#so that was a fun time trying to pick which one to use

[forcedinniter]

No the victim blaming is so painful. It's like... I know I was the one who started talking about the Dream SMP and FanFiction but also... maybe have you considered that there's something in my brain that desperately wants to talk about it all the time?

I try and stop talking about it (hell, I'm literally in therapy for anxiety) but at some point the floodgates open and everyone realises I'm weird as fuck. And then what can I do? Nobody wants a meaningful discussion about how society demonises the activities of teenage girls, especially non-mainstream activities of teenage girls (not saying fanfiction is just for teenage girls but that's certainly the stereotype). Nobody wants to understand that their stereotypes about non-mainstream interests (particularly those with sexual connotations) aren't true.

It's much more entertaining to think that I'm some smut addict who wanks off to porn about someone who was aged 16 at the time he became popular (which is obviously not true) than it is to understand what I'm really telling them.

And then when people are awful to you, there are so many of them that they can paint you as the irrational one. It was January-February. I wanted the windows shut. The ones I was sat right in front of whereas everyone else was away from them. There was ice on the ground. Things are lied about and information is omitted and then you're the one who's causing a scene for asking things to be dealt with.

I had a chair thrown at me and the first thing I was asked when I went into the office (15 minutes after the thrower was sent) was 'what did you do?'. Literally on the walk there the teaching assistant (who was not there for me but was helping to deal with the situation) sympathised with me and said how hard it would be to get anything done about it because of how much everyone in that class hated me for being weird and... *checks notes* wanting a window shut in winter???

A boy in that class later confessed that nobody there was actually hot (the windows didn't need to be open) and that this one girl who always opened the windows behind me and complained about being hot just hated me and wanted to get at me and everyone else joined in for fun, opening the windows with her every time I focused on my work so that they could watch me freak out. I was so paranoid that someone was opening the window. I was so cold. And they found it funny???

Emails I read from my head of year to my parents detailed wrong or misleading information she had clearly been told by other members of my year. Other people in my year had clearly lied on statements they'd written to get out of trouble and I was never asked to fact-check despite also being there. Even if I had, who would believe one person over 40?

And the yelling of my name. Calling me 'Mummy [forcedinniter]' because the idea of me being actually sexually desirable was a massive joke. I couldn't use certain routes at school because I was harassed so often.

So many issues, so many minor issues, wouldn't have been an issue if I'd had someone on my side, a friend next to me. But I didn't, and schools simply don't appreciate that.

The education system does not support victims of large-scale targeted harassment, does not support the victims of institutional bullying. Why? Because it's too much work. I was blamed because it was easier for staff to say '[forcedinniter] caused a scene unnecessarily about a non-issue' like windows or a little bit of name-calling than it was to say 'half the school is picking on an isolated, vulnerable member of this school and I am doing nothing about it because I can't be bothered to do my job'.

These events happened at a school I'd gone to through a managed move, done because of the exact same situation at my last school. My head of year knew I was struggling, isolated and vulnerable. She knew, because she knew exactly why I moved to that school. At first, she was helpful. Then I became too much work for her and it was easier to do nothing at all.

What can you do about bullying on a large scale? Put everyone in detention? (I knew the names of about an eighth of my year at best, a useful tool for tormentors) Maybe... write a letter to someone? (What would they do?)

The truth is that there is no way, but not even punishing the individual, to blame me instead? That was and is inexcusable.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[shiningbysapphires]

Pick a Picture: How can you add more Joy into your life? (Pile number goes from left to right)

This is a general reading about what you can do to add more joy into your life. I picked two cards in each pile and used imagery and the traditional meanings to interpret what the cards may be trying to say. Some parts of your pile should resonate, sometimes you won't resonate with all of the reading because this is a general reading. However, if your pile doesn't resonate, please pick another pile. This reading is just for fun, do not take it too seriously!!!

Pile 1: Knight of Swords and The World 🦋 The universe is urging you to take time off and go on a journey. This can be as big as travelling to a new country, or it can be as simple as taking a walk in your neighbourhood. Regardless of what it is, I am seeing that you should genuinely be taking your time to be mindful of the environment around you while you are on this journey, you may see things that shed light to a new and positive perspective. Sometimes just observing your surroundings and noticing the little things in your life, just makes you feel lighter, happier. Those of you that have also been hoping for a lover, I am seeing that you may possibly be given the opportunity to meet a new romantic interest. However, the universe is asking you to work on yourself and learn to enjoy the journey of your life alone before it can present you with this opportunity. Those who already have a partner, spending some extra time can help you feel more joyful. For all of you though, try to implement more adventures in your life, big and small.

🦋 Significant Places/: New Zealand, Malaysia 🦋 Other Significant Symbols: White Horses, Yellow Flowers

Pile 2: Four of Swords and Five of Wands in Reverse 🦋 The universe is saying that taking your time to celebrate small achievements of you or/and loved ones will bring joy into your life. Obviously, celebrations don’t have to be big, but just doing something can make you so much more happier. I’m also seeing that if there is an old friend you want to text/meet etc., that is your confirmation to do so. The Five of Swords in Reverse warns you to not get involved in conflicts. It can also suggest that if there is a conflict going on right now that is worrying you, it will be resolved soon and you can feel more lighter and happier. Being able to negotiate may also be important to some people reading this message, agreeing to disagreeing can be a lot better on your happiness. Mainly, to add more joy into your life, you should celebrate all the achievements you and/or loved ones have achieved.   🦋 Significant Places: India, Wedding Venues, Nature 🦋 Other Significant Symbols: Red Flowers, Roosters, Peacocks, Weddings

Pile 3: Nine of Swords and King of Swords  🦋 Meditating is coming through with the imagery on this one. I am seeing that you guys are feeling rather anxious, or struggle with anxiety and mediation and calming the mind may add some joy into your life. The universe wants to remind you that you cannot control other people’s actions, rather, you can only control your own so it’s asking you to cease worrying, clear your mind so you can be in control of your own actions. In doing so, you will find more happiness then your current state. I’m seeing with the King of Swords that as a result of meditating, there will be more structure in your life and that can really help improve the stability in your life. There is also an almost protective energy, so perhaps you are earning more protection from any negative energy, which will result in feeling lighter, therefore, more happy. 🦋 Significant Places: Greece, Persia 🦋 Other Significant Symbols: Griffins, Green Candles

I hoped I was able to give you some insight on how you can add more joy into your life. ♥︎

[laser-tripwires]

the way that sophie doesn't understand eliot because she is, by nature, a shapeshifter. any part of herself that she doesn't like, she can change, up to the point which her identity loses meaning completely. whereas eliot can't change the way she does so he instead has to/chooses to live with the things he has done. the way sophie can be separated from her past because she has changed and eliot can't because, in so many ways, he is still the same

so, full disclosure, this post has sat in my drafts for literal years because i was trying to think of a good response. i think one can go even deeper with this.

you're missing one key detail, and it's the one everyone misses when they analyse sophie. well, don't miss entirely, but it's the one everyone kinda seems to leave unsaid even if they contradict it. sophie can read people. she can read people extremely fucking well, and her default social interaction mode is manipulation. in the original series this is a skill overshadowed by nate's ability to do the same thing, but by redemption it's been suddenly retconned to be sophie's main skill and it's a testament to the og show's writing that that doesn't seem out of place. sophie can read people extremely fucking well.

so no, she doesn't understand eliot. but it's not quite just because of their differences in personal identity; there's also the fact that sophie gets an extremely accurate view of the person eliot is, but not quite the depths of the emotional intelligence eliot has.

it's why i love that scene in tap-out so much - you see soph making an assumption, buying into the read of eliot that they'll later use as a weapon in the con, and eliot steps back slightly to talk her through why she's wrong. but sophie's sophie - she reads people really well. she did pick up on eliot's pain in that scene, but her own view of the world slotted it into a different root than the one that was really there.

actually! you wanna hear something really fun that i realised last time i rewatched almost paradise? in that show, christian kane's character, alex, has a moment in a random fight scene in season two where he chucks a dude over a railing and makes an "oops that dude's dead" face. eliot never does that, the closest we get is the wedding job i guess, but... i lie. he does do that wince, and it's in the opener to season three. eliot chucks a guy into traffic and makes that same face.

and, of course, that sequence doesn't actually happen. it's just sophie's telling of a story to nate. it's the first time we unambigously see eliot kill someone, and it's in a story told by sophie.

see where i'm going with this?

she's dramatising. but she's dramatising in a way that i don't think eliot ever would, because in real life eliot isn't that sloppy and accidentally killing someone is a bigger deal than that. leverage exists in a magic universe where bonking people on the head is always nonfatal, shh it's fine.

just... not to sophie, apparently. not to little miss "spikes a diplomat's drink in order to induce a potentially deadly anaphylactic response as a distraction" sophie devereaux. do i think sophie's ever actually killed someone? probably not, and she clearly has stronger boundaries about this than the rest of the team (see last dam), but i also think in not having that darkness, she misses the softer lines that the others tread. especially eliot. that was true then - look at their conversations in the real fake car job - and it's still true now. sophie harbours a lot of guilt about a lot of things, but in contrast to eliot, all her regrets are to do with collateral damage. never direct harm.

bringing it back to sophie more broadly (i will start talking about eliot give me a minute) it's not really just that sophie has changed. a LOT of her has stayed the same.

oh, sure, she is a creature of change, she shreds names and identities like they're second skins. she has spent most of her adult life stuck in a toxic cycle of thinking that running away will fix things, and it's only recently (and by "recently" i really do mean "recently", like, after the muddy waters job recently) that she's prperly broken that loop. but there's a lot about her that's the same as it's always been.

she is a creature of change but that change is a constant, and it's only in ceasing to change - in finding a family, in falling in love, in putting down roots, in deciding to never fully start again but instead to just keep going - that sophie finally achieved her redemption.

so you're right about her, but you're wrong, too. she changes, and she doesn't, and it's in change that she stops changing, and that's what earns her redemption.

