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tisgifrants · 10 months ago
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Concept #2 BEHIND
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from minnie's 20240119 instagram post: ❄️
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tinyidle · 2 years ago
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Do you know anything about Soojin potentially rejoining Gi dle?
it's been speculation since late of last year, but because cube sucks so much, soojin won't ever be able to rejoin idle. she'll only kind of join again if idle leave cube entirely (with all their rights).
you can talk to me more about this in myr gif/rants blog on @tisgifrants as im trying to rant less about things and keep things more on the fic/simp side in this blog
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tisgifrants · 1 year ago
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i've had my time settings on since early this year becuse i hate not knowing when a post was made by someone here
Frustrating thing about tumblr is its not mandatory to see timestamps on posts. If you arent using them in this day and age, youre at risk of not understanding the context of a post or that the information on it may be out of date. I dont think this will reach a wide audience but if you dont have timestamps enabled go to your general settings->dashboard settings and turn timestamps on so you can see when a post written like it’s breaking news is actually from 2017.
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dizzybevvie · 5 months ago
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#im to embarassed to talk abt him but omg im gonna EXPLODE#cutest boy EVER in the world EVER EVER EVER#his cute glasses and his pretty eyes and his smile lines and crows feet and the way the hairs at the front curl into a heart shape#the way he sits and the way he stands and the way he talks to his family and the way the big t shirts he wears sits on his waistband and#hes insecure about his body and his acne but hes literally so gorgeous I have no idea why he is#goddddd cutest boy in the worldddd i like him so much it makes me feel sick#at prom (26th june) he tied some loose fabric around my wrist and its still there now#his jeans i see him wear all the time cus theyre his favourite like he has favourite jeans im àaaaaaaaaaa#the way he throws his head back when he laughs and the specific “ha-HAA” laugh he does when he isnt expecting it#his stupid chai latte that he really likes#how he always has to say goodnight 3 times before he stops talking#how he uses the purple heart emoji rather than the regular ones#i had a dream once that we were laying in my bed when everyone was asleep just whispering and giggling and he left in a hurry back to-#wherever he was staying and we were laughing and when the door clicked behind him i just felt so light#UGH HES SO CUTE#his big dramatic expressions and how everything becomes a story#the stupid facial expression he pulls where his tongue goes out and hos eye brows arch when he makes any kind of dance move#the way he giggles when hes about to make a joke#(richie tozier voice) CUTE CUTE CUTE#omg his VOICE. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god man. oh god. help me. god be with me. please.#hes playing troy bolton rn so he keeps singing HSM and im just AAAAAAA I CANT. I CANTICANTICANT#the way his instinct is to grab my wrist/lower arm/hand whenever anything happens#OAIAHAUAGAH GUYS. GUYS I WILL NOT SURVIVEEEEE#his eyes are like. slanted? idk how to describe it but theyre lower on the outside and theyre soooooo gorgeous#ughhh both his eyes and hair are like so-dark brown theyre nearly black and its so fucking pretty i cant do this#at prom i had to lean in to talk to him & vice versa and at some point we were sat towards eachother with his legs kinda like barricading-#mine yk. ugh. he was so sweet and so cute the whole time. like helping me walk in the heels and opening doors for me and following me around#UGHHHH I CANT. GUYS. HELP.#☕#beverly says stuff
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tisgifrants · 6 months ago
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Can we get some moments of ATEEZ from Coachella, Please?
okay, so ive been more or less following this channel that has been posting post-coachella pics for a while, so that's what ill be sharing right now
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tinyidle · 2 years ago
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If they have no idea of the q political group, how would she know how to search it up? Like in Korean, how would people who are not Korean know to look up 노무노무, when they could think it's a cute way of saying 너무너무? But it's could be a secret support for a previous Korean president who did not so good things. But none Koreans may not realise how it's offensive.
What do you think?
answered on @tisgifrants, my rant and gif acc
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tisgifrants · 3 months ago
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i understand what you're trying to say, but unless you're Christopher or his family, he's a stranger to you, and we don't know him
we can only hope no other bgs are crazies like taeil, but to include other kpop boys while they're minding their business is not only disingenuous, but also disrespectful to the current situation
Bang Chan is the last hope I have in maintaining my beliefs that not every male Kpop idol is a piece of shit.
I don't care if in the future it comes out that he was a fuckboi or a cheater or he signed a lot of NDA's.
Yes, it will make me feel kind of icky but he is a celebrity in his 20's so it wouldn't be surprising.
I wouldn't even be heartbroken if he goes down the Jackson Wang route and runs parties and throws it down at the club.
But if he was involved in a scandal that's similar to Taeil.
I would leave the kpop industry and just leave it all behind, it would genuinely break my heart.
