#quarantine collab

[kindahoping4forever]

just got home for holiday break and I'm excited for my favorite tradition: getting stressed by my chaotic family and unwinding every night with your holiday smut master list 🥰

Aww, I'm happy to hear you still enjoy those! I have such fond memories of putting that event together with @cal-puddies! And our Poly!Cashton story is still one of my fav collabs we did 🎄♥️

Hoe For The Hoe-lidays: A Holiday Fic Event Masterlist

[harrysfolklore]

love and tour - collab post

the amazing @watchmegetobsessed teamed up once again and we came up with this story for you ! READ THIS BLURB FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THIS STORY

we hope you like this <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2010

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yourinstagram good luck harry on your x factor audition ! i know you don’t have instagram but i want to say that i’m proud of you and i believe in you <33

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username1 good luck harry !!

username2 holmes chapel comp believes in harry <3

username3 goooo harry!! :p

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xfactorupdates A new boy group was formed tonight with boys that didn’t make it to the next round. Their names are: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne

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username1 cuties ! i’m ready to support them

username2 that harry boy is so adorableee

yourinstagram i’m so proud of you harry !! good luck and congratulations boys <3

2013

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harrystyles Picture of Oberhausen! Thank you for having us Germany. Tschüss!

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onedirectionfan1 MY SHOOOW

onedirectionfan2 my favorite boys ever

niallhoran Yoooo!

onedirectionfan3 ❤️

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yourinstagram Soon 👑

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yourbestie CONGRATULATIONS ❤️

onedirectionupdates Harry liked this post !

1dfan1 OMGG WHY DID HARRY LIKE THIS

annetwist Congratulations darling 👏🏻

yourinstagram Where are this likes coming from 😳

onedirectionupdates From what we gathered, she’s an old friend of Harry’s and they probably went to high school together

2014

2019

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harrystyles LIVE IN LONDON. DEC 19.

Link in Bio for details on ticket access.

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

alessandro_michele ❤️

harryfan2 I’LL BE THERE

harris_reed london boy

harryfan3 THIS IS SO EXCITING

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yourinstagram got a show today 🕺

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username1 gorgeous ! 💗

gemmastyles Can’t wait to see you ! It’s going to be just like old times ❤️

username2 cutieeee we need to catch up

yourbestie Tell me all the details once it’s done !!

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harryupdates “I have really special people with me tonight. My family is here, friends I haven’t seen in so long are here. I’m happy to have them around tonight.” - Harry in London tonight !

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harryfan1 AWEEEE

harryfan2 lovey boy

harryfan3 he was so happy his family and friends were there 🥺🥺

harryfan4 MY BABYYYY

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harryupdates Harry leaving the ONO afterparty tonight !

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harryfan1 HELLO???

harryfan2 WHOOO IS THAT

harryfan3 i have so many questions rn

harryfan4 EXPLAIN

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harrystyles FINE LINE LIVE IN LONDON.

DEC 19 2019.

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harryfan1 MY BABYYY

lizzobeeating 💗

harryfan2 best show ever i cried the entire time

yourinstagram ❤️

harryfan3 COME BACK

2020

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harrystyles DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Practice social distancing. Watermelon Sugar Video Out Now.

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harryfan1 BEST VIDEO EVER !!!

yourinstagram SUMMER ANTHEM !! 🧡

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 this deserves to be a #1 hit

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yourinstagram quarantine diaries 🤍

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yourbestie i miss youuuuu so much

harryfan1 IS THAT HARRY??

annetwist ❤

harryfan2 yall are clowning that's not harry

↳ harryfan3 i know my man when i see him

↳ harryfan4 well he even liked this

2021

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Las Vegas, NV.

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gucci ❤️

harryfan1 HES FINALLY BACK

yourinstagram 🤩

harrystyles liked this comment

↳ harryfan4 huh harry liked this comment

 harryfan2 MY BABYYYY

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yourinstagram and so the adventure begins 🕺 💗on tour

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yourbestie YAY 🤩

annetwist Have fun !!

harryfan1 is this a crew member ?

pillowpersonpp ❤️❤️

harryfan2 so harry knows how to use instagram

harryfan3 my question about who this girl is remain unanswered

TWITTER

//

2023

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yourinstagram 💗 ON TOUR, FOREVER.

when this tour started, harry and i were still brand new, this was a new world for me and one thing i was sure about is that i want to be by his side for every minute of it.

now that it’s coming to an end, i can’t help but feel incredible proud of the man that i get to call my fiancé and the one i’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

i love you, harry. i’m in constant awe of you and everything you do, thank you for letting me share every milestone with you.

