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clubdionysus · 9 months ago

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[BAD DECISION #11] Perry

warnings: birds! jaykay gets kissed in a club :( paint party! fun!! b and jk then proceed to have a totally platonic shower :) normal friend things!!

soundtrack: better - khalid; & cry! - middle part

wc: 5.9k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

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Jeongguk ignores the look on Taehyung's face as you enter the bar that evening. It's not the hug that Jeongguk greets you with that's unusual, nor your typically sparkling appearance - but the smile on Jeongguk's lips? Yeah. Taehyung hasn't seen one like that in a while.

Still, he doesn't make a big deal of it, for Danbi's following just behind you. He's far more interested in his attempts (and failures) to chat her up, instead.

Namjoon watches on with shallow curiosity. His watchful eyes lounge on you as he takes a sip on his drink, a little more reserved than the others. Taehyung and Jimin greet you and Danbi like old friends, and in a way, it sort of feels like they are.

The club is empty - hasn't opened to punters yet, and won't for another half an hour. The suppliers hired for the paint cannons are still setting up; doing test runs into an empty space where patrons should be. It's strange to see this perspective of a club. Like a liminal space, it feels like you shouldn't be there - but the boys are unphased. Are used to it by now.

"And Hoseok?" Jeongguk questions when he notices the lack of sunshine shadowing behind you.

"Having drinks with the boys," you tell him without much care. You forget Jeongguk isn't as intricately weaved into your social life as he is into your personal life.

"The boys?"

He doesn't mean to sound so affronted, but he'd always just assumed it was the singular boy; that your little trio was a friendship that existed within a vacuum. Of course, it doesn't. You've an entire social circle that he's none the wiser of.

You pay his confusion no mind. "Yeah. How are you? How have you been?"

The conversation moves on, Jeongguk leading you into the room behind the bar in which they're pregaming.

"It's technically the staff room," he says with a shrug. "But what the boss doesn't know can't hurt him."

There's an airiness to his demeanour; his tipsy brain just as fluffy as the clouds that float around the ends of rainbows. There's safety there. No promises of gold, just certainty of a stable foundation.

It's a side to him you've never had the luxury of witnessing before, but part of you feels like you always knew he'd be like this. Always knew how he'd smile after a few drinks; how his giggle would sound just that little bit brighter.

"No Seoyeon tonight?" Jimin asks Yoongi as he arrives just a little after you. His cheeks are pink, the clammy heat of the club already getting to him, even when it's empty. Namjoon passes him a bottle of beer, unopened. Yoongi's unphased. Clamps the soft metal cap between his teeth and prizes it off, before he takes a sip and shakes his head.

"Nah, nah, she just dropped me off. Has brunch tomorrow with her friends so doesn't wanna be hungover," he explains as he takes a seat next to Taehyung.

Jeongguk leans over to you, quietly clueing you up. "His fiancée."

"Ah," you nod, before Yoongi turns his attention to you and Danbi.

You're reintroduced, and are quick to learn that Jeongguk and Jimin only ever seem to refer to you as Disco Ball amongst their friends. Yoongi mentions it first - 'you really do look like a disco ball' - but the rest of the boys chime in agreement.

There's protest from you. Sure, you've got enough glitter to decorate a Christmas card on your eyelids, but your outfit is pretty subdued. Jeongguk had told you not to wear anything fancy - "the paint is water-based, but just in case. Don't want you to wreck your favourite party dress, or anything like that." - and so you'd listened.

He doesn't tell you, 'cause he doesn't think you'll need it, but Jeongguk brought a spare shirt with him. Just a white one. Big. Wasn't sure if you'd think about the logistics of a paint party - but it isn't your first rodeo. You've been to a handful of events like these in the past, and know what to expect.

You're in a big white shirt of your own, wearing it like a dress with a flannel layered on top. Admittedly, the tights are giving disco ball chic - fishnets with teeny tiny gemstones sparkling underneath the dim lights of the backroom.

Jeongguk can't decide on how the fuck to describe your style. It's not grunge - too sparkly for that. Equally, there's too much of an edge to you for it to be considered 'girly'. He doesn't understand it. Quite likes it, though. Likes that you're still wearing those black hightops you always seem to be in.

Normally at the club you'd be in heels - but again, it's not your first rodeo. You know better than to tempt the paint party gods with a stiletto and sopping wet floor combination. Learnt that mistake the hard way back in university.

Jeongguk taps his foot against yours. No one else notices, too busy engaged in their own conversations. When you glance down, you realise why - he's in his converse, too. The only shoes he doesn't mind wrecking. They've been through the wars before. A little paint won't hurt them.

You knock his foot back. He smiles.

There are no words exchanged, just an understanding; you and he are cut from the same cloth.

You pay attention to everyone else's shoes now. Are looking for other kindred spirits. Jimin's in Chelsea boots- black leather, a little tarnished, in need of a polish.

Taehyung's in brogues for some reason, and you can't think of a worse shoe to have chosen for such an occasion. So many holes. So much to wreck.

Danbi, ever smart, ever stylish, is in a pair of white sneakers. She knows the game she's come to play. It's why she's in all white, too.

Yoongi and Namjoon are both sporting Nikes, not too fussed about the evening ahead.

And so it's just you and Jeongguk. You tap your feet against the floor and smile. "Stop copying me."

"I was here first, Byeol," he banters back, but is cut off by Yoongi declaring the need for you all to play a card game. It's one you don't think you've heard of, but make no objection. With the number of drinking games you've played over the last few years, you're almost certain you'll know it.

He deals cards and you quickly come to realise that you don't know the rules. Jeongguk tells you it's fine - "I'll help you out, c'mere." - and encourages you to show him your cards. He organises them; gets them in an order that will work for the game.

"Hey, I'm just as clueless!" Danbi pouts, and so Jimin grabs her cards to redistribute them.

"We'll work as a team," he says, eyes flicking over to Taehyung, just to check how he feels about it. Danbi is oblivious, but you catch the way Taehyung raises his brows in Jimin's direction. There's a slight smirk on his lips.

"Don't mind them," Jeongguk mumbles quietly, just for you to hear. "Jimin's just winding him up. Told Tae if he doesn't make a move that he will instead. Think he's just trying to encourage him. Making him be proactive, yanno?"

"He better bloody be," you muse, taking a sip on the drink Jeongguk had put in front of you when he started messing about with your cards. Tequila slammer. Fucking vile. Does get you fucked up, though.

"Jealous, are we, Byeol?" he smirks, swapping one of your cards with his. "Here, it'll help."

You don't dignify him with a response. It's a stupid thing to tease you about, because you know there's no way in hell Danbi would sleep with Jimin. While sharing is caring, sexual partners aren't something the pair of you have ever shared. Hasn't happened before, and won't happen in the future. It's an unspoken rule.

One that Jeongguk would do well to remember.

The evening carries on just as it began; light banter, drinks far too strong, and electromagnetic force somehow keeping you and Jeongguk attached at the hip. You're in the smoking area far more than you are on the dancefloor. You're not smoking, mind you, just talking nonsense. Making bets. Being stupid.

"Have you read him yet?" You ask when Jeongguk finally presents you with Perry the paper pigeon.

He shakes his head. Bites his lip. "No. You can do the honours."

He watches your hands as you unfold the paper, but the soft laugh you produce draws his attention to your face.

"Ask for someone's number," you read out, bemused at how shy Jeongguk apparently is.

He groans. "God, that's so embarrassing."

"Nooo," you laugh, drunk body swaying into his a little. He's giggling too, now. Can't seem to help it. "It's cute."

"So lame."

"Shut up," you beam. "It's a start! A good bloody place to start as well. Something easy."

Jeongguk vehemently disagrees. Tells you as such. Says, "imagine asking for a number and getting rejected over something so simple. Would be mortifying. A very valid fear."

"So you go for a girl you know is interested," you say. "Look, this is the best place for it. Remember how many girls find you on Instagram after they come here? It won't be any different now that you're out from behind the bar. If anything, you've got far more chances!"

He spends the next fifteen minutes moaning about it. You decide a drink is the only remedy to his whining.

You order four Purple Starfuckers from Yeonjun. Jeongguk is offended. Insists he can make them, despite the fact he is quite literally covered head to toe in paint. and has a permanent grin from just how tipsy he is. Yeonjun tells him no. Says the bar is off-limits. Jeongguk says he'll fire him, and Yeonjun just laughs in his face.

"Alright. Bet you 10,000 you won't remember trying to fire me in the morning."

"Deal."

"Disco Ball, you're our witness," the blue-haired menace winks towards you. "Make sure he pays up."

"Aye, aye, captain," you wink back, and instantly regret the rogue pirate shtick because Jeongguk looks at you like you've got three heads.

"The fuck?"

"What?"

"Captain," he snorts. "Captain."

"Oh, don't get jealous," you tease. "Is this because you want me to call you Daddy, again?"

This time, Yeonjun stops what he's doing. Looks at the pair of you with a slack jaw and wild eyes. Doesn't know what the fuck is going on between you, but knows he wants to watch every second of it unfold.

When he serves you shots, he smirks. "Here you go. Captain," he nods in your direction, and then in Jeongguk's. "Daddy."

"Never call me that again," Jeongguk gags.

"Sure thing, Daddio."

"Oh my God."

Yeonjun walks away laughing to himself, all very amused. Will never stop calling Jeongguk Daddy now that he knows it'll get a rise out of him. Imagines you'll probably get a very different kind of rise out of him when you call him Daddy, but that's neither here nor there.

"I hate you for that," Jeongguk tells you, and you kind of believe him - but God, that broad smile of his is on full display, and the glitter on your skin is reflecting in his eyes like a clear nights sky. Impossible to feel anything remotely close to hatred around him, you think.

"It doesn't matter," you tell him, having noticed the girl behind the pair of you check him out at least three times since you've been at the bar. You kind of recognise her. Think you must have seen her before, whether it be on his follower's list or in the club. She seems like a safe bet. Interested.

"Girl behind you - look, quickly, but don't make it obvious -" Jeongguk turns around like a deer in headlights. "I said don't make it obvious! The girl with the high pony. She's been looking at you for a while now. I think she's into you."

Suddenly, Jeongguk feels very out of his depth. "Maybe we should go outside."

"Nope," you say so sternly that he feels like he's being told off at school. "Perry says you have to ask a girl for her number. Just a number. It's not a big deal. What's the worst that could happen?"

"She'll say no."

"Boo-hoo. Cry about it. It's two letters, Gguk. One word. It won't ruin your life. Here -" you pass him the final Purple Starfucker "- Down it. You've got this. If she says no, fuck her."

"If she says no to giving me her number, I don't think she'll want to fuck."

"Christ, not literally, Gguk." You spin his shoulders around. Give him a nudge. "Go. Do it."

He takes a breath. Psyches himself up. Swallows back the taste of his shot - which is a lot better than the tequila slammers he's been drinking all night - and catches her eye.

You retreat back a little bit, trying to make yourself look busy. Yeonjun watches on from the bar, even more confused than he was before. Were the two of you not just flirting? Are you not definitely boning? He could have sworn you were.

The DJ transitions into a shitty remix of an old Sean Paul song, and you wish you'd have kept Jeongguk around for a little longer to orchestrate a better soundtrack for him. None of the crowd cares how shitty it is though - cannons are launching buckets of neon paint onto revellers, covering every inch of the place in a technicolour haze.

