#playful-nites

[fishermanshook]

ASK: hi! i couldn't find if requests are open, sorry if they're closed rn. can i request some composer, orpheus and painter x fem/gn reader fluff?

DATE NITE!

( composer , novelist & painter ) + gn!reader

˙✧˖°🍓 ༘ ⋆｡˚ modern/celeb. au ?? , chars. are considered pretty big in the fine arts department + the world pretty much , silly little dates w/ them , ooc a bit , lower case intended , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

mundane dates for people with too much on their plate.

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THE COMPOSER ; FREDRICK KRIEGBURG

♫ | when it comes to going on dates with the musician, he much rather prefers something more secluded. something personal between the two of you. that’s why he [politely] turns down any offers on going out to things that are known for having big crowds, like festivals or loud concerts.

♫ | it’s the little things that count to fredrick, truly. the homemade dinner has been platted and served along with dimly lit candles and rose petals scattered across the floor. it’s so romantic and fredrick can’t help but feel so loved by you.

♫ | you’ve got music playing in the background as well. and, once you finish your meal, the two of you sway and dance to the song. the composer kisses your lips and for once, it feels like it’s just you and him, and he wishes he could do this with you every night.

the composer looks at you with playful contempt. “is this my song you're playing?”

you throw your head back in laughter. “of course it is silly, I’d be mad if I didn’t play at least one of your songs tonight.”

♫ | eventually, your dancing leads you to freddrick’s piano in the living room. you sit next to him as he plays you his newest creation. it’s a masterpiece, you tell him, followed by the question of what he’ll name it. fredrick chuckles to himself before revealing to you that it’ll be named after you.

“[name]’s symphony, doesn’t that sound delightful?”

THE NOVELIST ; “ORPHEUS” DEROSS

♪ | orpheus, similar to fredrick, likes to keep things personal. not the biggest fan of crowds, but he’s been in the middle of a few big ones due to book signing. he’s not too picky about what dates you guys go on and enjoys most if not all of the outings you plan together.

♪ | so what’s better than a coffee date followed by book shopping? well, lots of things in reality. orpheus definitely participated in extravagant and expensive activities thanks to his earned riches. but a coffee date makes everything feel normal again, a simpler time when he wasn’t flooded with the need to release the next great book. it’s a great way to spend time with you, he thinks.

♪ | the date is filled with hushed whispers and silent giggles as the two of you browse the library, steaming hot coffees in hand. or maybe it’s hot chocolate in your hand. you're too distracted with reading the back of another book to let him have a better look at your drink.

↳ going to a bookstore as a date was more of a ���kill two birds with one stone” kind of deal. you knew that it would be a nice way to spend time together without doing anything too grand, and orpheus gets to look for new inspiration. plus, you get to see if any best sellers catch your eye.

“ooooo I like the sound of this book! I think I’m gonna snag it for myself.”

“lemme see, I can probably get it for you.” [he’s going to steal in and read it himself when you’re not looking]

♪ | you expect him to be engulfed in the books around him, flipping through the pages and seeing what other authors have put on display. instead, he looks at you with a type of fondness only you are graced with. he brings a thumb to your lip to wipe off the excess hot chocolate around your mouth. you smile and lean into his warm embrace.

“sorry, I'm too busy looking at you to notice any of the other books. let’s pick out some more together, ‘k?”

THE PAINTER ; EDGAR VALDEN

♩ | edgar valden is widely known for his skills when it comes to painting. he’s perfected everything, he’s mastered every medium, and his inspiration is seemingly endless. that’s what everyone thinks.

↳ edgar lets you in on probably one of his darkest secrets one night, lying in bed: he hasn’t mastered every single medium there is. his inspiration runs out quicker than most would think. and yes, he hasn’t truly perfected everything when it comes to the arts [mostly saying painting]. the reality of it all rains down on him with the pressure to fulfill such beliefs, but you let him know that it’s okay not to. no one should be expected to accomplish such a feat.

♩ | that’s why little dates like these are the ones he probably cherishes the most, despite how embarrassed and anxious he is walking into the art studio.

“they were 5 dollars a person! I thought it could be nice because we could both work on our art skills.”

“[NAME] WHAT IF SOMEONE NOTICES ME?!?!?”

♩ | that’s why he’s so nervous. the edgar valden, in a beginner's art class, learning how to make pottery? don’t the people expect more of him? you tell him no and that, they shouldn’t because he’s human.

↳ legit started hiding his face at the start of the session ‘cause he was so afraid someone would comment about him being here. you had to pry his hands away from his face.

♩ | it isn’t until maybe halfway through the class he starts to get the hang of things, and you're not far behind either. his beautiful, hand-crafted bowl looks stunning, you tell him. Well, not really. it looks more like a pinch pot, but you think it’s best to keep that to yourself.

↳ neither of you is good at pottery, and it just makes learning it that much more fun for the both of you. [edgar refuses to admit smh] he’s secretly dedicated to making a vase to replace the broken one in your apartment. he’ll paint it your favorite color and doodle your favorite flowers all across it. although, he can’t say that this is looking that much like a vase…

♩ | the two of you are complete messes at the end of it. colorful paint splattered across your face along with dried clay stuck and chipped off underneath your fingernails. you walk out having done your first of many pottery classes that day.

“thank you for planning this out. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would, really.” edgar states before leaving a fleeting kiss on your cheek.

note: his my fishies…🤭🤭🤭 hope you all are having an amazing day / night. enjoy this short little request i got <3

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[butmakeitgayblog]

how do we all think lexa secretly/ shyly asks clarke she wants to have sex. Does she put the black nite gown back on with her hair down and covered in glitter, blinking those big green eyes and clarrrkkee repeatedly until she gets the hint. Or does she use her heda stare down and heda voice to send it home. I mean we all know lexa is so soft so soft for clarke always. But she just doesn't know how to ask clarke sometimes because clarke is hard to read most times.

You mean like if in canon they'd been allowed to be together?

I think it would entirely depend on the mood and the situation.

I've said a million times that I really don't think Lexa was anywhere near as reserved or sexually timid as I feel like fanon has somewhat made her out to be. Emotional? Yes. Respectful and afraid of rejection? Yes. But timid, no. A lot of what hesitance she did have came from knowing that Clarke was angry with her and feeling like she'd probably ruined everything between them, not because Lexa herself was genuinely afraid to go after what she wanted.

