#or background music at allll!!!

[subah-hone-na-de]

आदर्श और मर्यादा की है ये कथा महापावनम

काटे मद श्री से मिला दे श्रीमद रामायणम

श्रीमद रामायणम!! 🗣️📢

[phregnancy]

Everybody says 2009 Phil destroyed 2009 Dan’s hole but I disagree. 18 year old Dan Howell who was freshly out of a long term relationship with a woman was not bottoming. He was laying Phil on his back playing cheesy songs on his iPod while he was rocking into Phil. 18 year old Dan was letting the 22 year old with more gay sexual experience ride him as he made eye contact with Uma Thurman. 18 year old Dan was making a mess with cherry lube when he was trying to do prep Phil for the first time because he was so concerned with hurting Phil. That’s the same Dan that kissed Phil first on the Manchester Eye and had his hand on Phil’s waist guiding him at the Cat & Bear Halloween Party. And that’s the same Phil that said he was clawing at and biting Dan because he was really nervous and excited. I think people who think 18 year old Dan was this virgin bottom baby who received Daddy’s good dick have no concept of how gay sexual relationships work in practice. Dan’s been dicking AmazingPhil down since 2009.

[vaadazen-codes]

How To Get Started Making Visual Novels

Wanna make a visual novel? Or maybe you've seen games like Our Life, Blooming Panic, Doki Doki Literature Club, etc. and wanna make something like that? Good news, here's a very basic beginners guide on how to get started in renpy and what you need to know going in! Before you start, I highly recommend looking at my last post about writing a script for renpy just to make it easier on you!

LONG POST AHEAD

Obviously, our first step is downloading it from their website

thankfully, its right on the home page of their site. Follow basica program installation steps and run the program. I highly recommend pinning it to your task bar to make it easier to access.

From there, you're met with the renpy app, it's a little daunting at first but let's talk about what all these buttons are for.

Projects

This part is simple, it just lists the current projects in the chosen directory. You probably won't have any in there of your own. You should still see Tutorial and The Question!

Both of those default projects are super helpful in their own ways, i highly recommend testing out the tutorial and playing around with it just to get comfortable with some of the basics.

Create New Project

The first step to actually making your game into a game!

You'll be met with a prompt letting you know that the project is being made in English and that you can change it. You can click Continue.

From here, you'll be asked to input a project name! Put in your games title, or even a placeholder title since this Information can be changed later! (this is also the title the folder will be in your file browser, be sure to name it something you won't overlook)

Now we get to choose our resolution!

If you have no idea what to choose, go for 1920x1080! This is the standard size for most computer monitors and laptops, but it will still display with moderately decent quality on 4k monitors too!

You can choose 3840x2160 as well. This is 2x the measurements of the default, with the same ration. These dimensions are considered 4k. Keep in mind, your image files will be bigger and can cause the game to have a larger size to download.

Now we get to choose our color scheme!

Renpy has some simple default options with the 'light mode' colors being the bottom two rows, and the 'dark mode' colors being the toop two rows.

You can pick anything here, but I like to choose something that matches my projects vibes/colors better. Mostly because depending on how in depth you go with the ui, it minimizes the amount of changes I need to make later.

Click continue and give it a minute. Note: If it says "not responding" wait a moment without clicking anything. It can sometimes freeze briefly during the process.

Now we should be back at our home screen, with our new project showing. Let's talk about allll that stuff on the right now.

Open Directory

This just opens that particular folder in your local file explorer!

game - is all the game files, so your folders for images, audio, saves, and your game files like your script, screens, and more.

base - this is the folder that the game folder is inside of. You can also find the errors and log txt files in here.

images - takes you to your main images folder. This is where you wanna put all of your NON gui images, like your sprites, backgrounds, and CGs. You can create folders inside of this and still call them in the script later. EX: a folder for backgrounds , a folder for sprites for character a, a seperate folder for spirtes for character b, etc.

audio - Takes you to the default audio folder. This is empty, but you can put all your music and sound effects here!

gui - brings up the folder containing all of the default renpy gui. It's a good place to start/ reference for sizes if you want to hand draw your UI pieces like your text box!

Edit File

Simple enough, this is just where you can open your code files in whatever text/code editor you have installed.

Script.rpy - where all of your story and characters live. This is the file you'll spend most of your time in at first

Options.rpy - Contains mostly simple information, like project name and version. There aren't a ton of things in here you need to look at. There is also some lines of code that help 'archive' certain files by file type so that they can't be seen by players digging in code however. Fun if you want to hide some images in there for later or if you just dont want someone seeing how messy your files are. We've all been there

Gui.rpy - where all of the easy customization happens. Here you can change font colors, hover colors, fonts, font sizes, and then the alignment and placement of all of your text! Like your dialogue and names, the height of text buttons, etc. It more or less sets the defaults for a lot of these unless you choose to change them later.

Screens.rpy - undeniably my favorite, this is where all of the UI is laid out for the different screens in your game, like the main menu, game menu, quick menu, choice menu, etc. You can add custom screens too if you want, but I always make my own seperate file for these.

Open Project - this just opens all of those files at once in the code editor. Super handy if you make extra files like I do for certain things.

Actions

last but not least, our actions.

Navigate Script - This feature is underrated in my honest opinion, it's super handy for help debugging! In renpy you can comment with # before a line. However, if you do #TODO and type something after it, it saves it as a note! You can view these TODO's here as well as easily navigate to when certain screens are called, where different labels are (super great if your game is long, and more. It saves some scrolling.

Check Script (Lint) - also super duper handy for debugging some basic things. It also tells you your word count! But its handy for letting you know about some errors that might throw up. I like using it to look for sprites I may or may not have mispelled, because they show up in there too.

Change/Update GUI - Nifty, though once you start customizing GUI on your own, it isn't as useful. You can reset the project at any point and regenerate the image files here. This updates all those defaults we talked about earlier.

Delete Persistent - this just helps you delete any persistent data between play throughs on your end. I like to use it when making a lot of changes while testing the game, so that I can reboot the game fresh.

Force Recompile - Full disclosure, as many games as I've made and as long as I've been using Renpy, i have never used this feature. I searched to see what it does and this is the general consesus: Normally renpy tries to be smart about compiling code (creating .rpyc files) and only compiles .rpy files with changes. This is to speed up the process since compiling takes time. Sometimes you can make changes that renpy don't pick up on and therefore won't recompile. In these cases you can run force recompile to force it. Another solution (if you know what file is affected) is to delete that specific. rpyc file.

The rest of your options on this right hand side are how you make executable builds for your game that people can download to extract and play later!

Sorry gang! that was a whole lot of text obviously the last button "Launch Project" launches an uncompiled version of the project for you to play and test as you go! Hang in tight because my next post is about how to utilize github for renpy, so you can collaborate easier!

[freyito]

ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ

✭ pairing(s): gallagher x gn reader

✩ inspo: me and mr wolf by the real tuesday weld

★ summary: The Family is hosting a ball as more promotion for the Charmony Festival. At this ball, a certain Bloodhound Family member takes interest in you...

✧ a/n: pspsps did you know requests are open <3? (also totally not setting up a part 2 not at allll (guy who set up the most obvious intro to part 2))

✦ like my work? feel free to send a request !

🗒 cw: gn reader, anxious reader, mild penacony spoilers, just fluff-ish, he's a little eerie, proofread

✎ wc: 2.5k

The scene before you is incredibly lavish, light, and dreamy. It speaks of The Family’s power and bank, how quickly they are able to set up such a beautiful sight within the Dreamscape. It’s like a fantasy, something you’d only see in, well, dreams. Patrons from all sorts of colorful backgrounds flood the floor, some of them you believe you recognize. The chatter around you drowns out what would be ethereal music, guests piling in from two wide double doors. You look to your right, and you see Sunday, the head of the Oak Family all the way at the end of the venue, hands behind his back and observing the revelry. On the other side of the venue, you see Oti Alfalfa– which is very questionable in its own right. Perhaps the Alfalfa family paid for the venue, or… something. You couldn’t really make sense of it. With how crowded it was, you didn’t want to make sense of it.

With your head down, you make your way through the crowd, doing your best to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. After all, this was the first time you’ve seen anyone dressed up so fancy. And, some passing glances at you tell you that, for once, these people care about what they’re wearing in the Dreamscape. You avoid their gazes, making a beeline to the drinks. Or so you hope– this is a formal ball, after all. Would they really have a drink table like it’s some highschool prom? You get your answer when you reach the end of the hall, and there’s no table in sight. A pity, really. However, you do spot waiters walking around with platters of SoulGlad. It isn’t the best choice, but it’ll wet your throat.

Grabbing one of the delicate glasses after flagging a waiter down, you hunker down in a less populated corner. You watch as the tempo takes hold, dancers falling into line. You grow increasingly conscious that you are here alone, no partner to dance with. Not like you wanted to, right? Throwing yourself into a ball with no partner, not even a friend, it feels… embarrassing. And suddenly, you’re aware of why people's eyes have been on you. You lower your head once more, staring down into the glass of SoulGlad, furrowing your brows. You swirl the glass, watching as it fizzes and dies down, as the music around you dies down. What a shame, really… You had no idea what you were doing here, perhaps you just wanted to join in on the revelry? Enjoying yourself seems like a distant reality, despite that being the essence of the Dreamscape.

