#soft nines

[sweeteatercat]

He's my baby...I can't help it 🤖💋

[olipeaksforever]

my mode? depeche. my twins? cocteau. my nails? nine inch. my tv? psychic. my cabaret? voltaire. my coil? mortal. my switchblade? strawberry. my cell? soft. my talk? talk. my gristle? throbbing.

[scealaiscoite]

poly fluff alphabet ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends��� events?

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?

o = open; how open is everyone with one another?

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?

u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?

w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?

[wonryllis]

𝜗𝜚ㅤBABY YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST A DREAM! ( love at first sight with idol!reader )

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗇��𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅!

﹙NOTES.﹚ non!idol enha falling for you. 𖥔 ݁ fluff. reqtd. fem!r. 2569wc. LIB?

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

the one who gets attracted to your light in the struggles of his life. a broke college student working multiple part time jobs to pay for his student loans. an avid listener of kpop who does not have much idea about groups, especially girl groups simply because of his busy life. it's one fateful afternoon when he's on his shift in everland dressed in his heavy bear mascot, barbequing inside drenched in sweat trying to hand out flyers and taking pictures with kids.

too tired he sits on a bench, taking off the head and brushing his wet hair when you appear with a camera seeming to be filming a self vlog. "do you need help?" you ask and heeseung falls into the rabbit hole that very instant. you're so pretty and you're also so sweet and kind, standing with him, helping him out even when you're not obligated to. smiling so beautifully and warmly at him each time he turns to look at you every other minute.

he's lost in his own world trying to make sense how he got such an amazing person to notice him and how everyone seems so interested in the flyers from the moment you step in. you offer him tissues to wipe off his sweat and appraise him for working so hard struggling but still not giving up, heeseung questions if this is real, if you are real.

he does not hesitate to ask for your name surprised when it sounds so familiar and going into a cardiac arrest upon realising you're the same idol he listens to everyday on break, your soothing voice helping him through his day.

you invite him to join you on your vlog and show you around the theme park after he's done working, at this point heeseung is soulless he has no idea how he's functioning but he is. he fumbles around to change as quick as he can after he's off, putting on as much deodrant as he can afraid of smelling sweaty around you. "thank you so much for hanging out with me!" you give him a hug at the end, "no thank you so much for helping me out," he'll never be able to get over this.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

the one who keeps crossing paths with you like destiny, a thin line between reality and falling so hard for a celebrity. you start as his airport crush, one on whom once he lays his eyes they follow everywhere. he takes in every little detail about you from across the room watching you sit in the waiting area wondering if you're on the same flight. he feels like he's seen you somewhere but he can't bring himself to remember.

it is when he spots the various people you're surrounded with, he realises you're an idol, not understanding how he seems to have seen you before but not having clear memory of it, like how can he forget someone like that.

nevertheless he's hooked, anyone can see with the way he keeps glancing in your direction time and again. some of the crew members notice him immediately, trying to gesture to you subtly. and it works when you lock eyes the next time he looks, he turns away at the speed of light face heating up and the tip of ears getting red, he definitely gave himself away. but what to do he's so bad at pretending.

visibly upset when he sees you boarding a different flight. but fate appears to be on his side when two days later he spots you again on the streets of athens filming some group content. he's a little hesitant to do anything. he leaves to look the surrounding shops only to come back again and again to watch you.

you're on break the fourth time he does it and you lock eyes again, jay literally freezes in his spot he doesn't know what to do, feeling like his heart would jump right out onto his palms as he watches you get up and walk towards him. "hey," you speak waving to him as you stop a freaking few inches away from him. "yeah," jay mumbles, voice so cold he regrets it in a second with your face turning confused at his bleak response,"i mean hey, i'm just really nervous right now," oh my god he can't believe he also said that like jay?? "mhm," you smile,"that's cute," jay stopped working.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍

the one who falls at a chance encounter, one look and he's mesmerized. a die hard baseball fan, attending one of the matches where your group is set to perform a song. he had no clue about it but who is he to complain cause the moment he spots you, he can't take his eyes off of you, you dance so prettily, the way you move your body he's beyond hypnotized.