That being said, if they'd moved beyond the place of mistrust and lingering anger, I think a whole different side of Lexa would've come out. Someone more playful and even more open about her wants. We're talking about the girl who said, "Maybe we do," and then pulled Clarke into a very steamy kiss 👀

Ok that ^^^ is a lesbian on a mission.

So I think Lexa would've been a lot more forward than people kinda give her credit for. I think she absolutely would've worn her sexy nightgown (or even skimpier grounder attire 👀) on nights when she wanted Clarke to know without a doubt that she wanted to have sex. I think she would've done things like run her hands along Clarke's hips and leaned in close to place tongue-tipped kisses along her throat. I think she would've whispered little intimacies in her ear and stroked Clarke's fingers when they could steal moments alone. I think she'd reach for Clarke in private whenever the hell she felt like it and deployed her very best Dreamy Bedroom Eyes™ 

Cuz lord know that Clarke's bisexual ass has literally always struggled against those (not that she would in these instances but ya know).

I think she would generally go more from a place of intimacy and seduction and just wanting to be close with Clarke. That's not to say she'd never lead with commanding, dominant, bending Clarke over the back of the couch in her bed chamber until her Skaigirl couldn't walk energy, because I think she could and she would. Regularly. BUT, I think those instances would be fewer than the times when she'd simply turn on that ol' Heda Charm that just radiates "I really want to fuck you 🫦" like a horny lesbian flashing neon sign, and then did whatever it took to make that happen

[hezekiahwakely]

After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

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[dinsverdika]

The Answer to Boredom is Pleasure

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/mandalorian!Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, established relationship (though it can be read as ambiguous), dom/sub understones, oral (Bo-Katan receives it), semi-public sex, pet names, throne sex, opening for round 2, a bit of fluff, kissing, reader is afab

Word Count: 2,718

Notes: you know I had to do it.

pet names used: obedient pet, good girl (for reader.)

Part. II >

Bored. You were bored.

Your eyes scanned around the throne room again.

Nothing.

It was empty, no guests in sight; exactly like the last time you looked around the room. No approaching steps could be heard either. Only the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff nearby was ricochetting on the stone walls of the room.

The silence was not bothersome to you. Neither was it to Bo-Katan. You shifted your attention to the red-headed woman. She sat on the throne in a way that would express nonchalance. Yet, you knew better.

You trained your gaze on her thumb massaging her palm. The repeated circling motion was not enough to hold your attention for long. Your eyes darted up to her face, her features were closed off.

You were sitting on her left with your legs crossed. You tore your eyes away from her face and focused your attention on her helmet resting on your lap, yours was left on the ground. You traced the Nite Owls symbol painted on it with your pointing finger for the tenth time today.

You couldn't help the sigh escaping your lips.

“What?” she let out.

“I’m bored,” you whined.

She had to hold back the chuckle bubbling up in her throat as she turned her head to look at you. Your lips were pursed in a pout, a slight frown was creating a crease between your eyebrows.

“And what do you want me to do about that?” she asked.

“We could go do something,” you retorted, gesturing around the room. “We’ve been sitting here in silence for hours, having to watch you sulk.”

“I’m not sulking,” she replied quickly.

“What are you doing, then?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Thinking,” she replied matter-of-factly.

You let out a heavy ugh as you rolled your head back. A smirk tugged on the corners of Bo-Katan’s lips as she watched you.

“What do you wanna do, then?”

Playfulness made your eyes twinkle as you leaned your face back down and sank your gaze into hers.

"Well," you began, the whiney tone in your voice completely gone. "While you were sulking, I thought of a few ways to pass the time…" You untangled your legs, discarded her helmet from your lap -it joined yours on the floor- and scooted closer to her. "Some of these things would take your mind off things, too," you teased.

Your face was a few centimetres from hers, now. Her eyes lingered on your parted lips, her tongue caught your attention as she used it to moisturise her own lips. Your eyes sank into her green ones, lust had clouded them as she'd processed your words.

You didn't let her reply to your advances, choosing to plant a kiss on her lips instead. The kiss started gentle, almost shy as if it was a first kiss.

Bo-Katan changed up the pace as her hands found your hips, pulling you on her lap; your knees bracketing her thighs. The kiss deepened as her hands left your hips to go up and down your sides. Your hands, which had been laying flat on her chest plate, slid up to rest on her shoulders.

You traced her bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, threading one of your hands in her short hair. You used it to slightly pull on it, she hissed; her eyes finding yours. You ignored the glare she was throwing your way and trailed down her jawline with quick kisses. You felt her shivering against you. She felt you smirking against her skin as you kissed your way to her neck.

Goosebumps spread on her skin as you nuzzled the spot below her ear. She tilted her head on the side, granting you a better access to her neck as you sucked the sensitive skin between your lips. You sucked and licked her skin until it had reddened into a lovely bruise.

You tore your face away from her neck. Satisfaction washed over you as your gaze found her face. The frustration and anger which were pulling her features harshly were completely gone, having let place for a flustered look. Her lips were swollen from the kisses, her cheeks were decorated with a pretty shade of red.

"It looks like I'm doing a good job at taking your mind off things," you teased.

She scoffed. "That was it? I expected more from you," she replied.

Her taunting didn't impress you. You let her question hang in the air as you pushed yourself off her. Her eyes were trained on you as you kneeled in front of her.

Arousal was simmering in Bo-Katan's lower tummy, her eyes remained on you as she admired your form. You were sitting on the balls of your feet, your hands were joined on your thighs, your head was bowed. You looked so eager. So eager to make her forget, so eager to please her.

Fulfillment coursed through her veins, making her lean over slowly. Her touch was gentle as she caught your chin between her fingers and tilted your head up. Your pupils jumped between hers, warmth spread in her chest as Bo-Katan noticed the sense of relief washing over you. She managed to convey how pleased she was with you with only a look in your eyes.

"For someone who was trying to be a tease a few minutes ago," she said. "You sure look like an obedient pet right now."

A poorly restrained whine from you reached her ears. You broke eye contact, preferring to focus your attention on your joined hands on your lap.

Her chest moved in rhythm with her chuckle. "What happened?" she asked, cupping your cheek.

The leather of her glove was warm against your cheek, you couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You knelt in front of me and were reminded of your place?" she added.

Her soft touch was replaced by a harsh grip on your lower face, she made you look at her again. "Answer me."

"Yes," you uttered. "I just wanna make you feel good," you added.

She hummed contently. Her hand stayed on your face for a few more seconds before being replaced by the cool air of the room hitting your skin. Her upper body was leaned back against the backrest once more.

