#squid pad for writing

[kailoweenie]

I find it funny how my two squid game fics so far is pretty fluffy for the female characters and then here I am...live laugh love Kang Dae-ho

Uh, this is not exactly NSFW but it's a short imagine of making out with Dae-ho and a little hair pulling because I'm having thoughts about that man

It's nothing smutty, but putting a 18+ warning just in case😭

Hair pulling with Dae-ho but he's the one getting his hair pulled....not like anything hard, just a little tug ya know. Especially when you're making out with him, it's one of the few things he doesn't mind you doing to him despite involving a bit of pain.

Hell he'd even groan a bit into your mouth, his hands getting more touchy on your sides, eagerly grazing his fingers against any flesh he can find.

He absolutely loves when you tug on his hair, only to softly soothe his scalp with your fingers afterwards. His eyes fluttering close as he feels the soft pads of your fingers smoothing back his hair.

The fact you'd take his comfort into consideration just makes him even more in love with you.

I'm writing another thing about his hair too LOL, but the fic I'm writing for him is more fluff. Idk I don't think I'll be doing any full on smut anytime soon😭

[xoamiiren]

I SEA YOU, ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 jelly fish vs. goldfish

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, Jungwon realizes he loves you far more than the oceans he studies. PAIRING. marine bio major bf!jungwon x painting major gf!reader GENRE. fluff, friends to lovers WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing

ren note ୨୧ this was incredibly cute to write.

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Journal Entry O1: July 3rd

There’s something quietly cinematic about the way Jungwon moves through the world, his sneakers worn, frayed laces dragging against the ground, and his sea creature t-shirts thin and faded from too many washes clinging to his skin. His fingers are always curled around the strap of his camera, the weight of it a comforting presence on his chest. A worn tote bag slung over his shoulder carrying scribbled journals and books on marine life., and a different marine creature hangs from the strap on a keychain. His quiet eyes—cat-like and sharp—seem to study everything around him with an intensity he doesn’t speak aloud.

But today, like every day you’re near, his gaze rises — he notices you. You sit on a sun-warmed bench, sketchbook balanced on your knee, your hand lost in a flurry of movements. Y/N, a painting major, a dreamer. You wear flowy skirts that swish gently with the breeze, intricate crochet tops that speak of warmth and softness, your belly piercing always peeking out under the sun. You were always surrounded by a halo of color — paint smudged on your hands, your cheeks, even a few streaks on your pretty clothes.

Today, you were sketching jellyfish. And today, Jungwon feels the courage, unlike most days to approach. Without thinking, shy and hesitant, yet driven by something he doesn’t quite understand.

“Jellyfish actually have...,” his voice is soft as his finger hovers over your sketchbook., correcting a tiny detail with a shy shake of his head. You pause, you blink, and you smile too, wide and beautiful. A beautiful, full smile that makes Jungwon’s heart stumble in his chest. You change the drawing without hesitation, based on his correction, like it mattered to you.

You think he’s cute. Jungwon thinks You’re breathtaking.

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Journal Entry O2: July 5th

You cross paths again, in that unintentional, serendipitous way two people bound by an invisible string tend to do.

In the bustling hallway, Jungwon notices you first, again — catching sight of the familiar sway of your lacy skirt. The soft yellow paint smudge on your cheek standing out like a tiny splash of life in the world around you. You notices him too, this time, catching sight of the new little keychain that hangs from his bag. A dolphin.

You say nothing at first, only stare at him until he feels your eyes on him. With the gentleness of someone handling glass, he reaches out and brushes the paint off your cheek with the pad of his thumb, pulling away just as fast. He doesn’t say a word. He never does. He never knows what to say, but your smile says enough for the both of you. Your eyes drop to his bag, noticing the whale keychain.

You exchange no words, but in that quiet moment, Jungwon feels a connection forming, like the pull of the tide. His eyes seem to soften, studying you not as something distant, but something he could grow closer to.

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Journal Entry O3: July 7th

“Tell me an ocean fact.”

Your voice comes with the breeze, fluttering toward him as he sits alone on the stone wall, camera resting in his lap. Jungwon lifts his eyes, squinting against the sun, startled, and just… stares. His mouth opens, then closes. He can’t seem to find any words. The moment lingers awkwardly, but you just laugh, a light sound like wind chimes, and walks away with a wave.

He feels embarrassed, even hours later, as the memory of your request gnaws at him. He should have said something. Thinking of all the ocean facts he knows, which would you find the coolest? He wanted to be cool to you.

The next day, as you leave your class, Jungwon catches you by the sleeve.

“Squids have three hearts…” His words are rushed, awkward, but earnest, and he holds up three fingers as if to demonstrate.

You’re stunned. He’s scared. His chocolate orbs were blown wide, studying your reaction with nervous intensity. Your eyes light up, and you find it adorable that he remembered to tell you a simple fact — and that he had chased you down to share it.

Before walking away, he reaches into his tote bag and pulls out something small. A squid keychain. It dangles from his fingers, delicate and clear.

“For you,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushed as he hands it to you. You take it with a soft thank you, attaching it to your own bag immediately.

When you look up, he’s gone again.

Jungwon feels something warm unfurling in his chest.

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Journal Entry O4: July 9th

Jungwon doesn’t talk much, but he begins to open up to you, little by little.. You talk enough for both of you. Your stories spill out like paint from a tube, vivid and chaotic. But somehow you're still always charming.

And he listens, smiling quietly to himself as you walk across campus, or when you walk together after class, the squid keychain now dangling from your bag. He likes listening as you speak with your hands. Your hands always smudged with paint, your sketchbook always bulging with papers and doodles. You always lead the conversation with ease.