...and the thing with eliot, right, is that you're correct - he has been a similar person to who he is now for a very long time. including when he was killing people, which is something i think people gloss over. the eliot we have now is basically just that eliot minus the depression and plus some found family.

actually, by the by, this is what makes the "the white hat doesn't suit you" line from the big bang job so damn good. and "he prefers beer" is the scariest goddamn line in the show because we've been hearing all season about moreau's atrocities and now we find out that eliot is the kind of person to casually hang out with that sort of employer. that's chilling. our eliot has worked so hard for restitution, arguably too hard once we reach redemption. but this is spoken by someone who knows the stuff eliot is seeking restitution FROM, certainly better than we the audience do. and that's why this is so damn terrifying. think about who eliot is, a personality that's still the same and that moreau knows. how can the white hat suit a man like eliot, how can doing the good thing fit a guy with those oceans of blood on his hands?

so, we have literal concrete proof that at his worst eliot still preferred the same drinks, still made friends, still probably laughed and smiled. it'd be all too easy to just imagine him as a completely cold-hearted monster, and while that might've been what was at his core back then, on the surface? he was still the same person. news flash, kids, depression isn't always obvious. "he prefers beer" is the most spine-chilling line in the entire show, because it means eliot was happy to laugh with these people, to drink with them, to let his quirks slip through and be who he is.

eliot opens up in different ways with different people - look at his conversation with shelly, for example, and how that banter wouldn't have come up with the team. it makes you wonder exactly what jokes got told, exactly what blood got washed off of his hands before life as normal continued.

the person eliot was and the person eliot is might be very different people in terms of actions, but in terms of personality? i think eliot said it best in french connection; "Different guy. [...] Same bad attitude, though."

watch him, in the early episodes of the show, in season three when he's going through the wringer in secret. eliot does a lot of bantering and joking around without really actually opening up - he's not guarded, not in the same way someone like sophie is, but he is a human being with a lot of layers.

and people underestimate him! as nate says, that's kind of the point, but it's damn relevant here if we're gonna talk about how sophie percieves eliot, which i believe is at least partly what i intended for this post to be about.

so sophie changes, all of the time. she achieves redemption by learning when to stop changing, by finding a life and a name she is comfortable in. i will forever love that scene in crowning achivement where astrid asks sophie what her real name is and sophie tells her it's sophie devereaux, because... it is, now.

but eliot? it's not that he can't change, that he hasn't changed. his personality has stayed largely the same, but his actions and choices are extremely different now to what they used to be. but "bad choices are bad choices", see, and "they eat you up inside. and you don't even notice."

eliot's not stuck with being the person he was. he makes different choices now, but he'll always be the guy who did those things. he'll always know why he did them, and he'll always have to sit with the uncomfortable truths that lie beneath that.

can eliot be redeemed? i don't know. but his journey is not sophie's, and you're right - they're two people trapped in extremely different prisons of causality.

[folklorebyswift]

behind the camera

fake dating & pr relationship with billie eilish

synopsis: Madison Cole is an aspiring actress with every advantage-wealth, connections, and a last name that opens doors in Hollywood. But privilege doesn't guarantee talent or fame, and Madison is eager to prove she's more than just a product of nepotism. When her powerful father orchestrates a PR relationship between her and global pop star Billie Eilish, Madison reluctantly agrees, knowing it could fast-track her rise.

What will spark when the cameras stop rolling?

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Chapter 1 — she’s an actress

Madison's POV 

I barely make it through the front door of my parent's house before kicking off my shoes. 

One lands by the stairs, the other somewhere near the wall—I don't fucking care. 

My jeans feel stiff, my hoodie still smells like him, and I've got that gross post-cry headache creeping in behind my eyes even though I haven't actually cried yet. 

I wander through the massive house looking for my dad—the only person I want to talk to right now—but the silence tells me he's not home.

I was at Luke's house when I got the email. 

We appreciate your time and energy. We've gone another direction.

That's all they said.

I hired a dialect coach. I forced my friends to read lines with me for weeks. 

I put everything into this. 

Not even a sentence. Not even a name. Just a vague, gutless "we've gone another direction" like I was some forgettable extra.

I sink down onto the bench in the hallway, tugging my hoodie sleeves over my hands like I'm fifteen again and trying to disappear.

God, I should've just told them who my dad was.

One word—one last name—and it would've been mine. I know it. They'd have lit up the second they realized I'm his daughter. Taken me more seriously. Maybe even bent over backwards to make it work.

But I didn't. Because I wanted to earn it.

And now I'm sitting in a house full of things I didn't earn, wishing like hell that just once, hard work would be enough.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

It's Luke.

lucas!! <3

Did I do something wrong? Why'd you leave so suddenly?

Luke and I have known each other forever. 

Our parents are best friends—the kind that do joint family dinners and plan summer vacations like it's still 2005. Every year, same beach house, same inside jokes, same easy rhythm.

Last summer, things shifted. We got a little drunk, crossed a line, and didn't bother stepping back.

We've been hooking up ever since.

It's not serious. Not romantic. Just comfortable. Familiar. Something to make the world feel a little less heavy, a little less lonely—at least for a few hours.

I send a quick reply, blaming it on my mom—some vague excuse about her needing me for something. It's easier than explaining that I'm this fucked up about losing a part in a movie to someone else.

I drag myself upstairs and collapse onto my bed, not even bothering to pull back the covers.

I open the email again.

I stare at it for a few more seconds, hoping maybe the words will rearrange themselves into something less soul-crushing.

They don't.

With a heavy sigh, I close out of it and open my group chat instead—

a straight a bi and a gay

mads

is anything going on tonight? i need a drink. maybe twelve.

brookey <3

bad day? bad dick? what's got you down?

kenz :)

grace said there's a party in the hills. rooftop.  obnoxious and exclusive. could be fun. could be terrible. should we go find out?

mads

in. getting ready now, i'll pick you both up in an hour. kennedy, do you think grace would drive my car and us home? i'm planning on getting shitted.

brookey <3

shit ok i guess im in too?

kenz :)

she said that's fine. see you guys soon.

I lock my phone and get up to get ready.

The first outfit I pull out feels too try-hard. The second one makes me look like I'm trying not to try. Third time's the charm: black crop top, baggy low-rise jeans, and the leather jacket my dad says makes me look "intense"—which is exactly the point. I grab my keys, throw on my boots, and head out the door without bothering to tell anyone where I'm going. My mom's probably in her pilates cave and my dad's MIA, still. It's fine.

My G-Wagon growls to life as I pull out of the driveway, my phone buzzing with a text from Brooke.

Ten minutes later, I pull up in front of Kennedy's place. 

Kennedy, Grace and Brooke are already waiting outside like they've been summoned for a Vogue cover shoot. 

Brooke's in a tiny black dress that looks like it was painted on, Kennedy's wearing leather pants and a sheer top that makes her look like a walking threat. Grace is in a pale blue slip dress that hits just above the knee. Sweet. Innocent.

I lean over and push the passenger door open.

"Get in, fuckers" I call.

Brooke rolls her eyes and climbs in like she's taking a seat on her throne. "You're late."

"Shut up."

Kennedy slides into the backseat, Grace following behind her. "Well, good news; you look hot enough to ruin lives tonight."

"Ruining lives is literally all I have left," I mutter, pulling away from the curb.

The drive up into the Hills is quiet, the four of us staring out at the glittering city below like we're about to go to war. 

We pull up to the house—modern, angular, obnoxiously lit, with a valet line of luxury cars outside like a rich-kid museum exhibit. There are already people spilling out onto the driveway, all perfectly curated and fake as hell. Just the way we like it.

I throw the G-Wagon into park and toss the keys to Grace. "Thanks for being DD tonight. I owe you one."

"Of course, I don't mind," she replies softly, polite as always. 

We've all known her for a while, but it wasn't until she and Kennedy started dating that she really began to open up to us.

We make our way up to the house.

The music's too loud, the crowd too pretty, and I love every second of it.

We weave through the party like we've been here a million times—because we have. It's always the same: models, celebrities, DJs, fake friends, real egos.

I find the bar fast and slam my hands down on the counter.

"Three shots of Tito's please."

The first one burns. The second goes down easier. By the third, my chest starts to get warm and I can finally begin to forget the day.

Brooke's beside me, sipping something pink and dangerous, already talking to a guy she'll ghost by the morning.

I make my way back to the bar, "Tito's with a splash of cran please." 

I down it in 10 seconds, needing the world to blur around me faster. 

Bodies are hitting me.

The music is loud.

Kennedy and Grace are dancing behind me.

Suddenly the room feels too small.

I need fresh air. 

I make my way outside and sit at one of the pool's lounge chairs.

A few people are laughing in the pool, I pretend they don't exist. 

Suddenly, my chair sinks with weight sitting down next to me. 

"Hey, you look like you could use some water," the beautiful voice says next to me offering me a cold bottle. 

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this book is a collab betweem me @/folklorebyswift and my bestie @/daddyb1ll1e on wattpad

new chapters are getting posted to wattpad before they get posted here! make sure to look it up there to read early :)

[cloudcountry]

wooo requests are open!!! missed the last one so im gonna make this one count o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

tkdb charcters with reader that is mute please!! but heres the thing, even though they can't speak to express how they're feeling, their facial expressions speak all by themselves. for example when they face something that disgusts or disappoints them you would understand what they feel immediately. would be really hilarious with the sinostra boys methinks. but please feel free to write this for any character you want!! as always love you love you and everything you write <33 i dont actually play tkdb anymore since it consumes too much of my time (gotta study yk blegh.) but i still have so much fun reading your works. i always get excited whenever i get tagged you have no idea i eat them up every time.

COMMENTS: sinostra ghouls with a very expressive mc who just so happens to be mute!

SUMMARY: i kept the mutism aspect as vague as possible. i know people with selective mutism and had that in mind while writing, since i have the most experience with that!!

Taiga is, more likely than not, a major asshole at first. He takes your silence as a snub, and will pull a gun out on you when you first meet. If it’s any consultation, he does that with everyone...

Once he gives you a nickname, he greets you with a stone cold “so you’re not gonna talk with a gun to your head? What’s your game?” before snapping out of it and realizing that you’re his precious kitty cat!

People don’t give Taiga enough credit in the intelligent department, really. He’ll pick up on any way you prefer to communicate with ease. Plus, once he warms up to you, he’ll start trying to get every possible reaction out of you!

He does this out of love. Think of it as being put under a microscope, Taiga style! The deception that shrouds the casino also shrouds people’s genuine nature, so it’s refreshing to him that you just. Display how you feel on your face. (Taiga finds it funny, too.)

Romeo is also a bit of an asshole at first, but hey, aren’t most of the ghouls? Eventually he’ll get to the point where he’s yelling at people who decide to treat you the way he used to, putting the fear of death into them.

Romeo will get offended and start screeching if you even so much as wrinkle your nose at one of his ideas. He knows you’re always honest with him and want the best for Sinostra, so maybe you do have a point, but he’d never admit it!

Don’t mention it if you start to notice that his plans silently incorporate your thoughts and ideas. Romeo is good at reading people, so he can tell what you’re thinking pretty easily...unfortunately, he won’t tell you that to your face.

Responds very similarly to people who give you a hard time for being mute and people who don’t understand his acronyms. Yelling. Berating, even. How dare they be stupid. He should fire them on the spot.