The way she sat, the way she spoke, the way she looked down at you. Everything about it was imposing, commanding. A thrill ran up your spine as her whole attention was focused on you. It made you feel so small, at her mercy.

Seeing that you were waiting patiently for her permission, her lips parted, "go on, then," she rested her right cheek on her knuckles, "make me feel good."

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as your fingers found the clasps of her greaves. Once removed, you carefully placed them on the floor next to you. Her poleyns quickly joined them on the floor.

You removed your own gloves with your teeth, your eyes never leaving hers as you did so. "Look at you," she said. "So eager to put on a show for me."

You could not help from feeling embarrassed at her words. Neither could you help the wave of arousal crashing over you as her eyes pierced through you.

"It's so easy to embarrass you," she cooed. "Come on," she added. "Don't let me distract you."

Bo-Katan might have looked like she was in control and had the upper hand but anticipation was growing crescendo within her chest. She was ready to let go of the act when your hands slid up her thighs, the fabric of her trousers being an unpleasant barrier between your hands and the skin of her thighs. Your fingers quickly found the buckle of her utility belt, she watched as you skillfully undid it. It was soon forgotten with the rest of her belongings on the floor.

Tingles went up her spine as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her trousers. Your eyes darted up to her face, silently asking her for permission.

Instead of granting it to you, she cupped your face once more. Endearment bloomed in her chest as her eyes lingered on your features.

"You're so pretty like this," she said. "On your knees, so willing to make me forget."

You'd always been an open book. Even with your helmet on, Bo-Katan had always been able to see right through you. The flustered look on your face only made the adoration she felt for you grow tenfold. You could have left with the others when they had realised that she had failed retrieving the Darksaber but you stayed. You stayed and never left her side, allowing her to grief but also not letting her sink in this spiral of never-ending apathy. You filled the loneliness she would've otherwise felt in the emptiness of her family castle; the ghosts of her past were not as visible when you were there.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" she asked.

You nodded. "I am," you replied.

You looked down to where your hands were. "May I proceed?" you asked.

"You may," she answered.

With her help, her trousers and underwear were soon on the floor. Your hands were on her knees, slowly spreading her legs further open. The view of her glistening cunt made your mouth water, lust clouded your head as you grasped her hips; gently pulling Bo-Katan's body to the edge of her seat.

She let out a shaky exhale as you began peppering kisses in her inner thighs, featherlight kisses which made her shiver. You kissed your way up her thighs until your nose reached the spot where her thigh and pelvis meet. Your warm breath against her centre fueled her arousal.

You slowly parted her bottom lips with the tip of your tongue, ghosting over her clit. You leaned away from her, a smirk decorating your face, ready to throw a teasing remark her way. It died on your lips as she grabbed the back of your head and guided you against her roughly.

A surprised gasp slipped out of your lips, making her chuckle above you. It swiftly turned into a strangled moan as you glided the flat of your tongue through her folds. You hummed as her taste spread on your tastebuds. The same motion was repeated a couple of times as your eyes darted up and lingered on her face.

Her lips were parted, letting soft moans escape with no restraint. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were half-closed. Her green eyes were intently gazing into yours. Lust was complimenting her features, making your own arousal burn bright in your lower tummy.

You closed your eyes once more, focusing on your task at hand. You brought your tongue to her clit, flicking at it lightly. Bo-Katan threw her head back against the backrest, her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensations your tongue was providing her. It'd been so long since she had let herself get swept away by pleasure, she let her frustration and resentment seep away as it rushed through her veins. Her climax was slowly building up as you lapped at her, your tongue skillfully working through her folds.

Your hands snaked up her thighs until they'd reached her hips once more. Her entire body melted as you began massaging her hips tenderly. Her other hand reached for one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. The sweet gesture locking you together in the moment.

Your tongue found its way to her entrance. She hummed pleasantly as you pushed it in and out of her lazily, savouring the way she tasted.

"You taste so good," you rasped out.

Bo-Katan stared at your lips, swollen and glossy with her wetness. The sight alone threatened to push over the edge of bliss. Eager to make her feel good, your mouth was quickly back on her; any reply Bo-Katan might have thought of disappeared in the haze of lust surrounding her as her clit was sucked between your lips.

You grunted against her as she tightened her thighs around your face, the vibrations going straight to her core. Bo-Katan began undulating her hips against your mouth on their own, her body chasing the release she was craving.

She thought that the sight of your swollen, glossy lips might have pushed over the edge. Yet, seeing you sticking your tongue out, your eyes pleading her to use you how she wished, to use you to make herself come had her inner walls fluttering around nothing.

"I'm getting close," she warned. Her hips were now stuttering on your tongue.

"Please, come on my tongue," you begged, flicking your tongue on her bundle of nerves. "Please, Bo."

Bo-Katan came undone with a choked sob, her muscles tensed and her back arched. You had to tighten your grip on her hips to keep her still while you fucked her through her orgasm. Waves after waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her as you eagerly licked her release, humming enthusiastically as she experienced the aftershocks of her climax.

Bo-Katan grew overstimulated under your touch, twitching away from your mouth as you licked her clean. You planted one last kiss on her bottom lips before leaning away from her core and pressing your cheek on her inner thigh.

The lustful haze clouding Bo-Katan’s head slowly dissipated as she came back to her senses, letting place to a feeling of peacefulness. This new sense of weightlessness was accompanied by warm and fuzzy feelings for you.

She reached down and cupped your cheek, you leaned into her touch. “How’re you feeling,” you asked gently.

“Great,” she replied, her thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you pushed yourself up and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. She sighed into the kiss, the tip of her tongue breaching her lips to swipe over your bottom lip. She hummed as her own taste hit her taste buds, you smiled against her lips and leaned away.

"Your hair is a mess," you said.

"I wonder whose fault that is," she retorted.

Your smile grew bigger as you reached up to remove her headband. The front locks of her hair were now framing her face, your heart began beating faster as your eyes gazed over her blissed out face.

You gently pushed the strands of hair and tucked them behind her ears. You gazed into each other's eyes before slowly sealing your lips together once more. Joy rushed into your veins as the kiss deepened, arousal started simmering in your lower tummy once more.

Bo-Katan broke the kiss first, tucking on your lower lip with her teeth before letting it snap back in place.

"We need to get out of here," she whispered, peppering kisses all over your neck.

"To go where?" you exhale, your face heating up under her ministrations.

"My ship," she replied. "My sleeping quarters are more comfy than the throne." She licked behind your ear, drawing a shaky exhale out of you. "No one will interrupt us…" she added.