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG😭😭😭

jefezoff My babies.

harryfan2 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

harrystyles Some things are just meant to be. I love you x

↳ harryfan3 THIS IS FIANCÉ HARRY SPEAKING I CANT FR

↳ harryfan4 awe the definition of friends to lovers this is so cute

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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harryfan1 STOOOP😭

alessandro_michele Cheries 💗

harryfan2 THEYRE GETTING MARRIED

harryfan3 of course harry would post her and leave

yourinstagram ily soon to be hubby

↳ harryfan4 DOUBLE HOMICIDE

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[treeba-rk]

it’s 2021. april third life renchanting may altar beheading “this is us, now. this is us” june “a hand to hold until the end. a hand to hold because we’re friends” july mcc team august hermit raiders and rise of treebark. ghosts of 2019— being too scared to ship openly but doing it anyway. treebark quarantine. where is your rider. we bet on losing dogs. fuck it shipping block people is fun, we should do it more. last life. tsuki. red lips. the love crystal that never was. the ren vs martyn finale that never was. last life ethubs— “oh, so hermitshipping can get mainstream”. martyn goes on tumblr. maidtyn. mint maids. ren calls martyn sexy. months before the first treebark week. 2021.

2024. i miss you. if you’re still here. i’m in love with judas. nothing will hit like 2021 third life ever again. trails of crumbs on twitch and tumblr and bits and pieces. real life. the marriage proposal that never was. michigan. shipping is so mainstream that ccs engage with it on twitter. “treebark is the ship name not the platonic name”. containment breaching. ren and martyn. what’s a dm. the summer slips away, blazing hot and swift. no june finale, no july mcc, no august treebark. fantasy smp? more like fantasy. scheduling. ren’s birthday. bbq cheesecake. cheese pie. smuggling. snuggling. rats in paris. new life series. mcc team dropping. welcome back 2021. bantering and innuendos and stupid bits and being “romantic”. renwood mound. ren and littlewood. two beds pushed together. promises in the cave. coming back home. “this is us, now. this is us.” king/hand. captain/lieutenant. and there was only one hammock. actual collabs and not crumbs. it felt so hard, but it feels so easy now. their banter was always this natural, was it? watching them is as easy as letting water slip between your fingers, is it? two cubitos holding hands in every universe— mcc, hermitcraft, third life, twitch rivals, rats smp. it’s you and me till the end. get me a shield and i will follow you to the ends of the earth. barely anything, then everything. 2024.

i love you. you’re still here.

<3

[musette22]

Wait Minnie that clip you posted of the Seb interview without context of him saying he’s going to get Chris has me thinking of a cute Evanstan au where maybe they haven’t ever met and worked together and Chris has been in the industry a long time and Seb rises to fame quickly and he’s always joked about Chris being his celebrity crush but now they’re on the same level and so Chris starts seeing all these clips and getting tagged in memes about this adorable man who wants (to work with) him and goes down a rabbit hole of watching all his stuff and then just DM’s him out of the blue to work together (on a romcom perhaps??) and then they hit it off and fall in love and ahshfjskdnjd 🥰🤭😌

Oh my god 😭 I am in LOVE with this. That is so freakin' cute, I can't deal 🥹 I can totally imagine all of this and I'd read the hell out of it! Actually, I think I read a Stucky fic with a sort of similar concept recently, but in that one, Steve was the movie star and he was using his social media platform as a way to try and catch the attention of his childhood crush Bucky. And also, I was part of an Evanstan AU collab a few years back in which Chris and Sebastian were both actors but they'd never worked together, and they got in touch via the internet during quarantine and fell in love that way, which is also kind of similar (Seas(on) The Moment)

But yeah, it's not quite the same as the scenario you're proposing, and I do love that one so very much!! In fact I need ittt, can someone please write it pretty please? 💗🙏🏻 Thanks for sharing this adorable thought with us, nonnie!!

[katsukikitten]

A zombie apocalypse au for @medusashima collab! Find the collab master list HERE! Be sure to give the others a read too!

Warning: graphic, violent, and sexual content intended for adults 18 or older.

Synopsis: Shelter isn't hard to come by in the End but good, untouched, shelter is. When you find paradise in the middle of a dead field in the shape of a 900 square foot home you start to break a few of your important rules. Always keep moving and don't help anyone. Especially if that anyone is a hot headed blonde bounty hunter sent to settle score you'd rather forget.

Peachy Keen Master List

Chapter One - Never overstay your welcome, keep moving

Winter

It scares you at first, the mummified body facing the door in the cramped living room of the home you found tucked away in a field of corn long past it's harvest. 

Petrified you, like the farmers that sat facing one another. In wooden rocking chairs, gnarled fingers slack around the handles. Coming closer to inspect and seeing no signs of teeth marks or infection. Letting loose the held breath you kept as deft eyes looked over every liver spot and wrinkle in the leathery skin. No fluid on the hardwood floors beneath their rocking chair or in the blankets around their shoulders. 

And by some miracle, the cold, the house didn't smell like rot. 

You figure they must have died earlier this winter, it lasted damn near since October as the Earth naturally cooled in the fall of the human race. 

With critical climate change hitting irreversible levels and long lasting damaging effects in just a few short decades, Mother Nature took matters into her own hands. Doing what she does best. 

She evolves, she changes and grows, makes a deadly cocktail of pathogens and fungi that rids her realm of blight. 

Humans. 

You were just surprised a nuclear war didn't wipe humanity off the map first. 

You hadn't meant to live this long, six whole years in the apocalypse, honestly you were one of the many who'd rather take their own lives. Least then you had a say in how and when you went. 