The second thing Ritsu ever said to you was likely something along the lines of “invoking the right to remain silent, are we?” to which you shook your head and gave him a weird look. At least he catches on quick! Immediately asks if you can speak (tactless. He is trying, though.)

Ritsu find it easy to adapt to whatever method of communication you prefer, no matter what it may be. You’re his business partner, after all. He should try his hardest to learn your mannerisms to better understand you, so that the Laurel Crown may be within reach, yada yada.

More likely than not, Ritsu quickly becomes so wrapped up in studying you that your behavioral model becomes incredibly advanced in the first week of knowing him. It may seem a little creepy at first (and you will definitely make a face when he shows it to you) but obsessive studying is simply how his brain works.

He will often take it upon himself to reiterate what you have said with your face. For example, if Romeo and or Taiga suggests an idea that you hate, Ritsu will say his piece, turn to you, see your expression, and relay your very obvious thoughts to them so that there’s no room for argument.

[queensparklekitten]

Had a blast at DASHCON 2!!!! If my legs weren't sore and exhausted I'd be skipping and twirling right now

After failing to win the Trials, I filled out a volunteer application and they gave me a shift at the start of the day!! I'd been hoping for an early one so I could catch the duel afterwards

You can't see it in the pics but I'm wearing a D20 pendant, a frilly black skirt over the TMA booty shorts, pink fishnets, and galaxy print shoes ✨️ also my other arm has a yellow bracelet reading PISS that I got from someone who was handing them out next to the ball pit

I got up at 5am just like Pearl to get there on time and I listened to Welcome To The Internet in the car 🎶 my shift was in the board game room and I ran across Doc from the trials in there!

Afterwards I got in line for the ball pit and the person behind me had a Third Life hat ((o(*°▽°*)o)) I gasped out loud and went "I see we both go to the same devil's sacrament" and then it turned out they also had the same TMA booty shorts as me!! And then we talked about cube guys the whole way to the ball pit

An Artist Alley vendor had a guestbook and I wrote "you just lost the game" in it ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe… also I ran across like 4 more Life series fans there and kinda made it my mission to make them all think about the implications of how Pearl was on Evo but didn't join the death games till season 2 O_O

I also ran across an artist I had previously encountered at comicon and bought PreCure stickers from ✨💜❤️ I got another sticker from that vendor

Tried to get some shoelaces but they had already sold out

I ran across all 3 trial victors at various points! Chatted a bit with Dotty who had an epic costume ^-^ Also I literally watched someone dressed as the ball pit leave that Misha and TJ at the sexyman shrine, and when I tried to yeet a horse into the plinko I accidentally broke the clear film and they had to re-staple it to the stripy part, apparently that wasn't the first time

And I met 4 TMA cosplayers! 4!!! I even got a selfie with one :D🪱 Another had a long furby in their bag

The duel was AWESOME! I love spectator bloodsport we were screaming like crazy the whole time and then I got to see the live irl kung pow penis and the eulogy Also there was someone behind me with a crown made of woven worms on strings, I thought it was a flower crown at first

i took an omegaverse uquiz on my phone at the con to decide which bracelet to get

The sexyman trivia quiz started a half hour late because the laptops were not cooperating and then there kept being accidental answer reveals before it could be answered by the player LMAO, I did one after there had already been 2 errors of the sort and I picked a yellow question (there's 6 colour coded difficulty tiers yellow is medium) and I didn't know the answer but it didn't matter because I got that same mishap, I facepalmed and then said XD out loud

so then I got to try another question and I decided to go insane and take a purple one (the hardest diificulty) and got "how many times has the Warden died" ranges accepted bc canon-fanon disparity and the only warden I know is the minecraft one not this purple twink so I used my lifeline (you get 1 chance to ask the audience) and called the audience "ceaseless watcher", the warden cosplayer there said 6-7 and I expanded the range to 6-8 and 6 was in the range and I got a worm on a string prize

And then at the end of it we ALL got worms on the string! Even people who didn't play just watched!!

also got my period around then RIP but i haven't had any cramps yet! (i knew it was coming)

Right before the crow exchange I was outside and used my reflection in a window as a mirror to do literal winged eyeliner 👁️🪽 came out a bit messy on the left eye, guess doing the 2nd eye is never easy no matter what the context

The crow exchange was fun I went in with 2 neat rocks and a shiny little blue fake gem and left with a whole heaping load of items because so many people were just giving things away for free, I had the skirt off during it and one person offered me that eye trinket just bc they saw my shorts

Someone accidentally tripped a fire alarm at one point

The person next to me at warrior cats trivia had Kyubey earrings and made it into the final round that determined the champion but didn't win

And then there was the whole Strange Aeons knighting ceremony and the Ball Pit Queen who we kneeled before and the revolutionary who was defeated fast and I can't even DESCRIBE that whole part o((✧▽✧))o

I loved DashProm so much i did the caramelldansen dance we sang bring me to life so loud I thought something would explode they played viva la vida and I sang fallen kingdom they made one of those wide circles where people can go in the center to dance and when Revenge played I went in the center and did some dancing and by then I'd put my skirt back on and had it hiked up enough that there was no gap between it and my corset and the dancing made it naturally slip and so I danced to the first verse and when the chorus began I tore off my skirt to reveal the TMA booty shorts underneath and kept dancing and the crowd went WILD that was one of my favourite moments

while dancing i lost track of time and by the time i got to the room where the my immortal kahoot was happening the kahoot was already full to max players but hey it's not dashcon if everything goes according to plan

i ended up going to musical karaoke but also dropping by the dancefloor because i'd caught word that theshitpostcalligrapher was there and sure enough I encountered them! Didn't end up getting to do my song before closing time but that's fine by me

Karaoke was in the ball pit room and I was sitting near it and when it was almost closing time and they were putting away the ball pit the volunteers mentioned finding a small handful of objects in there and they mentioned a tooth and quickly clarified it wasn't a real tooth and the audible disappointment in my voice in my response to the second part made the person next to me laugh

Anyways I'm back at home now and the sleep deprivation is finally catching up to me (i have gotten virtually no sleep in the past 40 hours, I was basically running entirely on adrenaline, excitement, and Vyvanse giving me all that energy today) so I'm gonna go upstairs and pass out now

[livelaughleclerc]

Pick Up Lines - AL50

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Warnings: none. Though I swear a lot IRL and I can’t believe I have written a fic with no swear words, so there may be one in there I’ve missed. EDIT: there is one near the end lol 🙈

Summary: You are Arthur’s best friend and in love with him. One time when you’re drunk you text him a pick up line and he thinks you have a crush on someone and are just testing the line on him, so you start texting him daily pick up lines. They can’t possibly be working on Arthur though, can they?

A/N: I stumbled upon @/savannahraedemers on instagram and fell in love. 99% of the pick up lines in this fic came from her. I just wanted to write a fun, fluffy fic so I hope you enjoy ❤️

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Arthur moved the iced coffee to his other hand to pull keys out of his pocket and open the door.

“It’s me! Morning!” he called out cheerfully, making his way into the kitchen to put the cup down on the work surface just as you walked into the room, hair still damp from the shower.

“Wait, you actually brought me coffee?”

“Well yeah, I said if you went for a run, I’d get you iced coffee from your favourite place, I knew bribery would work,” he said with a wink.

“And I knew there was a reason I let you have keys to my place!” You picked up the coffee happily and took a big sip.

You and Arthur had been best friends for years. You’d randomly met at a bar in Monaco one night and immediately hit it off. Unfortunately for you, Arthur saw you as just a friend, a best friend who he spent most of his time outside racing with, but a friend nonetheless. Part of you had fallen for him all those years ago in the club as the neon lights lit up his eyes making them sparkle, but over the years you’d fallen head over heels for your best friend. Quite simply the dumbest thing you’d ever done but you’d decided friendship with Arthur was better than no Arthur at all. So, you kept your feelings hidden, tried to disguise your sadness when he dated other girls and just focused on being grateful you had him in your life.

A few days later, Arthur was in Maranello, taking a break from the sim during the midnight hours when his phone buzzed with a text from you.

“You are hotel…without the ‘el’.”

He re-read it confused before finally figuring out you were trying to say he was hot.

“Was this meant for someone else? Are you drunk?” he responded, still somewhat baffled.

“No, it was meant for you but yeah I’m drunk. I’m trying out pick up lines.”

Arthur’s brain was exhausted from the hours spent in the sim and he was still perplexed why you were suddenly sending him messages like this.

“Oh wait, you meant trying out so you can figure out which ones would work for a guy you like? Wait, do you have a crush?” typed Arthur, proud of himself for figuring it out. His phone lit up with a single word answer “Yeah.”

Miles away in a club in Monaco you put your phone down with a deep sigh and took another shot of tequila. “It’s you, dumbass,” you muttered sadly under your breath, phone vibrating gently on the table with a response.

“I can definitely help! Send me all the pick up lines and I shall tell you which is the best!”

And so it began.

You and Arthur used to send good morning texts. But this morning he had woken up to a silly pick up line instead.

“Are you a triangle? Because you’re acute one. And you look good from every angle.”

“Wait, what is acute?”

“It’s maths, Thur! Nevermind. I’ll cross that one off my list…”

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple, and if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cutecumber. And if you were mine, that would be pretty awesome.”

Arthur read the message and sighed, hand running subconsciously through his hair.

“You don’t even like cucumbers?”

“Ah but cutecumbers. Yes please.”

He rolled his eyes fondly as he typed his response. “You are an idiot.”

The reply came back immediately. “Ah I learned from the best (you, obvs) <3”

“Are you French? Because Eiffel for you. Get it? I fell, Eiffel. No, this one is bad. Also, don’t reply to this because I am not having another argument with you about how you say you are French when you are Monegasque…”

Arthur rubbed his tired eyes, he’d just woken up and found himself grabbing his phone to see what you’d text him this morning. Upon reading it, he grinned.

“Ah but I am French,” he replied, knowing it would wind you up, despite the fact that you were from neither France nor Monaco.

“Do not start or I will screenshot this conversation and send it to Charles to deal with. I’ve seen your passport dude, it’s MONEGASQUE.”

Arthur would be the first to admit that winding you up was one of his favourite things and today was no different.

“Ah that was a decoy,” he replied, laughing to himself.

“A decoy?!? Stop making up stuff, Leclerc!”

“Yes. A decoy. All French people have them, so no one knows we are French. Like spies.”

It had been a couple of weeks of daily pick up lines from you and Arthur found himself looking forward to seeing what you had come up with each day. As if on schedule, his phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with a notification from you.

“Do you have a plaster? I just scraped my knee falling for you. And I fell pretty hard, so it looks like I might need two plasters, if you have them?”