Her last few words were what had given you the strength to push yourself off her. Bo-Katan cocked her eyebrow at you as you knelt in front of her again.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

She watched as you gathered her belongings on the ground. "Put them back on," you ordered, handing her underwear and trousers.

She refrained herself from calling out your bossy attitude, enjoying how keenly you were behaving. She took her clothes from you, stood up and quickly put them back on. You were done gathering your gloves as well as the pieces of her armour while Bo-Katan was getting dressed again.

"There's no need to put them back on," you said before she could ask. You balanced the items of clothing in one arm and pressed them against your chest. You used your other free hand to link yours and Bo-Katan's fingers together. "They were going to get ripped off you again as soon as we'd set foot in your ship."

You pulled on her arm and began walking towards the exit of the castle, impatient to finally leave that damned place.

[dream-angel-comicbooks]

Playful but dangerous Daybright

Playful but dangerous Daybright

Daybright is today’s special feature. This even-tempered stallion might seem boring to some since it takes quite a bit to really upset his calm demeanor. Just like his twin, however, he only allows one rider: Red Nite Soldier. According to mythology, (depending on the story you find) Daybright was one of the two horses that drew the Sun God Apollo’s chariot across the sky each day and was cared…

[elijahrichardwrites]

23 & 24 for nite and daye?

Sorry this took forever aljflajkdg

But thank you for the ask, I hope you're doing well <33

23. What are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

Nite: I think Nite's biggest flaws would be the fact that he tends to keep everything to himself and has trouble leaning on people in times of need. He likes to bottle things up and even though he tends to have a soft, playful exterior, deep down he's in a lot of pain and he tries too hard to not let it surface (':

His biggest strengths are his intelligence and kindness, although those can feed into his weaknesses too. I digress though because I truly think his ability to care for others is his biggest strength because it's also his biggest motivator. He wants to help and he'll pay any cost to do so

Daye: Daye's biggest flaws are his inability to care about himself and his lack of belief in himself. He doesn't let anyone get close and he thinks he'll never amount to anything.

Daye's biggest strengths though are that he's pretty powerful (although he would never believe it) and he has the ability to bring people together. He actually has a lot of qualities that make him a really good leader, he just lets his self-doubt get in the way all the time (':

24. How does your OC handle death of someone they know?

Nite: Assuming it was someone he deeply cared about, Nite would absolutely have like an Anime Breakdown TM where he'd wail while holding the body of the deceased while going on about how he'd burn down the world. He'd just be very dramatic about it, although rightfully so. I'll say is if this someone was killed, the murderer should hope something happens to them before Nite get his hands on them.

Daye: Again, assuming it was someone he deeply cared about, Daye would be in shock and it would take him a while to figure out what exactly happened. I think once he gathered exactly what happened he'd be a lot like Nite in the sense that is someone else was the cause of death, he'd go straight after them but with Daye, there would be no running away. He absolutely wouldn't allow it haha

Want to ask me about my OCs?

[murtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurt]

ya i got new vessele :~} oke lets playe fort nite battle royale it is u vs 20 demons :~0

@murtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurt do u wan come over play fortnite? xP

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[embrassemoi]

Anything But Bug Spray!

Peter never realized the extent his spider senses overrode his human ones until faced with a robber armed with cans of bug spray.

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

CONTENT: injures, fluff, crack, slight angst

NOTES: I listened to ‘Last Nite’ while writing this. I suggest listening along while reading!

Music managed to provide comfort to the loneliest of people. It could be universally understood by the masses no matter its language and had the ability to connect souls through rhythmic patterns, melodies and harmonies.

Or that’s how Peter liked to put it.

As he laid down on a dingy roof with the popping of joints and rolling shoulders, he peered up to the night sky — head bobbing to the initial burst of upbeat notes through his earbuds.

The lively tempo elevated Peter as his fingers drummed together on his lower torso. With the progression of the song, lyrics began slipping past his lips and turned into crystallized puffs of smoke into the wintry air.

“Last night, she said,'' Peter mumbled, looking up to the stars while his makeshift police radio played live, waiting to alert him of any crimes. His phone slipped inside a secret pocket of his suit, earbuds tucked into his ears under his mask as he continued to sing. “Oh, baby, I feel so down. Oh, it turn’ me off when I feel left out.”

The song looped twice until he reached to shuffle his playlist, stopping as his eyes darted to the familiar green phone icon at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, his prerogative changed as he tapped to his most recent contact, then to FaceTime, and waited for the call to go through.

Peter’s face drew into a large smile as her face popped into view and he positioned his phone to capture his face, tugging off his mask.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled.

“Hello, Rudolph —”

“Oh shut up,” he groaned, looking at himself through his phone. The tip of his nose was red and cheeks were bright pink from the cold. Automatically, he felt a shiver creep up his spine while glancing at the glistening snowflakes that danced from the clouds. “I forgot to bring a jacket.”

“Pete! It’s winter!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“If you get sick I’m not taking care of you.”

A scandalized expression crossed him as he slapped a hand to his chest dramatically. “Not even my own girlfriend would take care of me?! Oh, come on! The city doesn’t even pay me!”

“Then come home, grab a jacket.”

Stubbornly, he shook his head and shifted to curl in on himself to retain heat. “Can’t.”

“You’ll get frostbite —“

“I’ll be fine!”

She finally relented, giving him an unamused look. “I hate you.”

“No —” Peter’s whining cued. “You love me. Where would you be without me?”

“Better off,” she joked, resulting in him scoffing while rolling his eyes with a playful smile. “Or maybe in England. That’s where.”

“You wound me.”

He was met with light, echoing laughter — a melody so sweet, so raw, it made Peter’s heart flip; it was the sound of his external heartbeat, far greater than any song. And maybe it was his mind overcompensating, but Peter swore he felt a surge of warmth bleed through him, combatting the chilling cold.

“Anyway, what’s up, lovebug?”

Peter’s face scrunched up into a bright grin, shaking his head at the name. “Missed your face.”

As she opened her mouth, sirens picked up in the background. Peter sat up, whipping his head to look down at flashing red and blue lights along with chatter picking up from the radio: a bank robbery, he distantly noted, three robbers, nine hostages, no casualties. Yet.

“I love you,” he heard, promptly returning to look at the screen — met with a soft smile. His lips pressed together apologetically, thumb hovering to end the call reluctantly. But yet again, she made him feel breathless, something close to radiance bursting in his ribcage that spread throughout his body more addictingly compared to any venom.