But the body has a funny way of forcing you to survive. To dissociate in some feeble attempt to keep the body going for an organ that tortured itself daily with endless, grueling tasks and for what? 

So you could experience your first kill? Watch your friends and family die when the Feds bombed cities instead of trying to quarantine sections? Of you walking until your feet bled, fleeing the city just to live in the outskirts to hear the screaming and wails as the undead met the living? Tied to a tree limb with your worn belt to sleep or maybe it was so you could loot the dead man for his tent but not without putting a bullet between his eyes as a parting gift first. 

No longer does Grim accept the coins laid upon the eyes of the dead. Now payment for a safe travel down the river Styx is paid with the bullet lodged into the third eye of the deceased.

A tradition sure to be passed down to the generations to come.

Despite the rage you've aimed at yourself for still living, the home was a welcoming sight. The old farm house made of gray cinder block, stout in the field of the tall stalks that you yearned to see each sweltering summer when you were stuck in the city before the world went to shit.

Now the sight of the dried crop makes the nostalgia coat your tongue thickly, like the bitterant of a large pill.  

You think you choke when you swallow. 

Still even with the two harmless corpses it was an amazing find. The shingles of the roof are all in tack and the old wood stove holds the reminiscence of a charred log and ashes. 

Logs lining either side that would last through the winter and then more still kept under an open awning out back. Plenty of birch wood to burn white smoke making you sigh in relief. 

First things first and with the few hours of sun you had left you needed to get to work burying the couple. Half debating over taking their rings that were about to fall off before thinking better of it. 

Grabbing the shovel from the makeshift shed and going to the edge of the corn field out back. Only you were stubborn, stupid enough to fight the frozen ground as you shoved the sharp spade into the Earth. Moving it to your will as sweat collects on the inside of your thermal undershirt making it stick to your back and the nape of your neck uncomfortably. 

Your calloused hands protect you from the biting wood as you spend the better part of your day light going six feet down. Using the height of the shovel as a measuring stick.

I wonder if their kids and grandkids will visit. I'll have to make a good marker so they won't miss it. 

And then it hits you. The realization of what you're thinking. Fat droplets blurring your vision as you chide yourself over wasting quickly dwindling time. 

You hadn't even cried when you watched your friends being torn apart from the force of the bomb but here you were crying over two strangers and their imaginary family.

Except they weren't imaginary were they? They were hung neatly throughout the home. 

Ya know the multi generational home that you planned to squat in. The one with the warped photos in warm senpia of when the family first arrived and built the modest country home to the vibrant color photo of the grandparents smiling ear to ear as their kids and their kids' kids stood on the still sturdy porch with corn cobs in their small hands. 

Another sob racks through your body forcing you to take a break from carving out your last foot hold so you could climb out of the grave you'd just dug.  

Should you start digging your own now too? 

Since no one else was going to be around to do it. 

Once you're back in the house you try to think of the logistics of bringing the pair out. You start with the wife, taking her delicately preserved body with the blanket around her shoulders. 

"’Xcuse me." You murmur to her as you lift her up, surprisingly light compared to the other corpses you've carried or moved. Careful to avoid banging her up against the door jamb accidentally before you make it out the few yards to the edge of their little property. 

Easing her down into the hole using the long and strong quilt that she must have made until you could slip it from beneath her to bring the fabric back up. 

"Sorry." Another involuntary pleasantry as you scoop the husband and his quilt up. Repeating the same action until he rested beside her as much as he could be. Dropping the first and second quilt over them as if tucking them in. You just hoped they wanted their holy matrimony to be reflected in the after life as well. 

Rooting around in your pocket for the few spare ammo you've got left. 

"For the toll." You murmur dropping a bullet each before tackling the grueling task of shoveling dirt back into the hole you half killed yourself to dig. Returning to the house only to place their wooden rocking chairs at the foot of their grave before heading inside for the night. 

Telling yourself not to look for their names, refusing to and that the wooden rocking chairs would have been enough. 

But it gnaws at you as you move around their furniture to better suit you, as the old wood stove fills the home with a warmth, with a luxury, you've long since forgotten.

Knowing full well she would have been the type of woman to have a farmer's log. 

A handwritten one or a more accurate family log written in the old bible that sat on her night stand. 

You left it alone, thankful they hadn't died in their queen sized bed as you moved it into the living room frame and all. 

The moon shining bright over head, peering in through the kitchen window over the sink as if to check on you. To see if you were still awake. 

And of course you were, when was the last time you've ever had a restful sleep? 

Your mind back to the "holy book" specifically the one with the worn leather and cracked spine. Even to the end the wife was a woman of faith, a bible open on the coffee table that you quickly used for kindling. 

Because what has God ever done for you?

He sure as fuck wasn't as merciless as he claimed to be.

Although he'd given her and her husband an easy enough death hadn't he? 

You were sure the rest of her family didn't meet the same gentle fate. 

In the end there was only one true God and that was Death. 

Ever waiting and watching, coming to steal you away before you could even blink with nothing to show you ever existed at all save for your own headstone, least til that crumbled away.

You jolt out of bed, rushing towards the book as if it whispered your name all this time and now it was shouting. 