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writers-potion · 8 months ago
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Storyediting Questions to Ask
As You Read the First Draft:
Are there place that surprised you as you read your first draft? - Why do you suppose that is? - Is there material there you'd like to expand?
What are the character really doing in this story? - Might they have issues you haven't explored fully yet?
Look to the places that drag. - These might be scenes where you have avoided dealing with something deeper. - What are the characters really thinking in these places? - What are their passions, frustrations, and desires?
Imagine alternative plotlines. - How might your plot be different if ti headed off on another tangent from various points in the story? - You don't have to follow them, but they might suggest other streams that can flow into the main plot.
Think About Structure:
Does you story play out naturally in three acts?
Is there an immediate disturbance to the Lead's world?
Does the first doorway of no return occur before the one-fifth mark?
Are the stakes being raised sufficiently?
Does the second doorway of no return put the Lead on the path to the climax?
Does the rhythm of the sotyr match your intent? If this is an action novel, does the plot move relentlessly forward? If this is a character-driven novel, do the scenes delve deeply enough?
Are there strongly motivated characters?
Have coincidence been established?
Is something happeing immediately at the beginning? Did you establish a person in a setting with a problem, onfronted with change or threat?
Is the timeline logical?
Is the story too predictable in terms of sequence? Should it be rearranged?
About Your Lead Character:
Is the character memorable? Compelling? Enough to carry a reader all the way through the plot?
A lead character has to jump off the page. Does yours?
Does this character avoid cliches? Is he capable of surprising us?
What's unique about the character?
Is the character's objective strong enough?
How does the character grow over the course of the story?
How does the character demonstrate inner strength?
About Your Opposition:
Is your oppositing character interesting?
Is he fully realized, not just a cardboard cutout?
Is he justified (at least in his own mind) in his actions?
Is he believable?
Is he strong as or stronger than the Lead?
About Your Story's Adhesive Nature:
Is the conflcit between the Lead and opposition crucial for both?
Why can't they just walk away? What holds them together?
About Your Scene:
Are the big scenes big enough? Surprising enough? Can you make them more original, unanticipated, and draw them out for all they are worth?
Is there enough conflict in the scenes?
What is the least memorable scene? Cut it!
What else can be cut in order to move the story relentlessly forward?
Does the climactic scene come too fast (through a writer fatigue)? Can you make it more, write it for all it's worth?
Does we need a new minor subplot to build up a saggin midsection?
About Your Minor Characters:
What is their purpose in the plot?
Are they unique and colorful?
Polishing Questions:
Are you hooking the reader from the beginning?
Are suspenseful scenes drawn out for the ultimate tension?
Can any information be delayed? This creates tension in the reader, always a good thing.
Are there enough surprises?
Are character-reaction scenes deep and interesting?
Read chapter ending for read-on prompts
Are there places you can replace describing how a character feels with actions?
Do I use visual, sensory-laden words?
For a Dialogue Read-Through:
Dialogue is almost always strengthened by cutting words within the lines.
In dialogue, be fair to both sides. Don't give one character all the good lines.
Greate dialogue surprises the reader and creates tension. View it like a game, where the players are trying to outfox each other.
Can you get more conflict into dialogue, even emong allies?
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lee--felix · 2 years ago
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for the fanfic wip game: pineapple, cry, fall
also hi amanda~ i hope you’ve been wellll 💛
Okay so I have absolutely nothing for "pineapple" lmao. I've honestly been doing really poorly but I'm trying to keep my head up. Some really awful things have happened, but I'm not gonna just trauma dump. I've missed everyone on here but my motivation is less than zero anymore. I'm more active on Twitter only because I host group orders over there.
The sight of you completely falling apart in front of him was startling, to say the least. He had never personally seen you cry, nor had he ever seen much genuine emotion out of you at all. You tried your best to put up a front and it worked well, though it was easy to tell that some days it was forced. He didn't know why you were like this, only having barely known you when you moved in, but he could only imagine the hell you must have gone through to put forth the effort. Nobody should have to live their life stuffed into a tiny glass bottle just waiting to explode like this.
"Pretty Lies" - Vernon x fem!reader - roommates to lovers
"I'm a computer engineering major." You interrupted, a fleeting streak of confidence running through you before fading back into anxiousness. He rose from his seat at the table, removing his hood and letting it fall onto his back as he approached you. You began to feel like your body was jello, nearly losing your balance as you stepped forward to shut the door behind you.
"Are you now?" He questioned, buzzing around you like a predator circling his prey for the fun of it. "Then why don't you give Chan a hand with that repair, hmm? We'll see how good of a little engineer girl you are."