and your voice don't get him started at that it's like a siren calling for him, luring him into a trap he can't ever escape from. a little disappointed when the performance is over, keeps trying to find you in the crowd, looking for your pretty face amidst the others.

once he finds your seat, he's staring continuously, if not that then every two seconds. the game is long forgotten he doesn't give a shit who's winning and losing. for him the win here lies on watching you do everything. the way you smile at your members so softly, how your laugh seems to be so addicting even of he can barely hear it, when you're munching on snacks, cheering on the players from time to time. nothing's ever been this interesting to watch, nothing can beat this not even a match of his favourite teams.

had he known about you earlier he would have done everything in his power to attend every fansign, grabbing every opportunity to meet you, to be able to see you up close and talk to you, listen to your pretty voice telling him literally anything and everything.

he tries finding ways to meet you, looking closely to see if he can encounter a situation where he supposedly comes across you accidentally and compliment your performance, talking about how well you did. and lucky for him he does get that chance when he least expects it.

sad and dejected at the end of the performance, just leaving the venue when you bump into him all alone. his entire world shakes so excited he might burst any second. "your performance was so good i couldn't take my eyes off of you," he blurts out, "thanks, i noticed you looking, a lot actually," someone bury him right now.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

the one who has no interest in kpop, he's literally got no clue about any idol and he doesn't even give a fuck about it. he's super career oriented person who supposedly has no time for all this bullshit he says. but the moment he lays eyes on you, the pretty barista on the other side of the counter of his favourite cafe he cannot help rethinking about his ways of life.

he swears he's never seen someone so beautiful ever, there's just something about you that somehow seems to keep drawing him towards you. he wonders if you're new or has he always been this blind.

the way you smile when he enters through the door, welcoming him so sweetly, the light from outside falling on your face so gorgeously he stutters for the first time in forever. boy cannot form the proper words, he fumbles on his regular order, forgets to tell his name and keeps staring and gawking so awkwardly at you, he's convinced you think of him as a creep.

almost leaves the cafe literally a step out the door before he decides he cannot let this chance go and rushes like a loser over to the front, waiting as you attend to another customer. chewing on his bottom lip and hands fiddling all sweaty with nervousness.

"yes? how can i help you?" oh my god you're still so sweet, his heart skips several beats, "uhm i- well number- pretty- no i wondering- your pretty number- i meant can i-" he's never hated himself as much he does right this moment, the most important moment of his life. "my number?" you giggle and he literally melts for real,"yeah," smiling like an idiot in love. is shocked to find out you're an idol shooting a variety show, scolding himself internally for having no idea and feeling so embarrassed.

boy thinks he has lost it now, there's no way- until "did you check your cup?" if park sunghoon could put into words what he feels now he'd write an entire essay, he's so fallen, he can't get up anymore, breaking his own rules.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎

the one who goes to support his friend and ends up getting attracted unexpectedly and unintentionally. boy has a lot of friends and friends of friends and so many girl friends and he's never ever felt the way he felt it immediately in a microsecond for you. it's like you stepped on stage just to capture his heart. he's been friends with her since middle school and the biggest supporter of her idol career. it's her first concert and he's booked frontline seat, having always watched only her famcams he's never really paid attention or noticed her members.

so the first time he sees you is live on stage right in front his eyes, so lost in watching you he can barely remember why he came initially.

your outfits compliment you so good, the way you seem so passionate and happy about what you're doing is so contagious to him. he so immersed in watching you, he doesn't realize how quickly it gets over, it's somehow good through because kept thinking about meeting you backstage with the special entry he would get for his friend.

he waits impatiently in the dressing room, legs bouncing in nervousness and excitement. he smiles and goes for a hug with his friend first, his eyes subtly trained on you, beaming with happiness when his friend introduces you to him.

repeating your name in his mind again and again,"your name is as pretty as you," he says smiling so so cutely at you trying to work his charms. everyone in the room can see it just how interested he is in you, leaving you both to talk and busying themselves in other things. it's struck by love at once for him but probably not for you, he understands that and knows it's best to be friends even though he wishes for may something more than that.