Reluctantly, you take a swig of the drink, letting it cool your throat. With a huff, you look back into the near empty glass, practically forgetting to even taste the drink. Whether you’re spurred on by self-hatred or a genuine interest, you make your way to the floor. Catching another waiter as you do so, you hand them to empty glass. It feels weird, being in such a posh environment. Yet, before you can reach the floor, a hand grabs your wrist. It sends a shiver down your spine, and suddenly your new-found confidence is shot. You turn around to reprimand whoever grabbed you, but you’re met with a Bloodhound Guard.

He looks at you with a stoic face, raising his eyebrow slightly when you shoot him a judgmental look. Just because he’s part of the Bloodhound Family doesn’t mean it’s okay for him to grab you so suddenly. And it seems he’s caught onto that, because he lets go of your arm.

“Ahem, sorry about that,” He starts, his tone cool and even, his voice slightly gravelly and deep. Yet, it doesn’t sound like he’s actually sorry, there is no apology in his tone. “You’re, uh, you’re kinda makin’ a warpath, here.”

You raise your eyebrow, and you have no idea how to respond. The words get stuck in your throat, and all you can do is look around. You’re on the edge of the floor, and the dancing hasn’t ceased. Everyone’s eyes are on each other, thank the Aeons.

At your baffled look, he relaxes and chuckles softly. “Sorry, just had to make sure you weren’t… going to cause trouble.”

A light blush dusts your cheeks, and you find yourself feeling embarrassed again. Only then do you take in the man’s disheveled appearance. Some stubble, hair left undone for such a fancy event, and a suit that was put together all too quickly, wrinkled and perhaps a little stained. His hazel eyes bore into yours, as if searching you for something, though he’s already established that you are no threat. Something about him, however, feels familiar. You swear, his name is on the tip of your tongue, you’ve seen this man… somewhere before.

“Apologies, didn’t mean to ruin your night…” He trails off, eyes tearing away to look you up and down. When his eyes meet yours once more, he extends a calloused hand towards you. His gaze softens and he smiles with a huff. “Care for a dance?”

“Ah…” Is the only thing you manage to choke out. You’re taken aback by the sudden invitation, slightly unnerved. It’s not that he himself is nerve wracking, but it’s the way he’s gone from gruff to gentlemanly. “Sure.”

Your response is dry, but you put your hand in his. Wordlessly, he leads you into the center of the floor, falling in step with all the dance partners around you. Despite his messy appearance, he dances elegantly. He matches the flow of the room easily, swaying, each step smooth. Now that you’re up close and personal, you take in the faint smell of tobacco and some generic cologne, and an undertone of something metallic. You do your best to forget about it, allowing yourself to get whisked away by the melody surrounding you two.

“Gallagher, by the way.” The man starts once more, answering the question, or lack thereof, you had asked yourself.

“What brings a Bloodhound to a, uh, ball?” You ask, attempting to strike up conversation. It only hits you now that you are dancing with a stranger, so closely and almost… intimately. Another feeling of unease crawls down your spine, and you can’t understand why.

Gallagher chuckles at your question, as if it’s preposterous to think that the Bloodhound Family do more than just act tough. “We’re allowed a little fun every once in a while,” He shrugs, pulling you ever so slightly closer. “It’s not a crime, right?”

The proximity makes you blush, acutely aware of just how rough and calloused his hands feel, your palms start to get sweaty. You do your best to ignore it, after all, this is a man you just met. “No, no, not at all…” You try to act and sound confident, ignoring the pit in your stomach. “Just… I didn’t expect it, that's all.”

Silence stretches between you two as you spin around the floor, like cogs in a machine. It only strikes you now how… mundane this event truly is. Sure, it is grand and lights up the night, but is there really a purpose? The unease and anxiety settles in your bones, and your pace falters, suddenly no longer able to follow Gallagher’s steps. He notices this, and slows down. But when you meet his eyes, his gaze isn’t concerned. He can see you piecing things together, and a smirk tugs at his lips.

“Got something on your mind?” His voice lowers, barely above the music that surrounds you two. It carries the tone of a challenge, but you don’t want to respond. Your throat is dry once more, and you keep your gaze away from him. He squeezes your hands and traps you within the waltz, every step caging you in.

“Just… nervous, sorry,” You deflect, trying to ignore the creeping unease that seeps into your veins. Perhaps this is all in your head, and you’re just letting the embarrassment, the anxiety, and the nerves get to your head. It’s not a far-off assumption, since you’ve stepped foot in the hall you’ve wanted nothing more than to run out. To wake up from the dream. “My bad.”

Gallagher lets up, loosening his grip on your hand and puts a little space between you two as you fall back into pace with the other dancers. His expression eases into something softer, something that doesn’t necessarily fit a man of his stature.

“You’re more than welcome to take a break,” He doesn’t apologize, brushing off the scene from the moment before. Yet, despite this invitation, he continues to dance, his own pace does not waver. “I won’t mind.”

You feel nauseous, yes, but when was the last time you’ve danced? When was the last time you’ve felt this elegant? You swallow your anxiety and shake your head, allowing yourself to really enjoy this waltz. “It’s okay.”

Gallagher responds with a ‘hm’ and a nod, no words spoken. Finally, you watch your steps. He’s already set himself as the lead, and you had no qualms being the follow. You step backward. Pause. Then you step to the side. Pause. Then you bring your feet together. You continue this pattern, finally hearing the music above the tapping around you. It’s almost comforting in a way, being able to follow something that feels… luxurious. And Gallagher seems to be enjoying himself, as well. He isn’t pulling you closer, his hands hold you loosely, as if he’s suddenly afraid of scaring you. As if he hadn’t.

Slowly, you relax. The beat lulls you into a sense of calm, spinning around the floor as if it came naturally. You are no longer hyper aware of everyone else, feeling as if it’s just you and Gallagher. His heady scent feels the air between you two, the metallic tang you smelled earlier becoming a lot more potent. You do your best to ignore it, the music picking up intensity. He drops your right arm, raising his left hand up, and spinning you. It’s a light and airy feeling, something akin to a warm spring day. All worries wash away so easily under such a simple act.

A man you’ve barely known, that you’re sure you’ve seen a handful of times in Golden Hour and Blue Hour, treating you so delicately despite his gruff exterior. Perhaps it’s the exhaustion that follows such a nerve wracking experience, you can’t tell. For now, it doesn’t matter. You are enjoying yourself, dancing with a Bloodhound or not.

Just as the waltz feels like it’s reaching an end, Gallagher dips you down, his hand placed firmly against the small of your back. His eyes meet yours once more, a sly grin spreading across his face, giving you a proper view of his sharp canine teeth. It isn’t as strange as before, something you feel like you’ve grown used to in just a mere four minutes. But, in that moment, you realize the rough skin of his knuckles isn’t just from his hard line of work, but rather bruised skin. You run your thumb over his knuckles, and he only furrows his eyebrows.

At this, he brings you back up, and you two resume the steady waltz. Now, you want to ask him about it. You steal another glance at his hand, trying to see if you were right, but the dim lights within the ballroom black you from doing so. You can’t get hurt in the Dreamscape, you’re sure of it. So, it must’ve been somewhere in reality…

“Some hooligan was stirring up trouble, wouldn’t leave their room. Had to drag them out.” As if he read your mind, he responds quickly. It’s quite impressive with how in-tune he is with you and your mind.

“Ah,” You nod, trying to sound understanding. It checks out, that must’ve been why his suit was a little… sloppy. “Sounds like it sucked.”

“The Charmony Festival brings out all sorts of undesirables…” Gallagher affirms.

The conversation is dry, but you still feel a weird pull towards him. You simply cannot figure out what else to talk about, what to ask. Anything you fish out in your mind sounds like you’re on a date with him. Sure, the current situation feels like it isn’t far off from that conclusion, but he asked you for a dance, not a date.

And, unfortunately, the ball was coming to an end. It’s a shame, really. Time had slipped away from your mind, and you had enjoyed yourself. Even with such an unsure start, with such an enigmatic fellow, it was fun. The music slowly comes to a stop, as does the other dancers. You and Gallagher are left together in a sea of chatter, flats and shoes clacking as patrons walk off the floor, an awkward air falling over you two like a blanket.

You look at Gallagher, and he has a somber look on his face, watching everyone filter off the dance floor. He himself had a great time, too. Something you assumed may be rare for Bloodhounds. But, he snaps out of it quickly, returning your gaze with a near sheepish smile.

“Such a shame, isn’t it?” He chuckles, “Don’t remember the last time I’ve danced like that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever danced.” You shake your head, sighing softly.

“Well, you were a perfect dance partner, if that counts for somethin’.” Gallagher starts to walk, following the stream of people.

You follow suit, blushing a little at the compliment. You try to find an organic flow for the conversation, but all you can stutter out is a ‘thanks’ and a small nod as if to affirm your own confidence. You want so badly to follow up with a question about him, to see if you can get a crack from his cool demeanor, but ultimately, you fall short when you two finally step out of the venue. With a brisk exhale, you feel lighter. You hadn’t realized how stuffy it felt within the ballroom until now.

