#pls forgive the formatting on this

[bihannies]

how svt 95z would react to you calling them babygirl

characters: scoups, jeonghan, joshua

warnings: one suggestive joke in scoups'

96z | 97z | 98+99z

reblogs and reactions much appreciated <3

[andthatsp1]

some things never change.

2010 // 2024

[grimowled]

;psa

we are now accepting mastermind related asks and interactions!

[shadowkoo]

bias selfie tag

i'm forever late and can't find the person who tagged me in my notifs but dw i got around to it eventually lak;jdsf;alksjdf

tagging these cool people & anyone else that wants to:

@jenoslutie @svtiddiess @yoonguurt @liveyun @sluttywoozi

@thisfuckingdeadlife @seokgyuu @onlymingyus @caelesjjk

@chryblossomjjk @shuadotcom @hopegguks @sailoryooons

@c-oupsie @jinstronaut @horanghater @wooahaeproductions

@hobeemin @yoonia @monvante @taegularities @jeonstudios

@beomcoups @kwanisms @ugh-yoongi @raplinesmoon

@xscoupsx @temptaetions @gimmethatagustd @ressjeon

[crayonmutt]

🍾🥂🎉 NEW YEAR 2025 COMMISSION SALE !!

Hi y’all!! Every year I like to do a little commission sale during the first week of the year. Here is the info for this year’s!

Pls dm me on telegram or discord if interested! both are crayonmutt

[smittyw]

noemi turnaround!! 💥💥

[gojoest]

i’m not going to make it with girl dad satoru before the end of 2023 😔

[emc2beans]

Hi! I’m Bean and I play ffxiv on the Leviathan server (NA data center). Here is a lineup of my ffxiv WoLs and some related ocs. Goes from left to right.

Gwynedd [Gwyn-ed] Skaenblyss Grufud

-Age: 27   -Pronouns: She/her   -Sexuality: Very Gay 

-Race: Roegadyn -Height: 7ft 3in  -Weight: ~300 lbs 

-Nameday: 28th day of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 28)

-Occupation: Sailor (prev), (the) Warrior of Light, Scion of the Seventh Dawn

-Abilities: Warrior training, The Echo/Light’s Blessing

-Extra: Middle name means “Beautiful Blossom” because she was born in the spring and she hates it.

-Family: Llewellyn Grufud (brother), Rhodri Grufud (father, 46), Angharad Grufud (mother, 45), Assorted adopted younger siblings

Gwynedd is, quite literally, a natural-born sailor. That is to say that she was delivered while her parents were at sea, below deck on The Hullripper, a once-pirate-now-mercantile ship captained by her mother Angharad and her first mate/husband Rhodri. In her mid-20s, Gwynedd developed a desire to see more of the world, which meant leaving her life at sea behind in favor of becoming an adventurer. Seeking fame, fortune, and the company of beautiful women, she would instead find herself fighting for the very existence of the star she called home. 

Llewellyn [Lew-el-in] Guldaren Grufud 

-Age: 17  -Pronouns: He/him   -Sexuality: Gay 

-Race: Roegadyn -Height: 6ft 6in  -Weight: ~210 lbs 

-Nameday: 30th day of the 5th Umbral Moon (Oct. 30)

-Occupation: Sailor, Scion of the Seventh Dawn (unofficial)

-Abilities: Lancer/Dragoon training, oceanic navigation, fishing

-Extra: Middle name means “Gold Harvest” because he was born in the autumn.

-Family: Gwynedd Grufud (sister), Rhodri Grufud (father, 46), Angharad Grufud (mother, 45), Assorted adopted younger siblings

It’s safe to say that Llewellyn’s birth was unexpected. Born slightly early and far smaller than the average Roegadyn infant, the Grufud family was forced to take an extended shore leave in Gridania to ensure ready access to healing. Growing up, Llewellyn was often bullied for his smaller size and sickly nature. Even as he grew into a teenager and his health improved, he continued to be much scrawnier than average for his race, leading to much insecurity on his part. When he hears of his elder sister’s exploits as the vaunted champion of Eorzea, Llewellyn wants nothing more than to join her, but leaving the rest of his family behind is a difficult thing to do.

Syden

16, Viera (rava), He/him, gay

Gunbreaker + Bard

Is the third of five brothers.

Knows which plants will get you high, fuck you up, heal you, or kill you. 

Riveaux

16, Elezen (wildwood), He/him, gay

Machinist + Bard

Lives primarily with his father in Gridania, but spends a few weeks each summer in Ishgard with his mother.