"hate:{is=temp}orary;" - Seungmin x fem!reader - enemies to lovers
Can you tell I love giving out spoilers? 😚
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anundyingfidelity · 5 months ago
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OUT OF MIND — Soldier Boy/Ben
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Summary: Ben believes he's alone in the lab, that you're just a product of his imagination and insanity. Is not like that, you're more real than he ever thought.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.
Word count: 1.3k.
Warnings: sexual content, p in v, blowjobs, handjobs, heavy non-con (such as reader taking advantage of Ben), nudity, some angst, mentions of torture and being unconscious.
Note: *another one* this is part of @artyandink Jensen's drabble marathon (if it can't be due to the content of this is totally okay tho!) Anyway hope you like this dark piece of crap I had on my drafts because I could never write a long fanfic ever again, I'm taking so damn long to write.
☕ if you like my writing, support me with a ko-fi !
GEN MASTERLIST!
taglist is here!
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The last doctor left, metal door closing behind his back, leaving you all alone with the man lying down in a too uncomfortable stretcher, hands and ankles tied.
The doctor's instructions were clear. He didn't care what you'd do to the experiment in the room. No one cared. As much as a scientist you were yourself, you stayed until late, admiring the former hero at your complete mercy, with nowhere to go or a voice to yell for help. Not that he might needed though.
The room was cold as you paced to remain by his side. His chest going up and down, eyes closed as he slept thanks to the dosis of gas you always administered before taking the tests of his blood and getting into the good part: the torture.
Tens of scientists and doctors stepped the lab to test his strength and powers, gifting him of endurance and new abilities along the way. You were one of them. And this was your price for making him indestructible instead of killing him, switching completely the main objective of the reds. You never really talked to Soldier Boy, more than just the silent moans and gasps leaving your mouth when you actually got into business. Ninety nine percent of the time he was unconscious under the effects of the gas, but he did caught you on top of him a couple of times, or just sucking him off until he was hard in your mouth. The only thing further than talking was his green eyes staring at you, just as he woke up from the slumber. But that made it a thousand times better.
With your fingertips, you traced his bare arm. The skin hot against your hand, finding the way up to his muscular chest, and then down his stomach, stopping right above his crotch. Your mind started wandering all over with the past memories of you and him inside that same lab room.
It was wrong, but you couldn't stop.
You've done this countless of times, what was with doing it again? Besides, he was a piece of shit of a man as far as you knew, using women as appliances and then tossing them like garbage once he was bored. You had to have fun too. Your hand went under his pants, softly playing with his shaft, as your free one went to brush away the mess his hair was doing on his forehead, so delicately.
His cock grew hard thanks to your touch, jerking him off smoothly. It only made you yearn for him more, the wetness between your legs increasing as you rubbed your thighs together to feel some friction that could relief you for a moment.
You pushed your skirt up and took off your panties, completely desperate to feel him inside you. But before you pulled his pants down enough to free his dick, ans you leaned down to take the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking him just right to earn a somewhat loud gasp from his throat. You took him deeper in your mouth, soaking his shaft with your saliva and stroking with your hand what couldn't fit.
Just as you tasted some pre cum, you pulled back and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and lining his cock with your cunt, rubbing yourself on his length. You moaned softly sinking down on him, your tight, wet walls engulfing his dick, until your ass met the hot skin of his thighs. His cock twitched inside you as you rolled your hips in slow, deep movements, that soon became desperate. Biting your lip, you unbuttoned your blouse and pushed your bra down. Quickly, you held on his chest with the palms of your hands, riding him.
Soldier Boy brows furrowed, his breathing became unsteady as much as yours. Sometimes he looked like he would wake up in any minute, but he wasn't really able to. The features on his beautiful face used to change as you had your way with him because it was natural, and you loved to be in control. The only thing you'd regret was his big hands not being put into good use because of the restraints around them. You were so close to your climax that you wished he could bury his nails on your ass and mark it red while you're bouncing on his cock. Maybe someday you'd do it the right way. But not right now. Control suited you and you liked being on top anyway, playing with your tits at your own pace as they bounced with every thrust.
His cock met the deepest parts inside your pussy and you played with your clit and your folds, reaching sweet release and coating his cock with your juices. You continued the steady rhythm of your hips, going for a second orgasm, his dick throbbing so hard you would just fuck him until he spilled inside.
You let out a raspy moan as he came, filling you up and triggering your climax again, thighs shaking. You recovered your breathe, feeling his cock softening inside your pussy. His brows went back to normal, but you felt his heart still racing. Shifting on top of his cock, you reach his bearded cheek, caressing his features.
"I wish I could see underneath all this," you mumbled. "But I'm afraid you'll wake up for real and kill me."
You smirked just a little at the thought. Probably he'd just agree to fuck you if he was awake and back to his old self again, not drugged, not put into sleep. He was the perfect toy nonetheless.