“Well, it was fun,” Gallagher sighs, shrugging off his blazer casually. “I’d invite you for another dance, but, that’s not necessarily my thing.”

With your one chance at getting to know more, you trip over your own words and decide, why not? Why not shoot your shot, ask him out?

“I mean… uh, we could, get dinner, or something?” You sound so unsure, so flustered, blushing a little at your own question.

“Why not?” Gallagher shrugs, an easy smile plastered to his face. “Don’t think I ever got your name, either.”

You hastily tell him your name, bowing your head like you’re grateful to him for this opportunity. You’re more grateful to yourself, being able to ask a question like that. You two quickly exchange phone numbers, and suddenly it feels like there's a weight lifted off your shoulders.

He gives you a thoughtful look, scratching at his stubble. “How about a drink?”

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[mychlapci]

Saw your reply on my TFA SoundBee so I'm sending it again! As best as I can remember cause like, I was soooo freaking tired when I sent it the first time. .....Did I actually send it and not dream it up.....

But anyway! The idea is like, TFA Soundwave wifiefies Bee but the Decepticon way, as the other 'cons are also doing to an extent to the other bots.

He loves Bee's personality, his high energy, his enthusiasm, how good he is canonically with younglings, all of it. The only way to make him more perfect would be to have him be Soundwave's mate and conjux. How does he go about this?

Hypnotism and audial suggestions! He slips hypnotic messages into Bee's online playlists and embedded into the background audio of his games. All talking about how perfect they'd be together, how Bee's so gorgeous and would look great by Soundwave's side, how good Soundwave would take care of him, how pampered and well cared for Bee would be.

Maybe he even sneaks a small receiver into Bee's room at the warehouse, hidden in Bee's servo-made berth to give him more subliminal messages while Bee recharges. Promising him so many overloads, plenty of transfluid, as many sparklings as he could ever want. (Maybe Soundwave even risks sneaking a little taste if he's timed this right!)

Just all of that and more, with the end goal being Bee coming to Soundwave himself, hot and ready and panels leaking from a valve that's so painfully ready to get fucked with a thick spike.

(I also like thinking that TFA Soundwave keeps his mass-shifting abilities, so he can be with Bee in either his original tiny form or his later upgraded huge one! Allll the fun they can have!!!)

mhmm you know, tfa Soundwave would be good at wifefication. just look how good he is at manipulating people, he would be a master of hypnosis, looping a hypnotic message over and over while Bumblebee naively thinks he's listening to music :) Besides, if he wants to bring forth the age of machines, he'll need more populace to fill the world with, and Bumblebee is the missing piece. He could carry so many bitties.

[xstarkillerx]

Dom Toretto and Brian having a weird sizing-each-other-up-thing drabble because Rica Y Apretadita has been stuck in my head allll day, and listen...

Hop hop 🐇 I keep picturing sitting on Dom's lap at a Toretto function. The table's been cleared of all but the drinks, and the sun's getting low so it's cool enough not to sweat anymore, there's even a slight breeze in the air that makes you curl up closer into his body. Dom's nursing his 5th beer, down to dregs, which keep the glass at the bottom cool against your thigh where he rests it between sips.

Someone puts this song on, Letty probably, but believe it or not, Leon knows his classics too, knows what gets girls moving in that easy way that makes them look angelic, and it's about that time of evening. Everyone's full, everyone's happy, everyone's waiting for dark so they can burn off their hearty meal on the drag strip. Dom's laughing at something Mia said, rumbling his chest under your fingers and all you can think is, God this is song is so good.

"Dom," your voice is sweet and breathy against his skin. Dom gives you a hum of acknowledgment before he turns to look at you, his eyes are warm, his face a little red with alcohol. " Dance with me?" You press a kiss to his skin, running your finger along the line of his jaw. "Come on, before it's over." You find your footing on the grass when you step off of his lap and offer your hand. He smiles at you, takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, but he remains in his chair.

"Next song, promise."

"Dom," you can't help but whine a little. "I love this song, come on." He looks at you like he just thought of something amusing, before he tilts his head in Brian's direction. Your eyes follow. The blond is standing easy, nodding his head to the music and mouthing along to every other word, white boy has good taste, you think. Brian's gorgeous, even now in his mechanic shirt and messy hair, the sun makes it look like a halo.

"Buster looks a little restless. How about you give him a dance huh?" Dom's eyes are dancing with something playful, a glint of mischief and It gets you hot. You lean in close, biting back a smile.

"and what, you gonna watch me?"

"'course." He doesn't back down from your challenging tone.

"yeah," That ghost of a smile grows to a sweet grin, "yeah ok." Giddy and feeling a little dirty, you keep your gaze on him a bit longer. Somewhere in the background you hear Mia flee the scene. You'll apologize later, but god knows she's used to it by now with the way her brother is.

You can feel the heat of Dom's gaze on your body when you walk over to Brian. Poor thing, no one's told him Dom's already decided he likes him, you can tell by the way he sets himself apart from the group and keeps sober, even when he isn't driving tonight. He'll figure it out once Vince catches on that he's here to stay and stops messing with him. When you're close enough he turns his head to look at you, you don't miss the way his eyes flit down in a once over of your body. You don't say anything, don't have to. You know you've already got him. Taking the beer outta his hand and putting it down, you can drag him closer to the speaker. He shuffles along, glancing at Dom whose face betrays nothing, stoic as ever. His own sick sense of humour.

While Brian's distracted by Dom you've already begun moving, swaying your hips and using his hand to pull him closer "You know how to dance, white boy?" You tease, not bothering to look at him, lost in the song.

"Yeah I guess." He still seems distracted, but his hand finally find your waist; he pulls them closer to his hips.

"Show me then." Your voice is playful and bright as you back up that extra inch to close the space between your bodies. You risk a glance at Dom, his posture changes when you lock eyes. A shift in his hips on the plastic chair, a darkening of his gaze, a swipe at his nose. It makes you laugh. "c'mon." You say to Brian, turning up the heat up on your movements and bringing a hand up to graze your fingers on the back of his neck. Your hand migrates up further to run through his curls. With a tilt of your head you're looking up into his cautious blue eyes, you pull him down almost close enough to kiss.

Brian get's the idea eventually, hips falling into the rhythm set by yours. When you take his hands off your hips and slide them up your body, he learns that he doesn't have to be polite about it either. His hands move from your tits back down to your waist before they settle on your back to bend you over. You don't miss a fucking beat, flexible enough to keep your hips moving in this position. You take your hair and move it to the side, giving him a full view of your back and the way it's moving. Just like that, as he's getting into it, the song's over. You always hated the way it ends so suddenly.

In the pause between tracks you can hear the combined heavy breathing of the two of you. You turn to look at him, he looks about ready to go, heavy eyes, eager hands he's since pulled away from your body. The tension is thick. Another song cuts through the silence soon enough and Dom's off his feet in time to join you like he promised he would. Him and Brian share a knowing glance that you can't care to decipher, you had your fun, let the boys duke out the politics of it later. If Brian decides to stick around, he'll learn soon enough that Dom isn't stingy with his women. 🐇 Hop hop

[whumpy-wyrms]

🎵 for the ask game!!

from this ask game

🎵 - Which OC has the most similar music taste to you, and which OC has the least similar music taste to you?

i think Dew has the most similar music taste to me because he listens to a lot of alternative/indie which is stuff i like too. some artists i feel like Dew would listen to are glass beach, arcadia grey, alex g, lemon demon, idkhow, ricky montgomery, radiohead, maybe jhariah, probably mcr, he’d definitely listen to weezer, and he probably also had a cavetown phase, and stuff like that. he doesn’t have my exact music taste because that would include will wood and idk if i’m gonna make him canon to tllr mainly because his songs hugely inspired Anton’s character LOLL. Dew also listens to a lot of video game and cartoon music like he’d definitely listen to the undertale or adventure time soundtracks allll the time too.

Anton definitely has the least similar music taste to me because that man does not listen to music at all and that’s honestly his only negative trait in my eyes /j. but really, he just doesn’t listen to music. maybe an instrumental here and there in the background but otherwise it’s really distracting for him. he prefers to listen to natural sounds like the rain or birds chirping or screams of agony yk? or i can see him listening to podcasts, like in another life he’d probably be a tma fan hahhaha. if he did listen to music though, it’d be closer to will wood’s genre (because that’s the music i associate him with) but like specifically the really noisy chaotic sounding ones

anyway my favorite artists (that i will spend listening to on repeat for literal months on end) are will wood, harley poe, jhariah, and toby fox :)

[transenbyconfessions]

i find it kinda funny how different my gender goals and such are. like i wanna be someone’s angsty teenage older brother in a 2000s movie who dresses in all black (save for maybe a generic skull t shirt) and plays the silly in-universe green day parody’s music way too loud. i wanna be in a shitty garage band with my friends and we sing about whatever’s got us down. but then i also have a heart of goal and can do the right thing if i so desire, especially if my loved ones are on the line on the other hand i wanna be someone’s big soft bear dad, great at hugs and great at listening. i want people to want me and fish to fear me, but i also want to live off of warm tea in the mornings. i want to be able to grill a mean burger, but i also wanna be there, because the most manly thing a dad can do is love his kids on my secret third hand, i want to simply be a cartoon character. if i get hurt, i’m all better in the next scene. the world’s bouncy and colorful and so am i. there’s background music everywhere, it never feels empty, and when it changes i know something’s coming. not only that, but i can make the people watching in happy! maybe they’re kids being amused by my antics, maybe they’re teens and grownups seeking comfort in one of the last places teens and grownups expect to, maybe it’s just someone watching for the sake of it! and maybe, on my side of the screen, i can feel their happiness too i want to sound like frank sinatra and george thorogood and murray head in jesus christ superstar and spike slawson allll at once

gender is weird and funny

Submitted April 8, 2023

[fearcrowz]

What are some art tips you'd be willing to share?

Oooh boy I don't know if I'm the one to go to for art tips.. I guess it depends on what you would like to know? If it comes to tutorials or process stuff, I have a patreon for that. *nudgenudge*

Joking, joking, I haven't posted on that thing in awhile. If we are talking about the worldly world of art...

I know you've heard this a billion to trillion times, but practice. You don't always have to go out of your comfort zone to learn stuff, but it does help! If you have an interest, let's say scenes/backgrounds, draw them bunch. You don't have to have the most perfect lines or the perfect anatomy/perspectives, just have fun and take your time with it all. You'll learn the "correct routes" of art as you go. I am a stubborn artist that never wanted to look at anatomy books or learn perspective (I know basics and that's all I practiced on). Sometimes what I do may still look wonky but that's okay cuz I will just practice more on those things and one day it will look better! And if something frustrates me enough I do go find references. Never have too much pride in your work, seeking help for something is also part of the practice. If you're a person that does like researching that though and don't get bored like I do, absolutely go for it! But go at your own pace, don't ever rush. Take your time and enjoy your hobby, dreamed career, etc. Nurture it! Have fun! Uh uh... *motivational speech* uh... And even when it gets really hard somedays don't give up on it. Even if you wanna fling your computer or sketchbook out the window. We allll have those days but they pass. Never stop trying, even in an art block. Listen to music, play games, watch movies, you'll get your spark again and inspiration will always flow back.

Practice, observe, learn, and grow and a big thing, don't let likes or shares or all that social media gunk rule you. You're doing great and you will continue to do great at your own pace!

Thanks for coming to my 101 Ted talk of Fear doesn't know what the hell she is talking about, but totally tried! >vo) 9 ✨

[lupeloto]

tag game tuesday wednesday thursday!🥳

thank you to the absolutely love @energievie @creepkinginc @mickeysgaymom @scurvgirl @transmickey @lingy910y @ardent-fox for the tag i really appreciate it!!!

name: laurel🌿

age: 20

favorite season: tie between fall and winter🍂❄️

movies or tv shows?  tv shows 1000000% i get so attached to tv characters😀 (this is a cry for help)

do you carry a bag/purse? what kind? i’m a tote bag bitch… it’s a daily struggle

what color is your water bottle? pinkkkk

what color is your phone case? black with pink hearts💗

do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music? i sometimes dabble in brown noise or thunderstorm sounds! however, i can sleep however. my superpower is that i can sleep anywhere, anytime like no matter how loud

top sheets: yes or no? i don’t know what that means buttt i have a sheet, blanket, and comforter if that answers the question😶

you’re in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? peach rings, butterfingers, and dark chocolate caramels 🍬🍫

preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc?): i drive everywhere bc i don’t live in a walkable city but i prefer walking when it’s cool outside!

what’s your phone background right now? me and my best friends🌝

are you more of a minimalist or a maximalist? maximalist! i just love stuff and things what can i say🧍‍♀️

it’s time to paint your bedroom! what color are you choosing? a light gray !

and finally, tell me something that brings you joy: my friends, my sisters, art/artists on here! y’all’s are incredible i just cannot), my silly little emotional support tv show characters, my puppy dogs, and coming on here everyday to share my delusions with all of you! 🫶🏻

——- ——— ———

i’m sure you have allll already been tagged/done this but let’s tag a few friends anyway! @golden28s @jademickian @auds-and-evens @krystallouhoo sorry if y’all have been tagged a ton!

[obi1archive]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. | respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

i don't really remember because it's been four years and i have the memory of a goldfish. probably just because he's my type. i do have a type that i gravitate towards writing.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

hurt no comfort. i don't read it on ao3 either. i'm also rly picky about smut and who i write it with. i only like writing it with friends / longterm rp partners.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

hurt/comfort is my favorite. Obi-Wan Gets a Hug. also soft stuff, sleepy stuff. and bc love mentioned this when she tagged me, i really like having like a plotted universe w/ someone. i had a friend i had an EXTENSIVE modern au with and we were both writing all kinds of characters and it was the best time ever. they're not on tumblr anymore </3 but i love that stuff

how do you come up with headcanons?

they literally just come to me out of nowhere most of the time

do you write in silence or do you play music?

either or but i usually have a tv show playing in the background if not music

do you plan your replies or wing them?

i mostly wing them. sometimes when someone replies i immediately know which way it's gonna go, or sometimes i need to think on it for a couple days to figure out how i wanna phrase things, but mostly i open it and write it on the spot lol

do you enjoy shipping? 

yes! for obi-wan specifically i also yearn for an unrequited love plot ie your muse in love with him

what’s your alias/name?

cassidy

age?

26

birthday?

december 30!

favorite color?

pastel pink and blue. i like allll pastels tho.

favorite song?

it changes but it's almost always a taylor song. ummm right now probabbbbly "you are in love" or "death by a thousand cuts"

last movie you watched?

if we mean rewatched, it was rots. watched for the first time... ummmm does a documentary on the slenderman murders count

last show you watched?

currently rewatching tcw

last song you listened to?

lavender haze according to spotify

favorite food?

right this second my favorite food is literally pizza lunchables but usually it's probably spaghetti

favorite season?

i like both late spring and early fall for the temperatures but spring is probably my favorite for the vibes

do you have a tumblr best friend?

@wihlted @kenoebi and there are other people i love v much but i'm scared to tag anyone else in case they're like ew we aren't that close LMAO

tagged by @wihlted @valorums and i think someone else tagged me but its not showing up now??

TAGGING @maegicks @kenoebi @alootus @sgterso

[impactrueno]

btw i made this in one sitting, because adhd. i already had a lot of the clips saved because i'd planned to make a compilation like this ever since the movie came out lmao adding the cancan music was a last minute decision though. so then i had to remove the background music from allll clips, and rearrange them to sync up with the cancan. left out a couple of clips but they weren't that big of a deal. "book 'em, dano" is said on both cartoon and movie if you're curious.

this is the weirdest live action remake i've seen in my life

[fagdykevash]

5 fave songs atm? I've been listening to a lot of music lately and just wondering what other people are listening to too!

ayy tyty for the ask!

currently my fav songs rn areee

lent by autoheart - lent my absolute beloveddd. it's so very calming and repetitive and aaaa it's amazing !! one of my fave songs of all time tbh

way home by sundial - this one is v near and dear to my hearttt i've loved it for at leastttt 5 yrs and it's still so calming to me :>

coexist by draffish, love-sadkid, and lando! - the background track is absolutelyyy amazing and calming aaaa

hazel by cavetown - speaking of calminggg hazel by cavetown is sooo soothing to me. like i his music is v standard yea However. i still enjoy it a lot

asymptotic by louie zong - not a lot of love songs abt math so this is def unique! allll of louie zong's music is so stimmy to autism brain lol but i rlly enjoy all the geometry + calculus terms in this one

i've heard my music taste is questionable at best but i enjoy it ! and that's rlly all that matters ^__^

[yoongsisbae]

Disco Winter Ball | JHS

You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it's not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog.

radioDJ!Hoseok x reader / soulmate childhood friends roommates AU set in the past (retro feel)

FYI Hobi uses a wheelchair in this story. This story is based on Hobi’s handshake from my soulmate AU HOAL. I wrote it in a way so you do not have to read it to enjoy this story, but if you want to learn more about what happened to Hobi and their relationship, it’s still one of my most favorite pieces I’ve ever written!

Trigger Warnings: drunken sex!!! They are both drunk, fingering, slight praise kink, angst

Word count: 4.8k

---

Hoseok’s smooth tenor voice drips through the studio airwaves as he keys up the next Christmas track.

“Now, let’s play a little something to warm up your hearts this winter, a sm-ooh!-ooth Christmas classic, yeah! Dedicated to all our listeners who’ve been good little girls this holiday season.”

Your best friend catches your eyes from across the studio and he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

‘Oh my God!’ you mouth back at him, scrunching your face in mock disgust. He covers his mouth to stop his laughter.

Hoseok turns down the studio mics, spinning his wheelchair around. “Oh c’mon, the listeners love it!”

Eartha Kitt’s seductive voice plays softly in the background. ‘Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me...’