His mother was an Ishgardian noblewoman who ran off to Gridania with a stable boy, whom she married and had a child with. However, she soon discovered that being “poor” (more like lower-middle class) sucked and went back to Ishgard, divorcing Riveaux’s father and leaving a young Riveaux behind. 

Dire 

16, Elezen (duskwight), They/them

Astrologian + Bard

Has two mothers, one duskwight Elezen (biological) and one Garlean. 

Calls their Elezen mother ‘Mum’ and her Garlean mother ‘Mutti’

Her Garlean mom defected while stationed at Baelsar's Wall and met their Elezen mom after running afoul of the Shroud’s wildlife.

A’Mina

16, Miqo’te (seeker), She/her, bisexual but prefers girls

Rogue + Bard

Lives with her single mother, who left their tribe to escape an abusive nuhn.

Gothic lolita enthusiast

Isolde [Ee-solde] Tumult 

- Age: 24-30 (depends on who’s asking)  -Pronouns: She/her 

-Race: Hyur -Sexuality: Bi? Pan? Straight? Yes.  -Height: 5ft 5in 

-Weight: ~180 lbs

-Occupation: Artist, Warrior of Light (reluctantly),‘Free Agent’ (self-proclaimed), Scion of the Seventh Dawn (when it suits her), PR Nightmare

-Abilities: Rogue/Ninja training, The Echo/Light’s Blessing, proficiency with some Allagan technology 

-Extra: Extreme reaction to Echo, activates on contact not proximity, causes intense pain. 

Allag was an empire of incredible technology. From airborne research facilities to teleportation, nothing was beyond the reach of their greatest minds. But, one of these great minds Isolde was not, which made the fact that she was cloned all the more confusing. Worse still was that she’d managed to miss the end of the world, or at least the fall of Allag and everything she’d ever known. Her memories consisted of little more than her name, some vague scenes, and blurry faces. Fortunately, she still knew how to wield a pair of daggers, providing her with a means of defending herself against whatever lurked outside that deactivated cloning facility. 

[foxesonstilts]

I got tagged by @kathastrophen to post the 10 last songs I listened to so here they are in no particular order:

jeannette - kelly lee owens

prime - shearwater

king - florence & the machine

conversion - khruangbin & leon bridges

hurricane - james vincent mcmorrow

mermaid - okkervil river

both sides now (orchestral version) - joni mitchell

aye - sam fender

love is all - the tallest man on earth

you're so dark - arctic monkeys

I'm tagging: @tinypi, @greaseonmymouth, @notajoinerofthings and @neversandnowheres

[inaconstantstateofchange]

WIP ask game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you like.

Finirà Bene Ch. 3

Hellsbound Hearts

Meditation

Your Grove

Was I Sweet Once?

Gale: I’m Sorry Honey

Wings & Chains

Tagging @dungeonspawn and @sky-kiss and @flamemittens and @apfelgranate and anyone else who wants to participate.

[angeleyesaura]

Look into his angeleyes One look and you're hypnotised He'll take your heart And you must pay the price

About | Ask | Rules | Submissions

[immurus]

@wasme asked: ❛  well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say.  ❜

"It's fine." Gray chewed on his tongue for a moment as he kept to his task, mindlessly sorting through supplies to stick into a backpack for the next away team outing. Partially mindlessly. He was stuck on the same object, a small blue cylinder with the word 'oxygen' or something of the like on the side. Seven of them went in the bag before he spoke again. "You're not the first person to lie to me, I lie to myself enough for both of us. But for my crew's sake, I'd appreciate accurate information."

[luxcruor]

donnie bites leo. turtle tot verse.

" DOWWWNIIIE OUUUCH!! " the tykes lip trembles as he grabs his arm. " i'm.. i'm tellin' dad!! "

[ategods]

she had touched him plenty, caught glimpses of hellfire and horrors unimaginable because of it. while it'd be a lie to try and claim that none of it worried her, that there hadn't been nights where she'd laid sleepless imagining what might come to haunt him next... the truth was that she'd rather stick around for that chance that she could help than leave for the risk that she might one day wind up scorched.