He tried to fight the beating of his heart and he could see from the corner of his eye his face turning pink, and this time it wasn’t from the cold.

“Mm, say that again? Please?”

“I love you, Peter. Be safe, come home soon.”

Once it ended, he dropped his face into his hands, trying to contain his smile before standing. He put his playlist back onto shuffle, tugged his mask on, overlooked the city and jumped —

The wind whipped against his body as he dove down, seeing the zipping cars and people pointing at him as webs shot out to grasp a nearby building.

It always brought a priceless rush as he swung throughout the city, following the police cars. He flipped himself through the air several times, muttering lyrics of the song currently playing; he could hear the subway rumbling beneath the concrete ground as he appreciated the bright city lights. They reflected off every surface, a glitter that never failed to enchant Peter.

Latching onto a building and jerking up, he perched himself on the building opposite to the robbery as he ran through and calculated his next move.

Police cars were stationed outside a tall white bricked building and Peter could hear the shouting and muffled cries of the hostages inside along with the clicking of guns. He could see the three robbers in clear view: all armed, one brandishing a gun at the hostages and the other two licking their thumbs as they counted a new stack of cash. Neither looked at each other, only their chests were puffed out as they threw the money into a black duffle bag and hiked it on their shoulders.

However, from Peter's viewpoint, the door was blocked from the inside, right where the hostages were seated, huddled into a corner.

Making a decision quickly, he hopped down to a lower ledge and picked up a nearby brick. The police watched him carefully, only for him to motion back to the hostages.

He launched the brick forward and shattered the glass windows and door. His webs shot out through the cracks — one wrapping around the gun pointed at the hostages, the other ripping off the door from its hinges.

Peter grabbed the weapon from the robber’s hands and threw it to the floor as the cops bellowed for the hostages to run. Peter nodded to an officer before launching off and following the robbers sprinting out the building from the backside.

All three were running — pointing in different directions as they shouted contrasting orders. Distracted, Peter had already shot out more webs — ripping the guns from their holsters and hands and managing to toss them to the ground — all shattering upon contact. However, one robber reached into their pocket, pulled out another small gun and pointed it at Peter’s head.

Moving to the side, he dodged each bullet until growing bored and webbed his hand to his chest as the gun dropping to the ground,

He chuckled, pointing to the robbers. “This is the worst organized robbery I think I’ve ever seen! Do criminals not negotiate beforehand anymore?”

Before they could respond, Peter shook his head and strung up two robbers from their legs and hoisted them high into the air as he swung them onto a street light. They resembled string puppets as he tugged on the webs, making them look like marionettes.

The last robber — his hand webbed to chest — wiggled free, grabbed another bag of money, and sprinted in the opposite direction.

“Hey!” Peter shouted, “Why are you running? You’re missing the best part of my speech!”

And with a shake of his head, tossing a look to the criminals behind him, Peter chased the man with a running start as he swung himself off buildings.

The sight was quite comical, and out of a movie as he observed the robber’s attire. “I see you’ve got the — uh — mask, duffle bag… guns… black and white shirts. You’ve got it all! I’m impressed!”

Having no time to react, Peter dropped down and kicked the man to the ground. He tried to scramble back up, momentarily dazed as he backed himself up against a wall. But Peter tilted his head to the side, reaching up to tug out his earbuds and slipped them inside his pocket. He clicked his tongue, “People like you make my job so easy. Thank you!”

“Fuck you!” The robber groaned.

“I never say this —“ Peter raised his wrist and shot webs into the robber’s mouth to keep him quiet while he snatched the money away from him — “But don’t swallow.”

In relation, the robber’s hand travelled to his waistband and grabbed a large bottle. Peter’s first instinct kicked in — already prying it from the man’s hands and into his own. But as he observed it, turning it to observe the label, it wasn’t a gun or a bomb like he expected, but rather a bottle of bug spray.

He looked back up, finding the robber already had another spray can in his hands — pointed directly at him.

It took a moment for the situation to fully process in Peter’s head as he stared down a barrel of bug spray. As the seconds ticked by, they lapsed into a tense silence but his uncontrollable laughter picked up as he flung his head back. “N-now you’ve outdone yourself!”

“Get-back!” The robber mumbled — words muffled. The man’s entire hand shook as he gripped the bottle tighter.

Indulging in his little game, Peter listened and took a large step back, hands raised in the air in faux surrender. He chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes-really!”

“Can’t believe you did it! You’ve figured out my weakness. Bug spray. Anything but bug spray!”

“You-don’t-want-to-be-laughing!”

“Hmm,” he pondered. “Are you some sort of entrepreneur?” Peter mused, leaning against the nearby wall before pushing himself off. “You are stealing all this money because your product failed?” He stalked up to the man, a playfulness shooting through him. “If you just wanted a test dummy, you could have asked. I've been called bug boy before so you’re onto something.”

The man was seething with anger and was pushed to the edge by Peter’s unrelenting humiliation. The robber pressed down on the white nuzzle, spraying out a short burst of bug spray out into the air and in his direction. With a sharp inhale, Peter went to laugh but ended up choking and his eyes began to burn.

“Hey —” a cough. “What the f —”

Another spray, then another, and another. And this time, it hurt.

It really, really fucking hurt.

The pain was excruciating — all-consuming as he fell to the floor. Peter’s skin felt as if it was scorched, lungs constructing and his blood felt like it was beating too close to the surface — a layer of skin was ripping itself off as an unforgiving hand closed around his throat.

Taking his reaction to advantage, the robber ripped off the webs from his face, grabbed the bags of money and ran in the opposite direction.

Peter was numb, mind disoriented, fist-clenching as he tried to stabilize himself. The action felt detached, out of control and to the best of his abilities, Peter pushed himself up and began escaping — climbing the walls to resume chasing after the robber. Managing to cast a web, he swung himself up, but it proved to be a greater challenge in itself, causing additional dizziness and making him fall several feet into the air, crash landing onto a roof.

There was a short, pained wheeze — deep panic and pain flaring inside him. His entire body hurt, and he was left unable to breathe properly — quivering as his body began to rip itself apart from an invisible force.

Everything was washed over in a blurred dark haze, much different compared to the vibrant city lights he was used to seeing. His ragged breath and compressed chest was felt through every crevice of his body — feeling everything burn and ache — compounded by an unspeakable agony. Weakly, he reached to rip off his mark — tears staining his face as he desperately gasped for air.