Arthur giggled. Actually giggled before covering his face with his hand. He suddenly had a thought and went to look in his bathroom cabinet. He found a pack of plasters hidden at the back and pulled them out. It was fairly full but he removed all of them except two and took a photo. He began typing, “unfortunately I used up most of mine when I fell for you but you can have these two ;)”, he attached the photo and hit send. Why was he flirting with his best friend? And why was it giving him butterflies in his stomach waiting for a response. This wasn’t normal. They didn’t do this. Maybe he was sick or something. That must be it. Definitely the reason his heart skipped a beat when his phone lit up with your response. It was a selfie of you from the shoulders up. You had covered half your head and face haphazardly with a white bandage and were grinning like a dork at the camera. “Nevermind. Fixed it,” was the accompanying text. He couldn’t help it. He let out a laugh, the kind that comes from your belly and is impossible to prevent, the kind that takes over your whole body, shoulders shaking, nose scrunching and everything. “Cute,” he found himself replying before he could stop himself. “Why thank you Little Leclerc, I can save you some of the bandages if you like, cover up your entire face so you might have more luck with the ladies?” Arthur found himself chuckling, feeling back on firmer ground. This was what your friendship was like. Banter, taking the mick out of each other (but never really meaning it), being there for each other. The flirting was just a deviation from the norm, it didn’t mean anything.

A few days later, Arthur was trying to pack for his next race when his doorbell rang. When he looked through the keyhole and saw you, he opened it and was already walking off when you began speaking. “Hey, you got a jersey I can borrow? I’m really just looking for something with your name and number on it,” you said, barging past him and heading straight for his bedroom closet before pulling out half his clothes to look through.

“You know what, forget the jersey, can you just please kiss me?”

“Wh-what?” Arthur stuttered.

“Ok, you didn’t move, so distraction doesn’t work…” you said thoughtfully. Arthur was barely listening, too busy wondering why he had almost moved to kiss you and why he was now desperate to know if your lips felt as soft as they looked.

“Where are all your Ferrari shirts, Little Leclerc?” you asked, staring at the pile of clothes you had made on the floor. Arthur shook himself out of his thoughts, “you stole them all, well most of them. I had to request new ones from the team…” he stated, folding his arms and pretending to look stern, “and you stole about five of my hoodies!”

“Borrowed,” you corrected with a grin.

“So I can have them back?” asked Arthur, hopefully.

“Not a chance babe,” you replied, sticking your tongue out and tapping his chest as you made your way to the kitchen, leaving Arthur questioning why you’d suddenly called him babe, and why he had really really liked it.

You were running late. Arthur was going to kill you, he needed someone to attend some sponsor event since Charles couldn’t make it and you’d agreed. But then you’d spent an hour picking a dress and your timings had gotten completely thrown off. You’d opted for an ankle length black gown with a low neckline and a slit up the side hoping you weren’t too overdressed. You grabbed your keys and bag and ran out the door, jumping into the waiting taxi. Thankfully you ended up only five minutes late and ran up the stairs of the venue to find Arthur waiting for you. He was dressed in a navy blue suit and white shirt with the top couple of buttons casually undone. He looked so good you nearly tripped up the steps but caught yourself just in time. “Hi,sorry!” you said, glad you could attribute your breathlessness to running and not how goddamn hot your best friend looked right now.

“Should we go in?” you asked. Arthur still hadn’t said anything and was gazing at you with a strange look in his eyes, which you attributed to anxiety about meeting yet another load of new people.

It had been a few hours, you’d made small talk with a bunch of people, including a few creepy old men who had you regretting your outfit on more than one occasion. Thankfully Arthur had tightened his arm around your waist and made an excuse to move away. For the first time that night you found yourselves alone, taking a moment to regroup before you inevitably got pulled back into the fray.

“I meant to say earlier, you look beautiful by the way. That dress looks great on you,” blurted out Arthur suddenly. You smoothed down invisible creases in your dress, feeling on unsure footing before looking up again muttering a soft “thank you” under your breath. He was gazing into your eyes with an unreadable expression.

You took a chance.

“Hey, are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears,” you whispered, unable to look away. Suddenly, a hand tapped Arthur on the shoulder and he reeled back. Back? When had he leaned forwards, towards you? “Sorry to interrupt Mr Leclerc, they want to take the photos now,” said a well dressed man with an apologetic smile. Arthur followed, still in a slight daze, leaving you wondering what the hell had just happened.

The next day, Arthur got back from his run and fell backwards onto the sofa. He knew he should have a shower but his mind hadn’t stopped whirring the entire time he was out. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. His best friend. You hadn’t sent him a pick up line today and he missed it. More than he should have. He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh thinking back to the sponsor event. He had been disappointed when you were interrupted for photos, he realised. He had really wanted to kiss you and now he couldn’t stop thinking about how stunning you had looked in that dress. The way it hugged your curves, the way you pulled him just a little bit closer every time you met someone new, like you needed reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t, he would always be there to protect you. You were his and… oh.

OH.

In hindsight, it probably should have taken him a lot less time to figure out he had developed feelings for you… the signs were right there. “I’m just dumb,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands in resignation.

You were just settling down on the sofa with a coffee and your latest read when there was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” you yelled, running through the apartment to fling open the front door.

“You know, if we were socks, I think we’d make a pretty good pair. But we aren’t socks, yet we’d still make a pretty good pair,” said Arthur, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was fiddling with his hands, the only sign he was nervous. You looked at him confused, hair still messy from your early morning gym session and one of his Ferrari shirts clinging to your frame, loosely tucked into denim shorts.

“I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be the one coming up with pick up lines, Thur. But I’ll definitely add that to the list.”

Arthur’s eyebrows met in a brief frown before he pushed himself off the door frame and walked inside your apartment, hands suddenly on your waist.

“Tell me who your crush is, please?” he asked, desperation in his voice that you completely missed in your panic.

“It’s no one, I mean, you don’t know them so it doesn’t matter,” you answered, voice strained as you tried to move out of his grip but he only held you firmer.

“You never mention anyone and you spend all your time with me. We’re best friends, we tell each other everything, so why haven’t you told me a name?” he asked quietly, eyes never leaving yours.

“Arthur-”

“The pick up lines worked,” he admitted, interrupting whatever you were going to say. “I don’t know if that was your plan all along but they fucking worked. I loved them, they made me smile, they made me laugh, I found myself looking forward to them and wanting to flirt back and somewhere along the way I fell for you. I need an entire factory of plasters for how hard I’ve fallen for you. I’m just hoping you feel the same because if not, it might actually break me.”

You looked deep into his eyes before scanning his face for any sign he was lying but the face that looked back at you was different this time. This one was so full of affection you were almost suffocated by it, making your heart skip a beat. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s you Arthur, it’s always been you,” you confirmed with a small smile.

“Oh thank god,” he muttered relieved before moving to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed in happiness. “They should rearrange the alphabet and put U and I together,” he added with a smile.

“Arthur, baby, are you planning on kissing me any time soon or are we going to cycle through all the pick up lines you clearly practiced before coming over here first?”

“I thought you loved pick up lines?” asked Arthur, moving his head back to look at you properly with a cheeky smirk.

“Thur, I swear to god-” you started, left hand going to hit his chest in mock frustration. His smirk turned into a full on grin before he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him.

“Come here,” he said softly before finally, finally meeting your lips with his. A few seconds later he pulled back, “do you like my t-shirt? It’s new.”

“Um, what?” you asked, confused why your favourite harbinger of chaos had stopped kissing you.

“Ask me what it’s made of…”

You sighed wearily before reluctantly doing as he requested, “what’s it made out of Little Leclerc?”

“Boyfriend material,” he answered with a wink.

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers x reader who is super sensitive and emotional?😏

Slashers x reader, who's very emotional

Michael Myers

• Michael is always collected and emotional, so he's always here to support you. He can gently stroke your head to make you feel better. Or he'll just look at you with interest, not menacingly, no. Studying.

• Will kill anyone who makes you shed even one tear or even just sigh nervously.

• He will bring you something that gives you a sense of comfort, such as a blanket, a soft toy, or your favorite drink.

• He is a very resilient person. So if you have a tantrum or just an emotional overload, he won't leave. He will stay at home within your line of sight as a shadow guard, so you know that he cares, but he doesn't know how to express it in a human way.

• The more emotional you are, the more often he will appear by your side. He already has a certain sense of your changing emotions.

• When you've cried and calmed down a bit, he'll wrap you in a blanket and carry you to the bedroom to help you recover.

Jason Voorhees

• You're so small and fragile. Jason doesn't know how to handle small people, and he's afraid of breaking you or hurting you. So he just pats your head or something. He needs to get used to the idea that you're so small and fragile, and it might take some time.

• He brings you little things that he thinks will make you feel better. Cute animals, beautiful stones from the lake, flowers, and cute items from the victims.

• If you're scared, he'll just pick you up and carry you to a safe place.

• When some victims get too close to you and bother you, he might accidentally drop his machete next to them. And if they make you cry or feel afraid, he'll show you his full brutality, no doubt about it.

• Jason doesn't say much, but his care for you shows in the little things. He'll make sure his presence brings you peace and that you don't have to cry or feel overly emotional around him. That's why he often takes you to the lake, and you just sit there, enjoying nature and each other's company.

Ghostface

• Billy and Stu are quite active guys who love to have fun, so it's a bit challenging in that regard. Billy is more composed and understands your personality, trying to protect you and provide a sense of stability and comfort. Stu, on the other hand, loves to provoke your emotions, which often results in Billy reprimanding him. "Oh, you're crying? How cute. Well, let's give each other a hug! Only if you let me peel your pretty skin off! Hey, don't cry. I WAS JUST JOKING!!"

• Eventually, Stu will learn to control himself. They are always by your side (except for their 'parties', you're not ready to join their killing sprees yet) like loyal knights on either side of you. They use their actions in public to show that you belong to them. Kisses, hugs, possessive touches. So if anyone dares to harm you, they will have to deal with them.

• They are very fond of horror movies, but I know that they can scare you or make you uncomfortable. Therefore, for a horror night in your company (and it is much more pleasant to watch horror movies with you) they surround you with maximum attention and care. They will buy any snacks, any cute blankets, just please watch the movie with them!

• During the day, they leave you cute notes or texts so that you do not feel sad and forgotten.

• "You are too good for this cruel world... So we're going to make it even worse, because you're a real angel!"

• From time to time, Stu gives you bloody "gifts" after their parties to see your reaction. It could even be the victim's eyes...

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba is quite emotional himself, but he tries not to show it. Bubba will be as careful and gentle as possible to calm you down if necessary. He will growl menacingly at anyone who tries to harm or scare you in any way. He will fuss over you like a mother hen to make sure you're all right.