Your flannel shirt is in the backrooms, as is your bag. Danbi's handprints are on your tits, yours on her ass, but the rest of your shirt is just a haphazard mess of colour. There's no rhyme nor reason; just paint. So much fucking paint. It feels like you're back at work.

A mirror runs along the back of the bar, and you use it to observe Jeongguk's adventure. You kind of feel like a proud parent as they begin to talk.

"Hey," the girl smiles. Jeongguk thinks she sounds sweet. A lot raspier than he expected. He quite likes that, though - although he can't really hear her all that well above the bass of the speakers. The way her lips curve thanks to his approach makes him feel a lot more secure in his endeavour. "You're normally behind the bar, right? I think I've seen you before."

"Oh," Jeongguk cringes, a little embarrassed. This is why he doesn't go for punters. He hates that there's never a clean slate. Always feels unfair. "Yeah, yeah. I manage the bar. I'm surprised you noticed."

"Well you do a very good job," she compliments, twirling a little hair from her ponytail with her index finger.

"I do?"

"I keep coming back," she shrugs. "So you must do. Could be something to do with how cute the bar manager is, though."

You watch on as he talks to her, bemused by the way his weight shifts from one foot to the other. Clearly nervous, you think it's wild that Jeongguk is so scared of rejection. He's a catch. Sure, his working hours are a bit unsociable, and maybe he doesn't have life figured out just yet, but you don't think he's too far off.

It'll take a little time for him to get where he wants to be in life, but he's actively working for it. He's studying, laying down foundations. Has a great social circle and is yet to present any qualities you think could be problematic for a healthy, enduring relationship. In a room of walking red flags, he's gleaming white.

"Who is she?" Yoongi asks with great intrigue as he comes to stand beside you.

"Not a clue."

"Does he know who she is?" He laughs. Knows that you and Jeongguk have only been hanging out for a little while, but can also read the dynamic between the pair of you fairly well. Knows that your opinion clearly matters to Jeongguk, and is trying to gauge your thoughts.

"Hopefully he will do soon," you say with a warm smile. The girl is laughing at something Jeongukk has said, making his bashful gaze all the more endearing. "He's getting her number."

Yoongi chokes on his drink. "Holy shit."

It's been months since Jeongguk has even entertained the idea of another girl. Maybe even a year. Yoongi might not have known the ins and outs of his former fling, but he knows Jeongguk hasn't quite been the same since.

"Uh-huh."

"Is this Jeon Jeongguk finally back in the game?"

"Could be."

"Well, I never," Yoongi exhales. "You know how many times we've tried to get him back in the saddle?"

"You needed a woman's touch," you laugh, biting down on your lip slightly as you watch Jeongguk scratch at the back of his head. The girl is laughing, flirting, clearly. She rests her hand on his bicep, and Jeongguk seems all shy again. He looks up. Catches your gaze quickly. Doesn't let it linger, but finds himself thinking he should end the conversation and report back on everything that's happened - but when he looks back to you, he sees you engaged in conversation with Yoongi and decides against it.

"Clearly," Yoongi agrees. "I dunno what you've done to him, but he's finally acting like himself again."

"I'm just a good distraction," you shrug.

You're right. You are. You make Jeongguk forget all about his inner turmoil, cause he's always worried about yours instead. He's thinking about it now, as the girl's hand lingers on his shirt. Trails down his arm. Reaches for his hand.

"Y'know, I've actually gotta get back to my friends," he says. He's snagged on thoughts about you. Nothing in particular. Just the fact that you exist. That you're there. That he's not hanging out with you, and he feels like he should be.

She nods. "Yeah, me too. Text me, yeah?"

He returns the nod, almost too eagerly. "I will. Have a good night, yeah?"

She pulls a little on his hand. Is aiming for a kiss she isn't gonna get.

But then Jeongguk feels your gaze on him again, and there's pressure to perform; to act as if he's doing well, as if he isn't absolutely shitting himself. He doesn't stop her when she leans in. Doesn't stop her when her palm rests on his chest. Doesn't stop her when her lips press against his.

He wouldn't say he's encouraging it per say, but he definitely is letting it happen. He's not against it. In fact, he actually quite likes it.

"You're a miracle worker," Yoongi tells you.

"Miracle workers deserve free drinks," you tease, because you're very much in need of one.

"Right you are," he agrees, and turns to the bar.

You let your eyes linger, watching Jeongguk as his awkward arm finally moves from the frigid position next to his body to the small of her back. Wonder if he tastes more like tequila or lemonade. Think it doesn't really matter. You don't like either.

"Stop staring, you perv," Yoongi calls back to you and tells you to choose your drink. Says it's on him, but you both know it's on Jeongguk's tab.

When he finally returns, there's a triumphant smile on his lips. Proud. And you have to admit, you feel a little pride, too. The Jeongguk you met a few months ago would have never kissed a stranger in a bar.

The night rolls on without a hitch.

Danbi and Taehyung leave first. Leave together. You don't think anything will happen - you know she's playing hardball - but it's an achievement nonetheless. Also proves that there was nothing to be concerned about when it came to Jimin, who also left around the same time with a random girl none of you knew.

Yoongi ends up calling Seoyeon, gushing about how much he misses her and is in a taxi no more than five minutes later. Namjoon hops in for the ride, leaving you and Jeongguk to meander back to his place.

By the time you arrive, the paint is dry on your skin; cracking. It's uncomfortable to say the least, and earned you some questionable looks when you ran into a takeaway to pick up some chips on the way back.

You blabber gibberish together like you so often do. You're both too tipsy for your own good. Jeongguk feels like he's been chewing on a ball of cotton wool. You immediately head for his fridge to retrieve a bottle of water. Just one. You'll share.

"She was pretty," you say softly, sitting on the floor of his kitchen. Side by side, you're watching the sun rise through his windows.

Jeongguk nods. Feels like he's being tested. Doesn't know the right answer, so he goes with the truth. "Yeah."

There's silence. Neither of you really want to discuss it. You're not sure why.

He steals one of your chips. Knocks his shoulder against yours. "The boys seem to like you."

"You think?"

He nods, and says, "you should meet Seoyeon, too. Next time we all do something, I'll let you know. She's always saying how we need more women around. I think you'd get along."

You smile. Yoongi is so easygoing that you're sure Seoyeon must be just as friendly. "I'd like that."

The silence resumes. There's a heaviness. It's probably just the alcohol, and it's probably nothing serious, but Jeongguk hates it. Things with you have only ever been light. Airy. Easy. It's not that it feels difficult now, just... different. Abnormal. Strange.

"I-"

"Do-"

The jarring nature of your voices speaking over one another is unsettling. You bicker all the time. It's not unusual for you to fully disregard the words he speaks just to voice your own dumb point, and he often does just the same. There's no reason why either of you would stop talking now.

You're holding back.

So is he.

He takes another chip. Doesn't eat it. Throws it at you instead.

"You little fucker," you laugh, and so does he.

But then the silence settles again. Makes itself at home. Tucks itself into bed, says it going to stay for a little while.

"Byeol," Jeongguk eventually says, so quietly it's almost a whisper. His eyes are wise as he looks at the golden sun that rises on the horizon.

"Hmm?"

"The longer the paint sits... the harder it will be to get out of our clothes."

"Mmm," you nod. "You're probably right."

"I am," he tells you. He knows he is. It's not his first rodeo, either. "We should..."

His words are weighted so heavily that they become lodged in his throat. He's drunk, and he knows he maybe shouldn't suggest what he's about to but he can't seem to help himself.

"We still have a bird to do."

You know what he's insinuating. Your first bird. The waterpark one. The one that was totally botched because it was more important to try than it was to be faithful to words written on paper.

"Gguk..."

He's not looking at you, just at the sunrise. "It's just a shower. Just to get the paint out. It's nothing like, deep. Doesn't mean anything."

You don't say anything. Truthfully, you think now is a really good time to do it. Things are so much easier when you're drunk.

"You kissed another girl tonight," you remind him.

He nods. "Mhmm."

"Do you not think that maybe it's a bad idea? A conflict of interest?"

He shrugs. "Think about it. Why did I kiss a girl tonight?"

"Because you wanted to?"

"Because I'm trying, Byeol. We made a commitment. Made those damn birds, and said we'd do them. You told me to get her number."

"Actually," you interrupt. "The bird did."

"Exactly. I did what the bird told me to do - but only after you encouraged me to do it, too."

"The bird never told you to kiss her. And the stakes are a little higher, here, no? Showering together surely is... I don't know. More?"

More of what, you couldn't say. Your tipsy brain isn't connecting all the dots. Nor is his. You both know it's a bad idea. You both also confusingly think it's a really good idea.

"No," he says, all rather plainly. "It's no different to the waterpark - it's just that maybe this time we'll need to wash our hair."

You consider the proposal. It's tempting. It really is.

"Clothes on?" You ask.

"Yeah," he nods. "If you want."

"Y'know, for someone with a fear of rejection, you're pretty forward."

"I'm not scared of you," he laughs. "It's different."

And he really thinks it is. Thinks that it doesn't count. Thinks you're an exception, not the rule.

If you were sober, you'd tell him to fuck off.

But you're not sober.

And you're feeling a little irritated with the fact he's made progress and you haven't. Failure isn't something you enjoy, and being behind feels like failure to you.

So you stand. Kick your shoes off and pick them up. They'll need to go under the water, too. "Are you coming?"

For some reason, he's startled. Doesn't know what he was expecting. Maybe more refusal? Maybe he was looking for you to reinforce the boundaries already established by the pair of you.

But instead, you walk towards his bathroom. Start the shower up. Toss your shoes beneath the falling water, and call for him again. "Am I doing this alone, or what?"

You're standing by the basin by the time he approaches the door. He leans against the frame. Looks at you in a way you don't quite understand. You don't realise he took so long 'cause he had to sort his breathing out first - make sure he actually was still breathing.

"You go first," you whisper so quietly he almost doesn't hear you above the torrent of water cascading down onto the tiled floor.

He pauses before he reaches the water. "If you need to tap out, just say the word."

"What word?" You grin, as if anything like that has ever been discussed before.

"Oh. Shit. I dunno," he smiles back. "Um... Chicken?"

"Chicken?"

"Chicken."

"Alright. Chicken it is."

You think it's fucking ridiculous, and you're right. It is. But it gets you both laughing. Has Jeongguk holding his hand out for you and pulling you into the water with him. Eases the weight on your shoulders as he rubs some of the now wet paint from your cheeks.

"See, told you it'd be better to wash it off," he says a little triumphantly, his pretty teeth resting down on his bottom lip.

You reach up and reciprocate his kindness. "You're such a mess."

"So are you."

Well and truly stained, your shirt is peach as the water runs through it. Jeongguk holds the shower head up and lets it run over your body, but there's nothing inherently intimate about it. Nothing sexual. It's platonic in potentially the weirdest way it could be - but most importantly, it feels safe.

Again, you reciporcate. Let him take the lead. You can follow.

But then he catches you off guard.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off. There's paint underneath it I wanna get off."

The news is delivered so carefully that you almost think you're imagining it. Think that your tipsy brain has run wild - until he says, "okay?"

He waits for you to nod before he does it.