But then, his eyes fluttered open softly. He thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him, watching your face as the bright, white lights iluminated the room. Soldier Boy often believed you were a ghost from his twisted mind, that there was something inside his mind tormenting him to the point he was being used for sexual pleasure by an unknown entity. But your touch, the heat of your body, and your weight over his own told him otherwise. You were fucking real, straddling his lap, with his dick buried balls deep in your tight cunt, tits out and messy hair and lab coat. Soldier Boy groaned, hands clenching into fists.
He spent so much time, decades, inside those concrete walls that there was this primal need inside that couldn't be met. And you were there to make it true from time to time, even if he wanted it or not.
"Good morning, sunshine," you mocked when he tried to free his wrists, but was too weak to do so. "The gas effect is fading away I see."
He grunted as you pulled off from him, climbing down to fix your clothes and putting your panties back. Soldier Boy tried to scream, but his throat was sore; he had to fight the restrains on his limbs, however it was useless. He was so powerless and fragile for a moment.
"Shhh, it's okay," you whispered, putting your hand on his forearm. He looked at you with a mixture of fear and rage. "You're gonna be okay. I always take care of you," you smiled as the stretcher began to shake while he tried to set himself free. "Now don't try it, you're a good boy. Aren't you?"
Soldier Boy groaned like a scolded puppy once you combed his hair with your fingers.
"You've been here for a long time, and no one has ever taken such good care of you as I do," you said, leaning down until your lips were close enough to his ear. "So you better obey me and keep being a good bitch for me."
Once you pulled back, he got the perfect close up of your face before you turned around and left the room, the sound of your heels echoing before the metal door finally closed. In less than five minutes, the chamber was filled with novichok.
Before sleeping again, Soldier Boy knew it was real.
The woman fucking him on his dreams and living nightmares was so damn real.
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Soldier Boy taglist
@delaynew
@k-slla
@thesilmarillionblog
@onlyangel-444
@mrsjenniferwinchester
@daisy-the-quake
@jackles010378
@mostlymarvelgirl
@deans-spinster-witch
@drasticemotions
@stoneyggirl2 @sapnaploves
@believeinthefireflies95
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pseudowho · 8 months ago
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Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist
REQUESTS CLOSED!
Updated: 21st June 2024
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🔥 Smut. 💔 Angst 💕 Romance
☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning
🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)
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"BabywearingDad!Higuruma" Ask and Drabble ☕
Behind the Wall 🔥💕-- a desperate Higuruma visits your glory hole
Bound 💕🔥-- the reader wants a home-made NSFW video, and Hiromi is happy to oblige
Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader
Cunt-Drunk 💕🔥-- Hiromi goes out for work-drinks and karaoke...and comes home feral.
Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...
Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome
Domestic Bliss series--
#1 Fire Alarm #2 Storm #3 Bite #4 Silver Fox
Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.
Fidget Toy 🔥-- Higuruma Hiromi needs stress relief.
Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.
Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.
Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.
Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕
In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.
"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease
Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.
Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.
Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.
Monster 💕🔥💔-- Vampire!Higuruma is a good man...but even good men have their weaknesses.
Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?
Professor Higuruma 💕🔥💔-- a new series by popular demand. Forbidden love; thread of fate; escaping emotional neglect; just some of the things that will make studying the Law...complicated.
Part One, Star-Crossed
Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma
Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.
The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.
Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.
The Stacks 🔥💕☕-- spending all night with your college/university rival at the library, doesn't go exactly as you'd planned...
The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.
The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.
"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.
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tisgifrants · 1 year ago
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Hiii i have more, Mingi is now in the clear btw !!
https://twitter.com/hot_avocadoes/status/1726537204917522492?t=C66pLzskhGNoixqXyvcGxQ&s=19
Mingi didn't reccomend it. He was set up by a "translator" using google translate, p0rn is banned in korea he watched Episode 1 and it was clean.
Say it with me now. Mingi is innocent!
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zepskies · 5 months ago
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Dream With Me - Part 2
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)
Summary: When your asshole ex-boyfriend calls for help on a case, you have a tough decision to make. But Dean isn’t going to let you do anything alone. AKA: The last hunt you, Sam, and Dean will ever go on together.
[Set in 15x20]
AN: Yes, that barn scene. 🫣
(In case you missed it, here's Part 1.)
Word Count: 3.4K
Tags/Warnings: Protective Dean (and angry Dean), blood and violence, angst, and a big twist…
☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist
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Part 2: “We Can Fix This”
The vampires leave you and Carter alone after a while.
You two are the convenient bait, literally chained to your chairs. You’re so irate, you can’t even look at him. His head hangs low, with his chin nearly meeting his chest.
“I’m sorry I got you into this,” he says again. 
“I don’t care,” you flatly reply. 
Carter grimaces. “I didn’t know any other way to get them here. I figured the three of you could hold your own.”