Peter was used to almost dying. He had been electrocuted, thrown off buildings, stabbed, shot at, clawed by a giant lizard, bitten by a venomous spider, but he never expected to die like this; spasming on a rooftop, cold, alone, gagging, mind foggy — half-blinded by pain, half-blinded in the literal sense —all from bug spray.

He could barely stand, the only thing keeping him moving were bursts of fear and adrenaline.

Swinging, falling, overwhelmed, cuts and bruises now added to his body, Peter made his way home on pure instincts — pushing past the ringing in his ears that managed to mess with his other senses.

Entering through the window of their bedroom flat, Peter was met with glass shattering and a yep from his startled girlfriend rushing up to him.

Through the buzzing in his ears, he could distantly make out her shouts and pleads — the vibrations of her footsteps rang throughout rooms. Barely conscious, Peter hardly made out the warmth being placed on his chest. A hand, he thinks, and then something over his face, his mouth — to breath properly.

The overwhelming urge to soothe her took control of him as he tried to loll his head, shaky fingers trailing along her leg. But sleep was beginning to enclose on him like a shield, a wave of pain washing over him as he winced, again and again until it encased Peter’s world into abrupt stillness.

* * * *

Hours later, Peter stirred awake. His eyelids fluttered rapidly as he adjusted to the morning sun. He groaned, feeling stiff before the realization dawned on him.

He could see.

Anticipation weighed heavy on his mind as Peter took a moment to breathe in deeply and stretch — checking over his body. He sighed out relieved as he found nothing wrong — only becoming slack as he pressed himself against his girlfriend who had been watching him carefully.

“Morning, lovebug.”

He breathed in, letting out an airy chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss along her jawline.

“You gave me quite the fright.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

There was a long pause and a deep sigh. “I’m just happy you’re safe.”

Peter simply jerked his head in agreement — shifting so his head rested on her chest. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers carding through his hair, messaging the scalp before his eyes caught onto the flash of her cell phone screen.

She was glued to it — her eyes nearly blurring together as she rapidly read the text and curiously, he craned his head to look.

“What are you reading?”

“Wait — Pete —”

But he had already grabbed her phone, eyebrows furrowed as his face tightened and slacked with realization.

The news app was opened. It was a blurred photograph that took up the entire screen. A photograph from last night. A photograph of Peter coughing bug spray mid-spray attack, mid-spasm, on the ground as the robber began to run. The headline read, ‘SPIDER-MAN FINALLY MEETS HIS WEAKNESS?’

“Fuck,” Peter breathed, followed by a thick swallow as he felt his face burn from embarrassment. His face dropped into the crook of her neck as he huffed out pathetically.

She chuckled, feeling a little guilty but laughed nonetheless. “Who knew that the amazing Spider-Man could be taken down with bug spray?”

“... You can’t be seriously laughing at me right now. Are you?”

“N-no…”

He scoffed, “You’re the worst. Go away.”

“You’re the one gripping onto me, idiot.”

Peter tried to fight down his smile, his head shaking. “So mean.”

Unfortunately for Peter, he didn’t take into account how this newfound information might backfire on him. Robbers began carrying bug spray, hosing him down any chance they got — and each time forced him into a near-death sentence that began driving him away. And New York’s crime rate skyrocketed.

[nep2unes]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

inspired by @neptunes-sol-angel​ mini reading for me.

✩ channeled signs for all piles: mood swings, 444, beauty blender, clear quartz, conspiracy theories, deep blue sea, that’s so raven, green, turquoise, pbs kids, fire sign energy, balance, evil eye jewelry, pink velvet tracksuit (juicy couture?), y2k aesthetic, 999, 36, green eggs and ham, red rover, bob the builder, projector, ariana grande perfume, yellow, circus, needng to go to the dispensary, beans, starting to eat cleaner, cat scratches, crows, flickering lights, 16 floors, migraines, ibuprofen, nail-biting, rebecca?, smart watch, reading glasses, air ballons, drums, california, north and south carolina, great white sharks, day n nite - kid cudi, journaling, scheduling, dragons, kundalini energy

✩ you ready? take a deep breath and don’t overthink it. go ahead a choose the picture you’re most drawn to. the first pic your eyes laid on is usually your answer. it’s ok to be drawn to more than one pile too! enjoy! x

PILES 1-3 FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄:

your adaptability. you are the type of person that can be friends with ANYONE. you’re a natural conversationalist and i think this stumps your haters and makes them so envious of you because they’re extremely insecure in their own social skills. i’m getting strong water sign energy for this pile (pisces placements especially!) you give me like chameleon energy. you can read the energy in the room and just know how to morph yourself in a way that doesn’t inhibit your own energy. you can make yourself comfortable enough in social settings but you still stand out somehow. you influence the room rather than absorbing it and i think this is the main reason why you stand out. you’re VERY charismatic and magnetic; if you don’t think so then i’m fucking confirming it tf! 

you may even be a little anxious sometimes before social events but when it comes down to it, you end up doing the damn thing! i’m getting that you doubt and second-guess yourself a lot and i don’t even understand why because you’re the main character. you’re not the side character, or the comic relief friend, nah bro you’re just naturally supposed to be in the limelight. your energy is captivating, playful, and it makes these mfers SICKKKK! i feel like your haters have friends that like you and they just be sitting there like “why the fuck does everyone like them? what’s so special about them?” PERIOD! you make these bitches question themselves fr. 

a good chunk of the people that hate on you have deep-rooted insecurities and i feel like they could almost get obsessed with you in a way (perhaps they may spy on your socials and compare themselves to you for hours, it’s weird shit.) they also hide their envy well and may try to befriend you to get your “secrets” but baby there’s no secrets. you can’t be copied. your haters also hate how they can never catch you lacking like you just have this way of presenting yourself in public that is so appealing. keep doing what you doing bae cause you must doing something right! powerful amount of star quality!