Always…

One day, as you sit together on the grass, Jungwon notices that you smell like lavender and something sweet, while you notice that Jungwon smells faintly of citrus, and that his soft sandy locks catch the sun in a way that makes your heart stutter.

You like the way he stares out at the world, thoughtful and observant, always just a little bit removed but never distant. Jungwon likes the way your lips curl when you laugh, full and soft, your joy infectious. He likes the way your hands are always working on something creative, bringing beauty into the world with every stroke of your pencil or brush.

He finds himself wanting to be part of your world, even if it means just quietly standing by your side.

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Journal Entry O5: July 10th

The aquarium was Jungwon’s idea, though he mumbled the invitation, unsure of how to ask.

“Want to go to the aquarium?”

The question came unexpectedly one afternoon, as you parted ways after class. His voice is small, barely there, but you hear it. You always hear him… You say yes. He’s surprised you said yes.

You wander the quiet halls of the aquarium. You walk in silence at first, but it’s the comfortable kind, your pinkies brushing every so often until, near the shark exhibit, Jungwon’s fingers finally curl around yours and you both look straight ahead into the glass covered ocean before you.

Later, under the glass bridge, where the ocean swirls above you, Jungwon kisses you, soft and hesitant, his lips barely brushing yours before he pulls away, cheeks burning. You blush too, but he chases your lips for another taste, a quiet desperation in his eyes that makes your heart leap.

Even later, you kiss again in secret, more firm this time, hidden by the dim light of the jellyfish tanks, your glowing forms casting an ethereal light on your flushed faces.

Jungwon decides he likes kissing you.

You decide you like being kissed by Jungwon.

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Journal Entry O6: July 12th

Your dates are small and sweet. You bring him to the museum, where you explain the brushstrokes of paintings with the same enthusiasm Jungwon has for sea creatures. Jungwon listens, his eyes always observing, always studying you as you talk, as if memorizing every detail of your face.

In turn, he takes you to the beach, where you roll up your skirt and Jungwon, his pants, splashing through the shallow waves like kids. You kiss in the sand, salt on your lips and in your hair, your head resting on his chest as you lie under the vast sky.

One afternoon, you visit the pet store. A tiny goldfish catches Jungwon’s eye, its golden scales glittering under the light. You watch him, the way he presses his hands to the glass, his eyes wide with wonder. Without thinking twice, he buys the fish, and you bring it to his home together, its little bowl nestled in Jungwon’s arms.

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Journal Entry O7: July 14th

In his new apartment, you spend afternoons tangled together on his mattress on the floor, you doodle little fish on Jungwon’s arm, your pen gliding over his skin in lazy strokes while he lies back on the thin sheets, watching you with soft eyes. The fan whirs above you, your thin clothes sticking to your skin as the summer heat seeps through the open window.

“I believe in mermaids,” he whispers one day, his voice barely audible over the fan as he rests his head on the plushness of your thighs, staring up at you like the stars in the sky.

You turn from the window, head down to look at him, curious.

“I think you’re a mermaid.”

Your lips part in surprise before breaking into a grin. And for the first time, you lean down to kiss him, with all the gentleness of the tide washing over the shore, your hand cupping his cheek. Jungwon’s heart swells in his chest…

Jungwon loves you.

And you, you love Jungwon too.

[heavenlytouches]

I see youre writing for squid game characters, can you make a oneshot about painting Thanoses nails?

Hii babyy <3 Thank you so much for a great request! Let's jump in and paint some nails! do you feel bonita?

El <3

Thanos- splash of color

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

Helping Thanos with his manicure

Thanos

The bass thrums through your chest, a low, comforting rumble that's become the soundtrack to your evenings. This is Thanos's home studio, a chaotic haven of wires, instruments, and half-written lyrics scrawled on every available surface. You love it here, especially when it's just the two of you.

"Yo, sunshine, you ready to make this great man look fly?"

Thanos's voice, laced with amusement, pulls you out of your reverie. He’s lounging on the oversized leather couch, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. His purple hair is a mess, and he's wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowing his hands.

You giggle, setting the small tray of nail polishes and cotton pads on the coffee table.

"Ready when you are, you big goofball."

He dramatically throws his head back and groans.

"Did you just call me a goofball? I'm a lyrical genius, a rap god, a–"

"A dork who needs a manicure?"

You finish for him, popping open the first nail polish bottle. The scent of chemicals mixes with the lingering smell of incense and the faint undercurrent of his signature cologne.

Thanos grins, the light glinting off the silver ring in his ear.

"Alright, alright, you win. But you better make these paws look good, I got a music video shoot tomorrow and the camera don’t lie."

He holds out his hands, the muscles in his forearms flexing under his sweater. He has long, slender fingers, and the idea of painting them makes you smile.

You take his left hand first, gently resting it in yours. His skin is warm beneath your fingertips, a comforting weight. You carefully begin to paint his thumb a vibrant green.

"So, why the green thumb?"

Thanos asks, tilting his head to watch you work.

"Because it reminds me of you when we first met in the park," you explain, concentrating on applying the polish without smudging. "You were trying to feed the pigeons, remember? And you had this huge green stain on your t-shirt from a spilled smoothie."

He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through you.

"Ah, yes. The legendary smoothie incident. You thought I was a menace, a bird-chasing hooligan."

"I thought you were endearing,"

you correct softly, switching to the purple polish for his index finger.