                                                                                        —-moreover, it could be argued that her lack of fear was emboldened by a certain blind, christian faith. 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝟺:𝟽; 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙼𝙸𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽, 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾𝙳. 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚈𝙾𝚄. an indomitable belief in the power of the lord is easy to keep when there's never been room nor reason for questioning. she'd pray and keep praying until the maws of hell itself opened up to her, and even then. sookie softens for him like a flower to rain when he cants into her hand like a " puppy. " she'd always wanted one, but could never bear the thought of leaving it alone.

she gasps and guffaws in half - amusement / half - offense with the next thing he says, reaching up so that she's got him held between both hands. " a cape, what, and nothin' underneath? i might like that, once i get over the total humiliation. " she knew as well as he did, as well as every gossip in town, that the chances of them lasting were slim to none & yet... she finds herself reminiscing on a certain scrapbook, glued down cutouts from wedding magazines, dreams perfectly out of reach. sookie raises a scrutinizing eyebrow with his closer proximity, but remains firmly in place. snakes her arms around his shoulders, in fact, and tilts her head to the side. " —now. what could have possibly given you that idea? "

he is not unfamiliar with this concept, that of winchesters being synonymous with harbingers, bad omens. of the wild hunt, of the apocalypse, of the coming of lilith, you name it. he's used to people giving them a wide berth, for fear that coming into a close enough radius alone would mar and tarnish them with the brothers' supernatural stain. but it is more than that : like the eye of the storm or the searing heart of a coal, dean knows that there's something ominous that follows them. like a shadow, forever attached. parasitic. it is no myth : he has been the host to many demons, literal and not. they have made a home in his chest, nestle between his ribs and rattle when he breathes. maybe staying away would be wise. the hunter leaves this thought to ruminate on later, disrupted by the flickering of a touch — he leans into her palm despite himself.

dean gleans his intimacies in spoonfuls, acknowledges their inevitable expiry date. takes what he can get, while he can. horribly domestic pet names aside. he'll tolerate it for the rest.

❛ if you've gotta man hittin' on you, you only need to ask. be in there faster than batman. ❜ suave bravado spreads across a surly grin, brows raising in a quick motion of charisma. ❛ cape 'n' everythin', if you're into all that. ❜ part of him is spellbound, so quick to initiate things with strangers, so hesitant once a pre - conceived notion is established with another person. as if he doesn't want to scare them away, wishes to bask in this moment while he has it. prolong it before it goes. still, his body rocks forward of its own volition, nose coming to nudge at hers. his voice lowers to a murmur, as if sharing a secret with her.

❛ —i don' think you woulda stayed away. reputation or not. you're too sweet on me. ❜

that trademark arrogance takes the stage.

[junkissed]

member — woozi x f reader genre — fluffy comfort smut word count — 0.4k synopsis — soft sleepy bedtime sex with jihoon warnings — descriptions of female anatomy notes — based on this pic of woozi bc i thought @onlymingyus could use something nice. i whipped this up on my phone super fast so pls forgive the formatting sorry it's short

imagine soft sleepy sex with woozi: it's late at night, almost totally dark with just a soft lamp on in the background. he's laying on the bed looking up at you as you straddle him, his gaze lazily following your movements as you slowly roll your hips back and forth. it's quiet, the pale moonlight filtering in through the cracks in the window blinds and the only sounds the hushed gasps and soft moans as his cock kisses your walls with each circle of your hips.

the room is cold enough to keep the covers pulled up around your hips as you sit atop him, completely covering his bottom half with the big white comforter without getting overheated. you're wearing one of his big cozy t-shirts, and he slides one hand up your shirt to play with your boobs while his other hand is in your mouth letting you suck on his fingers. he loves to praise you like this, telling you how good you're riding him and how sexy you look in this lighting right before bed, how soft your tits are and how wet your pussy is around him, doing all the work and letting him just sit there. he loves the way your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him in the same way your pussy sucks him in, so warm and wet and wonderful.

and then when both of you can't take it anymore he grips your waist and rolls you over onto your side so he can rut into you from behind, slow and lazy and smooth while he kisses your shoulder and nibbles at your earlobe. his hands are draped over your body, one hand resting on your stomach so he can feel the motion of each thrust as he enters you. his warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he whispers more praise into your ear, how perfect you are for him just the way you are. 

and then you feel his body tense and he lets out a soft groan under his breath and he cums inside you and you feel your whole body flood with warmth inside and out. and then after a few soft seconds he leans behind him to shut off the lamp with a satisfied sigh, and he wraps his arms around your body again and snuggles into you, spooning until you both fall asleep. 

i hope you enjoyed this!! if you did, consider reblogging or leaving a comment or an ask :) it shows me this is something people want to see more of, and knowing people like this makes me want to write more of it! thanks for reading!!

no taglist because this is just a rare short drabble! if you'd like to join my taglist and be notified when i post more formal fics, you can fill out this short form here :)

[thelittlestoflives]

Unravelling the Mystery

a wee Sanji x Strawhat!reader from the perspective of our favourite archeologist! it’s so self indulgent lol but i just love these lil pirates so much!! my first time writing for one piece too!!

barely proofread or formatted forgive me pls!!!!

no warnings, just fluff, use of YN but gender neutral as much as possible

wc: 1k

Robin loved a mystery.