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃: only girl (in the world) - rihanna

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎:

your creativity. the three of wands popped out THREE different times. so you definitely have this boldness to you that exudes in the public eye. you do whatever the fuck you want and you walk with conviction, no matter who is staring or watching. you are not afraid to style, talk, or walk YOUR WAY. heavy aquarius energy and fire sign energy is present in this pile. this pile is giving fashionista. your style is really what stands out to others, i genuinely feel like you don’t give a fuck about trends or what is “in”. you may be a heavy thrifter as well. i’m also seeing makeup; you could be extremely good at doing eccentric designs (euphoria type beat) and bright colors. the gag is this is everyday you. like you don’t mind doing a crazy eyeshadow look and “overdressing” on a random tuesday. this group is really giving me rico nasty energy (you may already fuck with her music and if not, take a listen you might end up liking it!). 

you just have this knack for aesthetics and what looks good on YOU (i do feel like this pile does have the potential for a career path in creative directing and styling). so essentially, THIS is what boils your haters’ blood cause they are so in awe of how the fuck you look good every single time and rock the most outrageous shit. these people tend to nitpick the littlest of things because they themselves are followers not actual leaders. your haters can’t even come close to you though like they can try to copy but what i don’t think they don’t understand is that it’s not about how you style yourself but rather the comfortability you had to gain within being embarrassed. i don’t think it was always easy for you to step out in the world as yourself. 

i’m sensing this pile suffered some bullying and harassment from others for being themselves. y’all stuck out like a sore thumb. you were an easy target because fo this. so you pretended for so long to not give a fuck what they said and be confident that eventually you truly didn’t give a fuck. instead of conforming to others, to spite them even more, you styled yourself in incredibly spunky ways. it’s funny cause i’m getting a “i did it first!” vibe. all the trends circulating in the media now, you may have done them way back when and got made fun of. all your haters are now trying to keep up with the new shit when you really been the mfer to do it. i’m hearing a nicki lyric (ofc lol): “i put these bitches on game, they should be kissing my feet!” this group’s haters are the true pick- me’s of this world bro. they’re such followers and you’re THEE trendsetter! they get inspired from you and so mad they didn’t think of it first. it’s effortless on your part and they can’t figure out how to do the same! a natural creative, these mfers really can’t tell you nothing. 

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃: poppin’ - rico nasty

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄:

your resilience. this pile’s energy is giving a phoenix rising from the ashes. scorpio energy very much present (water sign energy in general). y’all have been through hell and back and somehow, someway you remain unscathed; from an outside perspective. your journey has never been easy but you’ve made it look easy and this shakes your haters to the core because nothing can knock you down. i have a feeling that people actively try your ass hard to get you to that breaking point but it simply doesn’t work. a good chunk of people in this group are my divine feminines to be honest cause i’m sensing high intuitive abilities. you had so many lessons you had to go through to realize that the peace lies within you and is not in reach within the outside world or others. your ability to remain calm in even the chaotic of situations is remarkable. such great problem-solvers and intellectual ass mofos. this is VERY impressive energy and let me just say, others can just FEEL this energy without you having to say anything.

i sense your haters are extremely intimidated by y’all because y’all keep your shit together. even if you’re a fucking mess, i think you make sure to not show others that because you know that it can be a weakness that others can pinpoint and poke at. your haters may disguise themselves as your friends because this is the only way to get you to open up. you may have had a lot of backstabbers in past connections. FYI: this wasn’t your fault. they were just extremely jealous of the way you approached life and from their perspective it seemed that things would fall into your lap. you may have been the “advice friend” so always trying to guide your friends towards the right direction and offering your wisdom, but they saw this as you thinking you’re the shit. clearly, they didn’t know HALF of what you had to go through to get to that abundant sort of mindset. i’m frustrated for this group in particular because it just seems like people purposely try to misunderstand y’all to get under your skin. BUT YOUR ENERGY THOOO >>>>. you’re such an unbothered human, you dead ass don’t give a fuck. you just continue because you understand that no one can invalidate your experiences but yourself. so you seek out peace and usually your quick to cut mfers off like it ain’t nothing. 

queen of cups and the star popped out, you’re special man. you have learned from your lessons and past mistakes and that’s why you’re so naturally “lucky” or abundant because spirit was like “we see you.” i keep hearing “chosen one” so you may be the one in your ancestral line to be breaking generational curses (that shit ain’t easy, pat yourself on your back because you’ve either done it already or are on the track to doing it! you’re THAT one fr). the true essence of an alchemist because you have mastered the ability to make something out of nothing and that takes a lot of strength, courage, and bravery. you also have great determination and work ethic. such a good head on your shoulders, you really just be minding your business and powering through life no matter how hard it gets. i know sometimes it feels like a lot on your shoulders, just know that breaking down is normal. you need to release that and that’s ok. i really don’t even want to talk about your haters cause i feel like sometimes this weighs heavy on you but spirit wants me to tell you that you’re getting your due diligence soon. the right souls are on their way to your right now! stay ready, this will bring a lot of happiness!

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃: january 28th - j cole

[murtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurt]

oke i wille com ovr :~) 2 playe for nite.

BY THE WAY, THE ADOPTION THING IS STILL HAPPENING. FUCK YOU MURT GO TO DOCTOR HOT PENIS.

[bts-trans]

211030 Weverse Translations

RM's Comment 💬 on ARMY's Post ❇️

💜: 남준 오빠 하루에 몇 시간씩 운동하세욤?? RM: 오우 저 왜저러고있어요?? (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774101160407)

💜: Namjoon oppa how many hours a day do u workout??

RM: Ooof why am I standing like that??

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RM's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 지민아, 나 남자친구 없어. 하지만 우리 가족 모두는 네가 내 남자친구라는 것을 알고 있어. 어떻게 해야 하나?ㅋㅋㅋ RM: wow... (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774170994685)

💜: Jimin-ah, I don't have a boyfriend. My whole family knows that you are my boyfriend. What do I do? hahaha*

RM: wow...

(T/N: *The Korean in the original post was likely translated using an online translator.)

💜: 왜 몰라 그러지만 오늘 느낌이 남준 오빠가 위버스에 올 것 겉이라고 생각해 :D RM: 🙃 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774197241666)

💜: I don't know why but I had a feeling that Namjoon oppa would come on Weverse today :D

RM: 🙃

💜: 오빠머하다왔어요 RM: work....... RM: 저 직장인 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774208552799)

💜: Oppa what were you doing

RM: work....... RM: I'm an office worker

💜: 진짜 이렇게 자? RM: 상의는 안입습니다 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774241122019)

💜: Do you really sleep like this?

RM: I don't wear a shirt

💜: 남주나 할로윈 분장 뭐해보고 싶어?👻 RM: 아기상어.. (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774258719849)

💜: Namjoon what Halloween costume would you like to try?👻

RM: Baby shark..

💜: 남준씌 석진씌가 계속 티비 쓴다티비 귀엽다고 전해달라티비 RM: 어쩔다이슨청소기 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774273469127)

💜: Namjoon-ssi, Seokjin-ssi keeps TV using TV it's cute please let him know TV

RM: So what Dyson vacuum cleaner

(T/N: '어쩔티비' is a recent slang used mostly by middle/high schoolers that means something like 'so what TV' and is used as a meaningless, non-answer to annoy the other person in playful/non-serious fights. Following this slang, Jin has been adding TV to the end of sentences in a lot of his posts/comments. The expression is also sometimes modified to include other appliances instead of 'TV', which is what RM did.)