Screaming, demanding your undivided attention until you flip open the front cover. Old cursive greets you as the pages sigh, rolling over birth and death dates until you're forced to flip to the back, finding the first two names without death dates but plausible birth dates that would line up to their age and the End. Slamming the generations old book as you rise. 

Finding yourself outside, bare foot. Knife in your hand and your breaths coming out in ragged puffs. 

Scrapping along the tops of the wooden rocking chairs like a woman possessed, carefully carving the letters into the headrest of the rocking chairs.

Stepping back in a fever to admire your work, feet numb from the biting cold ground before you turn on your heel. 

They echo back to you as if you'd carved each curving letter into your psyche instead of the smooth stained grain. Unsure if the haunting was that of thanks or scorn and you were sure a poltergeist was the least of your concern.

Even as you drift the names burn your retinas as if to remind you whose home you spent the night in. 

ASTRID     EMROY 

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The next morning you find yourself trapped in the house by deep snow so you poke around the home. Rearranging some things here and there but not to disturb the personal belongings just yet. 

Even though you know you won't stay long, never breaking one of your many rules that lead you to survive this long. But why not disturbing their belongs matters to you, you aren't sure. 

Maybe it's the way that this home is untouched. Truly loved and lived in, while the other houses you've squatted in were long since looted. Ransacked and trashed, taken back by the unforgiving weather and those desperate enough to defile what was once someone's home.

For others, their Hell within four walls and maybe the big End meant nothing to them anyway. Besides, it wasn't like you weren't one of the many who rooted through homes and hissed when you found nothing of use, just fading photographs and old DVDs and CDs. Shit that didn't matter now.

Right now you were mostly looking for a good pen with a plan to roughly guess the year so you could add the rough date beside their names and put their bible up somewhere. As if compelled to end their chapter properly so that they may live on despite, their bloodline most likely having died long before them. 

The couple really didn't have much and you were sure if you tried you could dedicate one small wall and bookshelf to their personal belongings to honor them. The thought makes you suck your teeth, so easily you cling to sentimental bullshit, out of spite now their things would be lucky to be stored away in a box. 

On the dusty coffee table are two sets of coasters, tops well worn from sweating drinks, a black leather book and a copy of The Great Gatsby with a broken spine. 

The book peaks your interest, hadn't read it since highschool and even then that felt like a foreign memory. Of harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed loud enough you were sure you'd go deaf to them after having lived in silence for so long. Tossing the tattered paperback onto the old wood top before your fingers grab for the worn leather spine, flipping the pages to see dozens and dozens of entries.

You settle into the old couch, the fire in the wood stove keeping the place warm as the sun lazily bleeds in through the windows to provide you with just enough light to read as you flip it open you're met with a threat.

If ya settle here ya better watch over our goddamn farm. 

The cover page makes you snort, flipping the thick page to consume what you could, hoping there would be some hints on where they stashed their canned goods and supplies. Even if it didn't provide you with anything, at least it helped past the time.

Jan 31 20XX  Six years after the "Rapture" 

It's ain't all fucking peachy keen as I'm sure ya can see and I'm comin to realize that I ain't built to live forever.

And if I was, I couldn't imagine a worse hell than this. 

If ya settled here in our little house I've got some rules. 

No drinks on my damn coffee table without a coaster. I got plenty of 'em. The ones from my birthday (they got cats on em but the paint'll be rubbed off by now I'm sure) or the ones Emroy made outta small trees. Hell use a book if ya gotta. 

Two, you best sweep this home. I don't care where ya came from or who ya came from, what god you do or don't worship but there is one thing for certain, house as old as this has a spirit and ya best keep it happy. Open the front and back door (good cross breeze in the sweltering summer) and you sweep my damn house. 

Or I just might be the spirit that haunts ya. 

Reckon that's it. So I'll quit my belly achin and step down from my soapbox to learn ya a thing or two.  

Now if you're a country folk and from 'round these parts y'all'll know two things. When snows a coming, or rain, y'all can smell it real easy in the air. Can't tell ya the smell but if you know ya know. And the second being it always snows heavier in the next coming weeks before spring than it will in the dead of winter. 

Now if you're from the city or just can't smell like ya used to, Bets the cow will be able to tell ya. She won't come out, simple as that and by the next day snow'll be up to your knees and Bets will look at you like she told you so.  

Hopefully she'll live that long, seems this disease ain't affecting the animals like it is us folks. Reckon we didn't pray hard enough or some preachy shit Gran would've said. Now if the cow ain't there to tell ya, the farm log will. Use yer head, you'll see the pattern even with the blasted greed fueled heat spikes. It's best to prepare for the worst. We've enough canned rations to last us a lifetime in the cellar but Emory and I are old as dirt, it won't last forever but as long as these hands can can, they'll can what he grows. 

Emory, my husband, says hello. Wants me to tell the "stranger" that's you I reckon, that the Great Gatsby is worth the read and that if ya find yourself with nothing to do, which ya will eventually, you should read it. 

Go on now, get back to surviving and be sure to dust my damn picture frames too. 

Yours truly,

Astrid & Emory. 