Once you do, he grips the back of his neck, and pulls the shirt over his head. It falls to the ground with a thud. The water around it runs green. Your eyes are on the trail that seeps into the drain, and not him.

"Should I?" you ask quietly. "Should I take mine off?"

Jeongguk watches you closely. His heart thumps in his chest. He swallows. Studies your eyes; how they're refusing to look at his. Makes note of your shoulders and how they're slightly more curved than usual. You're cowering. Are a shadow of yourself. It really does seem like there's a deep-rooted fear, here. He feels guilty.

"If you want," he says. His voice is gentle. Temperate. Kind. "There's nothing to be scared of, Byeol. It's just me. Just us."

And you know he's right. The stakes are so low with him that it really feels like there's nothing to lose. What's the worst that could happen?

He'd see your body. That would be it. It wouldn't matter if he liked it or not. You're not seeking his approval. You know he wouldn't tell you his thoughts either way. Wouldn't comment on your appearance like that.

When you finally grace him with your gaze, he turns around; back to you, hands up like a white flag. You take in the sight of him; shoulders broad, the dip of his spine running like a river down his back. His efforts at the gym aren't for nothing.

You start to feel bad for evaluating him. It's all complimentary, but you shouldn't be looking at him like that. Not when you've just told yourself he wouldn't do the same to you.

"Tell me something," he says, not favouring the silence.

"Mhmm?"

"Why was this on your list?"

He hears your shirt slap against the floor of his bathroom, and then the soft pat of your feet on wet tiles as you turn around, too. It's only fair if his back is also turned.

You're still in your fishnets, but you've only got a matching black underwear set on beneath them. Jeongguk's still wearing his trousers - until, pretty soon after your shirt is discarded, so are they.

Now it feels even. You're both are bare as one another.

"No reason."

Jeongguk knows you're lying. "I'll choose to believe you."

You smile. The way he speaks to you makes you want to tell him. Tell him everything. It's just stupid insecurities; nothing obscenely deep-rooted, you think. Chalk it up to a couple bad experiences. Underestimate just how severely Seokjin fucked with your head.

"It's stupid," you whine.

"I highly doubt that."

And so you relent. "It's my fault, really. I... You ever just have like a gut feeling?"

"Sometimes."

"Had one of those, once. In the shower," your sentence comes out a little staggered. A little awkward. "Was with my ex and I just... His hair had smelt like candyfloss all week. Said it was a new shampoo."

Jeongguk thinks he knows where this is going. You pause.

"Anyway, I did his hair," you continue a little flippantly. You're playing it off like it was no big deal. "He did mine. Yada yada yada, you know the rest. Realised later that evening that his shampoo was fucking mint scented. No sweetness, no nothing. So... yeah. The candyfloss scent..."

"Was someone else's shampoo?" Jeongguk guesses the end of your sentence, and is correct.

"He still denies it," you say. "I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Found myself in this god-awful cycle of insisting that we showered together - just so I knew he wasn't showering with someone else - only to end up crying halfway through it every single time. He was so fucking fed up with me by the end of it all. Told me I was fucked in the head. Said that if he did do the shit I'd accused him of, then it'd be my fault for driving him to it."

"Christ," Jeongguk hisses. He's heard some manipulative shit in his time, but that really fucking takes the biscuit.

You hum in agreement. Sound small when you say, "he smelt like candyfloss again the week before he ended things."

Jeongguk's at a loss for words. Wants to wrap you up in cotton wool. Can't believe someone would actually do that to you.

"Byeol?"

"Mhmm?"

"Your ex-boyfriend's a prick."

"Yeah," you laugh, but it's cut short. There's a stutter in your diaphragm. You let out a deep breath. Hold back the pathetic tears you know are just dying to get out of your system. "Yeah, he was. Kind of my fault, though, isn't it? I'm the one who let him lie to me. Should have known better."

The fact you blame yourself is devastating to him.

"I'm gonna turn around," he says. "And I'm gonna give you a hug, okay?"

You nod, not that he can see it. Choke an "okay" out, and within a second, Jeongguk's arms are wrapped around you. He squeezes you tight, skin warm, heat beat firm beneath his ribs. Your back is to his chest, his head resting on yours. "He's such a fucking prick. It wasn't your fault, Byeol. Wasn't your fault at all."

He's never met your ex, but he decides there's no one in the world he despises more. Doesn't like violence; would definitely consider it for him.

You shrug. "Feels like it was."

"It wasn't. You didn't deserve that."

"Shit happens."

He hates the way you deflect. Knows you'll never change, but dear lord, does he wish you'd realise that it's okay to struggle.

There's a slight shift in your body, and he knows it means you're done with the hug. Been vulnerable for too long. Wanna get back to the 'normal' version of you.

You're still covered in paint, so Jeongguk tells you as such. You apologise for being such a mess - emotionally and physically.

"S'cool. We both are, Byeol."

He leaves you to get washed up alone. Thinks you could do with a little privacy, and it means he can get his room sorted before your arrival into it.

There's a scowl on his face as he organises the pillows. Can't believe how manipulative your ex had been. How dare he make you think you were imagining things, when it was evident he'd been straying. How dare he make you feel like that.

Jeongguk's no saint. He's done his fair share of fucked up things, but never anything like that. It infuriates him. Makes him want to fucking cry - partially out of frustration, but mainly because of how badly it had affected you.

He thinks of the night before you'd made the birds, and wishes you'd have just gone out with Danbi and Hoseok instead of seeing your ex.

You take your time in the shower. Are sad to wash off the feeling of Jeongguk's embrace, but know that you have to. You'd get too consumed by it otherwise.

He leaves you a spare shirt outside the bathroom door, and tells you to come through to his room when you're ready. Jimin is still out, presumably asleep in some other girl's bed, so Jeongguk doesn't care too much for sneaking you around - not that he has to. You're just friends.

He takes the floor. Doesn't give himself half as many pillows as he gave you the last time. Still leaves his special pillows for you, though.

"Uh-uh," you shake your head as you come into his room to find him already curled up in the pillow pile. "On your bed. I'm on the floor."

He shakes his head right back, defiant. "Too sleepy to argue. Go to bed, Byeol."

You're about to fight back. About to quite physically move him up onto his bed - but the soft sound of paper against pillows distracts you.

"Shit."

Jeongguk sits up. "What is it- Oh. Shit."

You both just stare for a moment. Freeze, like you're in some kind of low-budget action movie. Look at his bed, then look at one another.

Another bird has fallen.

And as Jeongguk assesses from how bloody wonky it is, it's definitely one of yours.

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wzy3ka · 1 year ago

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| Enemies to lovers⋆.ೃ࿔*:･|| N.RK (니키)

Pairing✧.* non idol!niki x reader

Contains✧.* swearing, drinking (for this fic reader and niki are 19)

Context: enemies to lovers ✧.*

Niki got under your skin in a way no one else could. it was like everything he did annoyed you.

Sometimes you just wish If he could shut to be a mute boy rather than been a boy bitch-

That's what you call him.

whenever you went out, there he was, literary a glue on your side-

every time he greeted you, there was some sarcastic remark, or an insult mixed with it. you couldn't stand him.

Tonight was no different than other nights.

you met your friends at the club, instantly greeting them when you walked inside.

you shot niki a glance, not bothering to say hello to him.

The sea of teenagers with imbalanced hormones was everywhere.

You could go like this all night long, feet moving to the crazy beat as they belong to the music.

You moved in your dress like your hips were made to sway, the sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above - launching

every shade of the rainbow.

the night carried on, you and your friends had a blast, taking shots and dancing most of the night.

that was until you finally needed a break, your feet were killing you.

you stumbled over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools, ordering a drink when someone slid into the stool next to you.

you turned your head slightly to see who it was and there was the boy- bitch, also ordering a drink.

you decided to ignore and not engage in conversation with him, not really craving a headache at that moment.

"surprised you came here today."

Niki started up a conversation, something you wanted to prevent.

"fuck off niki." you shot back which only made him chuckle.

"didn't know you hated me that much, y/n.

"Gald you know that now"

"ouch, that one hurt. you could've denied it, save me the heartache?"

"aww, poor baby. i prefer honesty, sorry if you don't."

Niki stayed silent after your comment, his eyes scanning over you. it made you shift, wanting to get up and leave.

you were about to speak up about the way he was obviously looking at you until you heard someone call your name.

You turned your head towards the source of the sound- just to find your friends for a few months, flirting was something you did regularly.

you weren't sure if he liked you or if he was just extremely friendly.

"jungwon! what a nice surprise." you greeted, immediately giving him a smile.

Niki raised a brow at your immediate enthusiasm when you saw jungwon.

he would've rolled his eyes if he was sure no one would've saw him.

"it's nice to see you! you look great."

Niki wasn't sure if he cringed, gagged, or both at Jungwon’s attempt at flirting with you.

it, however, looked like you were enjoying it by the way your smile widened.

"i could say the same fo-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence when a blonde came up and wrapped her arms around jungwon.

"there you are, baby! I was looking for you." she said. baby?

"y/n, right, this is my girlfriend." jungwon introduced you. you had to stop your mouth from dropping at the word girlfriend.

he has a girlfriend.

"oh. oh! it's, uh, great to meet you. you two look adorable together." you complimented,

trying your best not to seem upset.

"don't we?" the blonde said, giving you what seemed to be a fake smile.

"and…and there's someone i want you to meet!" you made up, making jungwon’s head tilt.

"yeah, who?" he asked.

you turned around, eyes meeting Niki's. "this is my boyfriend, Niki!"

Niki stared at you, almost not catching on at first. "Oh! yeah, that's me."

he looked up towards jungwon and his girlfriend, sending them a smile. they shook hands and the blonde just seemed to be relieved.

after introductions, Jungwon was pulled away by his girlfriend which you weren't complaining about.

you felt like an idiot and now, you felt like an even bigger one for bringing him into your lie.

letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in, you chugged down the rest of your drink, cringing at the bitter taste.

when you looked back at niki, a smirk painted his lips-

"so, boyfriend huh?"

you signed while passing hand through your hair, you appeared stressed to Niki, which made himself say the next words-

"hey, you did a great job." he said while walking up to you, before he realized what he had just said- was he comforting you?

"in my defense, that was not supposed to come out."

"Eh, it's fine, pretty boy."

"pretty boy?" he raised a brow at the nickname.

"well. it's only fair that i make you flustered after you did it to me."

"go out with me."

you looked up at him in shock, almost not believing that he really said that to you.

"excuse me?" you blurted, almost giggling at how straight forward that was.

"go out with me"

"to think i thought you were such shy, adorable man-child”

"man-child?" Niki ultimately ignored the shy & adorable part because to some degree, you were correct.

"you heard me."

"you know what I heard first though? shy and adorable so i'm gonna guess that's a yes on that date."

"you sure you deserve it?" tilting your head, you crossed your arms with a slightly challenging tone.