"A bit of a menace, maybe, but mostly endearing. You still are."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, babe."

He winks, and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, your heart fluttering anyway.

The purple flows smoothly over his nail, the rich hue a stark contrast to his skin tone. You carefully do the middle finger with a dark blue.

“This one is wild, just like your lyrics, you know?”

You murmur.

"You actually listen to those ramblings?"

He asks, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

"Of course, you goof. They're amazing."

You pause, then add,

"Besides, you sneak little messages in there just for me, don't you?"

A faint blush dusts across his cheeks, a rare sight that makes your stomach flip.

"Maybe...."

He mumbles, looking away. You can tell he's trying to play it cool, but you see the corners of his mouth twitch.

The ring finger is next, a bold red.

“This one’s for your passion, always burning bright.”

You say, your voice soft.

Finally, the pinky gets a coat of calming beige.

“And this one’s just a bit like you, warm and comfy when you’re not trying to be all gangste.,”

You tease.

You step back to admire your work, your fingers still tingling from the contact with his skin. Each nail a burst of color, a small piece of you on him. Thanos holds his hands up, turning them this way and that, his eyes sparkling.

"Damn, sunshine. You outdid yourself. These are fire."

He declares, a genuine smile splitting his face.

"When will I do yours, huh? Next time?"

You laugh, moving to kiss him on his cheek.

"Only if you promise to let me pick the colors."

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Anything for you, mi amor. Anything."

He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes he adds-

“Maybe I was a bit of a douche before. Sorry sunshine.”

“You always are, but I still love you.”

You state, leaning into him.

The bass continues to thrum, the warm sounds of the city filtering through the thick walls. In the heart of his chaotic world, with colorful nails and the promise of soft kisses, you find your own perfect little love story right here with him.

Also, here is the nail design! (Thank you 'jullnegative' on Pinterest <3)

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[silvercoloredskiess]

In the name of love - Square Guard Lee Sang-jun x reader

Note: It's been a bit since I finished Squid Game, so I forgot exactly how the beginning went. Some of this is just to fit the story. Not exactly the most logical :-P

Hopefully this isn't terrible writing. I tried

Reader isn't implied to have a specific gender.

Have fun reading!

Word count: 1,093 words

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You were one of the very last players alive, after all that brutality of the mingle game, which you barely survived. It was disheartening peeking out the small slit window of your door, seeing everyone in the main room get killed. If only these games had ended after the last game, which was already brutal. But of course, that damn older man leading the big group all with blue "O" pad on their jackets had managed to convince them to vote against everyone's best interest.

However, Gi-hun and Young-il had created a plan to rebel against the administrators of the game. They shared it to everyone on the X-side, and after an extremely long bloody lights-out between the X's and O's, you couldn't bear it anymore. Turns out Gi-hun's plan wasn't too solid.

The guards were soon unleashed to confront the rebellion. But with Hyun-ju's weapon experience and some people's help, almost all the guards were killed. Though admittedly you had absolutely no experience with using guns so you just had to sit and watch with some of the others.

But there was one guard who was left, and they were running for the door. Unfortunately for the guard, the doors closed on them too early. So now they were cornered. Gi-hun urged them to take their mask off or else they would die, so they did. You witnessed it with great surprise; the man under the mask was the most handsome man you had seen. It wasn't the time and place for romance, but you couldn't stop this feeling.

Were you... in love?

No, no. Not to a guard. Who helped to facilitate all of this craziness. But the fearful expression on his face and his stuttered responses to being held at gunpoint made it clear he reluctantly became a guard. You got closer to the confrontation to hear what everyone was saying.

The guard said he would lead the group to the control room, and you followed for some odd reason. Despite the warnings of the people back in the lobby of the dangerous thing you were about to do. Despite the fact you could literally hear gunshots from the way to the control room. You just had to make sure the guard man, whoever his name is, is safe.

It wasn't like you had much to lose back at home. You were willing to do this in the name of love.

You grabbed a dagger you found on the ground and went on your way, behind everyone else who had a gun in their hand. On went a shooting battle between the other guards and the rebellious players. Gi-hun and Young-il were being guided to the control room by the mysterious guard boy.

But you knew something wasn't right. From where you were hiding, you saw a new guard with a gun out, aimed at the three. As if it was out of instinct, you bolted toward them with your fastest speed, and lunged at the boy, unintentionally pinning him to the ground. But you both were safe from the gunshots since you were under their line of view

Gi-hun and Young-il's eyes widened at the sight. Weren't you supposed to be staying back waiting for this rebellion to end? You weren't supposed to be in this if you didn't have a gun and couldn't fight. And they were right. But the boy under you was even more surprised; the poor boy was flustered at how you pinned him to the ground!

You didn't realize and quickly got off of him, telling him quickly that you just wanted to protect him. He thanked you, getting a little flustered before handing Gi-hun his mask so he and Young-il could access the control room. Young-il told the two of you to flee the scene as it wasn't safe. And so you both crawled behind the wall where some other more prominent players were constantly shooting and reloading their guns. No ounce of calmness here.

Once you two got to the lobby, everyone there was surprised to see you and the guard coming back.

"TRAITOR!" one yelled at you, pointing their finger in your direction.

You composed yourself before standing in front of the boy. "He's not evil! I can tell he did the job out of reluctance. Just like how we're in here for the same reason. Let's have some empathy."

The guard boy hugged you from behind, tears rolling from his eyes. You felt sorry for him, and brought him to your bed to rest. Your face was only inches from his when you checked up on him, trying to get him to relax. You even hummed a lullaby to help him sleep.