“Oh, trust me I know,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, sorting records, smacking one of the record sleeves against the back of his head as you work.

“Ow! Hey!” he laughs. He pokes you in the side, trying to distract you from your task and you fall into a fit of giggles. It’s a wonder either of you get anything done working together.

‘Been an awful good girl, Santa baby...’

You lean over his chair, arms draping over his shoulders, “I’m the one who sorts through your fan mail, remember? ‘Your voice is sooo sexy, I could listen to you allll day’,” you mimic. You give him a tight lipped smile and eyebrow raise, patting him on the shoulder as you go back to working.

Even if you were only teasing, hearing those words said in your voice had Hoseok’s heart skipping a beat. He watches you reach for the top shelf, corduroy skirt pulling up over your thighs, his fingers twitching, wishing he could help you. “You sound jealous,” he teases, hiding his smirk behind his hand.

“No!” You squeak, turning around. You pat down your skirt, recomposing yourself. “I’m happy for you, I think it’s cool, my best friend is famous,” you smile. And then you hit him one more time before running away laughing.

‘So hurry down the chimney tonight...’

---

“Want to go get some cider?”

“It’s not even that cold!” Hoseok laughs.

“Oh you scrooge, I was just trying to get into the holiday spirit!” you huff.

“Alright,” Hoseok concedes, “but let’s get hot cocoa instead.” You nod excitedly. You wanted to hug him, but the busy sidewalk made you hesitate, and instead you awkwardly gripped his lapel, cursing your timidness. This had only just started happening, your growing awkwardness around Hoseok, a new development you couldn’t make sense of.

When you were in high school you and Hoseok were connected by the hip almost literally. You had no boundaries with your best friend. You’d regularly sit in his lap and let him roll you both around the mall, or lay together in his room, help him brush his teeth just because he’d let you.

But somewhere along the way, growing up, even if you stayed close, you and him just...stopped. Maybe it was the way your families always joked that the both of you were going to get married one day or the way everyone who knew you called him your boyfriend. Now in your adulthood you would often stop yourself from touching him, pull back when you thought you might have overstepped another invisible boundary your mind had started to create.

The weather today was actually pretty warm, and you couldn’t help but smile as you head towards the local cafe to grab the hot drinks with Hoseok. Since you were kids Hoseok would always go along with your crazy ideas. Even if it meant throwing his wheelchair straight out his bedroom window during your teenage years because you wanted to sneak out late at night after fighting with your parents. Or that time he agreed to go to the town’s carnival with you, sucking up his embarrassment and fear of going on rides just to see how excited you were, to hug you close and hear you squeal when you both stopped at the top of the carnival’s ferris wheel.

You sat at the corner of the bench nursing your hot chocolate while Hoseok talked about the station’s plans to host a Christmas food drive. You listened quietly, mesmerized as always by your friend’s passionate articulations.

There was always a growing tension you couldn’t explain when you were close to him like this, without the distractions of life, that made you want to reach out for his comfort like you did growing up. However, you didn’t think it would be appropriate now as a grown woman to sit on your grown best friend’s lap…even if you wanted to.

Times like this you missed your childhood, when everything was simpler and you didn’t second guess your actions. When did it start to change? Was it in college?

“Hey, are you going to answer me?”

“Huh, sorry, what?”

“The Winter Ball, remember? The one that happens every year.”

“Oh yeah! It’s the weekend before Christmas. D-Did you want to go?” You were surprised because you knew Hoseok felt self-conscious at events like that, even if you loved dancing, you never pushed him to go.

“Well, everyone at the station is going, and we’ve never gone before, and I know how much you like dancing-”

“It’s fine!”

“You don’t want to go?”

“I-I mean, if you want to-”

“I thought we could go together, as friends obviously!” Hoseok quickly adds. “I mean like we could go and if you wanted to dance with other people-”

“What?! No, I want to dance with you. I-I mean, I want to go with you and dance with you, only if you wanted to!” You quickly sip the hot chocolate, using the cup to hide your face away, trying to read the unfamiliar expression on your best friend’s face.

“I can’t-”

“Don’t.” You glare at him behind your cocoa cup. “You taught me the hustle, didn’t you?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing over his own cup, “I helped you…anyways, do you want to go…with me?”

You nod enthusiastically, and Hoseok can’t help but laugh softly at the excitement sparkling in your eyes.

---

“Ooh! Where did this come from?” You jump on the couch and reach over to steal a chocolate from the box Hoseok opened.

“One of our viewers-”

“Ooh a secret admirer!” You hit your shoulder into Hoseok. “Let them know you like those chocolates with the cherries inside.”

“You mean you like them?” he laughs. “I also got-” he reaches over the couch's armchair, “-this!” He holds a bottle of peppermint schnapps over his head, a huge smile across his face.

“You’re really hitting it big now,” you joke, stealing another piece of chocolate.

“Now imagine if they get a good look at this face.” He lowers his register, speaking in his radio voice, and you choke on your chocolate.

You glance over at your best friend, eyes reaching as high as his chiseled jawline and the smile you love so much, unable to look him in the eyes. “Just don’t forget about me when you become super famous,” you tease.

Hoseok watches you, suddenly serious. “How could I forget you when you’ll be right there with me...right?”

You were only joking, but thinking about one day when your lives might diverge felt so alien, even if some days you worry he won’t need you around anymore. You pull your legs up, leaning against the couch, smiling, grabbing a chocolate you eat half, offering the other half to him. “Right.”

---

“Do you need help?!” You run around your room of your shared apartment, yelling at the wall that lies adjacent to Hoseok’s room.

“No, I got it!” you hear his muffled voice yell back.

“Well, when you’re done I’m going to need some!”

You finish putting the last touches on your makeup and find Hoseok in the living room straightening his collar. He is dressed up in a bright red suit, jacket emphasizing his broad shoulders, white dress shirt underneath buttoned low, showing off his muscle. All the physical strength training Hoseok has been doing at the hospital is doing your best friend wonders.

“You look great, like a, uh, sexy Santa.” Why would you say that? You inwardly groan, even when your best friend laughs boisterously.

“We match.” You looked down at your own clothes, you wore a tight low-cut jumpsuit showing off your curves, the shade of red definitely (unintentionally) matches his.

“Can you help me zip it up?” You were holding the pieces of your top over your chest. He nods as you crouch down, presenting Hoseok with your uncovered back. You can already feel the goosebumps forming where his fingertips graze your skin as he pulls the fabric together. You try not to let your thoughts wonder, your best friend has always been attractive, but tonight he is shining.

You can feel his hands on your hips, adjusting your position so he can pull the zipper up. You hold your breath and Hoseok stays quiet, concentrating. The silence starts to feel heavy while each metal prongs steadily clicks together.

You turn your body around, still crouched down to his level, noticing he hasn’t put his shoes on. “Want me to help with your laces?” You reach for his shoes in his hesitation. “Please?” He nods.

Working on lacing up his shoes, you’re too focused to catch how he stares at you between his legs, but the sudden silent tension you can most definitely feel. You look up at your best friend, he looks so handsome with his hair done, silver jewelry adorning his neck and fingers.

“That’s really low cut,” he gulps, looking down at you.

“Yeah,” you laugh, adjusting the front, “I-Is it too much, you don’t like it?”

It’s not that Hoseok doesn’t like it, he just worries others will like it a little too much. “No, I, uhh, like it. Just don’t forget to grab a coat, it should be cold tonight.”

---

The city’s recreation center stood transformed into a winter wonderland. The whole city block was converted to look festive. And though it was a bit gaudy, there was a certain homey quality about everything that made it cozy and cute, you loved it.

The inside was decorated with silver and white, glittery streamers hung from the ceiling, and of course a disco ball hung right in the center of the dance floor, sparkling the most, red and green lights lighting up the dance floor. If you were being honest, it sort of reminded you of a high school dance, but no one seemed to mind the decor, because the dance floor was bustling with festive dancers.

As soon as you entered there was a flash of cameras. “Whoa whoa, back it up!” One of the photographers motions to your friend. “Look up!”

“Huh?”

Placed in the entrance where you both stood hung a bouquet of mistletoe.

“W-We’re not!-”

Before he could question you, you bend down and kiss Hoseok’s cheek.

He turns his head towards yours in surprise and you can feel the stubble of his chin brush along your cheek. You whisper into his ear, “Just go with it, it’s easier than arguing with them,” offering him a shy smile.

Hoseok swallows down his apprehensions, staring at you with wide eyes. He ignores the egging the photographers are throwing at the pair of you, instead focusing on the happiness etched across your features, and places a quick soft kiss onto your lips.

You straighten your clothes, “Ready to party, yeah?”

---

“Whoa, you look great!” Your friend from the station finds you at the buffet table as you grab more drinks for you and Hoseok. “So where’s your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you mumble, quite used to this line of questioning.

“Oh, you came alone?”

“Well n-no,” you stutter, “I came with him, y-yes, but you know we’re just friends!”

He nods his head, grabbing drinks for himself. The way he presses himself closer into your space doesn’t go unnoticed. “Then does that mean I get to dance with you tonight?”