• He will show you his trophies (like skulls or a bracelet of teeth) to cheer you up. But if you're scared, he'll quickly remove it and try to hug or stroke you to reassure you that everything is fine.

• If the victims are bothering you, they've already been cut by his trusty chainsaw.

• He suggests doing some handicrafting together, but to avoid scaring you, you'll be making a mask out of fabric. He'll make one out of leather, but it won't be scary, I promise!

• If you're opposed to killing, Bubba will try not to kill you. He'll try, but he can't promise. At most, he'll knock the victim out in front of you and drag them to the basement.

[dramalove247]

Do my stubborn at first glance ! i love the plot on that one

We got this ask weeks ago, and when we first saw it, we had a good laugh. All we could think was are you enjoying the plot or the "plot"? We wondered a little if this was a serious ask or if someone was teasing us. But we decided we didn't care! Besides, as the weeks went on, this ridiculous series managed to get us wrapped around its little finger, so it has earned an "At A Glance".

At A Glance:

My Stubborn

Thailand - Romcom

Staring: Oat Pasakorn Sanrattana & Boat Yongyut Termtuo

Plot (yes, it has one): Brat meets brat tamer. Jun is a spoiled and well loved junior that usually gets along with everyone. But when in comes to Sorn, Jun gets stubborn. Sorn takes his job as a Hia seriously, including some unconventional lessons. But when Sorn disappears for two years, Jun is left with some unresolved feelings. Now, as a college intern, Jun finds himself under Sorn's mentorship once again and Sorn picks up where their lessons left off.

This show is 100% cheesy popcorn covered in jalapeños. If you are looking for a full meal, you will be disappointed. Just enjoy the show for the junk food it is... we did. This series felt a little like it had been a bet to see just how much screen time it could give to NC scenes. It didn't take itself serious for one second. We can't say this was a good quality story, but it was super fun and entertaining and we were here for every minute of it. Apparently we don't need much to enjoy a brat/brat tamer story. And like this show, we won't try to be something we are not. Sometimes you just want some junk food.

Ending: happily ever after

Tears: they tried to make it sad, and we had a feeling, but mostly we just wanted to see a certain someone suffer, so we were cheering for the pain

Main Couple: Queer

Side Couples: Queer (BL & GL) and felt like filler

Romance Scenes: 🌶️ Spice overload. Can't feel our faces. It really started with the opening scene... like pre-opening credits. Guess they had a lot of story to get to and needed to jump right in. Their strategy worked because we were hooked. Had to see where they were going after that.

Flavor of Scenes: definitely flavorful

Heads up: It was too hard not to make jokes. Sorry. You're on your own with this one.

Couple things we have to mention:

There were a confusing number of children for a Thai BL. It felt a little like bring your kid to work. I mean cute kids, but weird.

Shock and confusion seemed to be the mood in some NC scenes... which left us a little confused as well. But what eves. Like the characters in the show, we just rolled with it.

Some people are stupid and you will want to shake them.

The beard... enjoy. That was easily the best comedy of the year.

[mmy-meow]

hii! here to slide a request into your inbox that hopefully helps inspire some writing:3 i feel as though there isnt enough Lyca smut in this fandom, so i was thinking it would be fun to have a smutty scene based around one of or both hehe his homescreen lines:

"You want to touch me? Fine. Ten seconds and that's it."

"H-Hey, don’t come so close! Somethin’ about your scent makes my stomach feel weird!"

Love your writing, so i hope this helps!:3 -Spoon

Hello! Thank you for the request!

Here is some Lyca love for you 💕

Contains smut, minors do not interact

“Rui, it’s late I’m going to head home.” You slide your empty glass across the bar. You kept it to only one tonight, you had another mission tomorrow and dealing with Sinostra hung over did not sound pleasant.

“Hang on a sec, I’ll walk you out.” Rui starts to round the bar when Romeo glares at him slamming his glass down.

“You’re not abandoning us to go chase tail you can’t even get, I need another.”

Apparently Romeo had no qualms about getting drunk before this next mission.

Rui shoots you an apologetic look then glances to where Lyca is practicing his drawing at the end of the bar.

“Lyca, walk the lady home yeah?”

Your heart flutters at the suggestion. You couldn’t lie, Lyca’s presence was a big part of the reason you’d begun frequenting Rui’s bar.

Darkwick had put you in charge of acclimating Lyca to student life, but lately he seemed to be pulling away from you more. You found yourself missing the amount of time you’d spent together.

“Why do I gotta do it?” Lyca mumbles averting his eyes.

Rui gives him a disparaging look. “Remember what I taught you about being a gentleman? If you’re not gonna take her you’ve got to go wake up Ed to do it.”

Lyca shot to his feet tucking his drawing pad under his arm. “No need to get that moth eaten Casanova involved.” He growls.

You smile to yourself at his sudden defensiveness. Whatever else is wrong, he at least hasn’t stopped feeling protective of you. You wave to Rui and the others as you follow Lyca out of the bar.

The two of you walk in silence for a ways, Lyca scowling at his feet, refusing to make eye contact.

“It’s kind of creepy out here in the dark.” You offer, trying to get the conversation rolling.

Lyca scoffs “You got nothing to worry about, I’m with you.” The confidence in his voice warms your heart. But then when you try to step closer to him he angles himself away which makes you frown.

Had you done something wrong? Was he resentful that the school set you to supervise him? He was trying to be more independent but he’d never been this cold. He still had a phobia of girls but he’d long ago gotten used to you, was he reverting for some reason?

“Is something bothering you Lyca?” you ask uncertainly.

“No.” He answers quickly, but keeps his face turned away.

“You’re not a very good liar.” You pout. “Sorry to drag you out here like this, I didn’t mean to be inconvenient.”

“It’s not like that.” He lowers his head and kicks a rock out of the path. “I don’t want that Moth eaten Casanova…”

Just then you stumble in the dark, careening towards the ground. Lyca dives forward wrapping an arm around your waist and scooping you up before you can hit the forest floor.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, but he pries them off and sets you down stepping away.

“Watch where you’re going dummy.” He mumbles.

You lean down to pick up the sketchbook he dropped.

“Oh I hope nothing got messed up…”

You just catch a glimpse of the drawing in the moonlight before Lyca snatches the drawing pad out of your hands, blushing furiously.

It was a drawing of your profile as you sat at the bar. You take a step closer to him and he shys back.

"H-Hey, don’t come so close! Somethin’ about your scent makes my stomach feel weird!" He blurts out, holding the sketch pad behind his back.

You look at him appraisingly, heart hammering in your chest. No, you hadn’t done something to make him mad at you, this was something else entirely. You suddenly saw his nervous refusal to get near you in a whole new light. Oh. You were making him feel things.

“Lyca…” you start, but he cuts you off by grabbing you by the wrist, still keeping you at arms length he starts dragging you along the path.

“Let’s go, you’re so loud, you’ll alert everything in the woods.”

You smile fondly as he drags you along, even once you get out of the woods onto the main campus he doesn’t release his grip on your wrist. It’s only once you reach the front of the cathedral that he finally reluctantly releases his hold on you.

“Lyca, can you come inside for a minute? I want to ask you something.”

He runs a hand through his unruly hair looking extremely nervous. “Can’t you ask me right here?”

“It’s chilly out.” You exaggerate a shiver. “Come inside just for a bit.”

“I guess if you’re cold it can’t be helped.” He mumbles, following you inside, still keeping a respectful distance.

You lead him up the stairs to your loft bedroom, but as he reaches the top of the stairs he freezes. The sketchbook falls from his hands, and his face reddens.

“Lyca, what’s wrong?” You frown turning to look at him.

“Your scent… it’s so strong up here.”

“Does it…smell bad?” You ask hesitantly

He shakes his head vehemently. “The opposite.” He growls. “It… it makes me want to grab you like that moth eaten Casanova does. The way he stands behind you and squeezes you and won’t let go… but you’re always so tense and uncomfortable when he does it. I don’t want you to feel like that.”

“Oh Lyca,” you smile, affection for him burning through you. “I don’t think I would feel that way if it was you.”

He takes a halting step into the room, teeth gritted, fists clenched, straining to keep himself under control. “No you don’t understand, your smell it’s making me… making me NEED you.”

“Lyca,” your voice is soft and coaxing. “I want to touch you.

Lyca’s eyes dart around trying not to look at you, he gulps audibly.

"You want to touch me? Fine. Ten seconds and that's it."

You thread your fingers into his messy hair.

“Ten.” You smile coyly. Your left hand trails down to his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against it. He braces himself to keep from flinching away.

“Nine.” Your right hand slides down his neck, the backs of your knuckles gently brushing his throat as he gulps and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Eight.” You press your palms against his chest as his breathing starts to grow ragged.

“Seven.” You drag your hands down his chest, across his stomach and then grab his hips.

“Six.” You press your pelvis to his as you grab his ass to pull him closer, you can feel his tail has sprouted.

“Five.” He gives a low whine as you run your hand down his tail. He is visibly shaking trying to contain himself

“Four.” You plant a chaste kiss on his lips, his head tips back, eyes wide with shock, mouth working as if trying to find the right words but coming up blank.

“Three.”

You push him down onto your bed and straddle his waist.

“Two.” You grind against the bulge in his pants.

“One.” It takes a monumental act of self control to push yourself off of him, standing up and stepping back. “Guess that’s it then.” You say lightly.

Lyca sits up shaking his head, “Come back here.” He growls.

“You said that’s it.” You shake your head sadly then pull your shirt off taking another step back away from him.

His eyes widen at the sight of you stripping before him, he’s gripping the edge of the mattress till his knuckles turn white.

“It’s really a shame.” You shed your bottoms next, now standing naked before him. “The things I could make you feel with more than ten seconds.”

Lyca lunges forward, he grabs you by the waist spins you around and slams you on your back into the bed.

“I take it back.” He pants, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I take it back please.” His wolf ears are out now, the fuzzy tips tickling your cheek as he buries his face against you, soaking in your scent. He paws clumsily at your chest as if uncertain where his hands should go. He pinches your nipple, making you moan, which in turn makes his tail wag happily. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take your clothes off.”

Lyca wriggles and struggles to shed his clothes, refusing to get off of you to do it, still trying to maintain as much body contact as possible. He laps at your neck with his tongue like an over eager puppy while you help him undo buttons and buckles. Finally both naked you snuggle together, skin to skin. Lyca buries his face in your tits, licking, nuzzling and pawing as he grinds his erection against your leg.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” He repeats, gasping for air as he takes a break from licking you.

“Fuck me Lyca.” You moan. “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen, and as if on instinct he lunges forward burying his teeth into your shoulder. You cry out as his bite bruises the tender skin. He pulls back looking suddenly apologetic, but before he can say anything you bite him back, sinking your teeth into the skin of his chest above his heart, making him growl and wag his tail harder.