His face was extremely red. He loved you as well, seeing how much you cared for someone you barely knew. He mumbled,

"Why did you come out and save me? I'm just a disposable guard anyways..."

You sighed, "You're the opposite of disposable. Even if we just met, I felt an attraction to you-"

You realized what you just said and stuttered. You basically just confessed to him!

The boy giggled a little. "Y'know, with how heroic you were, I'm starting to feel this unexplainable feeling too. I know we might not have long, actually I don't even know what's going on next. But I'm glad you saved me. I hope the admin doesn't realize I'm a runaway guard.." his voice turned serious.

"You can change into a player's clothing if you'd like. Just use the clothes of one of the dead players lying in this room."

And so he did, changing in the bathroom and coming out. He replaced the dead player's clothes with his guard uniform. He looked like a totally different guy. He laid in your bed and you cuddled him for a while, some of the players still giving disapproving looks.

"When do you think we'll get out of here? When will this rebellion be done so we can all be free?" the boy asked you with wide innocent eyes.

"I'm not sure. That's the question that's on everyone's mind right now. But as long as we're with each other, I'm sure it'll be alright. We might as well make most of what we have." You stated, hugging him tighter.

"T-thank you again for saving someone like me..." he said again, before falling asleep. You were meaning to ask his name, but you didn't want to disturb his rest. He needed it, just like you did after staying up all night for Gi-hun's plan.

[jalicecookie]

Little Climbing Champ!

A little Gift for @n1daehodefender and her work that inspired me to write this little Post. I totally love the Idea of the Squid Game Boys with their Babys and like to give you this Gift <3 - Check out her Storys, her writing is so good!

Summary: You wake up extra early on a Sunday morning and try to climb out of your bed with one goal - to steal your Appa's watch because it has caught your interest.

TW: Nothing except Cuteness and fatherly Love from Kang dae-ho, Nam-gyu & Thanos - as well as hints of nightmares based on the experiences in the Squid Games.

Characters: Kang dae-ho, Nam-gyu, Thanos

★★★Thanos★★★

You wake up a little tired and realize with a sleepy look that it wasn't even light yet…the small gap in the curtains on the window didn't let any sunlight through…but…if it was still bedtime and your mommy and your appa were still asleep…maybe you could try something really exciting and awesome?

With a quiet yawn, you kick the blanket off you and crawl closer to the bars of your bed.

You've already tried several times to climb over the edge of the crib because… it was so exciting and great (plus you wanted a little extra cuddle time with your Appa, you've been in your Appa only phase for a few days… which Thanos finds quite amusing, after all he is THE LEGEND - of course it was really cool that as your Appa he was much higher up in your eyes than your mommy) and you really want to take a closer look at that great watch, that your father is wearing… it's so sparkling and great and you want to have it.

Sometimes Thanos says the watch is off limits for you… whatever that means? You don't know but… if your parents are still asleep, they certainly won't notice that you're trying to sneak into the parents' bedroom.

Exactly! You would steal Appa's beautiful watch and just keep it… then it would no longer be Appa's watch but yours....your Watch.

Determined, you stand up and try to climb over the edge of the bed. It takes several attempts , before you can lift your right leg and then your left leg over it.

(When you tried a few days ago, either your mother or father caught you half-heartedly and either lifted you out of bed themselves and sat you on the large, soft play rug in the room, or you were placed on your parent's hip and your climbing ideas were doomed to failure.) Climbing over it was easy… landing on the rug… less so.

You land on your diapered, padded bottom and luckily the start wasn't too painful for you.

And luckily for you, the door to your room was only ajar.

It wasn't uncommon for you to wake up in the night and call for your parents - in the last few days, more often for Thanos, of course - but this time you use the ajar door , to walk clumsily down the dark hallway towards your parents' bedroom.

This door was also ajar and you pushed it open a little further.

It was dark and both Mommy and Appa seemed to still be asleep….okay….where did Appa have his watch….does he sleep with it on his arm, like you sometimes need your favorite stuffed animal to fall asleep?

"Kid what are you....how......wait is that my Watch?"

You giggle once and press the watch closer to your cheek, not really planning on giving it back to your Appa…but of course you wanted to tell him what great things you had accomplished…no matter how late or early it was.

"Appa! Me....climbed out ... baby bed! ALONE!"

It took a moment for Thanos to realize the words and a tired, broad grin on his lips before he playfully reached for you and pulled you into a loving hug.

"WOW, that's so cool! My little climbing champ! And at 4:44 in the morning! Appa is proud of you! And as a reward, you can continue sleeping in Appa and Mommy's bed… if you give me my watch back, hm?" - Thanos praised this night climbing action… and that was a much better reward than keeping the watch.

So you nod enthusiastically and voluntarily give him the watch back.

A few minutes later, you are lying between your Mommy and your Appa and quickly fall asleep again.

Thanos covers you and his partner with the blanket a little more carefully , before he also returns to dreamland with a happy smile.

★★★Kang dae-ho★★★

"Appa? Wakey-Wakey?"

You carefully support yourself on the edge of the mattress and try to check whether your father is still awake.

It was difficult to climb out of your bed… you somehow hurt yourself and actually wanted to call out loudly for your parents, but actually you also wanted to play with the watch, that your father accidentally left on the changing table in your room and… somehow everything ended in chaos… which is why you are now standing in your parents' bedroom and trying to wake up the sleeping Dae-ho.

Because somehow… when you tried to push the small chair that sometimes stands at the even smaller table in your room… closer to the changing table in order to get the watch… the chair somehow crashed into the small lamp and it broke… you still don't have the watch and Appa has to help you now! Very, very urgently.