“Oh, um,” you laugh in surprise, “yeah, maybe, I’m not that great of a dancer-”

“I can teach you!” He steps to the beat of the music, his overzealous movements making you laugh.

“We’ll see.” You yell over the music, retreating away from him.

“This eggnog is strong!” you laugh, taking a seat next to Hoseok and handing him his drink.

“So who was that?”

“Huh?”

“The man you were talking to,” Hoseok frowns.

“You saw that?” you laugh. Hoseok always acted so protective over you. “It was one of our coworkers, dummy.”

“Oh, what did he want?”

“He asked me to dance. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok downs his eggnog, “You looked like you were having fun.”

You could feel the shift in your best friend’s mood. “You’re not having fun?” you pout, already knowing the answer.

“It’s been so long, I can’t remember…I just sometimes…being able to, you know…I just want to be able to dance with you,” he confesses.

You grab his hand and his fingers shift to interlace between yours. You still remember the day he had first been able to do that again. You still remember when he couldn’t even grip your hand in his. You remember everything in between. Hoseok had come a long way, relearning how to use his hands and body, but he still couldn’t walk, no matter how hard he tried or trained, the damage from the crash had been too severe.

“Come on, let’s go dance then!” He grips your hand harder, pulling you back. “You can dance! You showed me this!” You turn your free wrist, elbow, then shoulder, bending in a wave, and follow through to the other side, shaking his hand. Hoseok cackles with laughter at your stiff movements.

“First of all, it’s like this.” He moves his arms smoothly, curving his joints from one arm and to the next.

“Whoa, see! Please, let’s just have fun together tonight, just you and me,” you quietly plead Hoseok, “What’s the phrase, dance like no one is watching? Want me to grab some more eggnog?”

And that’s exactly what you both do. Maybe it was the low lights concealing your embarrassment, the people around you having fun without a care, the copious amount of eggnog you both ingested, the fact that you both loved music so much or the fact that in all the years growing up together you never got to dress up and go on a proper “date” like this with Hoseok, but you really danced like you were the only two people on the dance floor.

You practiced all the dance movements you knew, clumsily copying your friends hand movements. You let him spin you around while you sang to the music. It reminded you of when you were kids again, when you just didn’t care about anything but having fun with your best friend.

And then a slower tempo-ed song came along, and you saw the lines you drew appearing, and hastily stepped back over into the decorum of maturity you were supposed to exhibit.

“Can I cut in?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Hoseok’s voice flatly answered, noticing the man from earlier and the way you hesitate to answer. You watched your best friend turn away, leaving you on the dance floor. You didn't know what to do, you wanted to follow, but your coworker had already placed himself between you, a happy smile across his face that made you feel bad for wanting to leave.

It felt wrong when your coworker’s hands snaked around your waist. You couldn’t see Hoseok anymore. You just wanted to be by his side, to make sure he was okay. You didn’t enjoy the way your coworker's body pressed in closer, enveloping your frame. Everything felt suffocating. It felt wrong!

You excuse yourself before the song finishes and go to find Hoseok.

“I looked everywhere for you,” your voice came out small and weak, tired from walking the entire hall. “Why did you leave?”

“I’m just getting some air, go back inside, enjoy yourself.” Hoseok smiles up at you, but you can tell he’s upset. Why is he lying to you?

You exhale, trying to contain your growing frustration. “Why are you being like this? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I did this for you!” Hoseok raises his voice at you, surprising you.

“Did what for me?!”

Hoseok bites his tongue, muttering, “Nothing. Just go back inside already.” He couldn't explain why he was so upset, he didn't want to think about it, instead he pushed down his thoughts, his feelings, his pain.

“No!” You yell stubbornly. “Tell me what’s wrong. I thought we were having fun, and then you just left me with that creep-”

“What? Did he do something?” You grab the arm of Hoseok’s chair to stop him from going back inside.

“No, I didn’t mean it–I just–I didn’t want to dance with him,” you pout, and the sour expression on your friend’s face softens.

Hoseok looks away. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Well, um, I can’t go back inside now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I stole this.” You hold up a bottle of brandy, forgoing the egg in the nog.

Hoseok laughs. “You can’t do that! What year?”

---

“Where are we going!” You slur, before falling into a fit of giggles.

“Home!” Hoseok yells too loud.

“Should you be drinking and driving?”

“You’re not funny! And I’m not drunk!” Hoseok yells, definitely not sounding sober in the slightest.

You continue to laugh, lying your head back on Hoseok’s shoulder, turning your head and unabashedly smelling his neck. Hoseok keeps one hand secure around your waist, the other tries to steer his wheelchair, but the knob keeps catching, or perhaps Hoseok’s reaction time is shot to hell after drinking the entire contents of the brandy bottle with you.

“Mmm where’s your coat? Aren’t you cold?” Hoseok forgot you left your coat as a new permanent fixture in the town’s manger because you thought baby Jesus needed something more comfortable than hay to lie on.

“Beauty is pain, baby!”

“Shit! Where did that come from?”

“The light pole?” you laugh, kicking the metal as Hoseok steers your bodies away.

“Stop wiggling, you’re going to fall off!” Hoseok means to still you, but his hand grabs your head instead, his palm resting on your neck.

You let out a soft moan without thinking, circling your hips against Hoseok, too drunk to care about things like boundaries or shame. Luckily for you, and Hoseok's thinning composure, you were almost home.

You stumble into your shared apartment, falling on the couch. Your tired legs are lifted as Hoseok pulls off your boots.

“Come on, get up!” Hoseok tries to get you to change, pulling on your arms as you flop around. “Why did you pick a jumpsuit?” he whines.

“Mmm I wanted to look pretty for you,” you mumble into the couch.

“Well you do.”

You stumble off the couch at his words, falling into his lap again. “I missed you!”

“We live together,” he laughs, holding your swaying body closer to him.

He knew he was playing with fire, letting you get so close in your drunkenness, he knew he should push you away, but he wanted to feel your body on his a little longer, keep you to him just a second more. He should have left you alone, but he thought about the way that man had cut in, remembered the way you laughed when you thought no one was watching, and a burning grew inside him, possessive and envious. Which is why instead, you were in his room with him, cuddled in his lap, sleeves slipping off your body, revealing too much skin. If you wouldn’t push him away, he wasn’t going to either, he wasn’t going to extinguish what was happening between you.

You roll your head up, grabbing his cheeks in your hands. You missed him, you weren’t just being drunk and silly, you meant it with all your heart. Full of liquid courage, you didn’t understand why you had been pushing him away, your sweet, kind, ridiculously handsome best friend who smells so good, and tastes so good, you now realize, your lips pressed against his mouth, tongue playing with his.

“You’re drunk.” he murmurs, breaking this kiss. Even in the haze, he knew he had let it go too far.

“I’m…not…” you mumble, kissing against his jaw, fingers clumsily pulling at his shirt buttons. Hoseok inhales sharply, telling himself only a little bit more will he allow this, indulging in your sweet kisses and soft body, recklessly believing he could stop himself.

You unbuckle his belt, licking the sensitive skin under his jawline and Hoseok knows he can’t let you keep going. He grips your wrists, pulling your hands away from his hardening length. You kiss him undeterred, whining into his mouth.

“We have to stop.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, so full of yearning.

“Why?”

“You’re drunk, you d-don’t know what you’re doing.” He tries to speak between your relentless kisses.

You giggle softly. “I love you.”

“I k-know-” His grip on you wanes, too distracted by your soft lips, entranced by your whimpers and the heat of your body.

“Let me love you then,” you purr, looking into his eyes and challenging him to deny you.

Before he could stop himself he was pulling you down by your hair, licking into your mouth, starving to taste more of you. He wanted to blame the alcohol and not the desire to claim you that he tried to ignore. He wanted to...taste you more.

He yanked on your zipper, pulling the fabric of your clothes down your chest.

You hold his one hand in both yours, slowly moving it over your skin, placing it on your breast, shuddering when he squeezes.

“Take this off,” he groans, “Get on the bed, now.”

Stumbling towards the bed, you clumsily pull off your clothes, seeking out Hoseok’s warmth again.

Lying down your vertigo worsens, you don’t know which way is up anymore, but you do know Hoseok’s solid body in between your thighs is all you want to think about, lost in the way his long calloused fingers caress your skin. You feel the familiar metal of Hoseok’s buckle press against your core and you rush to remove it and the layers of clothes that prevent you from fully feeling him.

Hoseok now only has one objective clear in his cloudy mind, to hear you fall apart and be the reason why. It was what he fantasized about, thought about in the shower while water steadily streamed against his bare skin and his hand worked over his dripping cock, pulling out his release to the very few scandalous memories he held of you in college.

He had grown a lot since college, gotten stronger, found more control. Physical control at least, his mental control had gone out the window at sight of your half naked body. He took no time in finding your dripping center, fingers slipping under your panties, pressing inside you hastily, wanting to hear you moan. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Hoseok wants to fuck you, he wants to kiss you, he wants to make you scream for him. His mind is a jumble of nerves, everything about this situation is too much and not enough for him. He wants more of you, all of you, always.