he tries not to overwhelm you while still complimenting you for every little thing. "you're so talented you had me mesmerized the entire concert," sunoo that's not subtle.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

the one who has been silently watching from afar for so long, cherishing every glimpse. a cat cafe owner who waits for every sunday just so he can watch you playing with the cats and kittens from his corner in the shop too afraid to ever talk to you.

the first time he saw you was during new years eve, about to close the cafe in the evening when in came the last customer, his about to be favourite customer. you vibes were so soft and warm, treating the little babies so tenderly and the way you seemed so relaxed jungwon fell for that aura around you, the comfort and genuineness you emanated.

he fell so hard, he couldn't even bother to tell you to leave even when it was way past his closing time and there were numerous missed calls from his friends for their new year party. leaves for a split second to stick a happy new year note on your shoes because baby can't bring himself to say it to your face, it doesn't help that you're super pretty and that he's shy as fuck.

he's super disappointed in himself for letting you leave like that, that day. cursing himself for being an introvert every day that goes by and he doesn't see you again.

when you visit again the next weekend he's so elated he can't describe it in words, he offers you an on the house drink, something he wouldn't have ever done for anyone, you just happen to be a special someone he's fallen for at first sight and every other glance. he's whipped and he's down bad but he's a loser and he can't approach you especially after coming across a video of you performing at an award show and realising you're an idol.

though not fully satisfied he's content to see a sight of you others don't know about, including moments of you napping surrounded by cats you love. he can see you go there for your alone time so he chooses not to disturb you "i hope we can be friends someday," his note says, the one he leaves on your table the day he gathers enough courage.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

the one who happens to be right across the door, bumping into you just at the right time all the damn time. there's been a lot of times riki is running late for things. once again he's late opening. his door in a hurry so does someone else right on the other side both bumping into each other. you look up for a split second before rushing back inside and closing the door on his face. he's flabbergasted but he's also so captivated. was such a pretty girl always living next door to him? or did the moving trucks he saw yesterday were yours?

the door opens again as you peek out slightly closing it shut again when you see him still standing there, are you shy? he wonders just then the door opens again and this time there's another girl stepping out with you trailing behind with your head down, a cap and mask on.

he recognises the other girl, saw her appear on one of the variety show he watches regularly and then realizes you must be an idol, "it suits her," he thinks out loud slapping a hand on his mouth when you turn to look back with eyes. shit. the next day he bumps into you again and then again the next day and also the day after. and with each time you seem to scurry away faster than before.

normally he wouldn't care at all but he's honestly been so bewitched by you since the moment he saw you he can't stop thinking about you, searching up your videos and watching you constantly.

"wait!" he tries to stop you once but you look at him weird and run off so quick he's baffled, worried he scares you too much. he didn't even do anything though?

"hey, just wanted to let you know i don't mean any harm, just wanted to introduce myself and maybe be friends? i know you're an idol but it doesn't matter to me, i won't snitch or anything if that's what you're scared about. xoxo, your next door neighbour, riki." he waits behind his door and slips the note from under after noticing you walk out of yours from the peephole. "hey," he steps out when you smile reading it.

TAGLIST ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie

[itz-pandora]

Some misc Nine sketches I did yesterday

[chaos-theoryyy]

I love the RK trio and their "QuanticDream made us enemies because they knew we'd be unstoppable as canon allies" energy

These three mean so much to me

Plus what I think their dynamic looks like (I interpret it VERY differently than most other fans) 👇

[redfirefox-55]

Kuafu <3

[professionalfacesitter]

New Set 💅🏾

Do you like ☺️

[heartsfortwotpot]

hopefully the last and final nine redesign

[lesbianpepsi]

Enid: I'm incredibly fast at math.

Wednesday: Alright, what's 38 x 76?

Enid: 24

Wednessday: That's not even close.

Enid: But it was fast.

[buffetlicious]

Went out with mum to go try out a newly opened restaurant at Sun Plaza. After dinner, we were on the way down to NTUC supermarket in the basement when we chanced upon McDonald’s Singapore new pineapple flavour soft serve. Mum said she wanted the ice cream so I queued for two of the Pineapple Cones (S$1.20 each). I love the tangy sweet flavour of real pineapple, not akin to the syrupy canned pineapple kind though mum doesn’t fancy it. I will be back for it before this limited item ends it run.