"positive, pretty lady"

Ty for reading,I hope you enjoyed <3

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thesecretsofthedivine · 1 year ago

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Zodiac Playlist 🌠

Aries

mars - sleeping at last

ride - lana del rey

bathroom - montell fish

fun - troye sivan

fireball - pitbull

stayin' alive - bee gees

god save our young blood - børns

anti-hero - taylor swift

talk that talk - rihanna

clumsy - fergie

Taurus

venus - sleeping at last

breakfast at tiffany's - henry mancini

chanel - frank ocean

kiss it off me - cigarettes after sex

snooze - SZA

want u around - omar apollo

habit - still woozy

peach - kevin abstract

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

talk - hozier

Gemini

mercury - sleeping at last

pov - ariana grande

mood ring baby - field medic

glittr - aldn

running wild - g eazy

island in the sun - weezer

japanese posters - rebounder

master of none - beach house

faerie soirée - melanie martinez

ways to go - grouplove

Cancer

moon - sleeping at last

where did the time go - lord huron

ho hey - the lumineers

my love mine all mine - mitski

idle town - conan gray

k. - cigarettes after sex

italo disco - last dinosaurs

glue song - beabadoobee

sea of love - cat power

fourth of july - sufjan stevens

Leo

sun - sleeping at last

dancing queen - abba

let me blow ya mind - eve, gwen stefani

money - cardi b

literal legend - ayesha erotica

kitty kat - megan thee stallion

carmen - lana del rey

my kind of woman - mac demarco

amber - 311

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

Virgo

mercury - sleeping at last

tell me something i don't know - selena gomez

the boat i row - tame impala

girl next door - copperpot

crying in the chapel - elvis presley

iwillbreatheintoyou - bones

down to earth - umi

bambi - clairo

virgo's groove - beyoncé

are you satisfied - marina

Libra

venus - sleeping at last

sweet talk - saint motel

lover - taylor swift

in my head - ariana grande

pink funeral - beach house

fashion - britney manson

normal girl - sza

sit still, look pretty - daya

comfort crowd - conan gray

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Scorpio

mars/pluto - sleeping at last

private - russ

dirty paws - of monsters and men

borderline - tame impala

dead to me - kali uchis

not dead yet - lord huron

i can't handle change - roar

animal - sir chloe

vigilante shit - taylor swift

death - melanie martinez

Sagittarius

jupiter - sleeping at last

here, there and everywhere - the beatles

canyon moon - harry styles

can't sleep - k. flay

sunset chaser - ragamuffs

only if - steve lacy

the balancer's eye - lord huron

youth - troye sivan

cherry bomb - the runaways

bloom later - jesse

Capricorn

saturn - sleeping at last

living on my own - freddie mercury

princess diana - ice spice

high stakes - bryson tiller

therefore i am - billie eilish

successful - ariana grande

i wouldn't ask you - clairo

radio - lana del rey

vienna - billy joel

mastermind - taylor swift

Aquarius

uranus/saturn - sleeping at last

you don't own me - saygrace

better friends - between friends

night fever - bee gees

mortal projections - djo

transparent soul - willow

she moves in her own way - the kooks

dare - gorillaz

hits different - taylor swift

arabella - arctic monkeys

Pisces

jupiter/neptune - sleeping at last

love my way - the psychedelic furs

technicolor beat - oh wonder

made for love - concorde

ivy - frank ocean

my song - labi siffre

ultimately - khai dreams

bella luna - babe rainbow

ride - wave to earth

fishtail - lana del rey

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tinyidle · 1 year ago

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OK OK JUST HEAR ME OUT:

Gp Ceo Shuhua going to a strip club to get rid of stress and she sees stripper reader and takes her to a private room,ill let your imagination decide what happens next ;)))

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WARNING: smut, mentions of a lapdance/private dance, striptease (but not from the dancer), kissing and groping, small mentions of masturbation, cowgirl, unprotected sex, messy creampie, a bit of a rushed orgasm, dom!shuhua, domanitrix shuhua, b!gd¡ck shuhua, sub! reader, fem reader, needy reader, all fiction ofc

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being a ceo for Queencard Enterprises is not easy at all. in fact, it was extremely draining. all shuhua wanted to do was relax and have some fun for once. and so, after three long months of leading and marketing and stressing and barely getting any sleep, she finally got that chance.

the strip club, famously known as Club Nxdix, is one of the most high-end hangout spots in seoul, and only the richest of the rich could even get a wiff of the place. it would be a lie to say that shuhua's been saving for this moment, since she used to frequent the area often. she just wanted to relax here again after so long not being able to.

her silky soulful blue dress looked just as shiny as ther disco ball in the dim lighting of the club, as for a second all the millionaire sleaze bags turned their gaze towards her. it was until she gave each man a dominant glare that they remembered who she was, quickly turning their lustful eyes back to the strippers in fear of shuhua wrapping their ties around their necks.

she took her seat in the spot she used to always take, ordering her old usual drink. looking at the performers, she spotted you in this sunning mermaid performance outfit. the rainbow-pink-to-blue coloring adorning your barely covered breasts and crotch looked stunning on you, and the incredible tricks you performed on the pole caught everyone's eye. but what got her the most was the way you performed. it was like you were seducing her to take you right then and there, and she was going to get you.

once you finished your dancing bit and was on the way to ask the men if they'd pay for a private dance, you heard someone quickly interject.

"i'll have that private dance with you," she spoke out. you saw the man you were about to ask starting to protest, which was immediately shut down from the woman's death look. she then turned back to your gaze, spitting out a price tag for the dance that had all the men around you gasp.

liking her attitude, you smirked and nodded. "okay," you obliged. "to room 202".

the room was huge and was definitely for those who paid a hefty sum for the dancer, and shuhua was that person. bills upon bills of constant hundreds were being poured on your body as you seductively swayed your hips to the invisble beat of the outside music, as shuhua suggested you to dance to beat of your own rhythm. when you were about to finish your performance, you were stopped by the woman's hands on your leg.

"um," you chuckeled nervously, even though you didn't mind at all. "customers aren't allowed to touch performers."

they woman smiled to herself, laughing a little before replying to you. "baby, im no ordinary 'customer'," she repeated in air quotes. "i come here all the time, your boss knows me, the older strippers here know me. hell, the shitbags they call rich men out there know me. im yeh shuhua, so i get what and who i want." her hand that rested on your leg traveled up your thigh, lightly gripping it. making you gasp. "and i want you."

to say you were turned on would be the biggest understatement known to mankind. you wanted her, needed her. she gave you more confidence and sense of security more than any other man or woman you've ever been with in and out he club. just as you were about to melt in her touch, shuhua let go of your thigh.

"that is, if you want me to take you."

you desperately wanted to beg for her touch, but you didn't to look as needy as your now soiled panties were feeling.

"see, i have wanted to relieve myself of stress from working so, damn hard," shuhua slurred, slipping her dress off, revealing her braless breasts covered with nipple covers. her thong was the same color as her skin tone, the tease. she wanted to fuck all along, you thought.

"and nothing would feel better than to have a sexy performer help relieve me of my aching back, or aching nipples." she careful popped off the nipple covers, her hard buds on display for you to see before taking off the last of her bottoms. her cock was long and thick, something you haven't seen in a while. you couldn't take it anymore, deciding to join her naked figure on the couch and kneel next to her, waiting for her to tell you what to do next.

shuhua laughed at your current state right next to her, your guard completely let down. "i told you i always get what and who i want," her voice laced with poisonous vixenry. "now, my lovely pet, what do you want?"

you set your head down as your eyes turned up, becoming completely submissive for the woman. "i want to please you, mistress."

her eyes quirked up at the name. "mistress? i like the sound of that." and with that, shuhua guided your lips to her own, kissing with ravenous hunger as her hands were busy toying with your body. you gasped and hummed as your nipples and ass were constantly getting pinched and smacked, the connection between your mouths being a mixture of messiness.

when you two finally detached from each other, shuhua leaned back on the couch and wrapped her hand around herself, stroking it lazily. "do you want to wet my dick with your mouth or that pussy of yours?"

instead of answering, you raised you leg over her hips and squatted down to take her length whole. the stretch felt incredible, and if not for you playing with yourself the other day you wouldnt've been able to handle it. but you did, and shuhua was mesmerized by how tight yet perfect you were around her.

"mm, shit-" you moaned out, her hardness twitching inside you. gosh, she felt amazing.

"wow baby, you feel fucking amazing." she groaned out, her hands connecting with your hips almost instantly. "i wonder how many men have fucked you like this before me." you blushed and looked away shyly, causing shuhua to smile.

she suddenly slapped your ass, making you yelp. "come on, pet. fuck mistress's cock. make her feel good."

with all the strength you could muster, you rolled your hips forwards and backwards on the woman below, getting more turend on with her words of encouragement. soon your rolling turned to full-on bouncing, feeling yourself getting close to cumming on the spot.

shuhua threw her head back, moaning and gasping loudly as she was getting closer and closer to cumming herself. "im gonna cum," she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips moving faster. "fuck, stay still." you were pulled forward as she pistoned her hips in and out of your sopping cunt, with you alomst crying as your orgasm rushed out of you like a gush of wind.

when you felt her thrusts inside you finally stop, you looked down at shuhua, feeling the pearly fluid flow from her cock slowly trickle down your thigh. "did i do good?" you asked shyly.

shuhua nodded. "oh god yes, pet. that was absolutely amazing." she wiped the sweat from her forehead and set her head on the couch, watching you pant on top of her with the remnants of her cum on your thighs. you were starting to feel woozy, trying to catch your breath after such a powerful release. "well, baby, it looks like you're coming home with me tonight."

you sat up and clung onto shuhua, letting the sensations sink in as she ran her fingers through your hair.

#tinyidle's 💌 anon #hear me out #gidle smut #shuhua smut

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ratsoh-writes · 9 months ago

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What can you tell us about the Grillbys? Grillbies?

Besides that fell Grillby is related to his Fell Sans

Here’s all my grillbies in “play”!

Grillby:

the og flame man himself! Grillby is an older flame elemental aged 477 and is from undertale. He stands at 6 feet and has a pretty reddish orange flame.

Grillby is a monster of few words. He’s not shy, just not the talkative type. He does have a lovely laugh though. He’s a bit of a snoop and uses his very impressive poker face to act like he isn’t listening in on his customers conversations lol. If you need good gossip, grillby probably knows all about it already ;)

He owns the bar, grillbys that now has two locations! The main one is in the heart of new ebott of course, and the second is a slightly more classy version in Steeler! While he’s technically the owner, grillby still serves as the bartender in the ebott city location.

Grillby is in fact soulbonded to his handsome soulmate Frosty, a pale blue water elemental. They have a single child together who’s well into her adult years now.

Things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Felby:

An older flame elemental from underfell, fellby has a purple flame aged exactly 500 this year. He stands at 6’5

Felby is a very grumpy hissy monster. He’s the perfect picture of “get off my lawn!!”. He’s unusually solitary for a monster, prizing his peace. While he is charming when he flirts, he never seems to keep relationships for long. This fact doesn’t seem to bother him though.

Felby had an illegal moonshine bar before the crash, and afterwards, using those skills of his in making unnecessarily strong drinks, he had a fake license made and now runs Fireball, a club only for those wanting to get absolutely wasted. It’s located in Steeler city.

Fellby never soulbonded, but he did have a string of lovers over the years, one of which resulted jn two sons, red and edge. They were a poorly planned attempt by their father(gaster, who carried) to get Felby to commit. Obviously it didn’t work and he doesn’t have any contact with his kids even now

Things he loves: alcohol, hook ups, rap music, leather clothes and furniture, the ocean

Spinby:

Spinby is a middle aged flame elemental, aged 388, from underswap! He has a pale yellow flame and stands at 5’9

Spinby is… he’s something that’s for sure. This guy is totally nuts. Combine a hippie, a circus performer and a child who just drank a 5 hour energy and you have Spinby! He’s incredibly creative and even more bouncy. And he dresses like a walking rainbow lol

Spinby owns an adorable milkshake and donut cafe in mettaland! The whole building is all rainbow pastels and he’s famous for his candy inspired shake flavors! The place is called sugar-spinner!