Pushy. You think to yourself but relish in the fact that old folks like to ramble, even in written form. Quick to explore the home to find the cellar doors in the fading short lived light of winter before realizing the age of the home. 

Shit, it's probably buried under a whole foot and a half of snow, you could exhume it now but you and twilight always seemed to have bad luck. 

It's when you've been raided most and almost bitten more times than you can count and after finding this place you don't wish to push your luck. Even if the undead were few and far between in bumfuck nowhere. 

Flipping open the cabinets in the kitchen you find a few manufactured canned meats. Fingers smoothing out the old label for any sign of denting or damage that could lead to botulism. Finding none makes you pop open the can to sit atop the old black wood stove, glass casting the room in a soft orange that rivals the sunset. It makes you pull the blinds closed in caution, not wanting any light to attract unwanted guests and when the wind howls you wrap tighter in one of the many blankets lying around. 

Three days pass and there is only so many times you can study the farm logs and widdle wood into pitiful shapes with your dull knife before you drive yourself mad. Still avoiding the books for now in some sort of spite or rebellion to God knows who before you're outside and bundled up. Shovel in hand as you scrape the metal spade all along the foundation of the house until you hear a satisfying tink. 

Your luck would be to start in the wrong direction and have to walk all the way back around the house just for the damn thing to be on the left side of the back porch instead of the right. Shoveling away the icy snow before coming across the wooden cellar doors. You wonder if you'll have to replace them soon but your curiosity of the future dies when you spy a combination padlock. Sucking your teeth pull a bobby pin from your hair, straightening it out and wiggling it between the rusting dials, scraping it around before feeling the soft give of the locking mechanism. You jab roughly and the lock pops open making you smile as if you hadn't picked anything ten times as hard. 

Taking the steps into the deep cellar where the air was cool yes but warmer than outside. As if it were deep enough in the Earth to stay a balmy fifty degrees even in summer heat. Flash light paints the darkness in harsh white when you spy a candle and a box of matches into an enclave built right into the old cobblestone. 

Once the fire flickers to life you switch your flashlight off, pocketing it as the candle washes the old glass jars and few metal cans aglow. 

Jarred jerky catches your eye first as you snatch for that, then a small jar of syrupy looking strawberries, as bright red as when they were first picked, making your mouth salivate. The place neatly organized and labeled, the metal cans of all of those beef stews that were upstairs despite there only being enough of those left to last through this winter. Even if you stretched them out with water. Finger following the shelf lining to try to find more sweet fruit coming across the word peaches under a layer of dust. 

Delight you look up, just to find the shelf empty and the sight of it makes you snarl. 

But at least you had your strawberries. 

They taste like late spring, like your childhood when you'd pick the berries at the local farm. How the sun beating down on your back made them taste that much sweeter in the field. A little reward paid by the sweat on your brow and the money your mother would toll out for the fresh fruit. 

Well, well worth the price. 

Spring is coming like her book says and you sweep and dust her house.

[seoul-bros]

Jikook Week 30 Complete (02/07 -09/07/2024)

Their thirtieth week in the military is now complete and time to celebrate this milestone with a look back at this week in 2022.

BTS announced their hiatus and the start of the solo era on 14th June 2022 and as baby ARMY that year I was unsure what this meant and what the future had in store for them and for us.

By the beginning of July 2024, J-Hope was in full promo mode for Jack in the Box. More was released on 01/07 and Jimin celebrated the release on his IG on 03/07. J-Hope wrote "Love you my brother".

On 04/07 the BTS Episode released took us back to the 2022 Grammys performance and watching the early dance practices with the member stand-ins, I was reminded how many obstacles they had to surmount to even make it to the Grammy's stage.

Jin had to have hand surgery and couldn't dance most of the choreography. V, then J-Hope, then Jungkook came down with COVID. (JK only making it to the US by the skin of his teeth before having to quarantine in his hotel room almost right up to show time). But then if that didn't happen we wouldn't have got this little nugget.

It is truly a miracle they were able to make such a faultless and memorable performance.

JK was riding high on the charts with Left and Right his collab with Charlie Puth. On 05/07, we say JK recording the song and it was clear once again why he is such a special performer and human.

Initial DICON D'Festa images came out with Jimin and Jungkook sparking a new wave of speculation with their matching Viollina rings.

Finally on the 9th July, BTS and jikook published the following pictures to celebrate ARMY's birthday.

HAPPY ARMY DAY EVERYONE 🥳🎉🥂🥳🍾🎉🥳

Post Date: 09/07/2024

[otomiyaa]

WangxianPatriarch 💕

Masterpost of Tickle Fics (AO3)

Probably not everyone knows this but for a while I was very focused on MDZS and TGCF and ran my sideblog @wangxianpatriarch for posting both tickle and non tickle fics, videos, edits and memes among other things, solely for these fandoms.

Within a short time, the blog got even more 'popular' than my main, proving to me how tickling is still such a niche. Then, I lost my hyperfocus and pretty much dropped it, so it had been pretty inactive already before it got deleted.