Still on the ice cream cone but this time it is Signature KingCone (魔天脆脆) from Chinese ice cream and tea chain Mixue (蜜雪冰城). I normally will not buy this dessert if the queue is too long but the S$1 soft serve cone with the extra crispy long waffle cone is pretty nice and yummy.

The last one is a free dessert I redeemed with my rewards card from Nine Fresh (九鲜). The Abundance Cup (金薯芋豆黑白配) is worth S$3.80 and comes with bean curd, grass jelly, red bean, sweet potato, yam and taro balls.

Selected images courtesy of McDonald’s Singapore and Nine Fresh.

[sysig]

An eye for a life, unquestionably worth it (Patreon)

[piyo13sdoodles]

day 16 with a chapter 41:

He told Kiri to send word about the announcement, looked in on the rest of his family to ensure Gaudy had them all in hand, and went off to the barracks to speak to Commander Omo. He found him sitting in his room in the dark, looking down at the golden smudges marking his hands and arms. When Cliopher (guided there by a visibly worried young guardsman) entered, he did not look up.

[fl0wrmzy]

Shoulder to shoulder: Chapter 1

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chapter 2

a/n: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes that may have occurred. This took me a while to write; I'm sorry. The first draft was a mess 😭😭

summary: Jake takes a liking to the random sleepy stranger who he always sits next to on the subway.

w.c.: 5k

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The subway car rocked gently as Jake adjusted his seat, trying to make himself comfortable without drawing attention. Y/N sat next to him, her head bobbing slightly as sleep threatened to overtake her. Jake noticed her struggling to stay awake and smiled to himself. She was clearly exhausted—a feeling he could relate to after long shifts at the precinct.

Moments later, her head gently lolled onto his shoulder. Jake froze, not wanting to disturb her. He glanced around the subway car, hoping no one noticed how flustered he was.

Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked up at Jake, her fair cheeks flushing pink. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, sitting up straight and rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

Jake smiled warmly, hoping to put her at ease. “No worries. Happens all the time. I guess I just have a trustworthy shoulder.”

Y/N smiled sleepily, but her expression shifted to mild panic as she patted her lap. “Where are my glasses?” she muttered.

Jake reached into his jacket pocket and held up her glasses, slightly bent but still intact. “Saved them from getting crushed by a guy with questionable hygiene,” he said, flashing his badge instinctively. “Detective Jake Peralta.”

Y/N’s face lit up as she took them. “Wow, thank you. That’s really kind of you… Detective.” She gave him a small smile, slipping her glasses back on. “I’m Y/N Y/S/N, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jake said, his voice genuinely warm. Before he could say anything more, she glanced out the window, and her eyes widened.

“Oh, this is my stop!” She said, standing up quickly and clutching her bag. “Thanks again, Jake.”

Jake gave her a small wave, his heart doing a somersault. “You’re welcome.”

As the subway doors closed behind her, Jake leaned back in his seat, letting out a long breath. The faint scent of her shampoo lingered on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe he’d finally spoken to her.

Later that night, Jake sat at his desk in the precinct, staring at a blank report on his computer. His mind kept wandering back to Y/N. Her sleepy smile, the way she’d looked genuinely grateful when he’d handed her glasses—it was all stuck on replay in his brain.

Boyle leaned over his desk, raising an eyebrow. “Jake, why are you smiling like that? You look like you just found out Die Hard is getting a sequel.”

Jake snapped out of his trance. “What? No. I’m… uh, just thinking about a case. A really good one. Super intense.” Jake was so caught up he didn’t correct Boyle on how Die Hard had a sequel and 4 other movies after that.

Boyle squinted. “Uh-huh. Is this ‘case’ a woman you met on the subway?”

Jake’s eyes widened. “How did you…?”

“You have a very specific grin for subway crushes. Spill.”

Jake groaned but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. I met someone. Her name’s Y/N. She fell asleep on my shoulder, I saved her glasses, we talked a little, and then she left.”

“Did you get her number?” Boyle asked eagerly.

“No,” Jake said, deflating slightly. “But it’s fine. I’ll see her again. Probably. Maybe.”