You hear a rustling on your mommy's side of the bed and she struggles out of bed to pick you up a few moments later.

"Appa was really tired, baby… can we be a bit quieter?", your mommy whispers in your ear… but you see it as a game and clap your hands enthusiastically, only to shout a loud OKAY into the room and thus wake up your Appa, who… sits upright in bed, startled, and looks from you to his partner.

"What happened? Oh my God, is our baby sick? Was she crying and I overslept? Are you sick, darling? Is it already morning? What time is it? 4:44? oooh…", - came the confused reply from the former player of the brutal Squid Games.

Of course, his first concern was for your safety and that of his partner…and somehow he seems like a sleepy Labrador puppy to a person in the middle of the night.

"Climbed out baby bed…fell…little ouchie but kay kay….Appa Watch on changing table….lamp broken…..Appa fix it? Me wanna play with Appa Watch please!"

There was a moment of silence before your parents' amused laughter echoed through the bedroom, and your Appa dragged himself tiredly out of bed to check whether you had hurt yourself during your climbing.

Your parents cleaned up the night's chaos and Appa read you a little bedtime story, albeit in a tired voice… but with a fatherly, loving glow in his eyes, which made you forget about your beautiful watch and you quickly fell asleep again.

Without any more climbing… of course you didn't notice the slightly proud smile on your father's lips as he put the book aside… and was proud of this… could you call it a new milestone in his baby's life?

★★★ Nam-gyu★★★

"Woah woah…what do you think you're doing?"

It was the middle of the night and the voice of your Appa made you pause for a moment…actually you wanted to climb over the edge of your crib in a death-defying manner because you wanted to secretly steal that amazing clock from your parents' bedroom…but your climbing attempts were discovered because…Appa suddenly stood in the brightly lit room and there was a mixture of surprise in his voice.

"Appa! Help!" - you say tearfully, hanging half with one leg over the top edge of the bed and the other half on the other side, threatening to slide off.

"If you're tired of life, baby, I'd rather see this situation.... if you ever meet that crazy salesman on the subway…run Kid.....run", you hear your father mutter and he picks you up in a routine and fatherly gesture.

You look at him with big, pleading eyes and pat the right cheek of the… somewhat tired-looking Nam-Gyu lovingly.

"Wanna Appas Watch....pretty...", you said and cuddeld closer to your Father.

"Ah i get it, so that´s why you start this climbing adventure....sorry I promised to be the best Appa ever for you....no Watch"

"Pwetty please Appa!", you said and whinned once.

"How about this, instead of more climbing stuff this fu....very early night like we have 04:44 a.m.....i sneak you into our Room and you can fall asleep with Mommy and Appa for now?", - your Father said in a soft voice while giving you an calming kiss on the hair.

"Teddy too?", you asked and pointed towards your Crib where a Teddybear was sitting.

"Sure, what kind of an good Appa would i be, if the Teddy is left behind?", said Nam-Gyu and grabbed the stuffed Animal to give it to you.

Only a few Moment later, you were placed in the king sized double Bed next to your sleeping Mommy, while your Father wished you a good night and hummed a soft lullaby, which quickly made you fall asleep.

THE END

[midnite-c6]

the urge to just make Nam-gyu fics rn... I'M TURNING INSANE FOR THAT MAN😭😭😭 giggling like a little maniac in bed wtf. I'm supposed to be sleeping but he's plaguing my thoughts 🏃‍♀️💨

literally. i'm gonna start becoming a writer bcuz of him 😭🙏🏻 ive watched too many edits of that man & we pray he survives s3 squid game!! HE SURVIVES SEASON 3.. i say as they drag me to a padded room

but like im too lazy and too illiterate to write 😭 I STILL HAVE SO MANY IDEAS (both fluffy and freaky) but if u do write ill def read 🤤

[idontknowreallywhy]

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Previous bits

Writing art is not my forte but Virg doesn’t have access to a piano right now so he insisted. I hereby blame any clumsy wording / inaccuracies on this being Scott’s POV so… yeah it’s the flyboy’s fault.

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It had been a little over 48 hours since Scott had last been in the same room as Virgil. While at one end of the feed a brother was happily chatting away to his invisible-to-everyone-else best friend, the unseen brother at the other huddled on the couch, curled protectively around his tablet lifeline and was politely rebuffing anyone who hovered with offers of irrelevancies like sustenance and reassurance. And company.

He felt bad about that. He had a nasty suspicion John was berating himself for revealing those details about the past and at some point very soon Scott was going to need to fix it. But it wasn’t now. The rest of them needed to concentrate on Virgil anyway.

Speaking of which…

Virgil had got fidgety and was stretching his arms behind his head in an achingly familiar way. Gordon, who was on duty again, was heavy-napping on one of the other beds and didn’t stir. The squid had taken the brunt of his brother’s care upon himself and he needed the sleep and so this was fine. Kayo and John were distracting Alan. Scott was keeping watch and could raise the alarm if the patient got out of bed. He didn’t though, merely shuffled his pillows around a while before appearing to notice the sketch pad and new set of pencils that had been left on his bedside table at his big brother’s insistence. Scott felt a little rush of justification as Virgil seized the pad and opened it to a fresh page, tapping his chin thoughtfully with the end of a pencil.

Scott watched as his brother began to sketch some light sweeping strokes across the page. The tension in Virgil’s expression melted away and Scott felt a little of himself beginning to thaw too.

After a few minutes, the artist laid the pad down beside him while he reached over to to select a different grade of pencil from the tin. Even upside down Scott recognised the sketch as the beginnings of one of Virgil’s many sky backgrounds - rays of sun peaking through soft clouds, the hint of a light wind mysteriously depicted through graphite on white. So many things could emerge next - a cityscape, a portrait, a whale leaping from the ocean… It could be an abstract of a solar eclipse or a detailed study of one of their ships. Perhaps a flock of birds over a silhouetted volcanic island. Whatever his eventual intention, Virgil so often began with the sky and everything else followed.

He picked the sketchbook up again and proceeded to add something smaller and more detailed. Scott entertained a hope that it might end up being Two and One flying home side by side - had three of those displayed in his suite - one watercolour, one acrylic, one mixed media collage and he was more than happy to add a pencil version too if Virgil allowed it. The eyebrows of intense concentration had been deployed and Scott had begun to smile at the familiarity of this when the merely concentrating look hardened into something else.

Virgil started to add much heavier lines, the knuckles of his right hand white as he held the book steady and the left almost a blur as he dug the pencil in hard and dragged it rapidly to and fro across the page. Scott wondered how the paper could possibly withstand such a ferocious onslaught of carbon - he half expected it to catch fire if his brother didn’t gouge a hole straight through it first.

Scott watched in helpless dismay as his the look of distress on his brother’s face deepened and was on the point of calling Gordon to wake him when Virgil seemed to run out of steam and slumped back into the pillows, sketchpad clutched to his chest. He closed his eyes and took a couple of breaths before propping himself up again and gazing at what he had drawn. He didn’t move at all for several minutes. Scott unconsciously leaned sideways as if he could change the angle of the security camera to see what it was then swore to himself. This was wrong. He should just be able to go and ask… he always asked and Virg always showed him… maybe somewhat shyly but he’d always show him. He didn’t dare defy Grandma, not when he was so clueless about all of this, but his gut told him she was wrong - Scott should be there by Virgil’s side.

This was wrong. She was wrong.

He had to try again.

He stood and started towards the stairs to go and reason with her when another movement from the screen caught his attention. Without removing his eyes from the sketch pad, Virgil leaned over to the bedside table and patted around until his fingers closed over a large eraser. He spun it in his fingers for a few moments then appeared to remove something then added some small detail, his expression intense but unreadable, even to the brother who knew him best.

Some small noise must have alerted Gordon who suddenly flung himself on to the bed and enveloped Virgil in a hug.

The sketchpad slipped to the floor and Scott slowly sat back down again.

💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙

[somebodysminecraftidk]

[What Could Have Been]

After the unfortunate reveal of what kind of person Wilbursoot was, I was unsure whether or not to post this, but I've decided to. Here is my outline for the beginning of a fanfic I was writing...

Note: Everything under the cut was written before Wilbur was exposed for being an abuser, as well as some of the tags

A Modern-Vampire!AU involving SBI and a few other people.

Techno is an aspiring writer that recently moved into a very... low quality aparment. He's taken note of the number of bats that fly around the neighborhood and has developed a habit many people in his apartment complex have; feeding fruit to the bats that hang out around his place.

The place is pretty chill. Techno works at this nice Café. (Whether it's Niki's or not is up to you.) He's developed a small rivalry with this random kid who pesters him for food all the time. Techno usually shares his lunch with the kid. (Techno admits the kid is pretty cute with his squid themed. backpack and hoodie)

Anyway, Techno is doing well, he's adjusting to the neighborhood, his boss is pretty nice, and he even has the free time to write his second novel now.

Time passes and Techno has fully adjusted to the place, getting comfortable until... Tommy shows up! Tommy is a fledgling vampire who recently was given the freedom of going out. (As long as one of the other coven members are with him.)

One day while out, Tommy gets distracted and wanders off, loseing his caretaker of the night. This leads to Tommy getting lost and ariving at an old apartment complex. The place has bat boxes and Tommy prepares to spend the day in one to hide from the sun.

While trying to hide from the sun in his bat form, Tommy finds this weird guy with shitty pink hair who's been trying to lure him inside with grapes. (Techno sees a small pup without it's mother desperately hiding in his very old and falling apart bat box.)

Eventually Techno gets the pup inside, wrapping him up in a soft baby blanket and putting him in a shoe box with a warming pad.

Tommy is scared and confused by the actions of this random human... but he quite likes the warm box he's been put in... it's not his fault if he fell asleep!

Across the city is a frantic Wilbur trying to find his missing brother who disappeared after he looked away for a second! Okay, maybe he was staring at that pretty human running the nearby record store but Tommy had been right there beside him!

Wilbur and the rest of the coven desperately searches for Tommy before being forced to take refuge from the sun indoors.

I'm unsure of what happens next but Tommy eventually makes his way back and is promptly grounded and forced to stay indoors. The only problem is that... Tommy has imprinted on Techno during his time with him and begins sneaking out to hang out with Techno. (Techno is relieved that the little bat he helped was doing well!)

[knyspiritwell]

FORBID TIKTOK /NSRS

I've been getting so much Player 120 and Player 095 (Squid game season 2!!) INSERTED WITH GENYA AND SANEMI. in grief over this. and since im in grief i decided to write it(sadly not draw bc my drawing pad i ordered hasnt arrived it) And uhh i havent wrote in quite a while LMFAO so beware if its REALLY bad writing

Anyways, I guess small TW for slight death mention ?

"Ring-a-ring-a-ring, ring-a-ring-a-ring Hand in hand, all together Let's happily jump around!" . . .

'4 PLAYERS !'

I grabbed Genya along with me, following whichever group needed two more players.

— "WE NEED TWO PLAYERS !!" someone close-by shouted, looking back to Genya and agreeing to run over to the group of people. The group seeing us and running by to a close door that was still opened. Shit, this was hard and terrifying, panting and running for my life.

The door closes, all of us panting and taking a breath, the timer now ended. I looked around the room..

' Where's Genya. ' I thought, realizing he wasn't in the room, my heart dropped, now breathing more heavy, my eyes wide open as I tried to look everywhere in the room for him. And there I noticed, it was a whole different damn person who came in the room. Anger turning to complete rage as I looked deeply into that person, I swear, I'm gonna fucking kill them-

— "Nemi.."

I heard outside the door, I ran to the door. Shit. You're fucking kidding, this can't be fucking real. I banged the door, trying to find a way to open it somehow.

— "GENYA! JUST.. WAIT, WAIT!" I said, panicking, looking at him through the hole of the door, seeing him crying. Looking directly at me as I struggled. desperate to just.. Hold him-

— "I'm scared.. Nemi I don't wanna die-" . . .

Genyas eyes lost its hopeful shine, falling down. I stared as the moment went through, tears starting to fall down, slowly starting to become more and more tears. Grief mixed with anger, banging on the door with my bare fists, feeling like there wasn't even hope to begin with. 'Player 095 eliminated' The doors now opened, getting ready for the next game.. Damn it, damn it all.

'What the fuck even is the point now.' I thought, standing there with tears, panting.

Sick fucking game.

[bearmemesreviews]

FotW: SDMI - The Shrieking Madness

As you can tell by our episode's title, today Mystery Incorporated tackles the Chthulu mythos! Gotta love those weird ugly squid gods, and the fact that their writer chickened out when it came to describing them only adds to their charm. Everyone loves designing creatures that can "break" the mind of anyone who looks at it directly.

Scooby-Doo was neither the first nor the last children's show to tackle this topic, but MI is our first real representation of it for the franchise. Let's talk about it and the gang's first college tour.

Backstory: The gang are all driven to the Darrow University by their parents whose motives are far different from their children's. Meanwhile, the college is playing host to two popular writers who couldn't be any more different. Harlan Ellison is a no-nonsense tightwad whose work is more "respectable" than the cosmic horror tales written by H.P. Hatecraft - this universe's version of our H.P.

One of Ellison's fans disparages the works of Hatecraft, and is swiftly attacked and kidnapped by the main villain of those stories. The gang mostly stumbles into this mystery by accident, preoccupied by their early brushes with college life. Daphne becomes a communist, Fred is put through homoerotic hazing, and Shaggy points out that he's no longer voiced by a vegetarian in a very unsubtle way.

Velma is the one who actually came to meet Ellison at a book signing, and the gang soon cross each other's paths before finding Ellison being terrorized by green Squidward.

The gang still have their hang-ups, much more strained thanks to everyone's love troubles. They even get distracted from the mystery thanks to their previous college antics, until Char Gar Gothakon attacks Shag and Scoob directly. When the gang confronts Hatecraft, he first gives them the "whispers from another world that I translate into the best-selling written word" spiel. However, to dispel the beast he decides to reveal to an entire class of people the truth.

He made it all up, there is no dark force from an alternate dimension giving him material to write. This upsets his number one fan, but that pales in comparison to how badly Charizard Gengar Gothita takes the news. The Gangrene Illithid kidnaps his creator and takes him back to Hateman's house, which is also where the Ellison fan was being kept prisoner in.

Chary Gary becomes another attempted murderer, deciding that Hatecraft deserved an appointment with the ground after a trip to the roof. The gang distracts the monster long enough to save both Hatecraft, and Char Gar Gothakon, when they nearly fall off the roof. They finally muzzled his tentacles, a trick Fred learned from his college buddies, solving the mystery you already did several minutes ago.

Design: Char Gar Gothakon is a humanoid octopus-human hybrid wearing cultish robes, obviously based on Chthulu and Illithids from D&D. Octopus-faced monsters are just awesome, with the sea creature they're based on already being some of the coolest things on our planet. Did you know all of them are venomous, and some of the best hunter-killers in the sea? They're like wolves in that way, creatures we can both hype up as supernatural omens of death and real-life predators you don't mess with.

Char Gar Gothakon: The Beast with no name, is rather lanky despite how stocky its wearer is. It has diamond-shaped eyes with orange irises and yellow sclera and pupils. It has a globular smooth head and wriggling tentacles encompassing most of its lower face. It's body, especially its "forehead", is covered in skin patterns resembling green splotches like the markings of a frog. It also has small siphons, two on each side of its head, in place of ears. Another easy to miss detail are the gillman-like fins on its forearms.

Its outfit is rather flamboyant, resembling a priest's dressing with a turned-up high collar that's too large for its already giant head. Its shoulder pads are gigantic and connected to the rest of the outfit by the belt. It's belt and bicep bracelets are all gold.

It doesn't even wear a shirt, the middle piece of its outfit being mostly made-up of intersecting strips that expose its shoulders, ribs, and V-line.

Honestly, it's a pretty slutty costume. Besides it's vertical striped long skirt it also wears fingerless elbow-length gloves that also have gaps to expose MORE of its skin.

For powers, it uses a sonic screech that's powerful enough to Launch a grown man onto a car's hood. Its face tentacles can also stretch out, revealing a large circular maw full of sharp teeth underneath, to entangle a victim. The tentacles also stretch and contort in a way that shouldn't even be physically possible since they were taken from a real dead octopus.