The fics can still be found on AO3 but because they are scattered on a separate account that also has a lot of non tickle fics, I will post the list here. Some of them are collabs with @ticklygiggles and might be on Tumblr if she posted them, but most are hehe, well yeah.. gone.

*= rated mature/explicit

Mo Dao Zu Shi:

MDZS | Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Characters: WWX - Wei WuXian | LWJ - Lan WangJi | LXC - Lan XiChen | JC - Jiang Cheng | NMJ - Nie MingJue

1001 Reasons - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Brothers - Lee!LWJ, Ler!LXC

Cornday - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Curiosity - Lee!LWJ, Ler!WWX

Everyday Ch.6* - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Gusu Trick - Lee!JC, Ler!LXC

Hide, Catch - Lee!LSZ, Lers!WangXian

Influence - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Little Rabbit - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Nicely checked up - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Old Times - Switches!WWX, JC

Quarantine - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Remedy - Switches!WangXian

Ritual - Lee!LXC, Ler!NMJ

Tight - Lee!WWX, Ler!LWJ

Voodoo - Lee!LWJ, Ler!WWX

Tian Guan Ci Fu:

TGCF | Heaven Official's Blessing

Characters: XL - Xie Lian | HC - Hua Cheng | HuaLian - Hua Cheng and Xie Lian together

Beach - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Butterfly - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Fantasies* - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Feel Good* - Switches!HuaLian

Gestures - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

The Ghost King is a softie - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Mantou - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Painting - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Shifted - Lee!HC, Ler!XL

Statue - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

Surprise* - Lee!XL, Ler!HC

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: The Prepper's

On the outskirts of Ponyville, a bunker was set up, built into the side of a large hill.

Within lived Camou Prepper, a doomsday prepper of an Earth Pony who was always regarded by the locals as nothing more than a paranoid looney (though most were polite enough to not say it to his face).

Not long ago, he lived in his bunker alone, but recently, due to the rabidly spreading outbreak of the Broodmother Virus, his little sister Taffy Prepper, who lived in her candy shop in Fillydelphia, took the first train she could straight down to Ponyville and joined her brother within its depths (Well, she might've snuck onto the train, as it was supposed to just be bringing supplies and not ponies due to the recent quarantine of the town).

-

Camou: You make sure the doors are secure?

Taffy: Mhm!

Camou: Check the cameras? The heating, the water?

Taffy: Mhm, mhm, and mhm!

Camou: Heh, good. You're always on top of things, ain'tcha?

Taffy: Aw, not as much as you are, big brother! I always knew you weren't crazy! I told mum and dad 'You're gonna regret cutting ties when something real bad happens!' and see? You knew it!

Camou: Heh...yeah. They never got it; I never -wanted- shit to go down like this, I just knew it would, that's all I was saying. Thanks for being here for me, sis.

Taffy: You're welcome! Oh, by the way, I finished your lunch! It's a hay and gummy sandwich! You'll love it!

Camou: Thanks, sis. I'll be there in a second. I just wanna check the cameras one last time.

Taffy: Okay! See you soon!

*Taffy bounces out of her brother's room with her usual spring in her hoof. Camou sighed contently, the smile still lingering on his face as he turned back towards the monitor containing a link to all the many, -many- cameras the paranoid stallion had installed. He flicked through; the back, the sides, the various rooms, including his sisters, all clear -*

*Until he got to the camera that showed the main door of the bunker.*

(Those of you who have been following Allmuneart's designs in collab with this AU will be able to tell which of the two of Rainbow's Copycats in particular this is)

[stormblessed95]

Hey there! I hope you’re having a great start to your weekend! Wanted to get your thoughts on why you think JK has gone completely radio silent ? My personal thoughts are that he is just done right now with the level of toxicity out there over every little move he makes. I feel like he’s in protective of mode of himself, Jimin, and the other members. I can’t even imagine being under that big of a microscope with so many just waiting to pounce the moment he says/does/posts something. He’s damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t. It’s got to be crushing not to be able to show his support for the members, especially Jimin, publicly. It makes me so sad. He’s always been so vocal with his actions about his feelings for him 💜💜He’s such a good guy, a kind and caring soul. I know sometimes he appears aloof and spaced out but I don’t think this is one of those times. If he felt he could post without causing distress (because of haters) to Jimin I think he would do it in a heartbeat 💜

Hi! I know you are new. So I'm not going to get into a ton of everything your said. You weren't here, so you won't recongize the pattern. But both JK and Jimin have been the least active members on social media since 2019. When they first started their official Instagrams, JK had a lot of fun playing with the new app, especially using it to connect with ARMYs and keep entertained during all of their times being quarantined. But otherwise he hasn't ever been super active. Jimin was pretty active pre 2019, but since then, has slowed down a lot. You could come up with a million theories as to why, including just, he has gotten older and it's not a priority at this point. JK was super active towards the end of 2022, as he was promoting his different activities and was garnering attention for it (different Collabs, Dreamers, etc). Jimin is now super active as he has been promoting his own stuff and making sure he keeps his name out there as his projects drop. Dior, W Korea, Vibe Collab and his new album coming soon. When it's JKs turn for album promotion, you'll start seeing him pop back up all over SM too. And when Jimins promotions are over, his presence on SM will slow back down too I'd bet. JK even said the last time we saw him on a live stream, that after he finishes up with Dreamers, he doesn't have much of a schedule or projects to focus on. So social media promotions aren't something he is going to worry about. And not being on social media is not the same thing as not showing your best friends support for what they are doing. I'm positive all the members have wished Jimin and Jhope well on their Paris trip and were super excited for them. No matter if a post was posted or not.

In 2017, Yoongi (who has taken to Instagram and loving it lately) was so avoidant of social media and their Twitter account that Jimin once even posted a photo of him saying "he's alive" since ARMY hadn't seen him in so long and Jimin saw lmfao

Basically, being absent from SM is not abnormal. And while we might miss them, it's not something worth theorizing over. It's normal, especially for JK, it's fine. It's something newer fans might not always remember as they showed up during a time where JK was making ARMYs question their sanity over how active he was being. Lol man basically barely posted at all in 2020. There are tweets from 2019 about how much ARMY misses JK but they understand his perceived "break from SM" that they assumed was a break since the man barely posted. Lol he posted a jikook selca once, a gym photo once, in 2021 he posted a monthly Selca and everyone was celebrating getting to see JK more than ever 😂

Basically I don't think he is worried about it either way, and therefore neither am I. I do miss him though! Just like I missed Jimin so much last year too! BTS solo careers and their presence online during them will be a new thing we have to get accustomed to I guess lol

[jev-urisk]

Heeyyy :> I would like the biggest infodump on Kazimier you have pls. All the details.

A 💋Kazimier💋 infodump?!? Oh goodness, where do I start 😵‍💫 (Also thank you for asking!). I'm going dump a few favorite things, if I try to dump it all in one Imma be typing instead of feeding myself today 😂

(He's tagged #7c kazi on everything I've posted on him so far if you're somehow thirsty for more after this)

💋Who:

Kazimier (Kashj-meer), an OC for my story 7 Circles

He's not sure what his parents named him, but as a kid he had this Cashmere sweater that acted as his safety blanket and eventually 'brat in the Cashmere sweater' became 'hey Cashmere'. He decided on the spelling when he learned to read/write.

💋What:

Shapeshifter Incubus Hybrid.

Genderfuid (pronouns based on appearance).

On the asexual spectrum.

Just shy of 6 feet tall.

Very likely autistic.

A bastard.

(Feel free to hit me w/specific what questions cuz this can get real outta hand)

💋Where:

He's not sure where he was born, but he's been in Du’Preve as long as he can remember.

Du'Preve is the 4th and final district of the Halkyon Empire. It's a place that's big and abrasive like New York, full of sleezy entertainment like Las Vegas, and is a trashy dupsterfire like the Jersey turnpike.

Du'Preve is home to vampires, gorgons, gargoyles, litches, and hybrids. Collectively they're called Du'Preve'd, darklings, 4th class, nightcrawlers, or just 'lowers'.

But recently he got caught by the govt system and shipped out to District 1 🫶 sucks to suck.

💋When/history:

I don't want to give up tooooo much. 🤔Hmm. He's almost 300yrs old. No clue who his parents were but was a cute kid who found means to shelter himself. A couple centuries and a lot of trauma later and he's a calculating distrustful member of the criminal underground willing to do whatever it takes to avoid revisiting the past.

💋Why (did I make him?):

The thought for my wip 7 Circles began during quarantine 2020. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and when my school semester ended my skin was crawling with creativity that didn't have an outlet. So I gave in and downloaded tiktak.

Im a drag persormer/cosplayer and ended up on the side of the app where folks collaborate on settings and interact in-character as their ocs to create a story. I joined as my OC Kazimier and not long after, I began interacting with the charming, dark-eyed OC, 'Klaus Calvaire'. We started messaging to plot story collabs.. then started messaging just to say hi.. then messaged our lives to one another.

This witty, handsome, well-written person was flattering me enough by collaborating so much with me- then they fell in love with me, moving 1000s of miles to live life alongside me. I'm humbled every morning that I'm dating the mind behind my internet crush, and we share whispers about our ocs as we hold one another each night.

The og tag group splintered, the clock app is no longer great for my brain, but Kazimier and Klaus are still going on adventures alongside me and my unlikely lover, 4yrs and over 100k words later. ❤️

💋How (did he come to be?):

Personality was originally based on what I thought would be interesting to write, but then I accidentally added chemical X (my truma) and ended up with a bastard.

As for his looks.. they're based off my drag performance style/makeup🫣. Like.. he was a cosplay before he was really a character. It's embarrassing and strange and delightful all at once that this mf kinda looks like me. 😳

Soooooo, Yeah! He's my most developed blorbastard so there's a lot more, but I'll leave the rest for more asks. If you have further q's feel free to send them!