You fall against his chest, shaking as his fingers pump in and out of you, crying out his name. He holds the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, as you squeeze his hard cock, unable to do more than shake in ecstasy over him. “You’re doing so well, baby, so good for me, you feel so nice and tight around my fingers.” Hoseok presses deeper into you sex, groaning as you cry out how close you are.

“Going to cum, yeah?” He moans, pulling your head up so he can watch you. You nod, body shaking, cunt tightening around his digits until your blurry vision goes white hot with your release. You come back to the sexy sounds of Hoseok moaning, “You taste so good, fuck.”

You sway as you lift your torso up, adjusting your body to meet his hard cock, sitting down suddenly on his length, the both of you mirroring each others moans from the sudden pleasure.

Right now you’re numbed to any pain in your lust filled inebriation, but you’re going to feel sore in the morning by the way you’re bouncing on his cock, too fucked out to care about anything but fucking yourself full of Hoseok’s cock.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. You like being stuffed full of my dick?” Hoseok groans, hands gripping your sides so tight you can feel the pressure of each finger. “God, you’re beautiful. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Hoseok throws his head back, feeling you pulse and grind down on him.

“Keep going, baby,” his voice sounds so smooth and sexy, and all because of you. “Just like that, just like that,” he grunts, close to release, “Fuck yes. Good girl.”

His stomach tenses underneath your fingers, his hands dig into your ass, pulling you down, you can feel the warmth of his release, your body quivering from the pressure.

You can’t remember anything after that, except his warmth, his softness, and your jumping heartbeats, one on top of the other.

---

Your head throbs, pounding, everything is too bright, too loud. You check for knives buried in your skull. The sun rays feel like they are microwaving your body. You cover your temples, your eyes sting, your dry mouth aches. Is this death? Are you dying?

Hoseok flinches against you, half naked body pressed against your half naked body.

“W-What h-happened?”

Hoseok’s eyes widen with worry at your state, body tensing against yours. “I, uh, we, u-uh-”

“I can’t remember…what happened?” you groan.

“Oh, oh...oh. You, uh, passed out in my bed.”

You roll over, burying your face into his shoulder, covering your eyes from the light, steadily breathing in your friend’s overwhelming scent.

“Did we really finish the entire bottle together?” you whisper.

“Yeah, I almost left your butt.”

Your hand reaches over his face, covering his mouth, “Shhhh no more talk. Sleep only.”

“Are you okay with, uhh, want me to grab you a tee-”

“Shhhh!” You pull the bedsheet up higher, wrapping it around your body. “Did we-” you murmur into his shoulder, your voice giving out before you could finish your question, but Hoseok knows what you’re trying to say.

He looks at the top of your head, he can smell your shampoo and heady scent, skin glowing under the sunlight filling his room. Even if he has you in his arms, he doesn’t really have you...not anymore...and all his liquid courage is gone. “No, we didn’t.”

You hum, whispering softly, “Okay.”

You snuggle closer to him, your tired eyes already closing. You hold Hoseok close, your best friend, your protector. Even in your hungover state, you saw how uncomfortable Hoseok looked waking up next to you, like you had ruined everything you had together.

So to protect him like he always protects you, to keep your cherished friendship, you blurted out a white lie. You pretended not to remember.

Even if your heart ached inside, you were going to keep your secret, because your friendship with Hoseok meant more to you than anything in the world. You rest your hand against his, falling asleep, remembering the first time he protected you with a sad smile.

---

Hoseok’s grip on your hand is comforting as he leads you away from the playground. You sniffle, keeping your head down. Your bully, who sits in the sand holding a growing black eye stares at the two of you walking away.

“What’s your name?” Hoseok asks. “Y/n,” you whimper.

He looks over his shoulder and yells, “And if you touch my friend y/n again, I’ll punch you in the other eye!” The two of you keep walking together, he doesn’t let go.

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The last part is from my HOAL story, read here to learn more about their friendship :3

Naughty Girl Christmas Masterlist

[romiantic]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes eren, levi, armin, connie, and jean

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: decided to bring this back while I’m redoing my page so don’t mind

━ 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿

Y’all would definitely a power couple, the ones that rule the internet

You know those cute ones you find on Pinterest? That would be y’all, definitely De’arra and Ken vibes

Eren would be such a teaser, he would tease you like all the time, and definitely a tickler no matter how many times you tell him to stop

Every time you feel insecure about trying new colors or different hair styles, he’s gonna always convince you to do it

You would literally debate on big chopping your hair and he’ll convince you to go for it cause why? You’ll look beautiful no matter what

I feel his favorite old movie would be boyz in the hood

Randomly, he would scream that “RICKY!!” line like all the time

Eren would definitely let you braid his hair or let you try cute styles you find

Oh and you would do the style on yourself just to match and take pics, POWER COUPLE TINGZ 🥰

Eren would not take wash day seriously for his life 😭 mf would add either too much or too little of deep shampoo or keep splashing water around the shower, meanwhile you’re trying to deep condition your hair

Don’t worry, he’ll apologize after you beat his ass (you barely won though)

━ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

Y’all would definitely be one of those rich couples

You know those rich aunties that are living their best life in bora bora while sipping mimosa? That’s y’all

You and Levi would live in like a mid-size mansion or a beautiful penthouse that has a nice view

Y’all bed is nothing but fine black or royal blue silk

All you two both know is Chanel, Dolce and Gabana, Prada, Givenchy, Armani, the list goes on

You two don’t know the broke life, y’all wouldn’t even dare to touch or enter the Gucci store

Only the fanciest restaurants for the fanciest couples

Wash days would turn into a bubble bath with you laying on Levi’s chest and him washing your hair for you while you’re sipping wine and ranting on about anything

I KNOW Levi be giving some bomb ass scalp massages, feel like his fingers were sent from Heaven

Now when it comes to actually getting your hair done, he’s running background checks and doing the utmost to make sure your hair tech isn’t a scam

Let someone talk about his beautiful wife, him AND your security guards are beating their ass

Now if y’all had a kid, WHEW CHILE 🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like the world would try levi and give him a bad ass baybay kid (hopefully y’all know what I’m talking about 😭) or a prissy kid with his attitude

Either way, the kid is getting their ass whooped from either you or him

Now don’t get me wrong, he would be very overprotective of his kid and only accept THE FINEST for his kid

━ 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

You two would be those cute aesthetic couples, more so on the soft boy/indie vibes

You guys would have picnics dates like allll the time, of course, you don’t mind since this gives the chance to appreciate and learn more about one another

Everyday Armin would give you a fun fact he learned about us black folks, sometimes the fact would even shock you

Armin would definitely be a fan of the Black Panther Party

Wash days would just be him helping you and soft music playing in the background

Armin would take the time to do deep research about our culture

Your family would love him so much, he would always get snatched up by either your baby cousins or aunties every time you bring him to the cookout

Every time you get your hair or nails done, he’s always there next to you, chatting up a storm

The girlies in the salon shoot a glare cause of course they’re mad they didn’t bag a loving boyfriend like Armin

If he’s not there, he’s FaceTiming you or asking for pics in the end

Sometimes he’ll go above and beyond and wear outfits to match your new do and take pics

Every time you’ll feel down or not yourself, he would buy you small gifts like flowers or your favorite food to make it better

If that doesn’t work, he’ll let you sit or lay on his lap and listen to you rant, even if it’s about the most trivial thing

━ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

You two would be those goofy couples that roast each other all the time

You would say a minor thing like his shirt is inside out and he’ll joke about something about you, now y’all going back and forth till one of y’all almost die from laughing

You ever wonder why your bonnets go missing? It’s because of your boyfriend

The mf would walk around the house wearing it likes it’s nothing and misplace it

Until one day you catch him wearing it

You: Connie why are you wearing my bonnet?

Connie: They’re cute and I think I look good with them *insert lightskin face*

You: Boy give me my shit back, no wonder I keep losing them

Your biggest hype man EVER no matter what

You could just be washing the dishes in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and a bonnet and he’ll hype you up

He just loves seeing your beautiful face 🥰

Now when you get your hair and nails done, he’s definitely showing you off, especially on Instagram

He’s taking multiple pics and multiple stories like a photographer and you’re out here feeling good about yourself

━ 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Y’all would a chill couple, those couples that just mind their business and love each other

Every once in a while you guys would update social media, barely though

You two definitely do y’all skincare routine together and take cute pictures

Super indecisive whenever you ask him what color or hairstyle you should try next

At first, he would be nervous to ask you to help wash your hair but washed over it and decided to ask you, of course, you said yes

Just like Levi, Jean definitely gives one of the best scalp massages EVER

Except his massages would send you to sleep and you’re just laying on his chest, lightly snoring, while his fingers work magic

I feel like he would talk about having a kid of his own a lot. He would be so happy to have a mini mixed him running around (not to the point where he’s fetishizing though)

Dates with him would mostly consist of something chill like visiting an aquarium or staying home and watching movies

Jean would definitely have thousands upon thousands of questions if you were to show him a black movie though (especially a tyler perry one)

At this point, you would have to tell him to write his questions down so he wouldn’t interrupt

shoutout to anon cause this was my first ever request

decided to bring it back while I’m redoing my page

not to brag but it was my second biggest post also

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝟓:𝟔 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[theepisceswriter]

Jealous!Reader with AOT characters pt.2 (Porco, Bertholdt, Pieck, Zeke)

A/N: y’all really liked the first one I made here, so here’s a pt.2 with different characters

TW: none really apply, sort of suggestive for Zeke, Modern AU, GN!reader

PORCO GALLIARD

I am a firm believer that in a modern AU, Porco and Reiner would be the type of people to go to sport restaurants like Hooters, Buffalo Wild Wings, or Twin Peaks. They give me that macho man type of vibe. Of course though, Porco would make you tag along with him almost every time he went. He feels that it’s a very nice way for the two of you to bond. Which honestly it is.