At that, you finally turn your head towards him. 
“But you sold out your own. You sold me out,” you say. “What kind of man are you?”
Not the one you thought, is the answer. 
The problem is, you still need him if you're going to get out of this.
Once you’re able to see past your anger, you two begin to brainstorm on how to escape your restraints. Carter has been working on his for much longer than yours, but his hands are still too large to slip through the thick ropes. Your ankles are tied to the chair as well.
You turn your chair backwards towards him, careful to not let the chair’s legs scrape too badly against the ground. You’re forced to touch hands with him in order to slide him the small knife you hide in the sleeve of your jacket. 
It takes several minutes of quiet sawing, but after a while, he’s finally able to free his hands, then more quickly his legs. He’s about to start on you when you both hear footsteps drawing near the stairs. You and Carter lock eyes. 
“Don’t leave me here,” you whisper instinctively. Carter puts the little knife back into your hand and closes your hand over it. Right about now, you wish you could reach his neck with it.  
“We can’t take them all. I’ll get help,” he says.
You suck in a breath as you realize it. He really is about to leave you. 
“They need you alive as bait more than they need me. You’ll be fine,” he says.
“Carter, you dick,” you hiss. Tears sting behind your eyes, but you blink to try and keep them at bay. You’ll never admit it, but your fear of fangs and the clammy, undead hands of vampires runs deep.
Carter sees your fear, and he can’t help himself; he frames your face with his hands for a quick second, despite the way you glare at him and pull your head away, trying to evade his touch. His eyes hide the depths of his regret, but he doesn’t have time to say anything more.
He leaves you, ducking out the back entrance to the barn that leads into the woods.
“What’s going on?” Jenny says, as she comes down the stairs. Her face falls when she sees Carter’s empty chair. 
“What the hell?!” she shouts. Two of the men in her nest come running out to meet her. She gives one of them an order to run after Carter. 
Her attention snaps to you. “I’m guessing you helped your boyfriend escape?”
You don’t answer her at first as she draws near, but inside, you’re trembling a bit. You have an idea of what’s coming. Nevertheless, you try to remain stoic. Strong.
“Not my boyfriend,” you reply. Jenny cocks her head.
“Oh, that’s right. He betrayed you, and now he's left you in the hands of monsters,” she says. She holds her hands on her hips. “You must be the most gullible woman in the world.”
Your lips thin into a line. “Or you’re just stupid enough to leave a couple of hunters alone. You better damn hope he doesn’t find Sam and Dean. Even when they don’t know what’s coming, they should be the stuff of your nightmares. But when they’re prepared?”
You lick your dry lips and give Jenny a grim smile, with more confidence than you actually feel.
“Say goodbye to your family,” you say.
After a beat, Jenny smiles tightly and grabs your face. Her nails bite into your cheeks and make you wince.  
“All right, Nate. You can have a taste,” she says.
She steps to the side as one of the larger backup dancers in her little entourage draws near. Jenny wrenches your head back by your hair, so he can lean in and bite into your neck. Your scream reverberates on the barn walls.
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Sam and Dean left the car parked closer to the main road. They’re prepared for anything as they trek through the woods, with silver bullets in their guns and machetes strapped to their belts, along with witch killing bullets in their pockets for good measure. 
Sam has pinpointed not just an estimate of your location, but also those coordinates as a few minutes away by foot. With their long strides, they can hopefully reach you soon.
“Wait,” Dean says, stopping his brother with a hand on his arm. “I hear something coming.”
Sam hears it too. Quick footsteps running on the crunch of dead leaves.
Carter comes stumbling from between the trees, out of breath, but still on the run while another man gains on him. When Carter sees Sam and Dean, his eyes widen with recognition. 
“Vampires!” he shouts at them. 
The brothers immediately switch from guns to the machetes on their belts. Dean reaches the vampire first, but he ducks the initial swing of Dean’s blade. It’s a quick scuffle, in which Sam manages to behead the creature. Blood sprays across Sam’s chest as the body falls to the ground.
Dean’s angry gaze shifts to Carter, who’s catching his breath. Dean doesn’t give him a chance to recover when he grabs the man by his collar. He pins him up to the nearest tree, hard, and holds his blade up to Carter’s neck, even though the man raises his hands in surrender.
“All right, all right!” Carter exlaims.
“Where is she?” Dean demands.
“A nest of vamps, in a barn up and over the hill. They took her, they’ve got her,” Carter says.
Dean wars between processing that, and becoming fucking furious.
“You left her there?!” he growls. Sam’s face furrows as well in anger, though he watches his brother out of the corner of his eye.
“Just let me explain!” Carter says. 
Dean tightens the edge of his machete against the other man’s throat.
“Talk fast,” he warns.