“Jake, you’re a detective! Use your skills. Find her. But, you know, not in a creepy way.”

Jake hesitated. Boyle was right—he had the tools to find her. But he wanted it to feel organic. Real. Still, his curiosity got the better of him. A quick social media search couldn’t hurt, right?

Later that night, Jake sat at his desk in the precinct, scrolling through social media. It had taken some light detective work (entirely within ethical bounds, of course), but he’d managed to find her profile.

Graphic designer... Her bio was simple but gave Jake enough to imagine her life outside their subway rides. He clicked through her posts, smiling at pictures of her projects and the occasional blurry selfie. There was one of her at a museum, captioned: “Where the art inspires my art.” (the post)

Jake’s grin widened. “She’s cool,” he said to himself.

He leaned back, holding his phone above him. “Okay, Peralta. Chill. You’re just… getting to know her. That’s normal.” But as he scrolled further, he felt his chest tighten. She wasn’t just cool; she was amazing. And the more he learned about her, the harder he fell.

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The next morning, Jake arrived at the subway platform earlier than usual. He told himself it was purely coincidental. He wasn’t waiting for her or anything. Definitely not.

The train pulled in, and Jake stepped on, glancing around the car. No sign of Y/N. He sank into a seat, trying to shake off the disappointment.

“Detective Peralta?”

Jake’s head snapped up. There she was, standing a few feet away, holding onto the handrail. Her smile was warm, and it was impossible not to smile back.

“Y/N! Hey! Uh, good morning,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.

She stepped closer, gripping the pole next to his seat. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” Jake said, quickly scooting over to make room. His heart raced as she sat down.

“So,” Y/N began, adjusting her bag. “Detective Peralta, huh? That sounds like an action hero name.”

Jake grinned. “It’s just part of the job. You know, stopping crime, catching bad guys, making the world a safer place… no big deal.”

Y/N laughed, and Jake felt like he’d won the lottery. “Well, thanks again for saving my glasses.”

“Glad to help,” Jake said. “Though now I’m curious. What keeps you so busy that you’re falling asleep on strangers’ shoulders?”

“Graphic design. Deadlines and caffeine are my life right now,” she admitted with a sheepish smile.

“That sounds intense. Any downtime in the mix?” Jake asked.

“Not much. But I’m trying to find a balance. You?” Y/N asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Downtime? What’s that? Pretty sure I’ve forgotten what weekends feel like,” Jake joked, earning another laugh.

The train slowed as it approached the next station. Y/N glanced at the doors and stood up. “This is my stop. Good luck with those weekends, Detective.”

Jake smiled. “Thanks. Have a good one, Y/N.”

She gave him a small wave as the doors opened. “You too.”

As the doors closed behind her, Jake leaned back in his seat, grinning like an idiot. Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

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a/n: I have no idea if this is good enough; I need feedback. Episode 2 will be out soon. trust🙏🙏

[kryptonianheroao3]

Enid, Yoko, Bianca and Divina are sat around Enid’s bed in her shared dorm when Yoko reveals her plan to prank Wednesday.

Bianca: Wednesday hates pranks. This is gonna backfire, Yoko.

Yoko: It’ll be fine. I'll... move her desk a foot to the left.

Enid, panicked: What? She’ll be so angry.

Yoko: Okay, five inches.

Enid: Five?

Yoko: Three?

Enid: Three?!

Yoko: One?

Enid: One?!

Yoko: Alright, I'll move it a half inch.

Enid: It's your funeral.

Yoko mumbles as she shifts the desk: Worst prank ever. So stupid. She’s not even going to notice.

Wednesday enters the dorm as Yoko sits down gloomily.

Wednesday: Good afternoon.

She puts her bag on the desk but stops for a second, realizing something is off.

Wednesday: You guys... my desk, it's...

Wednesday begins chuckling to herself and the group watches in alarm as Wednesday breaks out into riotous laughter as she turns to face them.

Wednesday: You're crazy! How did you pull this off?!

[stariel-and-stuff]

JUST ORDERED MY SNAILS T-SHIRT!!! I haven’t got Grian merch (or any merch tbh I’ve only ever bought his) since those Mumbo Sahara shirts, I’m so happy!!