He flips you onto your stomach and without prepping or foreplay he buries himself in your pussy with one deep brutal thrust.

“Lyca.” You groan as he mounts you from behind, pounding into you at a merciless pace. You gasp and shudder trying to catch your breath as your pleasure builds. The room is filled with the noises of skin on skin, and your headboard slamming against the wall with the force of your fucking. Lyca is completely lost to passion and instinct as he rails into you growling low and deep. He leans forward burying his teeth into you again to mark you as his as he uncontrollably ruts into you. You’re not sure if it’s the werewolf in him or the ghoul, but you have never been fucked so hard in your life. No human could maintain this brutal pace that has you screaming into your pillow. When he leans forward and bites you a third time the tension inside you snaps and you come, drenching his cock with your slick while screaming his name.

Lyca says your name, voice tinged with awe, he grips your hips and somehow manages to increase his already insane pace. “Do that again.” He pleads.

You scream and sob into your pillow as Lyca fucks your over stimulated pussy, begging “That felt so good, squeeze me like that again, I wanna feel you shake again, you feel so good.”

You feel the knot of tension begin to grow again as Lyca slams into you over and over, tighter and tighter pressing you to the edge.

“Lyca, oh fuck, Lyca please. I’m so close, please ah ah ah!”

This time when you tense, shudder and scream his name as you come, Lyca comes with you, filling you with hot seed, growling your name in unison with your screams.

He pulls out and flips you over onto your back before collapsing on top of you. Sweaty bodies pressed together he showers you in kisses and licks, on your cheeks, your neck and your breasts, his tail still wagging with unbridled enthusiasm.

“That means I did good right? When you start shaking like that?”

“Yes Lyca,” you pant running your fingers through his tangled sweaty hair. “You set yourself some pretty high expectations for next time.” You chuckle.

His ears perk up at that. “Next time? Yeah, I’ll make you even happier next time, just watch.”

[karaviav]

Hi hi hello! I know you're super into medieval Italian literature. I've never really been able to get into it & I have a BIG exam coming up. So I'd like to ask if you could please infodump to me? I think an enthusiastic rant from somebody who truly loves this topic would really make it stick in my mind. I would especially love your help with the poetry. Petrarca, Cavalcanti, all those guys... I want all the weird fun facts... pleas 🙂‍↕️

Of course! I’ll try my best. Also sorry for the late reply but I needed some time to put everything together lmao. If someone more experienced spots a mistake please let me know.

I’ll use Dante as a starting point and talk about the other two Florentine crowns (and cavalcanti) from there.

Let’s say Beatrice wasn’t Dante's only… extramarital inspiration. While the historical figure of Bice di Folco Portinari - who almost certainly inspired her character, which appears from his earliest works  - quickly became an allegory for divine grace and theological virtues, there appears to have been other women in his life. And Beatrice knows. Oh, and she calls him out. Multiple times. Both in the Vita Nova and the Commedia. 

One of these women is Monna Petra, a cruel lady with a stone heart who torments our poor Danya Alighierovich to the point of erotic frustration. Don’t believe me? Take a look the last song from the Rime Petrose (a short collection of his rhymes apparently centered around this woman, much more difficult and darker than the rest of his work both for content and language). He’s angry at Petra’s mind games, so much so that he asks himself “why doesn’t she scream for me the same way I do for her?”, and he fantasises about “gripping her blonde hair from dusk till dawn, and not being gentle with it”.  

Another one is a “gentle dame” who is likely an allegory of philosophy. In the Vita Nova, Dante’s poetic diary recounting his haunted love story with Beatrice, she’s the one who sets him on a dark path after her death. In the epilogue, his selfless and rational love for Beatrice wins over the lady and he promises to “sing [Beatrice’s] praises in ways no one else ever had”. All fun and games till she appears again in the treaty Convivio, another commentary of his previous poetry seen in a philosophical light, and this time around Dante takes everything back. The lady is a great friend in times of need! She actually helped him overcome his grief! 

Yeah, this brings us to another important aspect of Dante’s poetry: he manipulates texts very often, especially when he’s offering insight on his earliest works. If the shit he claims to be 100% true seems too symbolic, he’s probably lying. He cherry picks a lot in the Commedia as well, like when he headcanons that the roman writer Statius totally converted to christianity thanks to Virgil himself and places him in Purgatory instead of the Limbo (where all the great pagan souls lie). Now, traditionally the limbo is only occupied by unbaptised souls, but Dante, being the revolutionary thinker he’s rightfully recognised to be, decides that’s the consolation prize for his favourite classical writers, roman mythology characters and… Saladin? The sultan of Egypt? Okay. By now you’ve understood the guy’s pretty deranged.

But what about BBB (Beatrice being bitchy)? I remember two specific instances of Dante imagining Bice getting mad at him (my god the mental gymnastics). One is in the epilogue of the Vita Nova, where she visits him in a dream and scolds him for going after the gentle dame. Another is in Purgatorio XXXIII, where Virgil passes her the staff as Dante’s guide in the afterlife while they all sit idly in Eden; it could be summed up like this.

There’s so much more I could say about Dante, but one thing I’d like to focus on is his compassion both as a character in the Commedia and an author. Despite the general idea of him as this moralising whiney dude, he shows a lot of empathy towards most of the souls he meets, especially in the Inferno. Take Canto V for example. Dante and Virgil are in the 2nd circle of hell, eternal home of the lustful souls. Dante asks to speak with two damned who, unlike the others, stick together in the torment: Francesca da Polenta and her lover (and brother in law) Paolo Malatesta. After hearing how their affair led to their death at the hand of Francesca's husband, Virgil notices Dante is pensive, because he carries their same guilt in his heart, and the whole thing overwhelms him so much that by the end of the canto he passes out. 

Another instance. In Canto XV our two heroes enter the circle of the sodomites, and Dante finds his beloved teacher Brunetto Latini. Despite Dante-author condemning him for his sin, Dante-character still shows affection and respect for him. Not only that, but he tells Brunetto he'd gladly bear his metaphorical cross if it weren't for the physical pain. He could have acted disgusted and rejected or even attacked Brunetto and Francesca, like he did in Canto VIII with Filippo Argenti - yet he didn't. On the contrary, he empathised with them and gave them artistic dignity. 

But enough about Danya! Let us move to his “first friend” *dreamy sigh* Gaydo Cavalcunty.

Cavalcanti is, in a way, an Ivan Karamazov of his times. A Medieval Gerard Way, if you will. His poetry is very introspective, and deals with love as a natural force out of man’s control, which eludes his reason and cannot be tamed. He was a big fan of Averroes and Epicurus, which owed him the fame of being an atheist like his father Cavalcante. Dante places the poor old man in the circle of heretics as an excuse to talk about his son.

He was the Stilnovists' designated unemployed friend. Out of all the main poets he’s the only one who never worked a day in his life (minus military campaigns) because he was already loaded and from a noble family. He was a philosopher more than a poet - or at least that’s how Dante chooses to remember him even after their breakup. Oh, I’m sorry, I meant the great divorce of 1300.

Necessary premise to understand this piece of lore: what were the guelphs and ghibellines? Two opposite political factions: guelphs wanted more autonomy from the holy roman empire and supported the church, and vice versa. after the florentine guelphs defeated the ghibellines in the battle of campaldino (where dante fought!), they split into white and black. The white guelphs were opposed to the growing influence of the pope over florence, while the black guelphs supported him. Dante and Cavalcanti where both white guelphs.

Cavalcanti was one of the most prominent figures in the White party (not the Diddy kind). That, combined with the fact that he got into fights for sport, led to a huge truffle with the Black party on the night of May 1st 1300. At the time Dante was a Prior of Florence, and their relationship had been strained for a while, but the reasons for this are unknown. Perhaps it had been artistic differences (ex. their fundamentally opposite conception of love), or a drift in political views, or something else that has to do with sey gex. In any case, Dante voted to exile the leaders of both parties from the city, and obviously Guido was one of them. He was confined in the swamps of Sarzana, got malaria and died in august that same year after returning to Florence thanks to a pardon. We don’t know if they ever spoke again. So whenever you feel like you’ve screwed up big time remember that at the very least you didn’t exile and possibly led to the death of your best friend. Well, karma came to kick Dante in the balls just a couple of years later, when the Black Guelphs returned and threw the White Guelphs out with the help of pope Boniface VIII (who then Mr Alighierovich places in hell while he’s still alive). The White party fails repeatedly to gain back power and at that point Dante calls out. He’s by himself now, and his only hope is for Italy’s many independent cities, principates and republics to be united under a monarchy led by the brave and noble emperor Henry VII- oh shit he died of flu. No, yeah, we’re fucked. 

I got distracted againnnn back to Cavalcanti!! 

Mr Guido’s poems aren’t just about the metaphysics of love, of course. What could you expect from a designated tumblr sexyman? The sonnet In un boschetto trova' pasturella for instance is literally about the poet being topped by a beautiful shepherdess in a forest, which by itself is a subversion of a popular trope in provencal poetry, where the man is usually the one leading the woman. (Pretty ironic for a person whose name translates to “Guy Riding”). Now, doesn't this sound weird? I mean, a noble Florentine knight has every right to write about doing the horizontal tango with a fair maiden under a tree, and yet... 

Enter the gay allegations!! Guido's brother-in-law, Lapo degli Uberti, wrote a sonnet in response to this; it basically sums up to: I know it wasn't a girl you were fucking just there. And it's not the first documented instance of someone addressing Guido’s alleged tendencies. His n.1 opp, Corso Donati (a Black Guelph, and a relative of Dante's wife no less!) called him cavicchia, which could have multiple meanings, like - you guessed it - "passive sodomite". Ahem. So about that shepherdess... (also florentine was a popular term for homosexual lmao)

John the Baptist could be considered cavalghieri's patron saint atp, cause he haunts their narrative to an unbelievable degree. First off, in Vita Nuova Dante describes this vision he had once of Beatrice accompanied by Guido's muse, a woman nicknamed "Primavera" (spring) whose real name is Giovanna (or Vanna). As he explains, her name is almost prophetic because it recalls the Baptist preceding Christ - and in a way Guido preceding Dante in their artistic career, through this peculiar image of their respective muses. But the coincidences don't end here! The aforementioned divorce of 1300 is finalised on June 24th, the birth of the Baptist, when Dante votes to exile him.

Now, did Dante ever get over this breakup? Probably not, judging by the fact that he still decided to mention and praise Guido multiple times in his mature works (the Commedia and the De Vulgari Eloquentia for example).