Hope this wasn't too much of an overload lol if you made it this far thank you so so much, I hope the muses bless your wip 🙏

[verxsyon]

college au hq. inspired by that one kpop fic. gn!reader.

alright, so i was supposed to write a timestamp drabble for an hq collab which i believe is pretty popular in the fandom iirc? i was gonna write college bf iwa but i thought ay what if i write a collection about college campus couples? i even made a graphic too so i can rb this post with it later hehe.

when i used to be part of the kpop fandom someone wrote a quarantine collection and it was iconic. remembered the author and the exact title too lmaooo. the ideas i gathered from moots and servermates (tysm favlib and teahouse) are a LOT plus from my own college experiences so here’s the list:

[whatiwillsay]

hi cam! before i say something i just want you to know i absolutely adore your blog and pod and all the work you put in it! i have recently come across it in the past months while deepdiving gaylor and its been a wonderful experience(your blog is the most level headed and rational + well researched) so thank you for making the experience so nice!!!

while i was looking at all the tswift posts i realized you do more than just gaylor takes, it's a lot of popculture so out of curiosity i searched up larry on your blog. i was a tiny bit deflated to see you don't believe in it despite all your researching and that's okay! we all have different opinions! (im a hardcore larry truther though) i know you've said you've researched larry to the bone but i've also seen that you're always open to a different pov and change in opinion so maybeee :D im not here to ruthlessly convert you but i just wanted to drop a suggestion! if you ever have the time, please check out cosmicleeds larry timelines on youtube! they are just like your timelines, well researched, debunking of the over the top things, and very comprehensive, backed with solid proof! a lot of larry stuff is hard to believe when you weren't personally there but arden does it very well! there's also other videos on them for more context and debunks so just watch them see what happens, give it one more shot who knows? :D otherwise, happy gayloring and camcaking!

i'm glad you enjoy the pod and community! i have researched larry extensively and also talked to a lot of people in the industry that have worked with harry and the other 1d guys, my girlfriend is even friendly with lottie (they collabed on something once i believe) and never in my life have i heard anyone with any connections ever say larry was real.

i put most of my thoughts on the matter into this episode:

long story short larry is probably never something i'd believe in unless harry and louis told me to my face they were together. could i see a crush on harry's part? maybe! i do know he's queer. could there have been some experimentation when they were young? yes definitely possible.

but as far as i know, louis and harry weren't even friends anymore by the end of 1d and certainly were never boyfriends and most of what larries have as evidence is coincidences, fan service from the guys, and harry's expressions of his own queerness that had nothing to do with louis.

i have seen just about every larry video on youtube (me and @thatskepticalbitchcara use to watch them when we were losing it in the depth of quarantine) and have seen a lot of cosmicleeds' stuff.

no hate tho, i know how enticing ships can be. larry will never be that ship for me though i know too many people who have debunked it to me.

[blackwoolncrown]

Also flipside I think ppl need to understand the sway that novelty has on perception....

bc apparently a bunch of u hoes thought Bongos wasn't as good as WAP when it's literally exactly as much as a banger. It doesn't make you feel like WAP did bc WAP was their first collab dropped in the middle of quarantine. The novelty of it was at an all time HIGH.

Swap the two songs release dates and y'all would've preferred Bongos.

[nondescriptfrenchfry]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Oooh yes. Here’s five songs by some artists that I think deserve all the love:

“Pancakes for Dinner” by Lizzy McAlpine (such a nice song about crushes and all the silly things you wish you could tell them. 10/10)

“Slow Down” by Laufey (a soft song about young adulthood and appreciating the little things. her voice is so so lovely too. 11/10)

“More with You” by Malinda (an online collab with musicians and fans alike made during quarantine. togetherness never sounded so beautiful. 🌎/10)

“Fly Away (Free Bird)” by Yaniza (an absolute delight. the kinda song that makes you want to frolic in a meadow full of daisies. :D/10)

“Light of a Clear Blue Morning” by The Wailin’ Jennys (a stunning a cappella folk tune about hope and relief after adversity. we could all use a little hope in our lives. ☀️/10)

[jev-urisk]

The thought for my wip 7 Circles began during quarantine 2020. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and when my school semester ended my skin was crawling with creativity that didn't have an outlet. So I gave in and downloaded tiktak.

I always enjoyed cosplay and ended up on the side of the app where folks collaborate on settings and interact in-character as their ocs to create a story. I joined as my OC Kazimier and not long after, I began interacting with the charming, dark-eyed OC, 'Klaus Calvaire'. We started messaging to plot story collabs.. then started messaging just to say hi.. then messaged our lives to one another.

This witty, handsome, well-written person was flattering me enough by collaborating so much with me- then they fell in love with me, moving 1000s of miles to live life alongside me. I'm humbled every morning that I'm dating the mind behind my internet crush, and we share whispers about our ocs as we hold one another each night.

The og tag group splintered, the clock app is no longer great for my brain, but Kazimier and Klaus are still going on adventures alongside me and my unlikely lover, 4yrs and over 100k words later.

People of writeblr, what's your favourite thing about your current, most active WIP?

[kmp78]

"Have you seen the shitshow his life has been post-VK...? 💀"

So, things weren't a shitshow then...

Joker Suicide Squad?

Gucci Collab?

America Album?

Monolith Tour?

Camp Mars Mars Island?

Silent Retreat pre-Vid?

Quarantine?

WHAT DOES VK HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THAT??? 🙄