You have a deep sense of security within yourself and enough trust in Porco to not be bothered by the waitresses there, as you should, knowing that it’s only their job to be enticing like that. Hell, you even enjoy it when the waitresses would flirt with you sometimes or you’d get the really pretty ones who look like they’re straight off of a magazine. Not to mention that you visit places like this often, so most of them know you and know that you and Porco are in a relationship together.

They all respect your boundaries and don’t try to push at them at all.....until this one waitress comes around. You can quite obviously tell that her flirting is different from the “trained” flirting that the other girls often do. She lingers at your table a little longer than she should be trying to talk to Porco to the point where other waitresses have to tell her to go check on other tables and she’s disregarding you completely, asking Porco questions that should be aimed at you and being very rude in general.

Porco is hardly paying her any mind, too focused on the game to really pay attention to what’s going on, but any piece of attention he gives to her she latches on too it. But still, you remain cordial and calm on the inside. Not wanting to come off as one of those significant others and cause a scene that doesn’t need to be caused. If someone looked at you for too long they might notice an eye twitch or two coming from you.

Really it’s Porco’s hand holding underneath the table that’s keeping you sane and reminding you of how secure your position in your relationship is. You almost calm down entirely, but of course the waitress has to come back and try desperately to get his attention again. At one point he zones out into the game and to try and get his attention she attempts to tap him on his shoulder.

Strong on the attempt because you grabbed her wrist before she could even brush her fingers against his shirt and gave her a stern “Aht! Aht! That is not going to be happening tonight and definitely not in front of me.”

And Porco, this menace to society, finally speaks up like, “I was wondering when you were finally going to say something. I was getting afraid that I didn’t mean anything to you anymore.” He would’ve eventually intervened himself though if she was actually successful in touching him.

The waitress gets the hint for the rest of the night, but just incase she doesn’t he holds you close to his side with his arm draped over your shoulders.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Despite his soft spoken nature and personality that sometimes falls on the shy part of the spectrum, Bertholdt is actually an easy person to come up to and start a conversation with. Of course, you have to be the one to start the conversation, but after that it’s like he can’t shut up, likes he’s compelled to answer back to everything and keep a conversation going.

It’s a trait of his that you’ve come to love, but also come to hate on days when you’re out in public with him and can just see the twinkle in a girl’s eyes when she’s getting ready to come over to him to flirt. It’s usually in awkward situations too like when you’re out shopping and he’s standing off to the side because he has no business looking at what you’re shopping for, so the fact that he’s kind of alienated from you and doesn’t know how to respond to flirting all that well in the first place really has him in an awkward chokehold.

He’ll get asked for his number and instead of saying flat out no, because he doesn’t want to be harsh, he struggles to let words out at all as he tries to think of what to say. And people really prey on his shyness and don’t even give him the chance to respond before they’re forcing themselves on him more, handing their phone out to him just waiting to input a number.

Imagine the shock and anger on your face when you turn around from your shopping happy ready to show Bertholdt what you got and instead you see a girl trying to get his number! You’re over there in an instant, legs carrying you as fast as they can and a scold on your face as you go over there and the first thing you do is push that phone as far away from him as you can.

“I know my BOYFRIEND and something tells me that he is not interested in the direction this conversation is going with you whatsoever, so I suggest you leave him alone before I make you 😤” The girl leaves like immediately after that.

Bert is just behind you the whole time with a ☺️ look on his face like “Yes, that is indeed my significant other!” Which is so funny because he’s like 6’3 and towering over you, but you’re the feisty one!

He does feel kinda guilty for not cutting off the interaction before it got that far, so he wraps his arms around you and nuzzle his face into your neck all like, “I’m sorry baby 🥺🥺 you know I don’t like anyone else but you 🥺🥺 I was trying to tell them no thank you but it wouldn’t come out 🥺🥺”

You couldn’t stay mad at him even if you wanted to, that’s all it takes for you to forget about it altogether.

PIECK FINGER

It’s almost impossible to see someone as fine looking as Pieck and not shoot your shot. If I saw Pieck out in public the first thing I would do is shoot my shot.

It happens allll the time whenever you two go out. Out at the mall shopping for clothes? Someone’s going to come up to you two and try to hit on Pieck. At the club minding each other’s business and trying to have a good time? Some guy is going to come over and try to ruin that for you too.

At first it was like a bragging rights thing for you. Everyone noticed your hot girlfriend was hot but you were the one who went home to her everyday and not them, but at some point it switched from a bragging right to down right annoying. It’s like you can’t leave her alone for more than a couple of seconds because here comes someone breathing down her neck being a weirdo!

Poor Pieck doesn’t even know what’s going on half of the time because she be baked out of her mind, thinking about nothing but how some ruffles and ice cream can really hit right now. So she’s just going along with the conversation like “mhm, yeah ☺️” every ten seconds hoping that they’d get the hint that she’s not thinking about them at all and to leave her alone. But, of course, they don’t.

Her body language becomes stressed out and agitated, not knowing what to do because you’re in the gas station buying snacks for the two of you while she’s far away at the gas pumps doing her best to get an ending with this weirdo where they don’t kidnap her.

Luckily, just on time you exit out the gas station and even before you get any closer to Pieck you’re already pissed off at the fact that someone is probably hitting on her, but after you see her do that awkward little shuffle with her feet signifying that she’s uncomfortable? You’re over there in a heartbeat.

See, maybe you would’ve been a bit nicer if her body language didn’t tell you that they had been pestering her for a while despite how everything about her screamed ‘not interested.’

So what do you do? You take the bottle of sprite you bought and bop them on the head with it. Head empty no thoughts just ‘protect my stoner girlfriend.’

Pieck is so messy too, she’s in the background like “Ohhhhh shit *giggle* fight! Fight! Fight!” You were ready to rumble too, but if you were so ready to hit them in the head with a sprite bottle the other person definitely didn’t want to know what else you were confident with doing. So they recuperated from their sprite bottle hit and went running to their car.

This was a proud girlfriend moment for Pieck the whole drive home. She could not stop talking about how much of a badass you were and how she loved that you would do anything for her.

ZEKE JAEGER

I wrote soft Zeke already, so now it’s time for me to give y’all the menace Zeke y’all have been waiting for.

Zeke is the type of significant other who’s big on teasing and messing with his partner is general. There’s something about seeing them all flustered after he does something to embarrass them, like fake propose to them in public or something, that really cracks him up. That being said, he’s not opposed to flirting with someone in front of you to get you riled up and see your reaction.

Let’s set the scene; He drags you to Sam Ash with him, because we’ve all just collectively decided that modern day Zeke is a music pretentious asshole, to go get something for his guitar or at least that’s what you assume he was complaining about. You weren’t even listening, just excited to go and mess with the drums and guitars there. It’s the first thing you do once you get there and Zeke sees this as his opportunity to finally mess with you.

He goes over to the drum set display you’re playing on and calls over and employee with “inquiries” about the set you’re playing on. He pretends to ask a few genuine questions at first but eventually he’s able to get the conversation to shift to something a little more personal. Which isn’t terrible, but once he starts throwing out lines like “Oh you like (said band)? I’ve always found myself gravitating towards people who like them. They’re always the most attractive people, I’ve found 😏.” Is when you start getting agitated.

You’re just trying to play We Will Rock You on the drums and here he goes killing your vibe immensely. And it’s hard to ignore when they’re standing right on the side of you. Not to mention how the employee is eating all of this up, blushing and all. It’s at the first mention of numbers being exchanged that you’ve decided you’ve had enough. Without a word to Zeke you get up and storm out of the store.

Was this a dick move on his end? Absolutely, but you’re a couple who’s relationship is filled with debating and bickering, bickering especially, so part of him thought you would play along with his little game and be like “Whatever. I don’t care.” But instead, you were genuinely upset. You didn’t even know where you were going but you were going somewhere. And that somewhere was the outside of the Sam Ash store because you realized you really didn’t have a choice.

Sorry guys, but I have to switch over to soft Zeke now.

He comes running after you, “y/n! Y/n it was a joke!” But that just makes you even more mad and oops, a year drops down your face and he feels terrible.

Kisses all over your face, words of assurance spilling out his lips, and a tight ass beat hug.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m such a dick I know. I didn’t mean to make you this upset though.” He would get down on his knees if he had to!

I guess you can forgive him just this once, but only on the terms that you get Sub!Zeke tonight and get to act as a pillow princess/prince cause he has a lot of making up to do.