Whether it be a novel, an ancient archaeological site, or even the small cartoon strip in the newspaper that Nami got delivered every so often, she was all over it, the cogs in her brain whirred like a woman possessed to solve it.

Her newest obsession was the mystery of where her fellow crewmate was going when everyone else was asleep. Every night, she would hear the door creak and their gentle footsteps on the floorboards.

Sleepwalking?

No. It seemed too calculated for that. And if it were sleepwalking, how would that explain the way that they managed to always be in their bed in the morning?

Robin knew in her gut that there was something else happening here, and she was determined to find out what. Not by asking, of course. She would find out in her own special Robin way, by following YN as they left the room, and then staying awake all night to see when they returned. Simple enough really.

That night, she laid with her back to YN, breathing steadily to imitate someone who was dead asleep. Nami’s breaths had evened out too, and like clockwork Robin heard the familiar creak of the floorboards and the door carefully being pried open.

She waited a few seconds before getting up and creeping out of their room.

YN tiptoed ahead of her, bare feet not making a sound on the floor, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Robin felt in her element as she sneaked behind her crew mate, only a slight pang of guilt in her stomach. Her curiosity overrode that particular emotion.

YN turned left, towards the boys’ room.

With precision, they opened the door slowly, and then shut it behind them without a sound.

Ah. Of course. They're sneaking in to see someone. But who?

Robin’s brain raced with possibilities. Was it the stoic swordsman? Their silly captain? The flirty chef? She went back to her bed, puzzling over each outcome.

When Robin opened her eyes, sunlight streamed onto her face and she was hit with a feeling that she forgot something. She rolled over and saw Nami and YN sound asleep in their respective beds.

Dammit! She fell asleep before she could see YN coming back to bed. Tonight, she would do it. The day could be used to gather some more clues.

At breakfast, she watched YN for any signs of lingering gazes or prolonged touches with any of the other crew mates.

Unfortunately for her she was in the middle of an intense discussion with Usopp and Luffy, trying to explain why their Captain physically couldn’t eat so much that he would actually explode, and missed exactly the telltale signs she was looking for. Hands brushing, a slight blush of the cheeks, eyes meeting with a knowing glint.

The rest of the day proved ineffective for clue gathering, and now asking YN outright seemed almost like admitting to failure, by not being able to solve this mystery. And that simply wouldn’t do. Tonight she would put an end to this and find out to settle her questioning mind.

Again, she feigned sleep and waited for those creaking floorboards. Once she felt like enough time had passed for YN to settle into whoever’s bed it was they were creeping in to, Robin rose from her sheets and moved towards the male quarters.

She imitated the way YN had opened the door, carefully and noiselessly. She stuck her head through the gap and scanned the swinging hammocks for any signs of her friend tangled up with someone. Wrinkling her nose at the smell of, well, men, she willed her eyes to adjust to the dark whilst internally cursing. She couldn’t see anything! This was beginning to frustrate her. Why couldn’t she solve this seemingly simple mystery? She sighed softly, closing the door and stepping back into the hallway.

She made herself a coffee and sipped it while deep in thought. She would just have to stay awake and see if she could spot YN heading back to bed.

She lay in bed reading her book, so lost in the words that she didn’t realise that it was almost sunrise. The footsteps outside the door startled her and she blew out the candle she was using to read and pretended to sleep once more.

The door pushed open, and she stared intently through half shut eyes.

A familiar blonde head stepped into the room, with a sleepy YN cradled in his arms.

Aha! So it was the damn chef after all.

He laid them down impossibly gently, tucking the duvet around them. He knelt down beside their head, and they exchanged some mumbling words before he pressed a tender kiss to YN’s forehead. Their hands were still tangled as he stood to walk away, and he kissed their knuckles so softly that Robin felt a small jolt in her heart. Sanji left the room to prepare breakfast for the crew, and YN was already back asleep.

She suppressed a smile. The thought of her friend creeping into his arms every night, so soft, so tender, so loving, and him gently cradling their body to his every morning before he started work, tucking them in, was so overwhelmingly endearing she could cry. Now she knew why her friend was keeping it a secret, for now at least. However, she was surprised that the lovesick chef was able to keep something like this to himself, but you didn’t need to be as perceptive as Robin is to see how special and genuine this relationship was. They belonged entirely to each other and were secluded in their small bubble of secrecy. She wasn't going to be the one to pop it for them.

And after all, she got what she wanted.

She solved the mystery.