💜: 약간 뽀로로 RM: 😔 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774297060690)

💜: You look kind of like Pororo*

RM: 😔

(T/N: *A very popular animated penguin TV character for children.)

💜: 남준이와 밤💜 RM: 밤이랑 또 놀고시퍼용 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774309778909)

💜: Namjoonie and Bam💜

RM: I wanna play with with Bam agaaain

💜: 남준아 오늘 tmi? RM: 오늘 흑당버블티 먹었어요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774324064004)

💜: Namjoon-ah what's today's tmi*?

RM: I had brown sugar bubble tea today

(T/N: *'TMI' is used in Korean slang to mean little tidbits that people might not know about.)

💜: 남준아 뉴턴을 틀렸다 뉴턴은 모든 물건이 서로 잡아당긴다 했는데 난 너한테만 끌리잖아 ㅠ RM: 뉴턴을 틀리다니... (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774343640802)

💜: Namjoon-ah I got* Newton wrong Newton said that all things attract each other but I'm only attracted to you ㅠ

RM: Can't believe you got Newton wrong...

(T/N: *OP likely meant 'Newton was wrong' but made a typo.)

💜: 남주니..갔겠디...슬푸다....ㅠ 잘쟈 냄쥰쓰... RM: 안갔지롱 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774380131389)

💜: Namjoonie's..probably done...I'm sad....ㅠ Good nite Naemjoons...

RM: Still heeeere

💜: 남자 친구가 필요하지 않습니다. 나는 남준이 있다. RM: -오늘의 시- (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774407260821)

💜: I don't need a boyfriend. I have Namjoon.

RM: -Poem of the day-

💜: 오빠 내가 토요일에 나를 응원해 줄 수 있는 댄스 공연이 있습니까? RM: 오우.. 댄스? RM: 괜찮겠음? (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774425508950)

💜: Oppa do you have a dance performance that I can cheer myself with on Saturday?*

RM: Oh man.. dance?

RM: Will you be okay?

(T/N: *The Korean in the original post was likely translated using an online translator. RM seems to have interpreted it to mean OP has a dance performance on Saturday.)

💜: 남주니 왜 족구 잘해??? RM: 남준이도 삼년이면 헤딩을 해본다 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774461730127)

💜: Namjoonie why are you good at foot volleyball???

RM: In three years Namjoonie's gonna try a header too

💜: 정국이 따라서 초록색으로 염색하는게 탈색하느라 죽을뻔 했어요 ㄹㅇ RM: 그거 아므나 하는거 아님요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774482227015)

💜: Following Jungkookie, I was bleaching my hair to dye it green and I almost died fr

RM: Not just anyone can do that

💜: 남준아 어떡해? 내일 헬스장가서 운동할까 아님 그냥 자고 밥먹어야지 그게 인생이라 RM: 원래 운동은 먹으려고 하는것 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774503824966)

💜: Namjoon-ah what should I do? Should I go work out at the gym tomorrow or should I just sleep and eat, I mean that's life

RM: People work out so that they can eat

💜: 호비 크로플 어때써 남쥰 RM: zohnmat (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774584091920)

💜: How was Hobi's croffle Namjyoon

RM: zohnmat*

(T/N: *A romanisation of ‘존맛’, which translates to 'really frikkin good'.)

💜: 남준쓰 나도 운전 배우는 게휙 없어 ㅜㅜ 너무 무서워 ㅠㅠ RM: 진짜 따야되는데 언제따지.... RM: 하늘천따지.... (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774638447096)

💜: Namjoons I don't plan on learning how to drive either ㅜㅜ It's so scary ㅠㅠ

RM: I really need to get a licence but idk when.... RM: Sky cheon, tta ji....*

(T/N: *'Sky cheon, earth ji, yellow hwang, etc' is a song used to teach Korean children Chinese characters. RM made 'earth ji'  'tta ji' as it sounds like the end of his previous comment.)

💜: 김남준 어쩔냉장고청소기핸드폰 RM: 어쩔클라우드생드래프트 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774721458528)

💜: Kim Namjoon so what fridge vacuum cleaner cell phone

RM: So what Kloud draft beer

💜: 직장인 회식 재개로 금욜 피건 먼저 잠듭니다 🥲 남주니 불금해요! RM: 책과 함께 불금을.. ♨️ (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1674774735681840)

💜: Now that company dinners are back office workers have tiring Fridays I'm off to bed 🥲 Namjoonie have a lit friday!

RM: Getting lit this Friday with a book.. ♨️

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[dream-angel-comicbooks]

Playful but dangerous Daybright

Playful but dangerous Daybright

Daybright is today’s special feature. This even-tempered stallion might seem boring to some since it takes quite a bit to really upset his calm demeanor. Just like his twin, however, he only allows one rider: Red Nite Soldier. According to mythology, (depending on the story you find) Daybright was one of the two horses that drew the Sun God Apollo’s chariot across the sky each day and was cared…

[moonxsuncelestials]

cuteteacakes​:

 At the comment about Wild Tiger not wanting take him in, well the dragon had to tease this guy. “Damn shame, cause he might have had a wild ride~ There’s a saying about dragons being far superior in bed than a man, but if Wild Tiger is too of a scaredy pussycat, well his loss~.”

{🐯} - Kotetsu flushed at the other’s comment. “O-oi, are we still talking apprehending villains and turning them in, right??” This guy is making this old man blush-! He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground. “I-I don’t think… I mean Wild Tiger probably would rather not s-sleep with potential criminals, that is…”

{🐰} - Barnaby elbowed him in the ribs. “Best shut up before you embarrass yourself.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh as Barnaby elbowed Kotetsu and assured the elder that it was all good. “Though if he ever managed to sleep with a possible villain, perhaps he might convince the other to behave. With a reward~” Okay, now he was just being a gremlin before he winks at them when he heard the street light. “You two ever think that Bunny and Tiger are in need of some relief, I’m sure you can point them in my direction.”

With a twirl of his parasol and a rather playful wink, he then disappears into the crowd. Though not without leaving Kotetsu and Barnaby his calling card. Dragon Nite.

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

My naem is Gene

My bande is KISS

I lyke the girles

Each and ev'ry misse

But at nite on stage

I graspe my bass

I playe the songe

And I lik Ace