“They’re waiting for you and Sam,” Carter says. “They nabbed me on account of you two assholes. That’s why they took her, so you’d have to come to them.”
Dean’s jaw locks. He glances at Sam, who’s just as angry as him. He’s just better at keeping a handle on it.
“So wait, lemme get this straight,” Dean says, as he continues to put the pieces together in his mind. He tips the end of the machete towards Carter’s chest. “They grabbed you up. So you called her, brought her into this, to save your own damn skin?”
Carter sighs harshly. 
“Look, I know I’m going to hell. But the longer we stand around here waiting for you to do mental math, the longer they’ve got her alone,” he says. “I managed to get free, but I didn’t have time to get her out with me. So I left to find you.”
Dean's anger burns under his skin, but he lets Carter off the tree, just to turn him around and point the machete at his back. It’s reminiscent of years past, when a far darker blade used to fit all too well in Dean's right hand. 
“Walk,” he barks the order. “Any twitchy moves, and my Christmas comes early.”
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You've slipped in and out of consciousness, but finally you garner the strength to blink your eyes awake. Jenny had been watching you up until a few minutes ago, giving you reprieve when she went into the back room to join her nest. 
You heave a shaky sigh and wince at the pain emanating from your neck. You have a gaping bite wound that still oozes blood with every infinitesimal movement of your head. 
Fuck. You really hate vampires. 
You won’t bleed out, probably, but the situation isn’t good. You have no idea if Carter will come back, or if Sam and Dean even know how to find you. 
You try to remember that they’re masters at the impossible, and this is certainly not the biggest challenge you three have ever faced. Hell, if you could survive getting dusted by God, then you can survive a nest of flea-bitten vamps.
Wincing with strain, you try to twist your wrists under this rope so you can start sawing at it with your little knife. All the while, your thoughts inevitably bring you back to Dean.
You regret snapping at him. Because his instincts were right, yet again. You had trusted Carter the slightest bit, and he’d proved to you, yet again, that he's an even bigger piece of shit than you took him for. 
A door quietly creaks open, and you’re able to turn your head in that direction. Your eyes widen in surprise when you see Sam and Dean. Your breath escapes you.
And that’s when Dean’s eyes lock on you. He hastens over to you first, with Sam following right behind. Carter comes in after them, but all you can focus on is Dean. There’s relief written across his furrowed face when he kneels beside you and immediately starts cutting at the ropes that bind your hands with his machete. 
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, rushed, but purposeful when he meets your gaze.  
“Hey,” you whisper back, with a hint of a smile, despite your eyes that shine with both relief and unshed tears.
“You okay?” he asks gruffly. 
“Yeah,” you reply, even if you don’t entirely mean it.
Dean touches your cheek and wipes a tear there. He then tilts his head to take a better look at the glaring bite on your neck. He grimaces and lets out an angry exhale, his jaw clenching, but he finishes cutting through the ropes. 
When your hands are finally free, you hiss in relief, rubbing some of the sting out of them. It allows you to reach for his face and bring him in for a quick, but hard kiss. And then another for good measure.
Dean accepts them, briefly savoring them with his eyes closed, but he has to shift his attention as he starts on the ropes around your ankles next. 
Neither of you notice the way Carter looks away from the scene. He feels out of place, and even hides a thread of jealousy deep down. 
Meanwhile, Sam keeps watch with his machete at the ready. He gestures at Carter to keep an eye on the stairs leading to the second floor while he watches the door to the back room. 
When you’re completely free, Dean helps you stand. He steadies you with an arm around your waist when you sway a bit on your feet. You’ve lost enough blood that it’s a problem, but you assure him wordlessly that you just need a moment. Then, you give him a nod, and he starts to move with you towards the door. 
But danger comes—just not from upstairs or the back room.
The vampires swarm in from both entrances to the barn. 
A fight ensues, in which Dean’s top priority is keeping you safe, and yours is making sure his blind spots are covered. Your main problem is that you don’t have a weapon, and neither does Carter. He eventually gets beat down, while Sam and Dean are also overpowered, and you’re all but thrown to the ground.
Jenny comes in right as Carter and Dean are pinned down beside one another by three vampires.
“Wait…I know you,” Dean realizes. It takes him another moment, but soon he’s able to connect the familiar face with a name.
“Jenny.” The name falls from his lips in wonder. It’s been fifteen years, but he almost never forgets a face. He smirks, giving a cocky look to the vampires holding him down.
“We tried to kill each other back in the day. Ain’t that a bitch?”
“That’s all you remember?” Jenny asks, raising a brow. “Do you remember Luther and Kate?”
Dean has to wrack his brain, but it does trigger a memory of how his dad shot Luther, a centuries’ old vampire, with the Colt.