Spinby has the worst luck with love, but he hasn’t given up on it yet! He’s had a string of brief romances over the years, most of his partners being turned off by his constant cheer. He has an amazing friend group though that keep him down to earth and from getting too lonely

Things he loves: candies, cakes and shakes!, tie dye clothing, disco, bright colors, romance movies

Steallby:

Steallby (and yes that’s his actual name) is a dark blue flame elemental from swapfell. He’s older, aged 490 and stands at 5’10

Steallby is a very anxious monster. He’s quiet around strangers and does his best to blend in with the background, but with friends he’s a bubbly chatty monster. While he can play the nasty aggressive fell monster, he’s really just a shy baby. He’s a sweetie if one gets to know him

Steallby owns a small hole in the wall restaurant specializing in soup and bread! He calls it Soul food, and it’s located in the slums of new ebott

He had used the crash to escape his abusive ex-soulmate the water elemental sickle. He even managed to break the bond before his ex could find him. These days, Steallby has been slowly coming out of his shell and learning to enjoy life again.

Things he loves: fresh baked bread, stainless steal cooking wares, bird feeders, winter foods, snow, soft spoken people

Grills:

Horrortale grillby, he’s ten years older than his counterpart, 487 and stands at 7’1. His flame is slight dulled these days, but is still the same reddish orange

Grills is even quieter than grillby if that’s possible, and somehow is even nosier lol. He’s stopped caring about acting dignified and is quite obvious when he’s eavesdropping. He’s a gentle sort of personality, and despite his scary appearance, many consider him soothing to be around

Grills was hired by grillby when leaving the institution healing the horror monsters after the crash. He works weekends as the bartender on grillbys days off

Grills was extremely lucky to survive the famine with his mate frost (previously known as frosty). They enjoy a slower life together, loving the peace of the surface

Things he loves: any food, his soulmate frost, reality tv, comedy shows, card games

Chillby:

Chillby is a baby blue flamed fire elemental from outertale! She is aged 436 and is 6’2 feet tall

Chillby is a sweet and playful monster who seems to just ooze curiosity. She’s an experimentalist and is all about those new life experiences. She prizes variety and adventure above all else

Chillby is a rather famous food critic in ebott. She’s a great writer with a sensational flair to her reviews, and her good media presence means that cafes and restaurants are actually excited to see her.

Chillby is happily soulbonded to icee and whooly, a grey water elemental and a white earth elemental. The triad all work remotely so they plan all their travels together!

Things she loves: sweet foods, airplanes, zip lines, hiking and her soulmates of course

Farbon:

Farbon is a large flame elemental from drakefell. He has a deep burgundy flame and his natural body shape includes two large flaming dragons wings, although most of the time he concentrates on keeping them in since they always get in the way. He’s aged 501 and stands at 6’8

Farbon is a stoic and dutiful character. He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor but is kind enough to pity laugh even if he doesn’t get the joke lol. He’s also oblivious as hell and will not know if you flirt with him.

He works as a blacksmith, focusing more on precious metals and small dainty creations instead of the more large hardy creations of other drakefell monsters. He’s commissioned pretty often by Ollivander to make decor for his banks.

Farbon against all odds somehow was seduced wedded and bedded by chilbell, a drakeswap water elemental. Chill bell (or chillie as he likes to be called) took one look at Farbon, spent weeks flirting trying to catch his attention, and finally had a breakdown in where he yelled at Farbon for being dumb as a brick, kissed him and asked him on a date all in the same breath. The rest is history and the two are happily soulbonded and have their first child, a toddler flame elemental, together

Things he loves: gold and silver, his soulmate, pretty metal trinkets, spring flowers, potatoes

Dolby:

Dolby is a yellowish orange flame elemental from theatretale. He stands at a shorter 5’6 for an elemental and is aged 399.

Dolby is not one for noise or theatre despite the au he’s from. Instead he’s a man of the written arts. It makes him considered unusual to his fellow theatre monsters, but outside of that au, he’s seen as a rather chill and average guy. He’s a normally quiet monster with a talent for telling jokes at the best time. You never know when he will speak, but when he does it’s hilariously amazing.

Dolby owns a simple cafe in Steeler called cup o’ coal. Its main seller is coffee of course but it also does sandwiches. The cafe is pretty popular with artists and writers because of the book clubs Dolby likes to host there, and the very comfy seating areas

Dolbys soulmate, treble, is a tan earth elemental with a gorgeous deep husky voice. Their childhood sweethearts and trebles voice is the only one that Dolby considers more beautiful than his novels and poetry. They had a child together as well (now an adult himself) and he’s the only “grillby” child to not be another flame elemental. The kid is a handsome grey earth elemental

Things he loves: his soulmate, poetry, coffee, whipped cream, tragedy novels

Phoenix:

Birdfell grillby, he’s a crimson red flame elemental with a massive flaming red pair of wings resembling an albatross! He’s a young 202 and stands at 6’7. He’s bloody gorgeous by monster standards

Phoenix’s wings aren’t the only big thing he has ;). His ego is massive. Being treated like a prince because of his looks has definitely creeped into his personality. Thankfully he’s a sweetie at his core, and while he can come across as big headed and condescending at times, he’s also very generous and friendly with every one around him.

Phoenix is one of ebotts top models. He’s in every years swimsuit edition despite not being a water type monster, and he’s especially famous for this one photo shoot advertising mellow marts new type of cheese by posing on a fur rug and pouring the melted cheese all over his… actually that’s not important. The pictures are a collectors item now though since they’ve been retracted.

Phoenix is surrounded by suitors, but he’s never had eyes for any of them. Or anyone for that matter. He’s just never had an interest in romance. He does adore making friends and keeps the ones that stick around close to his chest.

Things he loves: cheese, showing off his beautiful body, photo shoots, pedicures and manicures, photo shoots with babies and baby animals for those sexy calendars of hot men holding adorable things.

Kelby:

Kelby is a fierce golden flame elemental from fellswap gold. She is aged 477 and stands at 6’6

Kelby is fierce, stern and magnetic to those around her. She’s a monster many look up to and idolize. And she really is all that. She’s an incredibly talented individual who can back her confidence up. Don’t cross her though, her temper burns hot.

She’s the owner and head chef of a prestigious seafood restaurant in Steeler. Her place is a favorite of the royal, Empress and for good reason. Everything tastes heavenly. She runs her kitchen with an iron fist

Kelby always prized her career first, and prided herself as one of the few gold monsters in high society who got there on pure talent. No blackmail needed, a true feat really, so she never had time for romance. She is open to a partner these days though

Things she loves: seafood and meats in general, ballet, weightlifting, champagne and pretty scarves

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #worldbuilding #undertale #swapfell #underswap #underfell #horrortale #outertale #birdfell #fellswap gold #drakefell #theatretale

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rebelspykatie · 2 years ago

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Rushin' through me like a fire - A Steddie Club AU

It was probably a bad idea to come here without Robin. The only time he’s ever stepped foot through those doors is with her by his side. Hellfire has become their local hangout, where they go after a long day at work, where they go to celebrate after they’ve accomplished something big, where they go to unwind when they need a break from reality. The music’s loud, the drinks are strong, and the crowd is uninhibited and unabashedly gay. Not many places like it in this corner of the world, but it’s a local haven.

Robin dragged him here during their first year of teaching, both of them needing a break from the monotony and the long unpaid hours of overtime they put in making lesson plans and grading papers. Normally, they come for drinks and dancing, just the two of them. It’s their special thing, as if they weren’t already attached at the hip and living in each other’s pockets.

The space itself is nothing too fancy, just a large room with dark walls. But the owner, whoever they are, has really turned this place into something spectacular. Behind the bar, there’s a display of bottles made to look like flames, all orange and red colored glass set at varying heights backlight by matching twinkling lights. The walls are lined with white neon lighting, running along both the top and bottom of the perimeter of the building. Framed posters from a lot of bands Steve’s never heard of cover the walls, mixed with motifs of flames and more neon lights in the shape of bats and guitars.

Most of the room is a dance floor, with a DJ up on a raised platform against one wall. The opposite wall is entirely taken up by the bar, always with at least three bartenders in rotation. Disco balls and rainbow flags hang from the ceiling, welcoming anyone to this sacred space.

On a typical night, Steve and Robin would wander over to the bar first and grab a drink before heading to the dance floor until they’re both sweaty and just tipsy enough to forget their problems. Tonight, Steve feels out of place for the first time. He wasn’t going to come, but Robin has started seeing someone, leaving him alone more nights than he’s used to, their house too quiet without her incessant rambling.

Steve decided tonight he was going to do something different. Get out of this funk he’s been in. He might also be lonelier than he wants to admit. He gave up on dating a while back, nobody really sparking any kind of intense passion, or only wanting him for his looks. His life is already busy enough without mediocre dates that go nowhere except to his bedroom. Except now that Robin’s preoccupied, he’s realizing that maybe his life isn’t as busy as he thought.

So here he is, alone, at their favorite bar, sipping a drink on a bar stool, hoping it’ll give him some liquid courage to go out on the dance floor by himself. When an ABBA song comes on, it feels like a sign from the universe. He reluctantly pushes himself away from the bar, draining the last of his drink before scanning the crowd and locking onto a handsome taller man who appears to also be alone. Slinking his way through the crowd, he catches the man’s eye and nods a head towards the dance floor, an open invitation.

When the man joins him, hands slipping around Steve’s waist as Steve’s slide across his shoulders, it feels like a victory. This guy is really attractive, like surface of the sun hot. He’s got short cropped black hair and a long torso that Steve can see through the tank top that he has practically painted onto his skin, showing every ripple of abs contracting while they dance. His arms aren’t huge, but they are muscular enough that Steve wants to grip them in his hands or see how they bulge if this guy lifted him up.

As the song ends, Steve gestures towards the bar, a silent question to join him. The guy seems to agree, eyeing Steve up and down with a look that makes his skin buzz. The attention is unfamiliar to him now, too long out of the dating game. Sure, he’s used to eyes following him around a room, he’s not completely unaware of how he looks. But, up close and prolonged contact with someone that looks like they want to slam him against a wall and bite down on his flesh is a distant memory.

Robin’s favorite bartender, and current girlfriend, is missing from behind the bar. Chrissy had pulled Robin away for a movie night, hence Steve’s current situation. Instead, Gareth comes over to refill Steve’s normal drink and grab something for his companion. He gives Steve an approving little smirk before he turns away to deal with other customers. As a regular, all of the bartenders know Robin and Steve, have their drink of choice memorized. It’s nice to have the familiarity, but there’s a prickle of self consciousness at Gareth judging who Steve might potentially take home at night.

He tries not to let that get in the way of chatting up this stranger, who Steve quickly finds out is named Austin. It’s barely been ten minutes before Austin is leaning into his space and mouthing at his neck, cutting off Steve’s current train of thought. It shocks him so much that he pushes Austin’s shoulder to make him back up.