Reveal: The true culprit turns out to be Hatecraft's own superfan and student assistant, Howard E. Roberts (named after Robert E. Howard). He decided to bring Hatecraft's monster to life to get back at the haters. However, when Hatecraft declared himself a fraud the superfan decided that the author needed to be destroyed. He made his sonic death blast technology with the help of his college courses by the way.

It is actually through deriding their fans that Ellison and Hatecraft find companionship with each other, leaving the gang to discover the archived documents stolen by Mr. E left in the Mystery Machine.

The plot thickens.

5/5, Western Media needs more Mindflayer rep. Nice Gregorian Chants by the way.

See, you can talk about Lovecraft without mentioning his cat being named after the N-Word.

[mildew-mop]

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[emeraldspiral]

Headcanon: There are no artists on Irk. No one designs clothes, no on draws, paints, writes, or sculpts, no one sings or dances or acts or makes music or movies or video games. All art/design work is made by an AI, not unlike planet Plim. In fact, I'd say if earth in IZ is an exaggeration of our current world and Irk is just taking things to a further logical extreme, then Plim is like, the end stage.

Irkens don't make their own art so they can devote themselves solely to the drudgery of the work the Control Brains deem valuable in their society. The closest thing anyone has to a creative outlet is inventing weapons or designing battleships for the armada or cooking, because food and conquest are the only things they're allowed to care about. Any entertainment they have is either shows/music/video games from other planets or the same kind of mindless AI-generated content the Plim get fed to keep them amused, but not challenged or stimulated, in order to keep them complacent.

You can actually see evidence of this reflected in the design of Zim's house. It's clear the main facade is designed based on his crude understanding of what a "normal" human house should look like. "Art" pieces like a sign reading "I Eat Food" right above the toilet elevator in the kitchen, or a picture of a squid labeled "squid" are clearly meant to keep up appearances, not reflective of Zim's own personal tastes. The base is also really minimalistic once you get past the loud color scheme. It has the bare minimum furniture in the living room and less than the bare minimum in the kitchen where there are no cabinets or countertops whatsoever. A single small cabinet beside the TV is the only place for storage or display and there's virtually no other decor besides what's in that cabinet and the aforementioned wall art. Also absent are any lamps, clocks, mirrors, or plants. It's barely a step above the stereotypical barren bachelor pad. In the underground area, meant only for Zim's eyes where he can feel free to design it any way he wants, there is no art or decor what-so-ever. Everything is purely functional.

[royalreef]

        “Oh!!! It seems I am finally being acknowledged for my position proper!

                                                       Now, while you are here —

        I require my bedchambers prepared for the night. Have the sheets turned down and get the heat pad underneath running so that it will be nice and warm by the time I arrive. Put it on the lowest setting, it is starting to heat up again so it is only proper. Oh! And make sure the staff know that the ‘air conditioning’ should be running, and that it should be turned down another degree or so. Look up the definition of ‘air conditioning’ as well. The aquariums should also be scrubbed tomorrow, so write that upon the schedule, and Sprinkles’ feeding can not be late again, you know how feisty she gets when she is not provided with the finest of squid chunks! And check the quality of the otter blubber they add. I’ve heard stories from the other royals that their staff have been shorting them because they thought it did not make a difference. Has my bath been run yet? I need a polish up upon my scales, I noticed some on my tail have been dull lately, where they rub against the floor. I shall have to call the royal tailors again sometime this week to fix that, write that down, and we will also need a new scribe manufactured, I fed one of them to Cupcake yesterday.

        Oh, and—”

[p2mc]

InCoding Newsletter #5 - Malicious Code in NPM and More

Hello everyone! It's quite cold outside right now. To help you forget about the weather, we prepared warm and fuzzy coding stories!

'coa' NPM Library Hijacked with Malicious Code 💀 - As if we had learned nothing from the left-pad incident back in 2016, another NPM library caused havoc on the internet yet again. Of course, this wasn't NPM's fault, but rather due to the practice of some developers always using the latest version of the library for their builds. If you follow these two simple guidelines, you will significantly reduce the chance of being affected by this type of problem: 1) Use a specific version of a library, NEVER the latest. 2) DO NOT use the new version right after its release (wait around six months, then other people have already tested everything for you).

How to Learn Compilers 🏭 - People sometimes ask me what the best way to learn about compilers is. In general, there are two models of compilers: 1) Traditional compilers before LLVM 2) Improved compilers after LLVM. But now, it looks like it's better to learn about compilers using the LLVM method. Here's a short blog post that outlines what you need to study.

Top 10 Security Issues to Watch Out for in 2021 🕵️‍♀️ - The basis of crime prevention is to 'make my house a little bit safer than the house next to me.' The same applies to computer security. Unless hackers specifically target you, they go after the services with weaker security than yours first. Therefore, any great programmer must always stay updated on the most common vulnerabilities and their countermeasures, which OWASP updates every few years!

We Are Testing Software Incorrectly and It's Costly 📈 - There's nothing more inefficient than writing unit tests for every public method without questioning their necessity. It's not about writing more tests. It's about writing proper tests. So what should we do? This blog post suggests one way. If you don't like reading, you can look at the author's open-source project instead.

Squid Game with Pure CSS (without images/Javascript) 🦑 - Squid Game is the hot potato of the world at the moment. Someone in our field could not stay still and also joined the club! Squid Game using only CSS. 🤓

See you next week! 💻🔥

-Pope

[hollow-knight-hope]

babey picnic

part 1