“Well, if I remember right, we left Kate alive,” he says, maintaining a cocky quirk of his brow. “Eh, bit sloppy, but we were young. What’re ya gonna do?”
He notices you on the ground behind Kate. You’re inching towards a scythe from the collection of rusty farming equipment that spans each corner of the barn. Slowly, your hand wraps around the farming tool.
Jenny’s face becomes grim, and even colored with pain.
“Yeah, well, Kate got reckless. It wasn’t long before another hunter found us. She saved me,” she says. “But because of you, she lost the only man she ever loved. And I lost my sister.”
Jenny smiles, and it’s all fangs.
“So today, I get dibs.”
With a short yell of strain, you heft the heavy scythe and behead Jenny.
The distraction gives Sam an opening to get ahold of his own dropped machete. He beheads one of the vampires that’s holding Dean. He and Carter are then able to break free of the other two in order to keep fighting.
However, Nate, the vampire that bit you, is drawn to your scent—to the blood from your open wound. He sniffs the air, and his gaze finds you with a smirk. 
He grabs your scythe, and with a force that stuns you, he twists it out of your grip and backhands you hard. You cry out and stumble to the ground. Before he can take advantage of it, Dean grabs the vampire’s arm and punches him. 
Nate grapples with him, his larger frame and enhanced strength allowing him to push Dean back. The two are headed for a large wooden support beam. As you pick yourself up from the floor, you think you see something protruding from the beam. It sends up a flare in your subconscious. 
So when Nate starts bulldozing Dean back like a linebacker, you use what strength you have to charge at the vampire. Your body collides with his side, and the two of you crash onto the dusty ground. 
Dean falls hard against the beam, but he trips back at a lower angle. He cracks his head against the wood and slides down to the ground onto his seat. He’s winded, probably half-concussed, but when he looks up and over his shoulder, he sees a long piece of rebar sticking out of the beam. He just barely missed it.  
Well, fuck me, he thinks. 
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Nate elbows you off of him and knocks you onto the ground, where he grabs your hair and yanks your head to the side. You wince in pain as you struggle and push against his chest, but it’s no use. He’s got you pinned. His fangs descend.
Until Dean takes hold of him by the shoulders and bodily hefts him off of you. It gives you a chance to breathe and scramble to your feet. Nate punches Dean solidly across his face, keeping him occupied. 
You look around for any weapon you can use. You see a flash of silver on the ground a few feet away, and you realize it’s Dean’s forgotten machete. You attempt to get by the vampire to grab it, but Nate catches you with the edge of his backhand. 
You stumble, though you don’t entirely go down as you try to catch your breath. While Dean is trying to hold him back by his arm, Nate kicks you in the side, sending you crashing toward what looks like an old weedwhacker. Except, it’s mostly made of metal.
You fall onto it hard.
Meanwhile, Dean finally sees the machete he dropped. He picks it up and gives an instinctive, powerful swing. It decapitates Nate, and the large body falls to the ground with a heavy thump.
Dean heaves for breath afterward. He looks over and sees that Sam and Carter have finished up with the others. 
Dean turns back to find you, and he notices that you’re still sprawled out against some farming tools. 
“Hey, you okay?” he asks. He goes to you and grabs your arm to help you up, but you stop him with a hiss. 
“Wait, wait, Dean,” you raise a hand at him.
You look up at him with panic in your eyes. You have a white-knuckle grip on an iron handle.
When you try to push your body up, Dean realizes, with no small amount of horror, that you’re stuck.
You’ve fallen straight onto a rusty, circular blade. 
Dean immediately lowers to his knees beside you. His hand grips your shoulder. 
“Oh, God,” you utter. “I can’t move.”
Dean takes maybe half a beat, before his brain kicks into high gear. 
“Sam!” he barks. 
Hearing the urgency in his brother’s voice, Sam rushes over on your other side. His eyes are wide when he realizes what’s happening, but he meets Dean’s steely gaze.
Together they maneuver the saw in such a way that it allows you to raise up to your knees, despite your whimpers of pain. Already small streams of blood fall from your body and down the side of the blade.
Sam and Dean share a knowing look. They really shouldn’t take out the blade until they get you to a hospital, but this tool is too damn big. There’s no way to stabilize you.
“Okay, it’s okay…we’re gonna have to take this out so we can get you to the car,” Dean says, rubbing a hand over his mouth. It’s a nervous tick you know well. You nod in agreement, even though you know this is about to hurt like fucking hell.
Sam braces you from behind, while Dean takes the saw by the handle and carefully takes the blade out of your side. Your scream echoes horribly in the barn, making his jaw lock and his body tense up even more, but he carries through with his task. Once the blade is free, Dean tosses it away. 