“What the fuck, man?” Austin says, giving him a dirty look. “I thought you were into this.”

“We barely even know each other,” Steve points out, waving a hand between them like he’s the only one to realize they don’t even know each other’s last names.

“You’re hot. I don’t need to know anything else.” A quick sweeping glance that makes his skin crawl.

Steve shuts down at that all too familiar feeling of being used. This guy doesn’t care about who Steve is, he just wants what everyone else he’s ever slept with wants, his body.

#realizing i never posted this here #so here we go #originally posted on twitter #literally weeks ago my bad #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #katie writes #just trust my process on this one ok

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angstea · 3 months ago

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stubborn hearted blue

Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood

Ship: 15Andy

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: The Doctor drags Andy out on a maybe-date that gets cut short

AN: The Doctor and Andy are both autistic

It's up to you whether or not Andy has synesthesia. I mainly just used it to influence my narration

Title is from Disco by Surf Curse

Written for Auctober Day 23: Synesthesia (when senses cross over, like seeing music or tasting colours. It's more common in autistics than allistics)

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Sickly green nausea swirled in Andy's stomach as he sipped his lemonade, watching the crowd on the dance floor.

Well, he wasn't really watching the crowd. He was keeping an eye out for the Doctor. Their burning presence was usually hard to miss but the neon rainbow of the club blurred them out.

Or maybe they just hadn't showed up. Maybe they just left Andy to sit in the corner of the club like an idiot, waiting for them until he got the message and gave up.

The nausea doubled and pushed up into his throat. He hadn't been this nervous in years. He took another sip of his lemonade, careful not to spill it because his hands were shaking. It tasted sharp and sour.

The Doctor had never let him down before, why would he imagine this to be any different. Maybe because this is the first time it clicked that this was a date. Well, it felt like one at least. Sure, friends went out all the time but something about the affection ringing in his ear when the Doctor asked over the phone had his head spinning with giddy rose-tinted glee.

"Andy!!"

Andy barely had time to respond to the Doctor's shout before he was enveloped in a hug. He narrowly avoided spilling his lemonade.

"Hiya, Doc." he smiled anxiously as the Doctor let him go. They didn't return it, their expression morosely blue. He already missed their blinding joy.

"You're nervous, honey." their eyes seemed to look right through Andy. He chuckled softly, drumming his fingers on the glass.

"You got me. Not really my sort of thing, this." he gestured vaguely to the surrounding chaos of the club. He didn't really go out much in his off time to begin with and even when he did, he preferred much calmer environments. This reminded him of breaking up drunken bar fights on an unfortunate Saturday night when he reluctantly picked up a late shift.

The Doctor smiled kindly. Andy knew it wasn't the intent but he couldn't help but feel a little patronised.

"I'll make sure you have a good time, babes. We can leave whenever."

Relief flooded through him at those four words. All day, he'd been dreading having to sit through the angry red haze of noise and people, smile fixed to his face and sipping fizzy drinks that stabbed at his throat before he finally broke and ordered something alcoholic and bitter to stop the judgmental looks.

The Doctor's soft smile broke into a bright golden grin and they took Andy's hand.

"Come and dance with me?"

The night was shaping up to end prematurely. Andy slumped into a chair, head spinning. He had written off the nausea as nerves and firmly decided to ignore it but it had been determined to make itself known until he started gagging, prompting the Doctor to guide him to sit down before scurrying off to grab him some water.

It wasn't like Andy had been drinking or anything, he'd been sipping on soft beverages (unlike the Doctor, though they seemed miraculously unaffected). He wasn't a fan of the idea of getting intoxicated, he'd seen enough people drunk for the idea to send white hot shame rocketing through his nervous system.

No, there was something else, he was sure of it. He just hoped he wasn't coming down with something.

A glass of water was shoved into his hands and the Doctor slid into the seat next to him, hand on his shoulder. The contact wasn't doing much, Andy got the sense they just wanted to stay close.

"How you feeling, honey?" they asked, honey toned concern flowing from their words. Andy tried to shake the looming grey fog from his mind, unable to think clearly.

"Terrible. Haven't felt this bad since my first time getting pissed." he laughed a little despite himself, though that just pulled a few harsh coughs from his lungs. He gulped down a little water, it was freezing.

"I'll get you home."

Andy nodded gratefully. "Home."

The Doctor pulled him to his feet, arm wrapped around Andy's waist to support him. He felt unsteady on his feet and a little dizzy, good thing the Doctor was strong. They were probably strong. Andy hadn't noticed. Allegedly. The fact that his face felt warm had absolutely nothing to do with the Doctor and everything to do with the stifling environment in the club.

Cool blue night air filled Andy's lungs and the sickness in his stomach lessened minutely. The TARDIS stood in an alley across the road. At least he didn't have to walk home.

#fanfic #auctober #fan fiction #auctober2024 #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #the doctor #torchwood #autistic doctor #torchwood fanfic #fifteenth doctor #andy davidson #autistic andy davidson #15andy

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bou-vie · 9 months ago

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Matthias and Tony, Rainbow Disco Club

Inatori, Higashiizu, Kamo District, Shizuoka, Japan, April 2024

#canon #point and shoot #35mm #Kodak Gold 200 #Shizuoka #Japan #Rainbow Disco Club #music festival #friends

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flyertemplates · 8 months ago

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Pride Flyer Template is very modern psd flyer that will be the perfect invitation for your Night Club event or party! All elements are in individual layers and the text is fully editable!

2 PSD files – 4”x4” with 0.25” bleed + 1080×1080 Rgb Social media ready

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rivetgoth · 5 months ago

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Last night we caught up with some close friends we haven’t seen in a bit and got dinner before driving out to West Hollywood. Tbh despite being elgeebeeteeplus I actually have not spent THAT much time in WeHo because it’s like. More normie in terms of club atmosphere and music and stuff so if I’m going out I prioritize goth nights and industrial techno afters etc, but man, it’s so unbelievably cool that LA has a whole gay district, like pride flags on or inside every building, people at all hours of the day in club clothes walking the street, music blasting from every street corner, and the whole road lit up in rainbow lights. We didn’t have any particular plan so we wandered into this pole dancing club where there were these like absolutely crazy talented performers fucking defying gravity and this super charismatic host and really beautiful drag queen beckoning people in and the whole atmosphere felt so glamorous with dark purple lighting and dozens of disco balls hanging from the ceiling. After that we went into one of the big really well known gay clubs that has a little cafe attached that’s open during club hours and got cheesecake and sat there in the club eating cheesecake LOL, they were playing EDM remixes of pop songs and they played “Call Me Maybe” which is a reminder that at all times you’re only 1-2 degrees of separation from Skinny Puppy 🖤 Anyway, it was just a really nice cute night, and to be honest it was such a reminder of how genuinely lucky I feel to live in the time and place that I do and be able to walk down a street, normie or not, entirely made by and for gay people, where gay and trans people are freely going out and partying and meeting up and hooking up. And on just some random Thursday no less!! It’s so cool.

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franki-lew-yo · 6 months ago

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-Ranking Neopets by Design and Colors-

My sister and I are in a nostalgia kick over neopets and I've decided to do some design geeking and talk about neopet creature design.

Like I am with Pokemon I prefer my Neopets looking definitevely neo-ish, so less like just any old animal you can find in the real world. Keep that in mind as I separate these by both objective opionion ("that's a well designed neopet") vs my personal preferences ("zomg that's MY FAVORITE neopet"). Know that I'm trying to take into account the:

overall design with the basic paintbrush colors

paintbrush creativity

Unconverted vs converted art and how the likability changes therein because of the character that crosses over from the art (I personally dgaf about unconverted art. I think the stock-look for the pets is fine as it is it just sucks to loose what was such cute art for the paintbrushes)

customability

a final note: I've never played neopets for myself. I don't have time to take care of a virtual pet, let alone 4 or more now that I'm an adult. While I'd like to have a neofamily and work hard for the money for them I kind of would really prefer a job first.

All of these preferences come from watching my sister play the game and my own fondness for the pets as toys and as comics over the years.

Format for this post

[neo-species name] [objective opinion/10] | [personal interest/10]

>detailing why and what I like about said pet, personal stories ect.<

Paintbrushes of choice:

[will pick anywhere from 3, 5, or 10 specific colors the neopet looks best in. If it's highlighted = fav colors for them.]

Acaras 6/10 | 4/10

Properly monsterish, though I kind of hate it's feet ngl. Monkeycatrodent thing is alright in my book. I would never have guessed they like to swim or that their horns are bendable. Overall servicably neopet-ish.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Pirate, Halloween, Toy, Pastel, Mutant, Purple, Maraquan, Steampunk, Disco and Royal Boy

Aisha 9/10 | 6/10

One of the most iconic neopet-neopets you could have. Cat-like but not exactly a cat with antenna things. I hated when TNT felt the need to have Aisha characters open their eyes in the comics. Ew.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Shadow, Pastel, Oil Paint, Disco, Cloud, Baby, Candy, Alien, Halloween and Wraith

Bloomaroos 10/10 | 8/10

Perfect realization of a real life animal as a neopet, ESPECIALLY when it stood on it's tail! Delightfully simple, cute and sweet looking. I love Bloomaroos. Certified best bois.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Baby, Christmas, Pirate, Cloud, Mutant, Rainbow, Polkadot, Plushie, Maraquan and Robot

Boris 10/10 | 7/10

You're gonna learn quickly that my favorite neopets are ones that are never unique to one kind of animal but also not just a hybrid. Bori is sufficently armadillo, pangolin and fox like enough all at once. Beautiful wonderbread. Can never get enough of em.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Pastel, Relic, Speckled, Plushie, Halloween, Rainbow, Baby, Fairie, Toy and Woodland.

Bruces 5/10 | 5/10

Literally just a penguin with a bow (yes I know it was og a joke on a real life person). Kinda pointless once Club Penguin was a thing. Sweet but not my fav.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Ice, Darigan, Fairie, Disco, Pastel, Plushie, Halloween, Tyrannian, and Royal Boy and Girl

Buzzes 10/10 | 6/10

Never a big fan of bugs, but I actually like how unique of a bug-creature Buzz is so up it goes. Dragonfly with dragon features never fail!

Paintbrushes of choice:

Camo, Plushie, Fairie, Pastel, Woodland, Baby, Maraquan, Royal Boy, Electric and Skunk

Chias 7/10 | 2/10

Bleh. I don't care for the pets that are just blobs with legs. Also there was that one flashgame where a chia ate innocent petpets so I've always kind of hated it.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Maraquan, Chili Pepper, Disco, Purple and Mutant

Chombys 7/10 | 6/10

Cute dinosaur, but also, just a dinosaur. Not much to say.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Woodland, Tyrannian, Baby, Camouflage, Pink, Royal Boy and Girl, Maraquan, Desert, and Candy.

Cybunnys 3/10 | 8/10

For all I love rabbits, Cybunny's kind of just a rabbit when you get right down to it. An absolutely ADORABLE rabbit, but still. Also it's basic color options are limiting like Usul. Not worth the limited edition in my eyes, but definitely a good solid neopet.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Draik 5/10 | 6/10

kEYUUUte dragon...but, like Cybunny, also just a dragon. Again, drawn very cute. Feels kind of out of place compared to the other Neopets dragons too based on gargoyles, I guess.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Elephantes 7/10 | 7/10

It's hard to mess up an elephant and it's "less is more" here. Personally I think it's new sprite is a VAST improvement compared to it's old one. I hated it's creepy grin growing up. Elephante is a cutesy elephant with a bunny tail and teeny tiny wings that's sitting down in the old art. How can you POSSIBLY ruin that gorgeous art with a nasty toothy grin?

Paintbrushes of choice:

Cloud, Pastel, Mosaic, Fairie, Maraquan, Relic, Tyrannian, Plushie and Royal boy and girl.

Eyries 8/10 | 10/10

Despite it kind of just being a griffon, Eyrie looks pretty sweet. Good use of bird and cat elements rather than just a mish-mash. A regal neopet, like every kid wants when they're smol.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Flotsams 5/10 | 6/10

Not a huge fan of evil/notevil species variants. Apparently it's more of a fish than it is a dolphin which knocks it down a few points as I always wanted it and Jetsam to be dolphins.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Royal Boy and Girl, Pastel, Oil Paint, Woodland, Baby, Halloween, Robot, Plushie and Silver

Gelerts 7/10 | 6/10

Despite just being a dog with long ears and tail something just works about Gelert. If you have to have just a regular animal best make it unique like that.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Toy, Baby, Mutant, Speckled, Candy, Maraquan, Spotted, Wraith, Steampunk and Woodland

Gnorbus 8/10 | 10/10

Funny enough I actually dislike llamas, but Gnorbu is best boi. These guys don't have a threatening bone in their bodies. I just think they're neat. It works as far being both obviously based on a llama/alpaca but still it's own creature. It also looks really good in the new art, better than it did before.

I WANT A GNORBU PLUSHIE SO BAAAAAD!!!

Paintbrushes of choice:

Grarrl 5/10 | 7/10

That's a t-rex alright. I like how friendly they make it in modern day, I guess.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Fairie, Disco, Royal boy and girl, Christmas (unclothed), Toy, Halloween (unclothed), Valentine, Camouflage and Darigan

Grundo 10/10 | 7/10

Neato. Unique but basic alien. Good job. Wish I had more to say. Oh, I guess also when you learn of Neopets' scientology roots they're a little uncomfortable.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Robot, Mutant, Fairie, Royal boy and girl, Plushie, Steampunk, Speckled, Woodland and Glowing

Hissi 5/10 | 6/10

Where I liked it back in the day, I kinda think Hissi now is just "snake with wings". Which like...cool but not that cool. Sorry to be so salty, Hissi.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Plushie, Fairie, Christmas, Halloween, Spotted, Baby, Dimensional, Maraquan, Pastel and Desert

Ixi 6/10 | 9/10

Ixi is drawn very oddly for a goat tbh (it's apparently both a goat and a deer??), but at least it's a cute goat and nicely stylized. Perfectly solid goat-pet.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Jetsam 6/10 | 5/10

Same as Flotsam. Shark man. Pet of the edgy kid who lives down the street who bullies girls he likes because he doesn't know how to show affection.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Baby, Camouflage, Relic, Fairie, Woodland, Pastel, Royal Girl, Electric, Toy and Pirate

Jubjub 9/10 | 3/10

Cuter than a Kiko and Chia but still kind of icky. Idk.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Purple, Baby, Marble, Chocolate and Wraith

Kacheek 10/10 | 10/10

Perfect neopet. Chibi and cute and innocent looking. Great example of a "not specific to any one kind of animal"-design, and perfect complimentary design to Xweetok in terms of early vs later design.

Paintbrushes of Choice:

Pastel, Ghost, Cloud, Valentine, Mutant, Plushie, Disco, Baby, Toy and Relic

Kau 4/10 | 9/10

While that is indeed a VERY cute cow, it is still just kind of...a cow. L for creativity. Otherwise, beautiful cow.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Kiko 8/10 | 1/10

Ew. Sorry Kiko. You can really tell it's one of those early designs. Wholey unappealing to me.

Best paintbrushes:

Halloween, Maraquan and Speckled

Koi 6/10 | 3/10

Freddy Fish. I got nothing else other than I think it looks stupid when it's got it's fists up.

Best paintbrushes:

Rainbow, Disco, Woodland, Pastel and Spotted.

Korbat 6/10 | 9/10

In fantasy-stories and fantasy stories ONLY do I accept long-tailed bats, so good on Korbat for beating the odds and also just being a neopet I've always wanted as a plushie. DARLING fantasybat~

Paintbrushes of Choice:

Kougra 6/10 | 9/10

Like Ixi, Kougra isn't really that stellar as it's JUST a tiger (though they also try to make it over kinds of big cats, which is smart), but they do so much with it and make it very appealing. Also Fairie Kougra was and will always be GORGEOUS.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Fairie, Baby, Island, Desert, Spotted, Christmas, Steampunk, and Royal Boy and Girl.

Krawk 6/10 | 8/10

Cute croc with a cute haircut. I wish I had more to say but I don't. Very fun to draw!

Paintbrushes of choice:

Island, Shadow, Baby, Fairie, Camouflage, Royal Boy and Girl, Christmas, Speckled and Pirate

Kyrii 10/10 | 6/10

Undecided jerk-a$$ rodent wins high for me. You wanna pet it and make it mad. I just found out it's supposed to be a weasel which bumps it up. Still, would never be my first choice.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Pastel, Steampunk, Royal boy and girl, Stealthy, Plushie, Fairie, Skunk, Fire and Halloween

Lenny 7/10 | 7/10

Pretty storkbird but still just kind of a stork. Needs some work. Luckily it has some lovely design touches with it's paintbrushes.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Lupe 7/10 | 5/10

Wolf. It's face-fur always annoyed me. Also it's so overrated by TNT.

Paintbrushes of choice:

White, Royal girl and boy, Mutant, Baby, Darigan, Maraquan, Spotted, Relic, Candy and Christmas

Lutari 7/10 | 5/10

Despite it being a mustelid Lutari just doesn't pass my test. Needs a little more "something" to it's final look. Props to my sister's childhood friend who called it "The Icecream Weasel" before the entire pet was available to create.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Island (undressed), Rainbow, White and Royal boy and girl (undressed).

Meerca 9/10 | 5/10

Manic ball-rodent. Actually looks pretty neat monster-wise though I again I personally wouldn't choose it as my own.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Candy, Fairy, Halloween, Plushie and Toy.

Moehog 7/10 | 10/10

I miss Moehog's old derpy look, but no matter what I love it so much. So delightfully fugly. I could love it up all day. I wish they made more plushies of it back in the Limited Too years.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Myncis 5/10 | 4/10

Potat monkey is cute, but still a monkey. Not my fav.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Halloween, Pastel, Polkadot, Skunk and Toy (with symbols).

Nimmos 4/10 | 1/10

I don't know what about Nimmo I dislike so much but I just dislike it. It looks and feels creepy to me for some reason. I dislike skinny frogs in general. Frogs aren't skinny. They foldy and slim sometimes, not skinny like newts or salamanders are. Icky neopet. Hate it.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Baby, Wraith and Darigan.

Ogrins 9/10 | 5/10

I'm very split on Ogrin. For some reason or another I find Ogrin kind of ugly and overdesigned. Like, it looks like the protagonist to a 3d animated not-Dreamworks film that takes place on another planet who's voiced by Frankie Muniz. And yet I admire it in terms of being a unique creature. Feels like a Dr. Seuss creation because of it's paw feet, or like the camelopard of old beastiaries. As with all personal unfavorites, I like moreso it's paintbrush colors than I do the species overall.

Peophins 5/10 | 9/10

The critical side of my brain is hellbent on pointing out how Peophin is JUST a hypocampus...but the mythology horsegirl in me is just gushing over there being a hypocampus at all. Genuinely I think it's really regal and cute and pretty. Would love one as a plushie. Also I think it's newer art is superior to it's old art.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Poogles 10/10 | 10/10

Perfect dog-thing especially with it's evil toyvariant that always creeped me out. Besides that though it's very much a neopet's neopet with them big ole 2000s' eyes. Love it. The only limited edition pet that I think is worth it's limited-editionness.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Christmas (unclothed), Toy, Candy, Fairie and Robot (unclothed).

Pteris 6/10 | 5/10

Bird. Good bird, I guess. Um...I guess I like it's weird tail?

Paintbrushes of choice:

Christmas, Shadow, Royal boy and girl (unclothed), Fairie.

Quiggles 6/10 | 4/10

Better than Nimmo but that's not saying much. Needs to calm down, even though I appreciate how happy it is.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Halloween, Royal Boy and Girl, Fairie and Robot.

Rukis 6/10 | 3/10

Not a fan of ants and ants, crickets and mantises even less so with anime eyes no less. Buzz's eyes are much better.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Fire, Polkadot and Fairie.

Scorchio 5/10 | 6/10

Basic dragon man that's also definitively neopet-like enough to make it a classic! Though, hard to draw for some reason...

Paintbrushes of choice:

Woodland, Darigan, Fairie, Halloween and Fire.

Shoyru 7/10 | 10/10

Personal fav since I had a beloved Shoyru as a plush as a kid. I count it as a dragon even though it's supposed to be a pterosaur. I think I just really love it's face and body and the fact that it's wings are separate from it's body actually makes it stand out from the dinosaur it's supposed to be.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Fairie, Plushie, Polkadot, Robot, Pirate, Christmas, Woodland, Burlap, Oil Paint and Electric.

Skeith 10/10 | 6/10

Again never liked the "coded to be evil"-type neopets, but a decent grumpygrump dragon person. Adorable.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Royal boy and girl, Biscuit, Camouflage, Baby, Darigan, Halloween, Fairie, Pastel and Woodland.

Techo 4/10 | 4/10

Literally just a lizard. Cool lizard, but still.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Stealthy, Woodland and Fairie

Tonu 6/10 | 6/10

Decent rhino/ancient mammal thing with a hint of triceratops thrown in. Good job.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Pastel, Tyrannian, Orange, and Royal Boy and Girl (unclothed)

Tuskaninny 6/10 | 5/10

Not my fav (and I guess nobody else's fav since they're mega unpopular?) kinda weird eyes, but otherwise cute for a seal/walrus.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Oil paint, Baby, Spotted, Plushie and Royal Boy

Uni 6/10 | 10/10

I have a soft spot for Uni since I overhated it so much as a kid for being 'girly'. TBH I don't hate unicorn/pegasus hybrids in their own isolated fantasy and I think Uni just looks perfectly adequate as one. Also great alt. for My Little Pony lovers who want their ponies looking like ponies again and don't need a cutiemark to enjoy a good fantasy horse.

Paintbrushes of choice (cheated):

Usul 7/10 | 4/10

I have a thing against usuls. Always found them utterly unappealing personally wise and overrated by TNT. They're good 'not exactly squirrel'-creatures but they're hampered by it's basic coloring problems. Also, it always struck me as a "mean girl" neopet even though I guess canonically that's what Uni is. Bleh.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Skunk, Pastel, White, Brown, Royal boy and Girl, Usagi boy and girl, Halloween and Ghost.

Vandagyre 5/10 | 6/10

I don't know what it is. I think it's the pose, but objectively I think Vandagyre is kind of lazy even though other neopets work well with the "this animal but with these other animal parts added on". I feel like the paintbrushes though really go hard or go home for this pandabearowl, so I like that.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Wocky 5/10 | 6/10

Very cute but...literally just a cat. Also it's basic coloring could be annoying with it almost always having a pink-ruff.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Polkadot, Fairie, Baby, Halloween, Ghost, Royal boy and girl (unclothed), Plushie, and Elderly Boy and Girl.

Xweetok 8/10 | 10/10

A more modern answer to Kacheek on account of it being alike to several but never one exact kind of mammal. Better overdesign elements than Ogrin to me.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Split, Fairie, Speckled, Silver, Baby, Halloween, Pink, Royal Boy and Girl and Stealthy.

Yurble 10/10 | 6/10

I remember when this thing debued. Such a fun time! I love how they look vaguely lion-maney but also gerbil like. So cute. So NEOPET.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Fairy, Pirate, Snow, Checkered, Skunk, Plushie, Fire, Origami, Pastel and Purple.

Zafara 9/10 | 8/10

Perfect neopet to end an alphabet with and also just to end off on. Like a neopet version of a Dr. Seuss creation. I love it's smile and it's spikes. It's just very friendly.

Paintbrushes of choice:

Steampunk (unclothed), Woodland, Royal Boy and Girl, Valentine, Starry, Christmas, Plushie, Fairie and Pastel.

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glamphantasm · 4 months ago

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OM x Whumptober 9

Prompts: Asmodeus, bruises, broken glass. (this was actually the second story i wrote for this prompt - the first was... fine - but didn't capture The Vibe)

The club was alive in the way a body jerks in the throes of ecstasy, a riot of neon and noise crashing against them. The world outside didn’t matter—not here, not now. They could lose themselves beneath the haze of synthetic lights, where the air was thick with chemical perfumes, sweat, and a delirious haze of bad intentions. The moment they stepped inside, the unmistakable scent hit them— fog juice, dry champagne, synthetic leather, cigarette smoke, and red musk that clung to the air like danger.

But it was him—the demon who commanded all their attention, who owned the room and everything in it, including them. Asmodeus’ booth was draped in endless layers of silver velvet and black tulle, nestled like a secret, like an altar, a sequined throne, above the pulsing, glittering bodies on the dance floor. His wings, slick, shiny, the richest of patent leathers, glimmered in the flashing lights, shimmering with every subtle twitch. He was sprawled across the violent pink vinyl of the booth, a vision of decadence, a black star amidst the haze of strobe lights and thumping bass. Bat wings fluttered lazily behind him, their edges catching every shimmer in the room, as if he were crafted from the indulgence dripping from the very walls.

They had been here before. Too many times, more than they’d care to count. They knew how this night would end, knew how Asmodeus would look at them with those intoxicating eyes—golden pink like the soft, forbidden flesh of a ripe peach—and draw them in once again. He was like the shattered fragments of a disco ball, a glittering, broken mirror reflecting the worst parts of themself. Asmodeus always caught the light—too bright, too dangerous, and yet too irresistible to turn away.

They slid into the booth, their heart already racing as if on cue, even though he hadn’t acknowledged them yet. Asmodeus’ gaze flicked over, and there it was—familiar, slow and sinuous, like a drug slipping into their veins. He was beautiful in the way a polished blade is beautiful, dangerous and gleaming, waiting to cut deep. His lips curled into that lazy, knowing smile, and they felt themselves teetering on the edge.

"Back again?" he drawled, his voice thick with amusement, head tilting slightly as if considering their existence for the first time tonight. The soft, warm light cast shadows across his perfect face, making him look otherworldly, ethereal. As the lights strobed around them, he seemed to glow, like his skin was kissed with an oily slick, rainbow perfection, a film of iridescent sheen that danced across his body with every breath he took. “You’re predictable.”

“I’m not predictable,” they muttered, already hating themself for the lie, hating how predictable they were when it came to him. How they always found their way back here, no matter how hard they fought to stay away.

He gave them a slow, appraising look, as though they were a work of art to be critiqued, and leaned forward slightly. His scent hit them full force—bloody musk, salt and danger wrapped in sweet, rotting boozy fruit, with just a hint of synthetic, chemical leather. It was repulsive. It was intoxicating.

“You always say that,” Asmodeus replied, his fingers gliding across the table, sharpened, manicured perfection tapping lightly in time with the pulse of the music. His nails gleamed under the flashing lights, catching the vibrant, poisonous colors around them like shards of stained glass, like the facets of broken mirrors too sharp to touch. “And yet, here you are, again and again.”

His eyes caught theirs, and something inside them twisted, that familiar push and pull of desire and revulsion warring within. They had always hated how effortlessly he unraveled them, how every word out of his mouth was a hook that dug into their skin, pulling them closer to the inevitable.

“I hate this,” they whispered, though the words felt hollow, like something they should say but didn’t really mean.

“Do you?” Asmodeus leaned closer, his wings shifting slightly, glistening in the dark. He was bathed in glittering light, his skin practically glowing, made from the very sin this place was built on. His body seemed dipped in that trashy, glitter-glam couture that clung to him like liquid latex, catching every flicker of neon light, making him look like a decadent icon frozen in the midst of collapse. “No, no, I don’t think you do.” He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down their spine, as he brought his hand to rest on their wrist. His touch was warm, deceptively so, and it felt like fire seeping beneath their skin.

Their heart slammed against their ribs, knowing full well that the moment he touched them, they were his. It was the same every time. Every single time.

Asmodeus leaned back, lounging like the prince that he was, wings twitching lazily. “What’s it going to be tonight? A little fun? A little pain? Or something more... dangerous?” He looked at them through heavy-lidded eyes, shimmering like a forbidden elixir, as if daring them to run. But they didn’t. They never did. The grin he wore was lazy, predatory, lips curling in a way that screamed hunger—deep, gnawing hunger that wasn’t just for flesh, but for the destruction of everything else that came with it. His beauty was too much—plastic perfection wrapped in glittering sin, a gaudy idol to be worshiped and feared.

“I don’t know,” they breathed, but their body betrayed them, leaning closer, inching toward the very thing they claimed to despise. They wanted to fight, wanted to resist, but the pull of him was stronger than their resolve. The very act of being beside him was a battle that would never be won. His touch, gentle and searing, velvet run over an open wound. The lighting flickered, changed—cheap, tawdry, casting strange reflections off the gleaming surface of his wings. It was all too much. Too bright. Too dark. Too sweet. Too sickening. The world felt warped around him, everything twisting into something ugly and irresistible, something beautiful and malicious.

“That’s the fun part,” he said, voice dipping low, wrapping around them like softest linen, like a silken noose. “You don’t know. But I do.”

The curtains around the booth shimmered as if alive, and the rest of the club began to fade, swallowed by the growing darkness. The lights became nothing but flickering stars beyond the veil of the booth, and the pounding music was a distant heartbeat, pulsing through their veins. Asmodeus’s eyes seemed to glow, catching every flash of light like a trick of the mind, like they could burn into their soul if they stared long enough.

Their throat tightened. They were already too close. The scent of salt and near rotten syrupy sweet cherries hung thick between them, and the dizziness set in. They wanted to push him away, wanted to break free, but they couldn’t. They never would. His gaze held them captive, his smile promised the world, and the part of them that still held on to reality began to fray at the edges.

“You’re always mine,” Asmodeus whispered, sliding closer, his breath hot against their skin. “You know that, don’t you?”

He was close enough now that they could feel the heat radiating from him, the brush of his breath against their skin, warm and sticky. His scent clung to them, suffocating in its sweetness, the boozy notes of fermented fruits turning their stomach, making their head spin. It felt like being wrapped in something sickly and false, like being trapped in a bed of satin pleasures that would suffocate them if they didn’t claw their way out.

But they didn’t want to escape. Not really.

“You want me to take it all away,” Asmodeus murmured, his lacquered lips sticky as they brushed against their ear, the softest whisper of a touch that sent a jolt of heat coursing through their veins, coiling deep. His fingers followed the curve of their jaw, gentle and precise, the tips of his claws just grazing their skin, enough to leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Every thought. Every fear. Every part of you that’s still clinging to what’s right.” His smile widened, fangs sharp and gleaming, blades hidden beneath a coat of glitter. “You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”

His voice was a low hum now, vibrating through them, settling in their bones like an electric current, impossible to ignore. His hand moved lower, tracing the line of their throat, down to their chest, where bruises bloomed like sickly flowers beneath their skin. He pressed his palm against them, just enough to make them gasp, to make them feel the aches that had barely begun to form, the mingling sensations tangling together until it was impossible to tell the difference.

“Such delicate little things,” he mused, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “So easy to break. So eager to be broken.” His eyes gleamed again, those endless irises swirling with something dark and greedy. “But I won’t break you. Not yet.”

They closed their eyes, but even in the darkness, all they could feel was him—dangerous, alluring, suffocating. The twisted pleasure of it all burned through their veins, setting every nerve on fire. They wanted to scream, to claw their way out of the suffocating heat, but their body betrayed them. Instead, they leaned in further, a prisoner of their own obsession.

His wings enveloped them like a suffocating embrace, wrapping them in darkness, in heat, in the scent of leather and champagne. The glittering shadows of the booth seemed to fold in around them, swallowing them whole. Asmodeus’ lips brushed against their ear once more, a whisper of venom sweet enough to kill. “Come now. It’s easier if you stop fighting.”

And they did. They always did.

The promise of what he could do lingered in the air, cloying, suffocating, like the smell of musk and salt that clung to him, like the taste of his lips brushing against theirs, teasing but never fully committing. He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just above theirs, the heat of his breath mingling with the scent of cherries and leather, sweet and sharp, decadent and false. “You’re already mine,” he whispered, his voice dripping with a fake sweetness that felt like absolution. “You’ve always been mine.”

And they knew it was true. There was no denying it, not with the way their body responded to his touch, the way their heart raced in their chest, pounding against their ribs as though trying to escape. It wasn’t fear that drove them now. It was desire. Desire laced with the sick, twisted thrill of giving in to something they couldn’t control, of surrendering to the inevitable.

As the curtain closed around them, the slivers of neon light blurring, and the world outside became nothing but a distant memory. Inside, there was only Asmodeus—too close, too intoxicating, too beautiful to resist. His wings curled around them, folding them in darkness, the slick leathery sensation of them pressing close, warm and damp, like the embrace of something alive, something that had wrapped itself around their very soul. His scent was everywhere now, in their lungs, on their skin, in their mouth—sweet and sour, sickening and intoxicating. They were drowning in it, in him, in the promise of what he was about to do.

“Let me show you,” Asmodeus whispered, his lips brushing against theirs, soft and dangerous. “Let me give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever feared.”

His kiss was a promise of ruin—hot and demanding, sharp fangs catching skin just hard enough to draw blood, consuming everything they were, leaving nothing but the raw, desperate need. His touch slid lower, tracing the bruises he’d left on their last little visit, the pain and pleasure mingling until they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

His wings curled around them, folding them in darkness, the slick leather of them pressing close, warm and damp, like the embrace of something alive, something that had wrapped itself around their very soul. His scent was everywhere now, in their lungs, on their skin, in their mouth—sweet and sour, sickening and intoxicating. They were drowning in it, in him, in the promise of what he was about to do.

“Let me show you,” Asmodeus whispered, his lips teasing theirs once again, an echo. “Let me give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever feared.”

And he smiled. They were lost.

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