One last thing about Guido: he was so cool that Boccaccio gave him his own novella in the Decameron! A guild of noblemen finds him pondering in a graveyard and asks him to join their group. He refuses, they get offended and ask him what he will do once he finds out if God is not real. To which he replies: you’re at home here, since your intellect is as dead as these corpses. 

Speaking of Giovanni Boccaccio! He’s what we could define a second gen writer, and dealt mainly with prose all his life. He was the n.1 Dante stan, to the point where he accepted a mission from the city of Florence to deliver a symbolic reparation to Dante’s daughter Antonia, who became a nun with the name of sister Beatrice (the irony). He liked him so much that he sent a copy of the Commedia to his teacher and friend Francesco Petrarca. Kekko, being a hater at heart, took a good look at the greatest work of Italian literature of all time and went “that’s nice… for a vernacular poem. My latin is still better than his.” Of course, Kekko, of course.

See, I feel Petrarca’s always been quite jealous of Dante. They both wrote in latin and florentine (italian as we know it today didn’t exist yet), they both sang the praises of a beautiful and chaste woman whom they allegedly met on Holy Friday when they were young, they idealised the shit out of said women, they dealt with politics through poetry, and yet… Even though Petrarca’s language and imagery shaped the Renaissance (adapting his sonnets was an important part of the evolution of English, but that’s a story for another time), and he got canonised as The Supreme Model for Vernacular Lyric up until the 19th century… he was still bitter. Still, he did take inspiration from the Vita Nova for some of his own works, but didn’t dare to credit his opp (dead and buried the entire time, mind you).

Boccaccio venerated him, and the affection was mutual, so much so that Petrarca wrote him the first example of the “there was only one bed” trope in Italian lit. “Oh Giovanni, even if we were so poor that we could only afford one tiny bed, I'd share it with you and we’d fight off the cold by snuggling together!!” Most heterosexual behaviour between medieval poets right there.

While Kekko was fawning over the king of Naples, Robert of Anjou, Gio was busy romancing his alleged illegitimate daughter who went down in history with the name Fiammetta, and appeared in several of his works as it was custom.

Petrarca is also responsible for the creation of modern philology and the discovery of then-lost works by Cicero (I’m in enemy territory). He also wrote a dialogue/diary/less cool version of Doctor Faustus, the Secretum, where he banters with his goat Saint Augustine and claims that yes, he is vain and proud and too attached to love and earthly goods, and yes, he’d like to do something about it, buttt he’s too much of an inept to do it. Typical.

Kekko’s Canzoniere is… delusional, to say the least. It centers around the life and death of a noble French lady named Laura (identified with an ancestor of Marquis de Sade), the unfortunate object of his obsession. As we say where I'm from, he did everything by himself. In sonnet XXIII, he turns himself into a fucking ROCK as a punishment for having spoken about his love for her. I want to kms everytime I think about it.

Gio’s Decameron, on the other hand, has something for everyone. Lewd stories about witty wives and kinky nuns are a must, of course, but we also have things like the Tale of Lisabetta da Messina. This lady’s affair is discovered by her brothers, who kill her lover and bury him in the ground. She unearths him and puts his decapitated head in a vase, watering it with her tears every day until basil starts to bloom from it. The brothers find out, steal the vase and run off to Naples, leaving her alone to die from pain.

One last thing: if you want a good drama about Dante (and cavalcanti) check out Vita di Dante 1965 on YouTube! Like tbk 1969 the only English subs are autogenerated, but it does a great job at portraying Dante as a statesman and passionate writer compared to... a lot of the stuff that's come out in the past few years. Also look how scrumptious he is in his exile era

It’s almost midnight and I have no intention to double check anything nor to annoy you more. Hope this has been of some help! If you have any questions feel free to message me. The italian lit community here on tumblr is relatively small but quite lively and always up for some historical blorbo yapping!

[anyamaris]

Title: Slippery When Wet

Summary: An unexpected thunderstorm has you closing down your bar early, but as you're going to lock up, someone from your past washes in with the storm.

Pairing: Ex!Namjoon x Bartender!f!reader

Genre: Non Idol AU/smut

Word Count: 2551

Warnings: Vulgarity, sexual language, reader and Joon have a past, lots of unexplained history, a smidge of violence (reader slaps Joon), Joon is a bit handsy, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, cumshot, dirty talk, obvs 18+ mature MDNI and all that.

A/N: This story was written for Sara in @bangtanwritershq between @pars-ley, Sara and myself. We focused on using the prompt of the seven deadly sins to write something and I chose wrath. Thank you both for this, it was so fun and @pars-ley the BANNER is glorious as always, you're a true artist 💜

As always, thank you @cafekitsune for the beautiful dividers!

You sigh as you look out the windows of the bar, wincing as the heavy rain obscures your view of the night. 

“Damn it…” You sigh, wiping down the bar and putting away the last of the glasses.  You’d sent your other bartender home for the evening early and now it was just you closing things down.

The shitty weather had sent most of your regulars home early and by the time the sun was setting, the bar was deserted.

Instead of letting up, the heavy downpour just peppers the roof of the small bar, signalling that it would be smarter to just hang out and wait it out for the evening.

Shaking your head, you wipe your hands on a clean bar rag, then walk from behind the bar towards the door to lock it.

It was just your luck that at that moment, a rain drenched figure burst inside, setting off the chime above the door and startling you.

“We’re closed-” You call out to the sopping wet man yanking the door shut behind him.

Wait, you knew that profile-

“Namjoon?” You ask in disbelief, cursing your luck.  

He turns towards you, his hair plastered to his head as he wipes his face.  

“Fuck…” He mutters, shaking the rain from his hair as he pushes it back.

“Goddamn it, Joon! I just fucking mopped-” 

He looks down at the puddle growing under him before giving you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry-just…fuck, just let me stay til this lets up.” He pleads with you, glancing back out as a flash of lightning streaks across the sky a moment before thunder shakes the building.

You let out a frustrated noise, throwing up your hands before retreating behind the bar to grab some of the bar rags.

“Don’t go trekking your mess all over, I just finished cleaning up. The last thing I need to be doing is following your big clumsy ass around to redo all my work.” You snap out.

“Great customer service skills you have there.” He retorts, which only causes you to get more irritated.

You can’t help but grin as you throw the dry towels at his face as you walk by to lock the door and he fumbles trying to catch them.

“Still an asshole, I see.” 

What are the chances that he’s stuck with me here in this stupid ass storm?

You steal a glance back out the door before turning back to him, watching as he picks up the towels and mops his face and hair with one.  

Even more irritating is how this man can look so fucking sexy even after coming in from a rain storm.

You shake yourself from that kind of thought and march back over to the bar, trying to keep your eyes off of him.

“Just…don’t touch anything, don’t do anything and once this lets up, you leave. Got it?” You demand, earning you a sigh from him.

Of course, he completely ignores you, walking over and seating himself at the bar, giving you a smirk that has your blood boiling in more ways than one.  

Fucking dimples…

“What did I just say?” You can’t help but bite out.

He just leans over and rests his elbow on the bar, resting his chin in his palm as he studies you.

“Still as feisty as ever, aren’t you?” He says softly with a look that implies he’s loving every moment of this.

You just roll your eyes, turning around to straighten some bottles to keep yourself busy.  

“You know, you could offer me a drink, you’re not being very friendly…” He taunts.

“You’re not a customer, Namjoon. Don’t get too comfortable, it won’t be long before this storm tires itself out and-”

With your back to him, you hadn’t noticed that he’d gotten up and rounded the bar until he’s pressing his chest against you.

You tense as his damp clothes seep into your own, his arms slipping around your waist as he leans in to nuzzle your neck.

“Namjoon-what the fuck are you doing? You’re getting me all wet-!”

His breath tickles your skin as he chuckles and his hands slip from your waist down your hips.

“Am I? Getting you all wet?” He whispers, causing you to turn around in shock, pushing him back.

No fucking way you are going to tell him he’s doing just that and oh does the smile on his face piss you off.

“You’re still such a prick, Joon, doing shit to rile me up.” 

He takes a step towards you again, his eyes taking you in.

“You used to love it when I riled you up."

The bottles clink as you take a step back, running into the shelves.  

“Yeah, used to. Before. Long time ago.” You snap at him, trying to deny that his hungry gaze is making you feel things you shouldn’t be.

You are plenty used to the male gaze, working in a bar, and you easily deflect any advances aimed your way.

But Kim Namjoon is another creature entirely; he always has been when it comes to you.

Despite the sex crazed whirlwind of what could be called your past relationship, things hadn’t ended well and you’d never gotten along since.

Yet here he was, looking at you with that same predatory gaze, making you want to simultaneously slap him and tear his clothing off.

All of this spirals through your head as he closes the distance and grabs the back of your neck, yanking your mouth to his.

Anger and lust rise up like bile within you, and you shove him back once again, the crack of your hand connecting with his cheek registering before the sting on your palm.

Silence fills the void between you as you stare at him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.  

Yet instead of rage or hurt in his eyes, you only see desire and before you can stop yourself, you’re the one crushing your lips to his.

“Fuck-” He growls against your mouth, his tongue plunging in to seek yours out as you grasp a handful of his still damp hair and yank it.

His hands grab your ass to yank your body against his, grinding his obvious erection against your pelvis.

The fuck am I even doing? Echoes in your mind, but you just push it away as his lips leave yours to pepper wet, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.  

“Used to, hm?” He breathes against your neck, one of his hands dropping to slip between your thighs and up your skirt.

A gasp escapes your lips, despite knowing that your encounter was heading this way.

“Kim Namjoon!” You try to protest, but you’re dismayed to hear the desperate whine behind your words.

He doesn’t miss it either and you can feel his lips curling into a smirk against your throat as his fingers dance along the edge of your panties.

“Mmm, yes baby?” He whispers as he wets your pulse with his tongue, following it up with a harsh suck that you just know is going to leave a mark.

He always was one for leaving behind his reminders-

Your hand drops to try to push his hand away from your crotch but he just catches your wrist and pulls it behind your back before pushing your panties aside.

“Joon-” You protest, or at least you think you do; the way his agile fingers plunge through your folds and circle your clit blanks your mind.

“Baby…” He groans, the hiss of pleasure he breathes against your neck before biting down gently has you seeing stars.

You hate how he knows exactly how to touch you, despise how he knows very well that if you wanted him to stop, he would.

The ragged whimper that comes from your throat only urges him on as he pushes one of his fingers into you, his thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive nub.

The only consolation is the way his groans are deepening, his hot breath against your neck coming in quick puffs as he seems to be losing control as quickly as you are.

Before you can manage to formulate another thought, he’s withdrawing his hand abruptly to spin you around and bend you over the bar.