Sam lays you down and takes off his jacket and his outer layer of plaid, as does Dean. One of the shirts is bundled like packing, to press against your gaping wound, while the other flannel is used to keep it all tied tightly around your waist. It’s white-hot agony all throughout the process, and you definitely black out for a few moments, your eyelids fluttering shut.
When you do come to, you try your best to contain your pain—and work through the way your head is swimming toward falling into shock. 
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We gotcha,” Dean murmurs. His hands work as quickly as possible while trying not to do more damage to your body.
All the while, Carter watches in worry. 
Once you’re as wrapped up and stabilized as you can be, you, Sam, and Dean realize that both flannels are slowly being soaked with your blood. Dean wastes no time in positioning you in his arms. Sam helps him raise you off the ground, but Dean takes you fully and starts to carry you out of the barn. Sam opens the door for him and follows Dean’s lead, with Carter in tow.
You manage to raise your head enough to look up at Dean. He looks down on you, noting that your normally tan face is already far too pale. And still, the right side of your neck is bloody and raw. 
“You’re really gonna carry me all the way to the car?” you ask weakly. 
“You got a problem with that?” Dean retorts, with an attempt at a smile. 
His voice is steady, but you see everything in his eyes. You see the depths of his worry, and his fear. For once, you don’t know how to soothe him. You grab onto the front of his black undershirt and rest your head against his chest, just trying to keep your eyes open. 
“You’re gonna be fine, baby,” he says. “We can fix this. Just stay with me, okay?”
You feel his lips press a quick kiss to your forehead.
You try your best to believe him. 
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AN: ...Well, sort of "fixed" it?
I know, I know, I'm sorry. 🫣 But trust me, we're not done yet...
Next Time:
Dean’s heartbeat pounds in his ears.
By the time the four of you reach the Impala, you’re in a cold sweat, pale, and barely conscious. Dean unlocks the car and carefully seats you on one side of the backseat, while Sam hurries to the other side. He then helps guide you in as Dean maneuvers you into laying across the backseat. Sam’s going to stay with you for the ride to the hospital.   
“Watch her head,” Dean warns, his tone sharp. 
“I got her,” Sam assures. He holds you securely against his chest, with your head tucked under his chin.
Dean lets out an unsteady breath. When he turns around, Carter’s standing too close, peering at you anxiously. 
“Get her to a hospital—” he starts to say, but Dean’s blood-stained fist cuts off his words, cracking against his jaw.
Dean put all his strength into that one.
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4t3 Conversion of HLS' Rose's "Draw Me" Robe
A 4t3 conversion of a gorgeous 1910's robe, made originally by HappyLifeSims, now to TS3!
So first of all hellooo, I'm back with a little conversion I made, which may not seem like a lot, but it was a VERY complicated conversion lol. I'm not 100% back, I'm still re-organizing my life and setting the right priorities for me, but as I said before I really want to keep this hobby going because I love it so much!
In other news, my GPU BROKE lol. It was a veeery old gpu and I already bought it used (it was an AMD Radeon HD 6450 💀). But thankfully I had money to buy a new one, a GTX 1050 Ti (which is still a bit old but 1000x better than my old one). In the meantime tho, I'm using my CPU's internal graphics, and guess who didn't take screenshots of this robe on my old GPU in time? ☝️ So I asked the wonderful @deniisu-sims if she could take them for me, and she took the gorgeous pictures you see in the previews. Thank you sooooo much for helping me out!! 💖
Also, I hope Tumblr doesn't do anything about the "nudity", I censored everything after all lol!
Hope you like it, enjoy! <3
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Known Problems:
The robe may/will clip with the body that's underneath in some animations. Pretty much inevitable considering its transparency, and I didn't want to make the robe too large!
The sleeves were a headache for me, but I believe I did the best I could considering ts3's bones system. As you can see in the preview, if your sim moves their arms up, they fall to the ground, and if they're close to the body, they'll kinda fold. They'll definitely look off in some animations though!
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ALL OG CREDITS GO TO @happylifesims! IT’S NOT MY MESH, AND IT’S NOT MY TEXTURES, I JUST CONVERTED THEM TO THE SIMS 3!
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The sparkles on the lining are an overlay texture!
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tisgifrants · 3 months ago
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I've been seeing people trying to insert their fav kpop boy in this situation saying 'i hope x never turns out to be an abuser or anything criminal'
um, news flash! IDOLS ARE STRANGERS
we DONT know strangers, even if they livestream themselves 24/7!!
focus on getting laws made to protect the vulnerable, not hope and pray your favorite never gets exposed as a degenerate freak
this is coming from somebody who is more a bg stan than anything else, and i barely follow kpop anymore
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tisgifrants · 4 months ago
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ngl whenever i see this or smth in a similar background, i only think of the 2024 hanteo shit awards
brat tamer san giving you a warning stare.....
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