“Fuck, I missed your ass, baby-” He rasps out as he yanks your skirt up, using one of his palms to hold you down to admire you for a moment.

You reach out to grab the edge of the bar in front of you, clinging onto it as the sound of him unbuckling his belt and freeing himself from his pants mixes with the harsh ragged breathing from both of you.

You fully expect him to just thrust into you, but you’re shocked when he suddenly drops to his knees behind you and takes two handfuls of your ass.

“NAMJOON!” You cry out as his tongue plunges into you twice before he drags it up from your clit to your ass, then back down again.

Your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the bar as he buries his nose into you and all but growls into your cunt.

His hands knead your ass as he spreads you open, using his thumbs to pull your lips apart as he feasts on you. 

“I fucking hate-how good your tongue is-” You cry out as your thighs tremble, and he laughs against your cunt even as said tongue continues to curl and flick against you expertly.

Before you can utter another word he starts sucking harshly on your clit, causing you to jerk back against him and let out a desperate cry.

His teeth nip gently and pull at it, then he pulls his hand back and brings it down on your ass before giving another torturous suck.

If your eyes were open, you know you’d be seeing stars, your climax barreling down on you as he pushes a thumb into you.

“OH FUCK!” You scream as you come, and before you can even register what’s happening, he’s standing and pushing the tip of his cock into your pulsing entrance.

His hand slips up your spine gently as he holds you down, a rough groan escaping him as he bottoms out inside of you.

You’ve yet to even recover from your climax before he pulls his hips back only to thrust back into you, holding himself deep inside of you before repeating the motion.

The way your cunt clenches around him causes him to choke out a moan, and the hand on your spine slips up to grab your shoulder, pulling you back onto him as he starts pounding into you.

“Oh fuck, baby, tell me you missed this; tell me how much you missed me fucking you-” He demands, the hand on your shoulder moving to your throat to pull you up against him, his other hand dropping between your legs to tease at your clit.

The wet noises of your bodies colliding erode the tentative hold you have on your sanity, and you struggle to form words.

A small part of you wants to protest yet you can’t deny that the one thing you’ve both always known is how wild this man drives you.

“Fuck…you…” You stammer out, but he just pulls you against his chest tighter, turning your head to press his lips to your ear as his thumb caresses your pulse.

“Say it…say it, baby…you fucking love my dick buried deep in your sweet, tight little pussy…” He whispers harshly, his hips never losing their rhythm.

His words just heighten the intense pleasure, his deep, rough moans driving you mad as his fingers pinch and tug at your overstimulated clit.

“F-fuck, Joon…oh fuck yes, I fucking-love it-” You stutter, each thrust causing you to gasp as your walls start spasming around him.

He suddenly curses and slaps your clit harshly, then rubs harshly against it as he growls out, “Say it, what do you love? Say it, I’m so fucking close, baby-” 

“I love when you fuck me! Joon, I’m gonna come! Oh fuck, JOON-” You scream, bucking back onto him as you finally let go and clamp around him.

You can’t even process the words and curses leaving his mouth as your vision goes white, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train.

Long, desperate moans echo in your ear as he coaxes you through your climax before he gasps and cries out, pulling out of you suddenly and bending you back over the bar.

His hot cum spurts all over your ass and back as he jerks himself off, each raspy cry and exclamation punctuating another surge of sticky mess on your skin.  

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, slowly coming back to your senses as he rubs the head of his dick through the mess that’s now dripping down your cheeks.

“Fuck…” He gasps out as he looks down at you.

You turn your head to look up at him, unable to stop yourself from admiring those goddamned dimples and the satiated look on his face.

“Missed how sexy my cum looks on your skin, baby…” He grins, biting his lip as he appreciates your sticky backside.

“Asshole.” You mutter, but you can’t help the stupid grin that accompanies it. 

“Hold still…” He hums, stepping away for a moment to grab a clean bar towel to gently clean you up.

“Shame…I should have taken a picture-” 

You finally stand, grabbing the now soiled towel from him and tugging your skirt back down.

“Kim Namjoon, I swear-” You object loudly, but you’re cut off as he crushes his lips to yours, grasping the back of your neck, his arm slipping around your waist to hold you close.

“Mmm..” He hums against your mouth, smiling as your protests die down.

Moments pass before you finally break the kiss, pushing him back to shake your head at him and sigh.

“You’re such a pain, Joon. It’s just my luck that you got stuck here during a storm.” You huff out, but he just smiles as you lick your lips, still tasting him.

He finally pulls his boxers and pants back up, dimples peeking out as he looks up at you.

“Oh baby, it’s not a coincidence…you know I can’t stay away from you for long.” He leans back against the bar beside you, tugging you into his arms as he tips his head back to look at you.

You slap his chest, irritated but somewhere deep down, you’re delighted.

“Stalker.” You accuse him, narrowing your eyes.

He merely grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

“The storm stopped.” You announce, looking out the window, trying to distract yourself from him.

“So…your place or mine?” He grins, nuzzling into your neck.

“Neither!” You protest, but he just nips your shoulder in response.

“Okay, then I’ll just take you to the shower here and fuck you til you can’t stand-”

“KIM NAMJOON!”

“Oh I love how you say my name, baby…”

Much as your pride hurts to admit, you just can’t help yourself with this man.

[craftybarbie]

hi! I don't know you so very sorry if this was a mutuals only thing, but I here are some of my favorite "i now have freetime and want to remember how to breathe again activities" you might like!

🌟 Friendship bracelets!! (the embroidery thread or ribbons kind), easy to learn, 30% of the work is picking colors you vibe with together, super transportable (once started most bracelets are clipped to a clipboard as an anchor point) without any long dangly bits so great for taking outside to sit or on bus/subway, thread is cheap, any unsalvagable projects (hey, it happens when you're Ms. Frizzle-ing life!) can be saved in the naughty project bag to be burned next bonfire if you use cotten thread which is very catharthic, SO many picture-by-picture online tutorials, also, very giftable!!! Make little matching strings to put dibs on people that are yours!! 10/10 Would Recommend

🌟 Bubbles! Adults deserve little joys too, and if you've got like 20 minutes between activities/waiting to go somewhere it only takes up however much time you want it too, it's a tiny thing that can fit in a bag very easily, good for your lungs and also anxiety (bc of the slow controlled breathing), very affordable, adds sparkly little pretty bits to the world, charms passing children and/or other jealous uni students that *don't* have bubbles

🌟 Menu arranging! Learning to cook can be fun but also expensive & frustrating at times, but whether you cook or not one of the best things for having fun with a kitchen is figuring out which of your food items *you* think are nice to have as a little set together, like making a pinterest board for a movie you like but themed around your favorite snacks! Affordable, builds no-pressure creativity brain connevtions, can use colored pens/markers and doodle all over happy little munchies lists, also, can add fun to practicing within grocery budgets!

(Sidenote, there is absolutely nothing stopping you from getting yourself a pretty teacup (especially thifted ones or ones resold online) for like $15-$35 and then just. having little tea parties with yourself? Nothing says you have to put *tea* in a teacup, if you want to put lemonade or chocolate milk in a teacup and feel like a lovely functional adult while watching a tv show about murder that is ✨100%✨ a thing you can do btw, fancy teacups are for *using* and spark joy)

🌟 Origami, I haven't done any in years but a friend taught me to use scrapbooking paper instead or normal origami paper because it's way bigger and comes in *so* many pretty patterns for cheaper, can be a fun group activity, lots of clearly explained tutorials online

🌟 Going to museums but pretending you're a snobby critic the entire time (best done with a friend) or getting museum scavenger hunt lists online to print out and play (also best with a friend, the good lists include things like "selfie mimicking a painting/statue pose" and such)

🌟 Experimenting with fruit infused water! (Dehydration hates to see me coming when I'm not depressed or hyperfixated lol), like fancy hotels/spas put cucumber slices or oranges or berries in a water to sit, you can make a pitcher and leave it in your fridge to be chill and tasty and help you *want* to drink all your water! Very pretty, fun to slice things amd practice knife skills, affordable, good for you! There are many example ideas for combinations to try on pinterest (some are gross but that's okay), or you can get a fun-shaped ice mold or two to make fruit infused icecubes to out in drinks! Makes your kitchen/hands smells nice too, 10/10 summer activity

[also!! I see that @neeeeeklaus recommended the Steam Summer sale and would like to second it! Most specifically two of my favorite games from when i was little are on sale, the Papa's Freezeria and Papa's Pizzaria games are less than $5 each and running a little virtual milkshake or pizza shop makes me happy if you never got to try those when they were Flash games]

Good Luck!!!!

As of yesterday, I have been freed from uni until October and I am already getting bored

Please let me know some hobbies or things I should try? Literally anything!

[pertinax--loculos]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by the always brilliant @thegreatobsesso; as always, thank you! ^_^ I'm going to tag you back, plus @winterandwords, @revenantlore, @space-writes, @sarahlizziewrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @kd-holloman and @artdecosupernova-writing to search their WIPs for the words (or variations thereof): plunge, coy, valid, naked, and rose.

I'm diving into the Old [Redacted] WIP for this (and also chucked it into Scrivener to make the searching easier -- turns out it's only 166k words total so far, which is somehow less than I thought it would be? Honestly this WIP is a fucking beast).

time

Raleigh POV

The stranger narrowed his eyes, raising a hand to block the light. "Who the hell is- wait. You think I'm fucking working with you fundie dicks? The fuck gave you that impression?"

Raleigh had to fight not to splutter. Between the cursing, the casual use of the insult for Members, and the denial of being in on the test, his nervousness was abruptly back full force.

The smirk on the stranger's face intensified. "Take your time. And get that fucking light out of my face."

hono(u)r

Raleigh POV

Raleigh swallowed against a tight throat. This wasn’t an assignment, this was a freaking funeral, a gathering supposed to honour the memory of a passionate young man taken far too soon. And here he was, with the Brotherhood, slithering into the midst of the mourners to poke and prod and tease out information from people at their most vulnerable.

peace

Dash POV

Dash’s jaw locked. He looked away, again, knowing it was cowardly and revealing but unable to stop himself. He was too hungover to deal with this. With all of this, any of this; it was too much, grating against his raw nerves. The modicum of peace he’d felt for those few moments in bed with Alec seemed like a very long time ago. The oxy wasn’t kicking hard enough to smooth the sharpness of all these edges.

war

Raleigh POV

Peter grinned in a way that was clearly supposed to be gregarious but failed to reach his eyes. "Excellent! Okay, so, this place has been abandoned since the War. An old brainbent woman used to live here, a prophecisor, and rumour has it that when she saw the Church was going to win, she hung herself in the attic. Your assignment is to retrieve the rope she used to do the deed."

[vynnyal]

Of all games why this one

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest