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sukumna · 3 months ago

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┌─ HELP ! THE GIRL I TRIED TO KIDNAP GETS TURNED ON !?

triggers. toji fushiguro x fem!reader ੭ perv!reader. dubcon. cnc(ish). degradation. attempted kidnapping. age gap. size kink. manhandling. choking. belly bulge. creampie. breeding kink. pregnancy kink. rough sex. daddy kink. ddlg undertones. OTT porn. grumpy kidnapper!Toji. MDNI.

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authors note. i have discovered a new found love for over the top pornhubtittle-esque fics LISTEN IM warning you know this is over da tops lmfao 😭😭. NOT proofread!!

"I’m sorry, but if a hot daddy decided to kidnap me, whisk me away to his secluded cabin in the woods, and give me the full princess treatment? Call me Stockholm royalty because I’m NEVER leaving!”

The post popped up on your feed, and you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips. You tapped the repost button with a satisfying click, adding the hashtag #iwish. Because honestly? You did. Life wasn’t awful, but it was just so... ordinary. The dullness of your 9-to-5 had you fantasizing about throwing it all away—not that you ever would. That’s where the idea of a brooding, dangerous man stepping in came into play. Someone so rough around the edges, so obsessed that he couldn’t imagine a world without you. The kind of guy who’d take you because he wanted to, consequences be damned.

It was a harmless fantasy. Or so you thought—until you walked straight into it.

You were so deep in thought, you didn’t notice the human wall standing in the lobby of your apartment building until your face smacked into a back as solid as concrete.

“Oh my gosh—sorry!” you blurted, rubbing your forehead with one hand while using his back to steady yourself. When you tilted your head up, the apology stuck in your throat.

He was huge. Towering, really. His dark blue eyes gleamed with something unplaceable, and the scar cutting down the left side of his face only made him more intimidating.

“I—I wasn’t paying attention,” you stammered, flustered. But he said nothing. Just stared down at you, unreadable and silent, like he could see right through you.

“Okay... uh, I’ll just... go.” Your voice cracked as you sidestepped and practically speed-walked to the elevator. Heat burned your cheeks, equal parts embarrassment and the sheer presence of him. You pressed the call button with the corner of your phone, avoiding any more eye contact like your life depended on it. Still, the thought lingered: He looks like the type to kidnap an innocent girl.

You were awful.

But then he stepped into your peripheral vision, right next to you.

You stared hard at your phone, pretending to scroll, though the brightness was turned so far down you couldn’t even see the screen. Not that it mattered. You had no intention of looking at him again. You flicked open Tumblr out of habit, hoping to distract yourself, but of course, the first post that popped up wasn’t helpful.

It was a picture of a girl bent over with the caption: "Daddy doesn’t care if it hurts, baby. Just take it."

Oh, God.

Your thighs clenched as the elevator doors opened. You stepped in quickly, refusing to glance back, but he followed. When he didn’t press a floor, your curiosity—and nerves—spiked. Was he visiting someone? You didn’t think you’d ever seen him before, let alone on your floor.

You stole a glance, and your breath hitched. His sharp eyes were already locked on you, glinting like he was enjoying your discomfort. The scar added to his rugged appeal, and the faint streaks of gray in his black hair made him look effortlessly mature. His build, though—not overly chiseled but solid, with a layer of softness that screamed ‘former athlete turned something far more dangerous.’

A small, nervous laugh escaped you, breaking the tense silence just as the elevator dinged. Floor six. You bolted out, legs moving faster than your brain could process, keys in hand before you even reached your door. But just as you found the right one, a large hand covered yours, stopping you cold.

The world seemed to narrow as you felt the press of a solid chest at your back, pinning you to the door. A rough, calloused hand clamped over your mouth, and the voice you’d only imagined growled low in your ear.

“Scream and I'll fucking bash your head into this door.” His husky voice harshly whispers in your ear. Your body stiffens, a shiver running down your spine as your lips part in surprise. You nod quickly, “Good. Is there anyone in here and don’t lie to me.” You shake your head no as fear and anxiety and something else paralyzes your body and mind. “Unlock it.” The hand covering your mouth cautiously moves to hold you by the neck and he lets go of your hand enough for your shaking fingers to unlock your door. You bite down on your lip as heat pools low in your belly—exactly the reaction you’ve imagined in this scenario so many times. His hand tightens slightly when your fingers slip over the keyhole, and a soft sound escapes your lips before you can stop it.

This is real, you remind yourself.

And isn’t that exactly what you wanted?

“Get inside.” He shoves you in your small apartments and you gasp and suck in a huge breath. You gasp, sucking in a shaky breath as you step forward. Your phone and purse hit the counter with a clatter, but you don’t dare make another move.

The sound of the door clicking shut is deafening. You turn slowly, eyes lifting to meet his. He’s blocking the door, his broad frame casting a shadow that stretches across the room. You should be playing the damsel, screaming for help or scrambling for the emergency stairs just outside—but instead, your feet stay rooted, your heart pounding as you stare up at him, waiting.

He smirks, his boot slamming the door shut with a bang that makes you jump. “Why aren’t you scared?”

You swallow hard, refusing to answer. The space between you disappears in seconds, his footsteps deliberate as he backs you toward the couch. Each step makes your skin prickle with anticipation, your breath hitching when you feel the edge of the couch press against the backs of your thighs.

“You should be scared girl,” he growls, his hand snapping up to grip your neck. The weight of it—rough and commanding—makes your knees tremble. You bite your lip again, suppressing the moan building in your throat, but his sharp eyes catch every flicker of your reaction. He looks down at you with furrowed brows. His leg slides between yours, forcing them apart, and you let out a shaky breath as his thigh presses up against you. The pressure is maddening, igniting a wave of pleasure that you can’t hide. The sound you’ve been holding escapes—a soft, breathy moan.

He chuckles darkly, leaning closer. “You dirty little slut,” he murmurs, his words a low rumble that sends heat racing across your cheeks.

“Please...” you manage to whisper, though even you’re not sure what you’re asking for.

“Please what?” His grin is predatory, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against your throat.

“Begging for more from the man who just threatened you?”

You shake your head, a flustered “No i-i want you to stop.” slipping from your lips, but he arches a brow, smirking as he looks down.

“Then why are you grinding on my thigh?” He chuckles, the hand against your throat shaking you around. Your eyes widen when you realize that he was right, he wasn’t the one rubbing against your pussy, you were the on rubbing against his jean clad thigh.

“Dirty girl...are you looking at my at my cock? Do you want me to take you against this couch?” He mock gasps and you half moan half cry.

“No—I don't want it.” You say in an almost childlike voice. But you do, you want this man who was about to do God knows what to shove his cock in you.

“If you say you want it and I'll be gentle baby.”

You shake you had and bring your hands up to the one wrapped around your neck You try and pull it off you, but he just watches you struggle with a grin. After a few minutes of watching, you cry and scratch at his hand he finally has enough and flips you over the couch. “You asked for it little girl.”

Before you know it, he's ripping your panties off and shoving two fingers into you. You scream.

“Fuck, you're fuckin’ soaked. You hear that? Your pussy’s talk talkin’ to it’s new owner.”

And you do hear it, hell you feel your wetness gliding down your thighs. Your fingers curl into your g-spot and you moan. He’s fucking you better than any man has ever fucked you. You clench around him harder when he finds his rhythm—fast and hard, his hand slamming around the outside of your hole and your clit getting frication from how hard your body drags across the couch.

“’m gonna come!” You moan trying to meet his pace and throw yourself back onto his fingers.

“Fuck—comin’ on a man's fingers and you don’t even know his name.”

And you don’t mean to say it but your so horny and the tittle just slips out from imaging this scenario over and over again.

“’m coming Daddy!” You squeal and your pussy contracts around his fingers. He doesn't even give you a chance to come all the way down before he’s throwing you face down on baby blue rug in your living room, freeing his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell. Aren’t you just the perfect little fuck doll.” He pulls you up by the hips and nuzzles his mushroom tip in between your pussy lips. He rubs from hole to clit a few times and you moan into the carpet, arching your back even more. He feels so big, like it’ll gonna hurt. “Say it again.”

“Daddy!” He shoves the tip in with some effort and before you can think he’s pushing himself balls keep into you. It hurts so good when he pulls halfway out and pushes back in. It’s so girthy, the width of your wrist. It’s too much for you.

“C-can’t take it daddy, ‘s too much!” You cry out, and you know your face looks a mess, mascara running down your cheeks.

“You think I care little girl? I say what, you can push me out I'll stop.”

Sniffling you do as he says, and push but every time your restart he pushes back into you, leaving you a blubbering mess. You can't push him more than two inches and it’s starting to feel good again. You give up when he grinds up against your ass, his hands fondling almost sweetly with your ass as he was watches you.

“Done playin’ hard to get now?”

You nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, fuck me daddy.”

Hands on your hips he does exactly that, pounding you so hard into the carpet you know you’ll have friction burns on your face and knees by morning. His heavy balls slap hard against your clit, and you can’t help but imagine all that come stored in them spilling deep into your womb. The thought makes you cream around his cock and Toji almost comes at the sight of the white ring sitting near the base of his cock. Grunting he tightens his grip on your hips flips you over. His hand goes to your clit and he curse at the bulge his cock is making in your stomach. One hand rubbing your clit the other presses down on the bulge.

“Daddy!” You scream, legs wrapping around his haps and heels digging into his ass.

“’m gonna breed this pussy so good little girl. Make you mine.”

“Yes please! Put a baby in me daddy!” You arch your back and roll your eyes into the back of your head as your come hard on his cock. Toji follows suit, spilling his come deep int you. You fall back on the follow utterly fuck out and exhausted. You don’t even try to open your eyes when you feel him start to pull out of you. Instead, you smile and raise your arms “’m ready to go back home with you now.”

#toji x reader #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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alltimefail · 11 months ago

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ATTENTION DEAD BOYS FANDOM:

We have some unfinished business and a case to solve: The Case of the Curious Cancellation! 💀🔎

Here are the ways you can help (be sure to read until the end).

I'm not sure how many people here on Tumblr are also over on DBDA Twitter, but there have been MANY developments in the last 24 hours and it's important for all of us to be on the same page if we're going to have a chance in hell of saving our show.

First and foremost, we need to get Dead Boy Detectives in the Netflix Top 10 again. This means running it as much as possible. Read about that below:

(SOURCE x)

As the graphic says, the goal is to have it running on a loop constantly, as much as you physically can. Be sure to have some level of volume on or else it won't count. If you're on Twitter be sure to post your rewatch (photos of your tv, commentary, etc.) with the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives !!!

Also, there's no better time to do this: the Tweet below brings up a great point! 👍

(SOURCE x)

Second, and easiest thing: KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE SHOW AND CREATING CONTENT ABOUT THE SHOW. Analysis, fics, fanart, shitposts, gif sets, memes, tik tok videos, so on - do not stop! Reblog other people's stuff and talk about it! Give fics kudos, comment, make fic rec lists and post that WIP or sketch! The most important thing to remember is to TAG YOUR POSTS AND CREATIONS. We need to trend!!! On Tumblr make sure you continue tagging your posts as you probably already are (look at my tags on this post if you need help, and remember not to use "DBD" on here because that is another fandom! We use DBDA here). On Twitter you want to use the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives for the rewatch and #SaveDeadBoyDetectives is a popular one, too. You can also use #DeadBoyDetectives. Hell, I usually use all three if I can! Hashtag every post you make about Dead Boys, no matter how annoying or "cringe" you may feel. Flood the fucking tag and do not stop.

Third, everyone needs to sign and keep circulating the petition. We've surpassed 5,000 signatures in a day which is fantastic, but we need more. Get everyone you know to sign it; tell them it takes no more than 15 seconds. Be annoying until they do it just to shut you up.

Fourth, request "Dead Boy Detectives Season 2" through Netflix's support website. It's a small thing but if we all do this a couple times a day it will get their attention. They really do vet these suggestions, and an influx of requests for a canceled show will raise eyebrows.

Lastly, if you decide to write Netflix (via email or a letter - their office address has been floating around) please remember to stay concise and professional. Don't curse at them, don't call names. State that you are disappointed with the cancellation of the show, maybe add an anecdote about what it meant to you, and I would even recommend attaching some articles that emphasize people's displeasure with the platform abandoning shows on a whim and Netflix's flippant attitude toward queer shows in particular. Dead Boy Detective Agency on Twitter has retweeted every article on this topic so far, you can find their page here.

You can also use graphics such as the ones below to affirm that the cancellation was unjust.

(Source 1, Source 2)

I know this feels like a lot: know your limits and take care of yourself. Whether you do every single one of these things or just a few of these things, every llittle bit helps!

Even in the worst case scenario where nothing changes, this gesture will mean so much to everyone who made this show. We owe it to the writers, cast, crew, and each other to TRY. We can all agree that this show deserves at least another season and if Netflix isn't going to do it, they need to be open to selling it to someone who will. We cannot keep allowing them to axe these queer and diverse shows with little regard for their customers and their employees, but also because it sets a harmful standard in the industry that is destroying television.

Let's crack this case and bring our agency back! I truly believe in this community!! 💜 We can do this!!

If there are any spelling errors or issues with links let me know! I did this on mobile because I want to mobilize this information as quickly as possible! I'll be adding on to this with new developments and can answer any questions you all might have. Lets save our show!

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velvetvisionsaurora · 1 month ago

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Heyy, I love your work, and I was wondering if you could make a seonghwa × fem!reader oneshot, where she is the 9th member of the group, and fans keep shipping both of them, something like that

Pairing: Seonghwa x 9th member fem reader

Warnings: none

Hidden in Plain Sight

You never planned for this to happen.

When KQ Entertainment announced they were adding a female trainee to their upcoming boy group—a bold move that shocked the K-pop industry—you'd been both terrified and thrilled. Years of training alongside eight boys who gradually became your brothers, your friends, your family.

And then there was Park Seonghwa.

The cameras didn't lie. Neither did the fans. And lately, neither did your heart.

---

"Y/N-ah! We need you for the final costume check!"

You looked up from your phone to see your manager waving frantically from the doorway of the dressing room. The other ATEEZ members were already lined up, their stage outfits for the comeback perfectly coordinated—black and gold, with accents of deep crimson. Your outfit matched theirs but was tailored differently, embracing your figure while still maintaining the group's cohesive image.

As you made your way over, you caught Seonghwa's gaze in the mirror. He quickly looked away, adjusting his jacket collar unnecessarily. You pretended not to notice the flush creeping up his neck.

This dance had been going on for months now.

"The stylists need to fix something with your jacket," Hongjoong explained, always the attentive leader. "We're on in forty minutes."

"Got it." You nodded, taking your place at the end of the line beside Jongho, who gave you an encouraging smile.

The stylist fussed with your outfit, pinning something at your shoulder while you stood perfectly still. Years of practice had taught you to be patient during these last-minute adjustments.

"So," Wooyoung's voice carried down the line, mischief evident in his tone, "did you see what was trending on Twitter last night?"

Your stomach dropped. You knew exactly what he was referring to.

"Wooyoung-ah," Yunho warned quietly.

But Wooyoung, ever the troublemaker, continued: "The 'SeongN' hashtag was number one worldwide after that V Live." He chuckled. "Fans are convinced you two are secretly dating."

The stylist working on your outfit pretended not to hear, but you could see her hiding a smile. Great. Even the staff were aware of the fans' shipping.

"It's just fans being fans," you replied, keeping your voice casual despite the heat rising to your cheeks. "They ship everyone with everyone."

"Not like they ship you two," San chimed in with a smirk. "The compilation videos of your 'moments' have millions of views."

You risked a glance at Seonghwa, who was staring straight ahead, his expression carefully neutral. Only the slight tension in his jaw betrayed his discomfort.

"That's enough," Hongjoong said firmly, shutting down the conversation. "We need to focus on the performance."

You shot him a grateful look. As leader, Hongjoong had always been protective of the group's dynamics, especially the unique challenges you faced as the only female member.

The stylist finished with your jacket and stepped back to assess her work. "Perfect," she declared. "You all look amazing."

As the team dispersed for final preparations, you felt a gentle touch on your elbow. Seonghwa stood beside you, his presence both comforting and nerve-wracking.

"Don't let it get to you," he said quietly. "The fans just... see something special in our friendship."

*Friendship*. The word stung more than it should have.

"I know," you replied with a forced smile. "It's fine. I'm used to it."

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment too long. "Are you? Because sometimes I wonder if—"

"Five minutes to standby!" The stage director's voice cut through the moment.

Seonghwa's hand fell away from your arm. "We should go," he said, the unfinished question hanging in the air between you.

As you followed him toward the stage, you couldn't help but wonder what he had been about to say.

---

The performance was electric. Your comeback stage for "Horizon's Edge" had the audience screaming from the first beat. The choreography—fierce and intricate—showcased the months of grueling practice you'd all endured.

During the bridge, you and Seonghwa had a duet section that the choreographer had insisted on after seeing your chemistry during rehearsals. It was barely fifteen seconds, but those moments on stage, moving in perfect synchronization with him, his hand briefly at your waist before spinning you away—they were both heaven and torture.

You could already imagine the fan edits that would flood YouTube tomorrow.

After the final bow and the adrenaline of the stage had faded, the exhaustion hit you. Back in the dressing room, you collapsed onto the couch, scrolling through the initial reactions on social media while the makeup artists helped the members remove their stage makeup.

"Y/N, you're up next for makeup removal," one of the staff called.

"In a minute," you responded, eyes fixed on your phone. The hashtag #SeongN was indeed trending again, accompanied by dozens of screenshots from the performance. Your duet with Seonghwa had not gone unnoticed.

@ateezmoon: *THE WAY SEONGHWA LOOKS AT Y/N DURING THAT SPIN?? HE'S WHIPPED* 😭❤️

@yeosangfairy: *we all know why the company added y/n to the group... the chemistry between her and seonghwa sells albums* 💯

@hongjoongace: *unpopular opinion but i hate how everyone's obsessed with seongn when y/n is such a talented performer in her own right*

You sighed, turning off your phone screen. The last comment hit a nerve—one of your biggest fears was being reduced to just "the girl in ATEEZ" or worse, "Seonghwa's rumored love interest." You'd worked too hard to be defined by either label.

"You shouldn't read those."

You looked up to find Yeosang standing over you, his makeup already removed, face glistening with post-cleanse moisturizer.

"I know," you admitted. "Bad habit."

He sat beside you, his presence calming as always. Of all the members, Yeosang was often the most perceptive, noticing things others missed.

"The fans will always create narratives," he said quietly. "It doesn't mean you have to let them affect you."

You nodded, grateful for his wisdom. "It's just... complicated."

Yeosang's eyes flickered across the room to where Seonghwa sat in the makeup chair, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror before quickly looking away.

"Yes," Yeosang agreed, following your line of sight. "I can see that."

Before you could respond, Mingi bounded over, his energy seemingly undiminished by the performance.

"Emergency snack run! Who's in?" he announced. "Manager-nim said we can go to the convenience store if we wear masks and hats."

The prospect of ramyeon and ice cream was too tempting to resist. Soon, most of the members were gathering their things, ready for a late-night food adventure.

"Y/N? Seonghwa-hyung? You coming?" Jongho asked, already pulling on his hoodie.

"I still need my makeup removed," you explained.

Seonghwa stood from the makeup chair, face now clean. "I'm a bit tired. I think I'll head back to the dorm."

"Suit yourselves," San shrugged. "We'll bring back ice cream."

As the others filed out with promises to return with snacks, the dressing room suddenly felt too quiet, too empty. Just you, Seonghwa, and a makeup artist who was now gesturing for you to take your seat in front of the mirror.

The silence stretched uncomfortably as she began removing your stage makeup with gentle cotton pads. Seonghwa busied himself organizing his belongings, though you noticed he was taking an unusually long time to pack his simple backpack.

"That choreography was intense," you said finally, unable to bear the quiet. "My legs are going to be sore tomorrow."

"You did well," he replied, his voice soft. "That spin transition was perfect."

The makeup artist dabbed cleansing oil around your eyes, removing the heavy eyeliner. "You two looked beautiful together on stage," she commented innocently. "The fans will love it."

You felt rather than saw Seonghwa stiffen at her words.

"Thank you," you managed, keeping your expression neutral despite the awkwardness.

When the makeup artist finished and stepped away to dispose of the used cotton pads, Seonghwa approached, sitting in the chair beside yours.

"Y/N..." he began, his voice lower now. "About what Wooyoung said earlier..."

Your heart raced. "It's just fan stuff. It doesn't matter."

"What if it does?" His question hung in the air, loaded with unspoken meaning.

Before you could ask him to elaborate, the makeup artist returned. Seonghwa immediately stood up, the moment broken.

"I'll wait for you outside," he said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "We can share a car back to the dorm."

You nodded, trying to ignore the disappointment settling in your chest. Another almost-conversation, another moment lost.

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The car ride back to the dorm was quiet, the city lights passing in a blur outside the window. You sat beside Seonghwa in the back seat, careful to maintain a proper distance despite the urge to lean into his warmth.

"You were looking at the comments, weren't you?" he asked suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to him, surprised. "How did you know?"

A small, sad smile tugged at his lips. "I know you, Y/N-ah. Better than you think."

The intimacy of his words made your breath catch. "They're just comments," you said dismissively. "Some nice, some... presumptuous."

"Do they bother you?" His question was careful, measured.

You considered lying, but something in his gaze made honesty feel necessary. "Sometimes. Not because of what they imply about us, but because..."

"Because?"

"Because sometimes I feel like that's all they see." You looked down at your hands. "Not the years of training, not the performances or the music. Just... shipping fodder."

Seonghwa was quiet for a long moment. Then, so softly you almost missed it: "And what about what they imply about us? Does that bother you?"

The question made your heart stutter. You risked meeting his eyes. "Should it?"

The car slowed as it approached your dorm building, saving you from having to hear his answer. As you both climbed out and thanked the driver, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy between you.

The dorm was empty, the other members still out on their snack mission. The silence felt different here—more intimate, more dangerous.

"I'm going to shower," you announced, needing space to collect your thoughts.

Seonghwa nodded, heading toward the kitchen. "I'll make some tea."

Under the hot spray of the shower, you tried to make sense of the conversation in the car. Was Seonghwa just concerned about fan perceptions affecting the group? Or was there something more to his questions?

By the time you emerged in comfortable clothes, hair damp and face flushed from the steam, you'd convinced yourself you were reading too much into things. Your feelings for Seonghwa—feelings you'd carefully hidden for over a year now—were clouding your judgment.

You found him in the living room, two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table. He'd changed into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, his black hair still slightly styled from the performance.

"Feel better?" he asked as you settled onto the couch, leaving a cushion of space between you.

"Much." You reached for the tea, letting the warmth seep into your hands. "Thanks for this."

He nodded, his eyes on his own mug. "Y/N, I need to tell you something."

Your pulse quickened. "Okay."

"I requested to change the choreography for the next comeback."

Of all the things you expected him to say, this wasn't one of them. "What? Why?"

He set his mug down carefully. "I asked the choreographer to give our duet section to you and Yunho instead."

The words hit like a physical blow. "But... why would you do that?"

"Because I think it's becoming a problem." His voice was strained. "The fans, the shipping, the rumors... it's not fair to you."

"Not fair to me?" You placed your own mug down, afraid your shaking hands might spill it. "Shouldn't that be my decision?"

"The company is concerned," he continued. "They think the focus on us is overshadowing the group's music. And you said it yourself—you don't want to be reduced to just shipping fodder."

Anger flared unexpectedly. "So you made this decision without even talking to me first?"

"I was trying to protect you," he insisted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You don't see how people look at you, how they talk—"

"I'm not some fragile thing that needs protection, Seonghwa," you cut in. "I'm an idol, just like you. Just like everyone else in this group."

"It's different for you and you know it," he argued, voice rising slightly. "Being the only female member puts you under a different kind of scrutiny."

"And you think removing our choreography together will somehow fix that?" You laughed bitterly. "All it does is validate the rumors that there's something to hide."

Seonghwa stood abruptly, pacing the small living room. "Then what would you have me do? Because every time we're together on stage, every time we interact, it feeds this... this narrative."

"Why does it bother you so much?" you demanded, standing to face him. "Unless..."

The realization dawned slowly, painfully. "Unless you're uncomfortable with people thinking there's something between us. Is that it? The idea is so terrible you needed to eliminate it completely?"

The hurt must have been evident in your voice because Seonghwa stopped pacing, his expression shifting from frustration to something softer, more vulnerable.

"Y/N, no," he said quietly. "That's not it at all."

"Then what?" Your voice cracked slightly. "Why go behind my back like this?"

He took a step toward you, then hesitated. "Because every time they pair us together, every time I have to hold you on stage and then let you go, knowing it's just for show..." He closed his eyes briefly. "It's killing me."

The world seemed to stop. "What are you saying?"

Seonghwa looked at you then, really looked at you, his guard completely down. "I'm saying that pretending there's nothing between us when the whole world seems to see it—it's harder than I thought it would be."

Your heart pounded so loudly you were certain he could hear it. "Seonghwa—"

"I know it's unprofessional," he continued quickly. "I know it complicates everything. That's why I thought if we had less interaction on stage, maybe I could..."

"Could what?" you whispered.

"Stop feeling this way."

The confession hung in the air between you, changing everything and nothing all at once.

"You never asked me how I feel," you said softly.

His eyes widened slightly. "How... how do you feel?"

Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, reaching up to touch his face gently. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, his breath catching at the contact.

"The fans see something between us because there *is* something," you admitted. "At least... on my side."

For a moment, Seonghwa remained perfectly still. Then, slowly, his hand covered yours against his cheek. "I've been trying so hard to be professional, to not let my feelings get in the way of the group."

"I know," you murmured. "Me too."

"If the company found out..."

"They don't need to know," you said. "Not yet. But I don't want to pretend there's nothing here when we both know there is."

His forehead touched yours, an intimate gesture that made your heart soar. "What are we going to do?"

Before you could answer, the sound of laughter and voices in the hallway signaled the return of the other members. You stepped back from each other quickly, the moment broken but the truth now acknowledged between you.

The door burst open, and Wooyoung led the charge, laden with plastic bags of convenience store treasures.

"We come bearing gifts!" he announced dramatically, before pausing at the obvious tension in the room. "Did we interrupt something?"

"Just discussing the choreography for the next comeback," Seonghwa replied smoothly, his composure recovered faster than yours.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but choosing not to press. "We got ice cream. It's already melting, so we should eat it now."

As the members distributed snacks and recounted their convenience store adventure, you caught Seonghwa's eye across the room. He gave you a small, private smile that promised an unfinished conversation.

Later, as everyone settled in for a late-night movie, you found yourself on the couch with Seonghwa beside you. Under the cover of darkness and with the others distracted by the film, his pinky finger hooked around yours—a tiny gesture, hidden in plain sight.

Like so many things between you.

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The following week was a whirlwind of music show performances, fan signs, and radio appearances. Your comeback was being well-received, with "Horizon's Edge" climbing the charts steadily.

And the #SeongN hashtag continued to trend.

During one particularly chaotic fan sign, a fan placed a photo in front of you—a screenshot from your duet with Seonghwa, the moment his hand rested at your waist.

"Are you and Seonghwa-oppa really just friends?" she asked boldly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

You maintained your professional smile. "We're groupmates and very good friends," you answered diplomatically. "ATEEZ is like family."

The fan wasn't deterred. "But you have such amazing chemistry on stage!"

From the corner of your eye, you saw Seonghwa at his seat further down the table, signing albums with practiced efficiency.

"We work hard on our performances," you said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

As the line moved forward, you caught Mingi smirking at you from his seat. He leaned over when there was a brief gap between fans.

"'Very good friends,'" he mimicked in a whisper. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

You elbowed him discreetly. "Shut up, Mingi-yah."

His laugh only confirmed your suspicion—the members were starting to notice the shift between you and Seonghwa, subtle as it was.

After the fan sign, as you all filed back into the company vans, Hongjoong pulled you aside.

"We need to talk," he said quietly. "Not now, but soon."

The seriousness in his tone made your stomach drop. "About?"

His eyes flicked to where Seonghwa was climbing into the other van. "You know what about."

You swallowed hard and nodded. As leader, Hongjoong's primary concern would always be the well-being of ATEEZ as a group. If he thought something—or someone—might jeopardize that...

The ride back to the company building was tense, your mind racing with potential outcomes of the conversation to come.

When you arrived, Hongjoong caught your eye. "Meet me in practice room three in ten minutes."

You nodded, watching as he spoke briefly to Seonghwa, who glanced at you with concern before following Hongjoong down the hallway.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself in the familiar practice room, where countless choreographies had been learned and perfected. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were already waiting, their expressions serious.

"Close the door," Hongjoong instructed.

You did as asked, heart hammering. "What's this about?"

Hongjoong sighed, looking between you and Seonghwa. "I think you both know."

Neither of you spoke, the silence confirming his suspicions.

"Look," Hongjoong continued, his tone softening. "As your leader and your friend, I need to know what's going on. Not because I want to interfere, but because whatever affects two members affects the whole group."

Seonghwa stepped forward. "Nothing has happened," he said firmly. "We've acknowledged some... feelings, but that's all."

You nodded in agreement. "We would never do anything to hurt ATEEZ."

Hongjoong studied you both carefully. "I believe you. But the company might not be so understanding if they notice what I've noticed."

"Are you going to report us?" you asked, fear creeping into your voice.

To your surprise, Hongjoong laughed. "Report you for what? Having feelings? No." His expression grew serious again. "But I do need you both to be careful. For your sakes and for the group's."

Relief washed over you. "We will be."

"The fans already suspect something," Seonghwa pointed out. "That's why I suggested changing the choreography for the next comeback."

Hongjoong shook his head. "Changing the choreography now would only fuel speculation. You need to act normal—professional on stage, friendly off stage. Nothing more, nothing less."

The reality of your situation settled heavily on your shoulders. What had momentarily felt like freedom—the acknowledgment of feelings between you and Seonghwa—was now clearly outlined as a complication that needed careful management.

"We understand," Seonghwa said quietly.

Hongjoong placed a hand on each of your shoulders. "I'm not saying this can never be. Just... not now. Not when we're still establishing ourselves."

You nodded, knowing he was right. ATEEZ was finally gaining the recognition you'd all worked so hard for. A scandal—even a minor one involving two members having feelings for each other—could derail everything.

"Thank you," you said to Hongjoong. "For not making this bigger than it needs to be."

He smiled, the tension in the room easing slightly. "That's what leaders are for. Now, let's get back before the others start gossiping even more than they already are."

As you left the practice room, Seonghwa's hand briefly brushed against yours—a fleeting touch, a silent promise. *Not now doesn't mean not ever.*

For the moment, it would have to be enough.

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Three months passed. The comeback promotion period ended successfully, and preparations for your next album were underway. You and Seonghwa maintained the careful balance Hongjoong had suggested—professional, friendly, nothing more.

At least in public.

In private moments—late nights in the studio when everyone else had gone home, early mornings in the dorm kitchen before the others woke—you found ways to acknowledge what existed between you. Small conversations, gentle touches, shared glances that said what words couldn't.

It wasn't enough, but it was all you could have for now.

The fans, predictably, continued their theories. Each interaction between you was analyzed, each moment of distance equally scrutinized. The #SeongN hashtag had become a permanent fixture in your fandom.

During dance practice for your new title track, the choreographer announced a surprising change.

"For the bridge section, we'll have Seonghwa and Y/N center again," she explained, demonstrating the move. "The company specifically requested it after seeing the response to your last duet."

You caught Seonghwa's eye across the practice room, seeing your own surprise reflected there. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Later that evening, you found yourself alone in the dorm. The others had gone out for dinner and a movie—a rare night off that everyone had been looking forward to. You'd declined, claiming exhaustion from the day's practice, though in truth, you just needed space to think.

The new choreography was weighing on you—not because it was difficult, but because of what it meant. Another duet with Seonghwa. Another round of fan theories and shipping hashtags. Another test of your resolve to keep things professional.

You were in your room, hair still damp from the shower, when you heard the front door open and close. Footsteps moved through the dorm—too quiet for the usual chaos of all seven boys returning at once.

"Hello?" you called out, opening your bedroom door. "Who's back early?"

Seonghwa stood in the hallway, looking slightly startled to see you. "Y/N. I thought you'd gone with the others."

"I could say the same about you," you replied, leaning against your doorframe. "Wasn't the movie something you wanted to see?"

He shrugged, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up in a way that made your heart skip. "I couldn't focus. My mind was elsewhere."

The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with three months of careful distance and controlled interactions.

"Do you want some tea?" you offered, desperate to break the tension. "I was about to make some."

"No." The firmness in his voice made you look up sharply. Seonghwa's eyes were darker than usual, his posture tense. "No more tea, no more excuses, no more pretending."

Your breath caught. "Seonghwa—"

"Three months," he said, taking a step toward you. "Three months of acting like there's nothing here when we both know there is."

Another step. You found yourself backing up, into your room.

"The others could come back," you warned weakly.

"They're watching the extended cut. They'll be gone for hours." His voice had dropped to a tone you'd never heard from him before—low, intense, almost dangerous.

Your back hit the wall beside your bed. Seonghwa stood before you, close enough that you could smell his cologne, but not touching you. Not yet.

"We agreed," you whispered. "For the group's sake—"

"I'm tired of putting everyone else first," he interrupted. "The group, the company, the fans. What about us? What about what we want?"

Your heart hammered against your ribs. "What do you want, Seonghwa?"

The question hung in the air for one breathless moment.

Then, with a sound that was almost a growl, Seonghwa closed the distance between you. His hands found your waist, backing you against your bedroom door as it swung shut behind you. The solid thud of your back hitting the wood was followed immediately by his lips crashing into yours.

The kiss was nothing like you'd imagined in your quiet daydreams—it wasn't gentle or tentative. It was desperate, hungry, as if he'd been drowning and you were air. His hands moved from your waist to frame your face, fingers threading into your damp hair.

You responded with equal fervor, months of suppressed feelings unleashing all at once. Your hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

When you finally broke apart, both gasping for breath, Seonghwa pressed his forehead against yours. "I've wanted to do that since the first day we performed together," he confessed, voice ragged.

"Why did you wait so long?" you asked, your lips still tingling from his kiss.

His thumb traced your lower lip, eyes following the movement. "I was trying to be responsible. The perfect hyung, the perfect groupmate." A bitter laugh escaped him. "But I can't do it anymore. Not when you're right here, so close I can touch you, but always out of reach."

You reached up, brushing his hair back from his forehead in a tender gesture that contrasted with the intensity of moments before. "You don't have to be perfect. Not with me."

Something shifted in his expression—vulnerability giving way to desire once more. "If the others knew..."

"They don't need to," you whispered, echoing his words from months ago. "Not yet."

This time when he kissed you, it was slower but no less passionate. His hands skimmed down your sides, leaving trails of heat through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You arched into his touch, fingers threading through his hair, marveling at how right this felt despite everything that made it complicated.

Seonghwa's lips moved from yours to trace a path along your jaw, down your neck. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against your skin. "If this is too much, tell me to stop and I will."

In answer, you tugged him back up to capture his lips again. "Don't you dare," you breathed against his mouth.

A low sound rumbled in his chest as he pressed you more firmly against the door, one hand moving to your thigh, lifting it slightly to bring your bodies even closer together.

The world narrowed to just this room, just this moment—Seonghwa's hands mapping your body as if memorizing every curve, your fingers tracing the lean muscles of his back beneath his shirt, the mingled sounds of your breathing growing more ragged.

"Y/N," he whispered your name like a prayer. "I—"

The distant sound of the front door opening jolted you both back to reality. Voices and laughter filtered through the dorm—the others returning far earlier than expected.

You froze, still pinned between Seonghwa and the door, his body pressed against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Y/N-ah! Seonghwa-hyung! Are you here?" Wooyoung's voice called out. "The movie projector broke so we came back early!"

Seonghwa's forehead dropped to your shoulder, a soft groan of frustration escaping him. "Of course," he muttered, the irony of the situation not lost on either of you.

You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up. "Hidden in plain sight," you whispered, echoing his earlier words in a different context.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a mix of regret and promise in his gaze. "This isn't over," he said quietly, his thumb brushing your lower lip once more.

"It better not be," you replied, pressing a quick, final kiss to his lips before gently pushing him away to fix your disheveled appearance.

Seonghwa stepped back, running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to restore it to order. The flush on his cheeks and the slight swelling of his lips would be harder to explain away.

"We should..." he gestured vaguely toward the door.

You nodded, smoothing down your clothes. "Just act normal."

A laugh escaped him. "Normal. Right."

As you reached for the door handle, Seonghwa caught your wrist, turning you back to face him. "Y/N," he said softly. "No matter what happens next, know that this—us—it's real. It's not for the cameras, not for the fans. It's just us."

The sincerity in his eyes made your heart swell. "I know," you whispered.

With one last shared look—a promise of more moments like this to come—you opened the door and stepped out to face your groupmates, the heat of Seonghwa's touch still lingering on your skin.

Some things, you realized, were worth the risk. And Park Seonghwa was definitely one of them.

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez angst #park seonghwa x reader #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #9th member of skz #ateez

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dreamescapeswriting · 9 months ago

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Stray Kids Reaction || They Get Teased For Hickeys

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Fans had easily spotted the faint bruise on Chan’s neck during a live he was doing and instantly the comments began to flood with all kinds of questions. You smirked from Felix's hotel room where you were hiding out while Chan spoke to some of the fans.

Your relationship had been out in the open for a while now but you still weren't allowed to be in the room when he went live.

"Chan-oppa, is that a hickey?!" Was quickly flooding the comments and soon twitter was overrun by the hashtag #ChansHickey you were almost sure it was going to be trending by the time the live finished and you couldn't help but giggle. Usually, the two of you were careful when it came to leaving marks on him, you left them mostly in spots that weren't to be seen but earlier you'd gotten a little too into your session and left one right on his neck.

Chan immediately rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly as he reads the comments, his cheeks starting to burn bright red as he whine a little.

"Hickey? What hickey? This is just...um...a mosquito bite!" he tries to deflect, but the blush on his cheeks only fuels the teasing from fans and Felix - who was beisde him - nudges him,

"Hyung, mosquitoes in September? Really?" He giggles, making Chan turn an even brighter shade of red.

MINHO:

It only took one fan to notice a mark on Lee Know’s neck during a video call, and they had boldly asked him,

"Is that a hickey, Minho-oppa?" Lee Know smirks, raising an eyebrow, he was always confident when it came to your relationship and it had recently been announced to everyone.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Why, you jealous?" He winked mischievously, sending the girl into a frenzy as she giggled and blushed wildly at him. Hyunjin chimes in from the background,

"Don’t let him fool you. He probably did it to himself!" He yelled only before Lee Know threw a cushion at him, laughing,

"I wouldn’t waste my time." He grumbled before turning his attention back to the fan and answering the questions that she had for him which were now all about you.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin didn't tend to overanalyse his photos before posting them online which was why fans had spotted the suspicious mark on Changbin’s neck during a gym selfie he posted instead of himself.

"Bin, you might wanna check your post." you giggled as the boys gathered around your phone to see what you were giggling over. But it didn't take long for them to smirk at each other,

"Binnie baby is growing up." Chan laughed loudly and Changbin frowned trying to find his phone. Minho was smirking even more,

"You know, I think the cat out of the bag now." He chuckled darkly as Changbin began to read through the comments under his phone.

"Binnie, you didn’t tell us you were getting stronger in other ways," one fan teases. Changbin immediately denies it, rushing to comment under his pic.

"It’s just a bruise from working out! You guys are imagining things!!" You laughed harder as everyone began to tease him for denying it when it was quite clearly not that kind of bruise.

"at least @ your partner so we can congratulate their handiwork" a comment stated and it only got worse from then on.

HYUNJIN:

Fans instantly spotted the hickey on Hyunjin’s neck during a dance practice video, and it became became the talk of the comments and twitter. It was insane how quickly it had spread and how fast STAY had managed to get the hashtag #RedLightHyunjin trending online. Everywhere you went you found more and more comments about the mark.

"Hyunjin, care to explain that mark?" one comment reads and you smirked looking over at your boyfriend who was shaking his head at you.

"What can I say? I’m just irresistible," he says dramatically, sending a playful wink toward you before you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Chan threw a pillow in his direction while Jeongin pretended to gag at him,

"Someone save me from this cringe!" The maknae cried out to the other members but Hyunjin just blew you a kiss and winked once again making you groan at him.

JISUNG:

It wasn't Jisung's fault that he'd walked in on Chan doing a live, he hadn't realised what was happening until it was all too late.

"Oho, Jisung-ah, what’s that?!" Chan teases, laughing loudly and pointing out the mark making him whine. Jisung dramatically gasps, pretending to faint on camera,,

"It’s a vampire attack! I barely survived!" He flops onto the couch, hand over his heart as the others burst out laughing. Felix shakes his head,

"Hyung, vampires don’t leave hickeys," to which Jisung responds with an exaggerated sigh,

"Clearly, I met a special one." He smirks staring at the camera and winking which only made the fans worse with theories and memes.

FELIX:

It was during a fan sign, then a fan hands Felix a picture of him from a recent event, pointing out a mark on his collarbone. It was circled in red ink and Felix could feel the blush tugging on his cheeks,

"What's this, Lixie? Did someone get a little too close?" The fan giggled and Felix’s eyes widened as he quickly looked down, tugging his shirt up.

"W-What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!" He’s blushing from head to toe, and the fans erupt into laughter. Each of the boys smirked down at him, and he grumbled at them not to say anything. Han seemed to ignore him though as he leaned over, grinning at the younger member,

"Don't worry, Felix. You’re still our sunshine...just with a little extra heat." He winks but the playful comment only makes him more flustered and the fans who were within ear shot all squealed and started giggling at one another.

SEUNGMIN:

On a variety show, one of the MCs jokingly points out a mark on Seungmin’s neck, the cameras automatically zooming on on the hickey and dramatic music played on set.

"Seungmin, what’s that? Did someone leave their signature on you?" Without missing a beat, Seungmin coolly responds,

"Well, some of us are loved," flashing a cheeky grin that sends the crowd into laughter. Your relationship had been announced almost two years ago and people were finally warming up to the fact that the boys weren't meant to be single men all of the time. Hyunjin - who was sitting across from Seungmin - dramatically gasps acting as though he was offended by his comment,

"I’ve never been so betrayed!" clutching his chest in fake shock, making Seungmin roll his eyes before he glanced in your direction behind the cameras and grinned to himself. Already coming up with a plan to make you pay for the huge hickey etched into his skin.

JEONGIN:

The poor innocent child had no idea you'd left a mark on him until fans caught a glimpse of a hickey on Jeongin’s neck during a live stream and started flooding the comments.

"Jeongin-ah, what’s that on your neck?!" Jeongin glances at the screen, confused, before looking in a nearby mirror. His mouth dropped open and he whimpered a little,

"Wait, what?" His eyes widen, he touches it trying to remove it thinking that maybe he'd somehow smudged makeup or ink onto his skin but once he realised what it actually was he covers it immediately.

The comments continued to bombard him with questions and comments about the mark and he felt himself blushing more and more as he whined at them all,

"Looks like our baby is growing up!" Jeongin blushes furiously and quickly finds a way to end the stream so he can come and talk to you about marking him.

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starvrse · 10 months ago

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MISSING YOU

| pairing : non-idol!kim minji x famous!fem reader

| summary: minji misses you and gets horny

| warnings: g!p minji, smut, jerking off using panties, lowercase, not proofread, more but i can’t think of them 😭

minji let out a heavy sigh as she entered her dorm and locked the door. it’s been 2 days since you left korea and went to paris for fashion week, and she missed you soo much.

she tried to take her mind off missing you by studying. but no matter how hard she tried to focus on her school work, her thoughts kept drifting back to you. she longed for the comfort of your embrace, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your lips on hers. despite her best efforts, her heart ached with the loneliness of missing you.

eventually minji shut her book and leaned back in her chair, letting out a groan. thinking of a different way to get her mind off you, the kim picked up her phone and decided to scroll on random apps.

after scrolling for a while, her thoughts eventually drifted away from you. she continued mindlessly scrolled through her feed, when suddenly a post caught her attention, reading “OMG YN AT FASHION WEEK” her finger paused for a moment on the screen, mentally cursing her internet for not loading the content fast enough.

after a couple of seconds, the videos finished loading and she found herself unable to look away from the sight of you. the more she watched, the more her heart ached with longing and the more her cock started reacting.

minji lightly bit her lip as she scanned her eyes across the outfit you were wearing. the tight Chanel dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. the dress was a classic black and white houndstooth print, with a tight bodice that accentuated your small waist and full hips, and a skirt that flared out at the knees, giving it a retro yet sophisticated vibe. your hair was in a high ponytail with a side part, the style was basic yet you made it look amazing.

palming her cock while scrolling through your hashtag, the dark haired girl felt dirty and embarrassed for being so horny. turning off and putting her phone on the table, she pulled her pajamas pants and boxers down.

wrapping her hand around her hard dick, she slowly started pumping it. closing her eyes shut and letting out light sighs, minji moved her hand faster, trying her hardest to get off.

“obviously this isn’t working..” she mumbled to herself, feeling more frustrated and out of control than before. she clenched her jaw and let out a frustrated huff, knowing that she needed something more intense to finally find the release she so desperately craved.

giving up, she stands up out of her chair and makes her way to the bathroom to clean herself up. throwing her boxers in the dirty clothes bin, she catches a glimpse of the small pile of your dirty laundry that you left.

—

“this is sick…” she thinks to herself as she searches through the pile and finds a pair of your victoria secret panties. she picks them up and brings it to her nose, inhaling your scent deeply. as your familiar smell fills her senses, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh.

immediately running back to her chair she picks up her phone and opens the same photo of you. setting her phone up on her books she sniffs your panties again while jerking her cock faster, staring at the picture. letting out moans and whimpers as she imagines pulling at your ponytail while your on your knees looking up at her with her cock in your mouth.

she abruptly stops everything. standing up, laying your underwear on her table, and picking up her phone while opening the camera app. she presses record with her left hand and starts pumping her dick again with her right. putting her shirt in her mouth so you can get a clear view of her abdomen, and so she doesn’t ruin her favorite shirt with cum, she lets out muffled whimpers.

finally reaching her peak, her shirt drops out her mouth, and whiny moans of your name spill out of her lips. as her nut spirts all over your panties, the desk, and the floor.

after squeezing out every last drop of cum on your underwear, her left hand shakily zooms in on her fingers spreading out her semen on them.

“i-i’m sorry for ruining your panties princess, this is what happens when i miss you.” she says, the pout evident in her voice. minji stops the video and doesn’t waste any time going to your contact and sending it, typing a “wish you were here to clean me up :(((“ after.

have you guys realized how ass i am at making titles 😭anyways we’re so back 🙂‍↕️ also sorry for the awkward ending i literally did not know how to end ts 😭😭 just use ur imagination for yns reply 🙏 REQUEST ARE OPEN OH YEAHHH KEEP ME BOOKED AND BUSY

#starvrse #fem reader #kpop smut #g!p #kim minji #minji x reader #minji smut #newjeans #kpop fanfic #newjeans smut #g!p minji

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barrenclan · 4 months ago

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Do you have any new-creator of comics advice? I’m not sure what platforms to post on or how to go about it. Thank you. :)

Sadly there are less and less broad platforms available for posting independent comics on these days. I absolutely advise you to stay away from Webtoons and DeviantArt at this point, they're toxic sludgy messes. I would say you have a few main options, depending on what you like -

Instagram: it's good for getting attention relatively quickly, but the algorithim is quite terrible for artists and the insurgence of AI is also pretty bad. There's a strong community of Warriors OC comics on Instagram which may help if that's your genre, but it's rough for totally original comic work. Use a lot of hashtags on your posts if you do decide to post there.

Original website: if you're good with coding, or you know someone who is, you could make your own website to post comics on. Obviously it's hard to get algorithmic traffic from this, but if you're active on another platform you can advertise yourself. Plus you then have total control over what goes on with the website.

Tumblr: I've found that posting comics on Tumblr is pretty nice in algorithmic terms, and you get a lot more community interaction here than on some platforms. But it is pretty hard for new readers to figure out its layout and keep everything streamlined, and the website isn't super reliable all the time.

ComicFury: ComicFury is the best out of all these options and my strongest recommendation. It is AI-free, lets your build and design your own host website connected to the main site, and you have control over everything you upload to it. There's not a push algorithim, but if you post frequently you will get your comic into the "recently updated" feed and you will slowly build an audience. You need to have patience when creating a webcomic anyways; so I would say start here.

#ask #anon #advice

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saltpepperbeard · 2 years ago

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Be a Lighthouse - Fight For OFMD Season 3

Hi everyone. The news of our cancellation is both incredibly devastating, and quite shocking considering the trajectory of the show and its fanbase. Everything looked like it was lining up in a positive fashion...only for the rug to get yanked out from under us.

I cried. I went numb. I stared at the wall for a while.

But then, something sparked. Like Ed who was resolved to his fate in S1Ep4 only to rocket back upwards, I was struck with a realization: we need to be a lighthouse!

Fanbases have campaigned before, and have gotten results. Sense8 was able to get a two hour finale to properly wrap everything up. Lucifer was able to get picked up by Netflix after being cancelled by Fox. Brooklyn 99 was able to get picked up by NBC after being cancelled by Fox. And many more examples.

Be it a proper renewal, a finale wrap that entails Ed and Stede's wedding, or the attention from another network, I say we fight that good fight. So, here are some ways we can be heard; if you think of any additional points, please feel free to add them!

If you don't cancel your Max Subscription, continue watching the show and leaving feedback on Max's online feedback form. I had a kneejerk reaction when cancellation was announced and pulled the plug...only to sit back and reconsider. I want them to still get my metrics. I want them to still see the show means something to me. And whether that's through words or statistics, I feel like that's something.

2. Follow @renewasacrew and keep up with their resources/campaigns. They're very active and passionate, and have already come up with different ways to fight for our show.

3. Sign the petition to give us just that little bit more of a chance to have our voices heard.

4. Stay active on social media, and stay positive. Continue sharing how much this show means to us. Continue creating. Continue loving. Use hashtags like-

#RenewAsACrew

#SaveOFMD

#RenewOFMD

#BeALighthouse

#OFMDSeason3

or anything equivalent on any and all OFMD-related posts. Keep the buzz about it going on social media. Comment on posts, keep spreading the word, and get the light burning.

5. Renewasacrew has given us another outlet; an official HBO email address. Write an email detailing your personal experience with this show, and how significant a third season would be.

6. Tweet/email other platforms to pique their interest. Be it Amazon Prime, Hulu, Netflix, or whoever else, let's see if we can't catch someone else's attention. A romcom with iconic LGBT representation seems pretty enticing if you ask me!

This show means the world to me. Y'all mean the world to me. So let's show them why. Let's show them why, and get the proper ending we, the cast and crew, and the characters all deserve.

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD Season 3 #OFMD S3 #Renew as a Crew #Renew OFMD #Be A Lighthouse #ofmdaily #ofmdsource #ofmdedit #ofmdblog #I'm trying #I'M ATTEMPTING

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two-white-butterflies · 7 months ago

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gave you all my best me's (i)

Description: Aemond needs a fake-girlfriend. It's a good thing that he has leverage over his nephew's ex-girlfriend.

Pairing: (past! jacaerys velaryon/reader), aemond targaryen/reader

Notes: I wanted to rewrite this fanfic before writing a bonus chapter. I'm not a big fan of the old version of this: you're losing me. TWO PARTS SO COMMENT TO GET TAGGED.

It is a beautiful thing to be admired for your talents, but when the media begins digging into your personal life - it is difficult to decipher where one draws a line. "When are you getting married?" The late-night host asks.

You answer him with an awkward chuckle.

Despite your social media branding - you longed for marriage, a white picket fence, and children. "There's so much more to life than getting married," you pursed your lips into a thin line. You could already see yourself in tomorrow morning's tabloids - trending on Twitter AND Tiktok with a witty hashtag.

"I agree, but for other people, it's a milestone moment for them. Is it not in your plans to get married in the future? Or is it an if it happens, it happens kind of thing?" The man continues to inquire.

You forced a smile on your face.

You did want to get married, but it's not in Jace's plans. He's the type of man who goes from hotel to hotel - the type of man who doesn't have his own apartment because he likes to act like a cowboy. Jace is the type of man who'd wear speedos with Birkenstocks. He does not ever see himself getting married, but he sees himself staying with you forever.

"I, unfortunately, don't see myself getting married. I mean respect for the people who are married, but for me, it's not really a necessity because I already see myself staying with this one person my entire life, and for me, I don't feel the need to get married." You explained, echoing the words that Jace whispered to you last night.

"- but yeah, if it happens, it happens." You rolled your eyes.

You placed your Le Smoking YSL Jacket loudly on the table, hoping that Jacaerys would take a hint and know that you've finally arrived. It has already been three-weeks after the viral interview, and he didn't seem bothered by the attention.

"I missed you," you smiled at him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He always smells like vanilla. "- did you watch the interview?" You asked, pulling away from the embrace. He returns back to typing on his 3-year-old Macbook. "I watched it," he confirms.

You took a deep breath, which probably means that his family has already watched it. "I'm sorry my PR manager forgot to warn me. I seriously felt like a deer caught in headlights," you complained, pausing to see if he was mad.

Jacaerys is the oldest son of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. He is the scion of the two oldest families in America. His great-great-great something on both sides came to this country on the Mayflower - and thus, they took extreme precautions when it came to safeguarding their privacy. Rhaenyra was already adamant about allowing her son to write his little books, and now that you were in the picture...

"It's fine, I hope they stop asking about that marriage thing." A sigh escapes his mouth, and you can hear him clacking on his keyboard - typing without an end. "Maybe it's a sign for us to talk seriously about the topic." You begin.

"Marriage is for people-pleasers. We spend a lot of money on this one celebration where everyone gets to eat and dance, but marriage doesn't mean being with someone forever." He articulates, unable to say, that he doesn't want to repeat his parents' mistakes and that he doesn't want to live in a bickering home.

"I want to get married," you blurted out.

He responds with silence. It is obvious that he is thinking of an appropriate response - but you know that the answer is no. "I have everything that I could ever want in the world, a perfect career, a perfect boyfriend, a perfect house. The only things that I want now are marriage and babies, Jace." You continued to explain, and his face dropped to the floor.

You reach for his hands, entwining them with yours. He gazes up from his laptop, and he stares right into your eyes. "We're not going to be like your parents." You promised.

"We aren't a hundred percent sure of that. I can't even promise you everlasting love, I can't even promise you that I can love you with the same strength every day." He tilts his head. Which leads you to believe that the only reason he hasn't married you yet - is because he doesn't love you at all.

"I know, but you choose me every day. You choose us every day, and that is the same thing as love." You persuaded.

You could sense the reluctance in his movements. "We're fighting all the time. I haven't seen you in almost a month. Getting married is not going to fix our problems." His voice softens. He loves you with all of his heart, but he doesn't know how to show that love without first ruining it.

"Let's break up," he proposed.

He was expecting you to say no, like all the other times before, but this time - you retreat silently. You grab your things and you leave his hotel room.

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"Who's the guy?" You whispered in Lucie's ears, and she turned around to look at the man who had been staring at you for the past five minutes. "Holy fuck, that's Aemond Targaryen. His family literally owns half of Texas." She whisper-shouted.

It didn't help with the fact that the man was smoking hot. Lucie stares at her phone for half a minute. "Wait, can I leave alone for just a second? Cecil forgot to bring his polo, and the receptionist is not letting him in." She groaned. "I'll be fine," you gave her a slight smile.

Lucie leaves your side, and Aemond begins walking towards you. "(Your Name)," you introduced yourself with a smile. "Aemond Targaryen," he shakes your hand.

This could be the beginning of something new...something different. "You don't look like the type of person who'd spend her weekends in old country clubs," he smiles charmingly. "I came here with my friend, Lucie. She's supposed to have a date with this guy, but he seems to have forgotten the rule of the country club." You chuckled.

Aemond tilts his head softly, and he whispers. "Always wear a shirt with a collar." He laughs.

"It's such a preposterous rule, I bet you that I'll have to hear about her boyfriend's expensive suit and how it is preposterous that he wasn't allowed inside." You giggled.

"I bet you that the staff doesn't get paid enough to deal with people like them," he led you to another part of the gardens. This part was exclusive only to esteemed members of the club, which probably means that this Aemond fellow is important. "I heard that a beautiful singer was going to be here. I had to my brother's golfcart to make it in the Clubhouse in time," his eyes narrowed.

Of course, the people that he heard those sentiments from weren't exactly appreciative of your presence. It was one of his mother's cousins who said something about these idiotic celebrities eating in the place where they were eating. "Oh please, you don't need to sugarcoat their words. I bet you that Lucie is scandalized for bringing me," you snorted.

You hate spending time around these old money folks. In your eyes, they've spent the majority of their wealth, and the only thing that they have left is their snootyness. "They're all idiots anyways," Aemond rolls his eyes, pleased that you weren't one of those cunts who'd kiss ass to the wealthy.

His phone rings, and he reaches for the call card inside of his wallet. "I'd love to take you out on dinner sometimes, not here, but you choose where to eat. Please call me as soon as possible," he placed a hand on your shoulder.

He bids farewell, realizing that his business partners were calling him already.

It was a surprise to see that Aemond had a follow-through; the next day, he had already arranged a dinner with you. "I honestly had no idea where you'd want to eat. I mean, I'm sorry for bringing you to this small diner." You chuckled.

Rich people can be so banal sometimes, they eat at the same five restaurants, they wear the same clothes from the same five ateliers, and they all go to the same yoga studio, for goodness sake. You knew that if you wanted Aemond to consider you worthy of his attention - you needed to stick out. Which leads you to this diner, the real heart of NYC.

"It's beautiful. I've never been here before." He looks around with an appreciative smile. "I used to eat here a lot when I was a college student, I couldn't afford anything else - and the food here seriously tastes better than some Michelin restaurants. It's nice here, it feels so ... raw." You struggled to find the words.

The food was amazing, but the community that this diner constantly fed - it's a thing for the books. The cab drivers, the hotdog stand sellers, and the college students. It is home. "It must be hard being famous," he shoves a piece of pizza inside of his mouth.

You licked your lips.

"I've been famous for as long as I can remember. I don't know how to live without all of the cameras." You pierced the pancake with your fork, bringing it to your mouth. "I need your help." He places both of his hands on the table.

"Where?" Your eyebrows merged together.

"My father is dying. He says that he'll leave his entire inheritance to the first person who gets married in our family. My siblings and my nephews are fighting for that spot, seeing that my older sister doesn't want any ties with us. Now, I know that there are cases against you by the Spanish government, and I can make all of that go away," Aemond offers.

"I'd love to help you but I'm really good at making mistakes," your eyes narrowed, weighting in your choices.

His eyes softened.

"The only mistake that you've made is allowing your father to control your finances. He's in jail now, and if you're not going to fix yourself, you're going to end up there too." He says.

You play with the rings on your finger, inhaling the scent of maple syrup. "So, I marry you, and you clear up all my charges?" You inquired.

"I fake our marriage, clear up your name, and give you $10 million to start again." He corrects.

"Alright then," you hummed. "Do we have a deal?" You smile.

He shakes your hand.

"We have a deal," he confirms.

Being in a pretend relationship with Aemond was honestly one of the easiest things that you've ever done. He makes it really hard not to fall in love with him. The way that he places his hands inside of his pockets, the way that he gives you the sweetest smile - it almost makes you think that his feelings are genuine. It is not, you remind yourself.

You flick through the rack of dresses in front of you. "What are your parents like? Are they traditional, or are they as laid back as you?" You questioned. He pauses for a while, trying to find the words that would properly describe his parents.

"My dad is a traditional man. He likes guns, and he believes in the Second Amendment. He's a senile old man. My mother, however, is trendy, and she's warm up to you." He informs.

"Tell me more about your family," you pressed.

You needed to be prepared for this battle.

"My older brother is an armchair socialist. He's always complaining to our mother about some animals dying. He's a vegetarian, although he always orders Chipotle on Fridays. His morality is a grey compass," Aemond snorts.

You giggle too.

"Helaena, my older sister. She's my second older sister. I think she's the person that Aegon thinks he is. She's too busy running this non-profit for refugees, but you don't need to worry about her, she's kind." He comforts.

"Then, I have a little brother, Daeron. He doesn't like us. He'd much rather spend time with our uncle." He turns to look away. Your eyes land on the vintage white dress you've seen in Lucie's wardrobe, it's a dress that Chanel never showed the general populace. An iconic piece, but not famous enough that it would seem tacky.

His hands snake around your waist. "What?" Your eyebrows merged together, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, subtly pointing at the paparazzi that were standing outside of the boutique door. "Kiss me," he says, pulling your body closer - until you could smell his cologne.

"You are so demanding," you teased, reaching to cup his cheeks. Standing on your tiptoes as you pressed your lips together. The paparazzi outside of the door were caught in a frenzy, flashing lights of all colors greeted you.

He tastes like cherries and diet coke. It's intoxicating. A taste that is so different on your tongue. You pull away from the kiss - and he pretends to gasp at the sight of the paps outside of the door. "Let's go," he mouthed - pulling you into a deeper part of the store, where the media couldn't see.

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Aemond stares at his phone, an indescribable frown on his face as it continues to vibrate due to the number of notifications sent to his personal account. "I didn't expect your fans to be this crazy," he mumbled, seeing his face shared all around Instagram.

"You did tell me that our relationship needed to be public to be believable," your eyes narrowed. "Yeah but now they're calling my personal number," he shows you his phone.

An amused chuckle exits your mouth.

"If you can't handle the smoke, don't start the fire." You shoved a piece of pastry inside of your mouth. Aemond slumps on the blue cloud couch and turns his phone off. He has been staying in your apartment for the past month now, after the whole scenario with the paparazzi the studio apartment that he was renting was no longer safe.

"Helaena has been blasting my other phone since yesterday. She's a really big fan of you," he smiles, pulling you closer to him until you are laying on his lap. "She sounds amazing, when are we going to meet?" You inquired, reaching for a book on the coffee table.

His fingers comb through your hair, untangling the knots that your hairbrush couldn't fix. "Maybe tomorrow during the family reunion? She kind of just shows up," he says.

He couldn't deny your beauty. As time grows, he slowly finds himself loving everything about you...from your gentleness to your fickle mindedness. You weren't satisfied with making a decision without first looking at every possible perspective. When someone does a bad deed, you say well, maybe it isn't their fault, maybe it's the way that society has treated them.

Even when the situation proves to be difficult, you still choose to be kind. It's just a summer thing, he tells himself because nothing beautiful ever chooses him. All the good things wilt in his hands.

He flicks a strand of your hair away from your face. "I'm a little nervous about tomorrow," you admit. "- I've never felt like I belonged, you know what I mean?" You scrunched up your nose, and he continued to massage your scalp.

"I'm so hesitant when it comes to attending these parties because when I was a kid, my dad took us to one of his black tie parties, and my mom let me wear this beautiful unicorn dress, but apparently, the black-tie rule was for everyone, regardless of age. The host didn't want me to go inside the halls with my pink glittery dress because it didn't reach past my ankles...one of my cousins pitied me so much. She let me borrow her dress, but it was too big on me." You flinched at the faint memory.

"I had to sit beside my mom the entire time, and all of the kids were staring at me like I had a third leg." Your teeth burrowed into your lower lips. "That sounds horrible," he frowns. "Which is why I promised to never look unfashionable ever again..." You say.

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Lucerys stuffs a large amount of vanilla ice cream inside of his mouth. "Did you check Instagram?" He teases his brother, continuing to play on his Nintendo Switch - almost smearing an entire spoonful of vanilla on the screen.

"Can you stop being annoying for five seconds?" Jacaerys rolled his eyes.

"He is so bothered," Joffrey giggled while scrolling on his phone. "I am not bothered," Jacaerys gritted his teeth.

"He's not bothered, but he's turning red!" Lucerys piped in once again. "I wonder if he'll take her to the reunion." Joffrey ponders, and a sigh escapes the oldest brother's mouth. Give you my wild. Give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. Now, the only thing he's answered with is a different type of silence.

It's neither of your fault that the relationship ended. It was just too much of a chasm, your personalities were too different. You were the type of person to fight for the relationship, the type of person who disobeyed fate, and he is the opposite of that.

Because if something is meant to be, then the whole universe conspires for you to have it by your side. If it is meant to be - you wouldn't need to fight for it.

You were wearing a white-satin dress that reached past your knees, it was embroidered with Swarovski crystals, truly a miracle that the dress ever held up. "Remember the story, I proposed on the beach, we didn't bring any cameras." He whispered, and you could sense his nervousness.

The car continues to drive inside a long entryway that curves to the side, you are greeted with tall bushes that cover the facade of the mansion. As you reach the third turn, the beautiful mansion is made known to you.

It was truly a sight to behold.

A mixture of French and Italian architecture was made even richer by the aged bricks that were used in constructing the estate. The mansion was about the same size as Central Park. It was clear that Aemond Targaryen was richer than God.

"You said family reunion," your lips pursed into a thin line. He gives you a stare, telling you that he didn't expect this many guests either. "My father must've invited his golfing buddies," he explains, regaining his composure.

He reaches for a box inside of his pockets. He opens it, showing you a beautiful emerald oval ring, a ring that is simple and elegant - a ring like you. "Are you ready to meet the vipers?" He smirks, placing the ring on your ring finger.

A doorman begins to open the doors to the car.

"If we wait until I'm ready, we'll be waiting forever." You plastered a smile on your face, straightening your posture, and exiting the car - making sure that everyone's eyes were on you.

Jace freezes as he sees the faint silhouette of your body. His relationship with you ended on good terms; he was happy with the outcome, but seeing you a year later - brings him back to pleasant and unpleasant memories. He partly wishes that he was stupid enough to his ex-girlfriend, but he is smarter than that.

He knows that the only time that he was ever truly happy was when he was with you, and now you've left him. Now, the only thing that brings him back to those pleasant memories are the songs that you've written about him.

What a horrible day to be alive.

His jaw clenches, watching as his uncle's hands snake around your waist, the very same waist that his hand used to fit like a perfect puzzle in. He watches as Aemond leans to whisper something in your ear, and you giggle. He bets that the joke isn't funny at all.

"Isn't that (Your Name)?" Rhaenyra inquires, and suddenly, Jacaerys' hand feels clammy around the champagne flute. He desperately wants to puke. Rhaenyra's eyes softened instantly, heart heaving for her oldest son. "Oh Jace," she cooed and he forced a smile on his face - he took a lazy sip of his champagne, and the drink bubbles in his stomach.

"I'm alright, mom." He insists.

Jace still cannot understand why his heart longs for you. He has everything he wants - he has everything that you prevented him from achieving because you dreamed of marriage. Why is he missing the shackles that he allowed destiny to remove?

Aemond begins to march in his direction, a satisfied grin on the other man's face. Could he have known? Jace asks himself. "Jacey," the man teased, one hand wrapped around you, and the other hand on a glass of merlot. Aemond was absolutely glowing.

"Uncle Aemond," Jace answered.

"Have you met this lovely lady?" Aemond tilted his head, half-expecting you to smile warmly at his nephew, as you have done to all of his relatives, but he was greeted with silence. Your eyes trailed back and forth between Aemond and his nephew. "Uncle?" your eyebrows merged together.

"I'm too young to be an uncle. My sister had him early." He informs. "I didn't expect you to be here," Jace says plainly as if Aemond was not standing right beside you. "I could say the same thing," you replied, your grip on Aemond tightens.

Something shimmery on your fingers catches Jacaerys' eyes. An engagement ring. An oval emerald engagement ring - like the color that the other side of his family proudly wore. "Congratulations on the engagement," he greets, forcing himself to be happy. Marriage is the only thing that you didn't agree on with him - he found it useless, you found it monumental.

"Thank you," you and Aemond say in unison.

"When she's the one wrapped around your fingers, you have to make a fist." Aemond stares at your face. Jace could only hum in return, his throat felt dry again. "I know the feeling," he takes a sip of his champagne.

He curses himself for still having these feelings for you. He should have fought against the world to have you beside him. He should have taken you dancing, bowling, skating, singing - but he didn't, because he was too engrossed in his own little world, unaware that everything was unfolding outside of his bedroom window.

He takes another deep breath, the world is bigger than the stories inside of his laptop. He can't believe that it has taken him this long to figure that out.

"Can you please sing something?" Helaena requests, flashing you her puppy eyes. You turned to look around you, and everyone was looking in your direction. Viserys raises an eyebrow as if asking for you to sing.

Daeron hands you one of his acoustic guitars.

"Do you have any song in mind?" You inquired, prepared to sing one of your love songs. "How did it end!" Helaena cheers, pulling Morghul (her dog) on her lap.

"That's a nice song that you've chosen," you forced a smile on your face. Of course, she chooses the one song about your breakup with Jace.

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Jace watches as the waiters begin to serve their food. It was a gourmet meal provided by his step-father's fine dining restaurant, the food was beautiful, and it had the right color. You couldn't help but feel out of place - like the girl who wore a unicorn dress to a black-tie event.

"I'm allergic, I can't eat this." You whispered, flashing Aemond a concerned look. "Sorry, Aemond was the one who confirmed the samples." Rhaenyra's voice sounded apologetic, and sad because she was the one who planned the entire event. "Oh, it's okay." You smiled.

"How long have you known each other?" Jace blurts out, swirling the champagne in his glass. The first thing that couples do while knowing each other - is going on a date, and if you've been on a date with him thousands of times, wouldn't Aemond know about your likes and dislikes?

"Nine months, and it's alright, you can have Aegon's salad. He only pretends to be vegan." Aemond switches your place with Aegon's who is currently occupied in the bathroom. "Thank you," you mumbled.

"Your brother is going to throw a fit once he sees that," Alicent interrupts. "Mom he won't even notice," Helaena looks at you with hearts on her eyes.

Jace could only raise his eyebrows. Nine months and, his uncle wasn't aware that you're allergic to lamb sauce. He bets that Aemond doesn't even know that your eyebrows merge together when you're angry. He bets that the other man doesn't even know that your favorite game is Overcooked, and you refuse to move to the next stage when you fail to reach all three stars.

He's losing you to a man that hardly knows you.

"Where did you meet?" Lucerys pipes in, taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake. "In the country club," Aemond smiles. He looks at you like you are the earth, and he is nothing but a moon that rotates around you. "Her friend Lucie Churchill, she introduced us to each other," Aemond lies.

Alicent smiles, a look of adoration on her face. Aemond has chosen the best possible woman to fall in love with, a woman who's mantle is heavy with her own achievements. "When are you getting married?" She chimes in, happy with the idea of having grandbabies.

"Soon, I've always wanted a summer wedding." You answered coyly. You glanced at him, and suddenly, this summer thing was beginning to look real. "The good ones never wait," Aemond smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Jace enters the balcony, seeing that you are sipping wine on your own and staring at the French skyline. The dress that you were wearing was now slightly wrinkled, and the ring on your finger was slightly loose.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Sure about what?" You asked with a rough voice.

"My uncle," his lips are pursed into a thin line. He looks for a glimmer of hope behind your eyes, but it is too far.

He is too late to bring this love back to life.

"He's the only thing that I'm sure of," you answered.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, and your eyebrows merge together. "Sorry for what?" You scoffed.

"I'm sorry that I didn't fight for us." He continues. "- it was always doomed from the beginning. I could never have asked you to make that sacrifice for me. I didn't accept it at first, but that just wasn't the life for you." You finished.

"But if I asked you back then, you would have made that sacrifice for me, so I'm sorry for not being what you needed." He says, slowly walking out of the balcony, completely oblivious of the man leaning on the door and eavesdropping on your conversation.

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Caplans Playlist Challenge

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Addicted to you - simple plan

Alone together fall out boy

Animals maroon 5

Ashes of Eden Breaking Benjamin

Adore You Harry Styles

All of Me John Legend

Anti- Hero Taylor Swift

Attention Charlie Puth

Bad guy Billie Eilish

Bad things Jace Everett

Bartender T-Pain

Bedchem Sabrina Carpenter

Before he cheats Carrie Underwood

Before you go Lewis Capaldi

Better than me hinder

Cardigan Taylor Swift

Car radio twenty one pilots

Church fall out boy

Clumsy Fergie

Collide Howie Day

Come & get it Selena Gomez

Crazy Patsy Cline

Criminal Fiona Apple

Dancing on my Own Calum Scott

Dandelions Ruth B.

Deja vu Olivia Rodrigo

Diary Tino Coury

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood

Dirty thoughts Chloe Adams

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo

Easy on Adele

Eh, Eh, (Nothing Else I Can Say) Lady Gaga

Empty Walls Serj Takien

End of Beginnings Djo

Espresso Sabrina Carpenter

Every breath you take the police .

Faint Linkin Park

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys

Falling Trevor Daniel

Fast car Tracy Chapman

Feather Sabrina Carpenter

Flowers Miley Cyrus

Ghost Justin Beiber

Give Me One Reason Tracy Chapman

Glimpse of us Joji

Good For You Olivia Rodrigo

Gone, Gone, Gone Phillip Phillips

Had Enough Breaking Benjamin

happier Olvia Rodrigo

Harder to Breathe Maroon 5

Heartbreak anniversary giveon

Heaven Kane brown

I fall apart post Malone

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw

I’m not the only one Sam smith

I’m yours alessia cara

Jealous nick jonas

Juno Sabrina Carpenter

Just one yesterday fall out boy

Just the way you are Bruno mars

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne

The Kill 30 Seconds to Mars

Kiss From a Rose Seal

Kissing In Cars Pierce the Viel

Killer queen Queen

The last of the real ones

Leave the door open Bruno mars

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia key

Needed Me Rihanna

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Paparazzi Lady Gaga

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow

PillowTalk Zayn Malik

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Trip Ella Mae

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomex

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You and Me Lifehouse

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Sang to Me Marc Anthony

You're Still the One Shania Twain

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The always awesome @stratofall006 and I did an art/fic swap and I asked for Earthspark Bumblebee with a sparkling strapped to his chest. I was not disappointed to say the very least LOOK AT HIM!!!

I was so inspired, in fact, I just had to write a short little something based on the image. Set sometime after Season 1 where Bee and Breakdown have had a bitlet and our beloved Scout is trying to teach his students. I couldn't think of a name for the bitty so just use your imagination.

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"Kids, my optics are up here."

The five Terrans seated before him in their makeshift outdoor classroom all shrunk upon being called out, but Bumblebee was hardly angry even at the umpteenth interruption. He couldn't blame the kids for struggling to focus, as the tiny bundle strapped to his chest was taking up a sizable chunk of his own attention as well, and they were all struggling to return to the old routine now that he was no longer carrying. Most of his negative emotions were bound up in how delayed Optimus had been in informing him that Breakdown would be needed for a field mission today, leaving him to multitask between teaching and parenting with almost no forewarning...

"Sorry, Bee." Twitch apologized sincerely, big orange optics bringing a soft smile to his face as she tried not to look at the sparkling.

"We really are trying!" Thrash added just as emphatically, making his teacher chuckle in appreciation. If nothing else, their commitment meant a lot to him. The bitlet on his chassis stirred at his laughter, compelling him to look down as her tiny servos flexed for the sky and her stubby pedes kicked in amusement.

"She's just sooo cute!" Hashtag spoke up, saying what they were all thinking. Bumblebee couldn't deny he and Breakdown had produced one of the cutest bitlets he'd ever seen, and that in her harness said cuteness was on full display, rounded frame bouncing in the straps as her optics continued to look around her audience. He was about to try and redirect his class when Hashtag squealed once more at the adorable antics. "Look, she's sticking her tongue out!"

Blowing a messy raspberry for no particular reason, the bitlet quieted when he directed her stubby servo to her mouth, compelling the little one to nom on it. Trying to get the class back on track, the Scout turned teacher turned parent remembered where he'd been interrupted and got back to teaching.

"I know she's cute, but we've got a lot to get through today. Back on topic; the key to remaining undiscovered is to focus-"

"How precious, she's waving at me!" Nightshade interrupted as they clasped their servos together, once more bringing attention to the sparkling. Bumblebee couldn't deny the way they flapped their arms was beyond amusing, and he began to wonder just how on Earth he was supposed to get through his lesson as Nightshade returned the gesture with a polite wave of their claws. "Hello there, little one!"

"Kids-"

"She's waving at me now!" Jawbreaker gushed as the bitlet swapped arms to wave in his direction, compelling Bumblebee to sigh as he completely lost control once more. Not having the energy to keep this up much longer, he considered telling Optimus that unless he wanted the Terrans to fall even more behind on their training, the big bot would start planning to schedule a babysitter when he pulled bots for mission duty. He already knew Breakdown would be handling most of the sparkling related chores tonight...

A tiny sneeze against his chassis brought him out of his dissatisfied quiet, instincts compelling him to check over the sparkling even though he found she had merely had a tickle in her nose. To his students, however, each new action was the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Their glowing optics told him that a sneeze was no exception.

"Oh my gosh, I got that on film! Let me share it to the group chat!" Hashtag proclaimed as she rapidly tapped away on her tablet, sharing the video with everyone in their circle as the group once more descended into chaos. Sighing as he briefly dipped into the background, the Scout offered a digit to his sparkling and allowed her to chew on it as his students all vied for her attention. Not having the energy to handle much more, he decided to cut his losses and accept that the lesson was done for the day.

"Alright, everyone, let's just... enjoy a day off for now. We'll take it from the top tomorrow." he announced over the din of five excited Terrans, who were now focused on going through the digital album of pictures and videos they'd put together of his sparklings short but precious existence. Not too put off by the chance for a well earned rest, he sat down on a broad stone and allowed the bitlet to continue nomming on his digit, glad that at least one bot was focused on him.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #bumblebee #earthspark bumblebee #breakdown #breakbee #transformers sparklings #sparklings #tf #tfe #tfes #bumblebee x breakdown

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solxamber · 10 months ago

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So, reading that fashion disaster reader, I want to ask how would everyone else (seperately, if possible) would react to fashion disaster Yuu and to the Crewel's and Vil's reaction?

thank you for the request! I kept it a little short but if you want anyone's longer, just let me know <3 Characters: All NRC + Staff + Rollo Part 1 with Vil and Crewel here

Riddle Rosehearts:

Before: He’d be mortified, his eye twitching in disbelief. "Rule 203 clearly states: Students must dress with decorum! What…what is this?" He’d try to ban your entire outfit for being an affront to Heartslabyul’s order.

After: Relieved and pleased. "Finally! You’re within the bounds of fashion etiquette. You’re setting a much better example now."

Trey Clover:

Before: Trey would give you a gentle smile, but his eyebrow would twitch. "You look, uh… comfortable? Maybe Vil could give you some tips…"

After: "Wow, you clean up really well. Nice to see you let Vil and Crewel work their magic."

Cater Diamond:

Before: He’d be snapping selfies with you, hashtagging #BoldChoices #FashionDisaster #OMGWhatIsThis. But deep down, even he couldn’t handle it. "You’re killing me, but this is hilarious!"

After: "Now that’s a look that’ll get you trending for the * right reasons! Let’s get another selfie. #FashionGlowUp!"

Ace Trappola:

Before: "What in the seven are you wearing?! Are you trying to blind us all or is this some kind of prank?" He’d mock you endlessly.

After: "You actually look… good? Whoa, Vil really pulled off a miracle."

Deuce Spade:

Before: He wouldn’t know how to approach it politely. "Uh… You sure that’s…right?" He’d second-guess himself but try to support you anyway.

After: "Hey! You look awesome now. Nice job!"

Leona Kingscholar

Before: Leona would look at you, groan, and then roll over to take a nap. "You look ridiculous. Do whatever you want, herbivore. I don’t care."

After: "Huh, didn’t think it was possible, but you’re less of an eyesore now."

Ruggie Bucchi:

Before: He’d laugh until his sides hurt. "Heh, are you doing this on purpose? This is hilarious!"

After: "Vil and Crewel got to you, huh? Well, you definitely don’t look like a clown anymore. Nice upgrade."

Jack Howl:

Before: Jack would be confused. "Why are you dressed like that? Isn’t that… impractical?" He wouldn’t get why anyone would wear such an outfit.

After: He’d nod approvingly. "Now that’s better. More efficient, too."

Azul Ashengrotto:

Before: He’d adjust his glasses, hiding his discomfort behind a business smile. "Perhaps you might be interested in a makeover contract. For a modest fee, of course."

After: "Ah, much better. Consider this an investment in your future…image."

Jade Leech:

Before: Jade would smile his eerie smile, but his eyes would narrow in curiosity. "What a… unique choice. I trust there’s an explanation for this?"

After: "Ah, a significant improvement. You look quite presentable now."

Floyd Leech

Before: Floyd would crack up and nickname you something like "Clownfish." He’d tease you every chance he got. "Hahaha! What kinda sea creature are ya trying to be?"

After: "Boooo, now you’re no fun. You’re too normal now."

Kalim Al-Asim:

Before: Kalim would be completely unbothered. "Wow! That’s such a fun outfit! I love all the colors!" He’d probably compliment you

After: "You look so stylish! Did Vil help? He’s amazing!"

Jamil Viper:

Before: Jamil would pinch the bridge of his nose. "You’re attracting too much attention. Please… just tone it down."

After: He’d breathe a sigh of relief. "Finally. I can look at you without getting a headache."

Rook

Before: "Oh, mon cher! Such daring, such avant-garde!" Rook would dramatically praise your boldness, though it’s unclear whether he genuinely liked it or was just entertained.

After: "Magnifique! You now embody the very essence of beauty and grace!"

Epel Felmier:

Before: He’d be torn between finding it hilarious and hoping Vil didn’t see you like that. "Whoa, what’s that getup? You really don’t care what anyone thinks, do ya?"

After: "Hey, look at you! Now Vil won’t roast us both."

Idia Shroud:

Before: He’d wince and immediately pull up his hoodie, wanting to avoid eye contact. "Uh… Yeah, that’s… something. Did you lose a bet or…?"

After: "I guess Vil’s magic worked. You look like a normal NPC now, congrats."

Ortho Shroud:

Before: "Oh! That’s such a cool outfit! But maybe Vil might have some better ideas?" He’d try to be polite.

After: "Wow! You look so amazing now! Big brother was impressed!"

Malleus Draconia:

Before: Malleus would be unfazed, possibly curious. "You wear strange garments, but I suppose it suits your unique aura." He might think it's some sort of fashion ritual.

After: "You look more refined now, though I did find your previous attire… intriguing."

Lilia Vanrouge:

Before: Lilia would love your odd fashion sense, probably find it nostalgic. "Haha, you remind me of the old days when we wore whatever we could find!"

After: "Ah, you’ve grown into a more elegant butterfly! Though, I will miss your… eccentric flair."

Silver:

Before: Silver would be confused but wouldn’t judge too harshly. "Is this normal fashion? I… don’t really keep up with trends."

After: "You look good now. Vil and Crewel really did a great job."

Sebek Zigvolt:

Before: He’d be outraged. "HOW DARE YOU DRESS LIKE THIS IN THE PRESENCE OF MALLEUS-SAMA?! Have you no shame?!"

After: "Finally, you show some respect! You are no longer an eyesore."

Rollo Flamme:

Before: Rollo would be horrified. "How could you walk around dressed like this? This is an affront to decency and modesty!"

After: Reluctantly approving. "At least now you don’t look like you’ve descended into madness."

Crowley:

Before: Crowley would overreact, saying something like, "Ah! Such tragic attire! Fear not, for I shall personally oversee your rehabilitation, even if it wasn’t my fault to begin with!"

After: "Ah, what a stunning transformation! I knew you had it in you all along, of course."

Mozus Trein:

Before: He’d shake his head, muttering something about the younger generation. "I cannot understand these choices. Please, for the sake of my old eyes, change."

After: "Much better. At least you now resemble a student who takes their education seriously."

Ashton Vargas:

Before: Vargas would shrug it off. "As long as you can run laps, I don’t care what you wear."

After: "Lookin’ sharp! Just don’t let it slow you down on the field."

Sam:

Before: "Well, well, look at you! I have some accessories that might make that outfit pop even more!"

After: "Ah, I see Vil’s had a hand in this. You’ve got the look now!"

Grim:

Before: "Nyahaha! What kinda weird stuff are you wearing?! You look like you got dressed in the dark!"

After: "Wow, you actually look good now! Guess you’re not as hopeless as I thought."

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 months ago

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hi sex batman this might be really tmi so feel free to ignore 💀 but uh. it would comfort me greatly lowkey 😭 so like its DEFINITELY not possible to give myself genital herpes via masturbate right. even if i didnt wash my hands first? because i keep getting like. i dont even fucking know like zits but not zits. abscesses? maybe? on (in?) my vulva. like not in my vagina but in my bits. like idk what they are i cant see them and ive tried like mirrors or taking pictures and for the life of me i cant get a good look but theyre round and soreish and theres usually only one at a time! which i think is NOT how genital herpes works? but also my entire sex ed was like. scarleteen dot com + catholic school christian vocations class w a teacher who gave us like 60% genuinely good info/40% scare tactics + fuckin uh theology of the body in middle school. so like maybe genital herpes are hashtag not that bad and u can have only one? but also i have literally never had sex with another person and my parents r catholics of the waiting for marriage sort so like literally where would i have gotten it. idk. it just would be reassuring to have someone knowledgeable tell me the thing im pretty sure is right is in fact right 💀

anyway thanks & sorry to bother you or if this was like grossly tmi 😭

hi anon,

people cannot give themselves sexually transmitted infections, no.

with herpes, what can and frequently does happen is a very early transmission of herpes to children from their adult caregivers, usually by utterly ordinary activities such as the adult kissing the child or the child touching the adult's face when they happen to have open cold sores. although less common, herpes can also be transmitted from parent to child during birth. some estimates hold that up to 20% of children have herpes by the time they're 5! people spread herpes without sex all the time; it's a very adaptable and persistent virus.

which isn't to say that you're guaranteed to have genital herpes; I don't know what you have, given that I'm not your healthcare provider. but there are plenty of reasons why someone might get a bump on their genitals, most of them utterly harmless:

#sex edventures 2025

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ysrjune · 7 months ago

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Could you write a Christmas shopping with either Scott Barringer or Sam monroe? <3

like this? 🎄

a/n: sorry for all the #hashtags in the actual writing I was feeling different #haha. sorry this is lowkey corny it just makes sense to make 16 year olds awkward and corny like this 😔

"oh, these are cute!" you say while looking at a dark green christmas sweater. Scott wasnt really paying attention, he was mostly just there to pay for your things. "Mhm," he hummed, zoning out on his barley visible reflection in the glass window. "You could atleast pretend to be more interested." she rolls her eyes and moves around him to look at more things. he followed you, picking at his fingers. "this store is for grandmas, why do you wanna shop here?" he says with a hint of disgust. "my mom used to shop here all the time when I was a kid. not everything in here is for grandmas." Scott responds with a small noise and looks at all the christmas themed pillows on the racks.

"you know what we should do? we should take those awkward christmas photos at macys." you smile up at him while he felt a fluffy pillow. he looks down at you with an annoyed looking face (which was really just his resting face) "wouldn't do it for a million bucks." he looks back at the pillow. "someone's being a grinch." you cross your arms and soon enough, he socked you in the shoulder. not too hard, but hard enough for it to hurt. "you're annoying, just pick something out already. I dont wanna be in this store." He whines, holding your hand and walking around.

Scott was not your boyfriend, and he made that clear.. well, in your mind, he did. you were just clueless that he sort of liked you. everyone just assumes that you two are bestfriends (you are.)

It took 15 more minutes for you to find something at the "granny store." It was a small little porcelain penguin trinket that was wearing a santa hat and holding a gift. the next store you dragged Scott into was a clothing shop. your parents invited him over for christmas under one condition from your mom: he wears christmas pants like everyone else would. "these are all boring." you tell him, going through all the plad jammies. "oh look! theres this one!" you take them off the rack and turn to scott to show him, to which he scrunches his nose at. "im not wearing that."

"but they're cute!" grinch themed pj bottoms. "theyre horrible. disgusting. ugly. stupid. hideo—" "OKAY I get it! jeez!" you put them back and go searching for more. He looked around by himself for a little while and actually came back with something. "I like these." he shows you gingerbread pjs. "oh my gosh! these are so cu-" "dont ruin it for me." he holds his finger to your mouth to shush you. "but-" "SHHHH. Silence." He hangs the pjs on his arm and throws his other arm over your shoulder. "come on, lets go."

At the christmas party, he was all smiles and super cheery. he was currently making a gingerbread house with your little sister. "that color is ugly, though." he tells your sister as she glued the walls together with yellow frosting. "i dont care, scott. this is MY gingerbread house, not yours!" he smiles and ends up tackling her on the couch, tickling her. your sister was like 13, and obviously had a crush on Scott, but it was clear it was just an innocent crush. #girlhood

later, you took a bunch of photos with and of him. he wore a santa hat in every photo since you messed up his hair earlier while playing around. you were happy because in most photos, he was smiling. scott has such a great smile, but he doesnt believe it. "why do you look so mad in this?" you show him. his arms were crossed, legs spread as he sat on the couch. the tail of his hat on the right side of his face, sort of hiding it. "I was being nonchalant and mysterious. what if you decide to share those and the fine ladies dont wanna lay me?" he says like it was a normal thing to say. "nobody was gonna lay you anyway." you roll your eyes. he tackled you after that.

around 10, his dad wanted him home. his house was right down the street, so you walked him #womeninmalefields #goated. "I had fun tonight, barry!" you smile. he fucking hates it when you call him barry, but he cant do anything about it because he knows you'll only continue. "me too, skank." he playfully nudges your shoulder. he doesnt think you're a skank, he just calls you it because you call him barry. "I'll see you around, I gotta go inside." he says, opening the door. "wait," you turn him around. ".. crouch down a little." he gives you a weird look but does what you ask. then you #kissed him since there was mistle toe right above the door.

scott didnt pull away, he actually pulled you in and went a little #crazy. he used a little bit of tongue ew teenage boys ugh but it was #lowkeyhot so you #letithappen. he pulls away and smiles a little bit. "best christmas gift ever." he says and you shove him at the door. "dont get used to it." you smile back. scott laughs and opens the door behind him, still facing you. "see you 'round, skank." he tells you, sarcastically blowing a kiss and going in the house.

@erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy @mx1curriee505 @valloos

#asks!#anon #scott barringer drabble #scott barringer fluff #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer higher ground #scott barringer #scotty my babe #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen higher ground #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x you

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notaorbital · 1 year ago

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hi I really like your mb and I'm new here. Do u have any suggestions or tips to make mb? like where did u get the pics and the captions.

𝓜oodboards: a guide for beginner blogs!

I decided to bring here a small tutorial that can help other blogs that are starting out and still have questions that need clarification, with tips and links that you may need. I wrote this from my point of view of creating moodboards and I tried to be as brief as possible in my explanation, there may be errors in English as I'm not fluent in that language and everything here was translated using Google Translate, any questions you can contact me via asks or by message.

how do I find pics for moodboards?

Pinterest is where you'll find most of the images you'll use on your moodboards, so create boards on Pinterest separating by color and aesthetic to make it easier to find. On Tumblr there are some blogs with cool stuff too (like @/m0ney, @/angelicdewdrop, @/rkivo, @/ohimesama-okinawa and @/bambiiis for example), but in this case I recommend putting the credits in the alt text.

Some blogs have a pinned post or carrd where they put the link to their Pinterest account (my Pinterest here). You can follow them and save the pins they post/save on the app. I also suggest looking at the other profiles they follow on Pinterest to find more photos to use. By doing this, you will influence the Pinterest algorithm, which will recommend more related pins in the feed.

You can also search on Pinterest for the aesthetic and color you want (like hime gyaru, y2k, dollcore, coquette pink aesthetic, coconut girl e etc.).

how to make moodboards + tips:

Well, it's not such a complicated thing for me. I generally make moodboards with 6 or 9 images, taking inspiration from the moodboards of other blogs that I admire, so I can get an idea of how to make the captions and how to position the photos in a way that matches them.

To make it easier, first I create the moodboard and then I look for an icon of a kpop idol that can match the aesthetics and color of the moodboard. The reverse can also be done: first choose an icon and make a moodboard for that image, paying attention to the color palette and tonality (and for some reason, for me it's better to create moodboards in Tumblr's light mode instead of dark mode).

When I finish the moodboard, I add the caption, the hashtags (which will be very important for your post to reach other blogs) and a divider or blinkies. Dividers can be found on tumblr by searching for "dividers", on my blog there are some (other blogs with beautiful dividers that I recommend: @fairytopea, @v6que, @plutism, @h-aewo).

If you need png, I recommend these blogs here: @slipng, @pngcabinet, @heemeiji, @honeyluvsw, @hibscubus. Tip: If you want to add more than 10 photos in a single post, add it via Chrome.

tutorial on how to make this gif here

tutorial on how to make these gif here

website to split a photo into two or more parts

how to create captions:

To make the captions, I use parts of songs that I like, but they can also be album or song names, movie names, a phrase you thought, etc. The symbols you will put in the caption can be found on this website or just by searching for "symbols", "kpop symbols", "kaomojis" on tumblr (blogs with cute symbols that I recommend: @v6que, @l-unitas)

If you want to use a different font for the letters, there are these two websites (01 and 02). And to change the color, there are also these two tutorials (01 and 02).

what to do to make your blog "popular":

Add popular hashtags that relate to the content you are posting. If you use almost the same tags as other big blogs, your posts will have more reach. Posting frequently and your account looking nice and organized helps too.

Ask several other popular blogs to promote your account. This was very important for my profile to grow in the number of followers and engagement, Also make friends with other blogs that make moodboards, reblog and comment on their posts and tag them in your own moodboards.

Join the events that some blogs do, as they offer good prizes like reblogs if you win and join some tumblr communities. And remember to have patience, as it often takes a while to get good engagement on Tumblr.

#୨ ♡ ୧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨ ♡ ୧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨ ♡ ୧ #kpop icons #kpop moodboard #moodboard #tutorial #how to make a moodboard

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lexicorp · 6 months ago

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Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

[screenshot edit thats a bit silly--the maltos are actually generally rather chill even with star being a bit of a lil shit lmao]

This chapter really shoves Starscream into a social gathering with all da peeps for a series of goofy games. Which he roasts the shit out of the majority of the time. He's more into it at the start and gets progressively more drained from it all. It's not as fun if you don't plow the competition after all--XD

just a chap with fun family shenanigans and definitely nothing sus

Previous Chapter: Bee's Good Guy Crash Course

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Make or Break

Chapter 11: Family Feud

The “Malto Family Game Night”. An intriguing premise. One Bumblebee thought he should drag Starscream into, it seemed, despite the title clearly only set to invite those who are real members of their collective. It even seemed a stretch that the humans and Terrans considered Bumblebee an “honorary” member to begin with. The Terrans, as Earthen cybernetic children, theoretically shared some level of kinship with humans to an extent. As well as apparently being bonded to them on a deeper level. But both he and Bumblebee had no such connection, why should they be roped into human nonsense?

Why would they allow them to encroach on their little tradition? Perhaps this was some sort of test pertaining to the practice the bug had wanted Starscream to get, after his little lecture. A challenge to see how well Starscream could interact with them.

Well, for whatever goal the bug had, he certainly could stand a bit of competition. A chance to destroy them at their own ridiculous games? Irresistible. The anticipation of victory, especially one he could lord over the scout later, might just make the growing chaos around him bearable.

There were too many conversations about too many things being discussed in one room. He’d tried to track a few, but quickly found his audials begin to mute the chatter with a light ringing. If it hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from calling them all into order himself.

Finally, Hashtag got everyone’s attention and pointed to the whiteboard that now held doodles of all their faceplates, separated into groups. “Alright fam! The teams we’ve decided on are: Me, J.B, and Nightshade with our name NightTagBreaker! Mom and Dad as Purple. Thrash and Mo as Mash–”

“‘Cause we’re gonna MASH the competition!” Thrash cheered as he smacked servos with his human partner.

Hashtag didn’t even seem fazed by the interruption, and scoffed without a hint of disdain. “We’ll see about that! There’s also Robbie and Twitch–”

“Their team’s name is Twobbie.” Mo said with the most dastardly smirk toward her brother, and a mocking tone to the name.

Robbie and Twitch both stood with crossed arms, the human retorting first with an air of superiority. “Uh no. Our name is Twin Blades!”

Twitch plucked her swords from her back and twirled them as an example with a proud grin. “We’ve got the blades, and we’re basically twins. And way cooler than Mash.”

Thrash gasped melodramatically with a servo to his chassis, “How dare you!”

“We’ll see who has the cooler name when we beat you!” Mo shot back with a throw of a digit in their direction. Threats so early in the competition? Bold.

Hashtag edited the name on the board discreetly, then turned to ask, “What’d you guys decide on for your name Bee? I was thinking it could be StarBee or Beam for the combo style like ours–” She gestured to her two partners– “Or BugBird, because y’know, Bee is bug coded and Starscream can fly. OR you could be Primary! Because together you have yellow, red, and blue!”

Starscream took his servo from under his faceplate to tip it at the crowd, straightening his posture with a slight tilt of his helm as he offered confidently, “Why not simply call us The Victors?” He wasn’t exactly thrilled that they had just decided that he was paired with the bug, but that wouldn’t change his plans of total domination over this strange event.

Many of them rolled their optics at Starscream’s proclamation, but Hashtag actually had to stop herself from laughing. Not entirely the correct response. Still, at least she was amused, rather than angered by his insinuation.

Bumblebee shook his helm in a way that Starscream couldn’t tell if he actually disapproved or not. “StarBee is fine, Hashtag.” He determined, then mumbled, “Even if it would be nice if my name was first…”

“Well, you always were more of just the backup, rather than a leader, scout.” Starscream pointed out haughtily. “Obviously my piece of the title would come first.”

Bumblebee glared at him, “I am not your backup! We’re partners and this is friendly competition! And please try to remember what I was telling you yesterday…” He sounded exasperated.

Starscream dropped his smirk and crossed his arms to align himself with a more professional posture. “Are you going to disclose the rubric, or will your little test be void of any comprehensible scale like all of your Autobot riddles?”

Bumblebee was about to respond, but the Malto matriarch, Dorothy, interrupted. “No tests. We are not making game night about work again. Right Bee?” The bug nodded, looking rather guilty. “We’re here to have fun.”

“Yeah!” Twitch flew up to meet Starscream’s faceplate, “So don’t you ruin it! Family time is sacred!”

Starscream leaned slightly toward her, thoroughly unamused. “Yes, how dare I encroach on your ridiculous expression of familial bonding.”

“Okay guys!” Hashtag interjected, “This isn’t exactly supposed to be the mood of this scene. Can we rein it in please?” She looked more at Starscream than her sibling, with a pleading look to her optics. Twitch backed down, as did he.

“Wonderful!” Nightshade collected a set of cards that seemed to be sized for Cybertronians. “The first game Hashtag and I decided upon from the list of requests, is Uno! Three teams will be in one group, and two in another.”

“Then we shuffle it until every team has had a chance to go against each other!” Hashtag added while shuffling the cards and splitting the deck into two stacks. “First group will be NightTagBreaker, Twin Blades, and Mash; then Purple and StarBee.”

“Would it not make more sense to put the team of three into the group with just two teams?” Starscream asked not as much for some level of fairness, but more in the hopes that he could avoid interacting with Megatron’s little spy. He’d much rather attempt their card game with Hashtag and Nightshade.

“I mean, maybe, but we’ll get there eventually.” Hashtag gave him an awkward smile, then quickly moved on. Scrap.

They all took to their tables and dealt the cards. Starscream attempted to read the rules from the little box that was cast aside, but Dorothy’s human conjunx told him that it was apparently quite simple. Same color, same number or action, and you could play your card on your turn. The wild card and plus four were clearly above all the other pathetic actions in the roster. Although the skip option was satisfyingly petty. Starscream managed to skip Bumblebee three times in a row, in fact, which he found hilarious.

The bug however, was less amused, “We’re supposed to be on the same team! Could you maybe not sabotage me and actually try and collaborate?!”

“Only one of us needs to win to get the credit. I don’t need your help to claim victory over these humans at this silly game.”

“I don’t know about that.” Dorothy tauntingly raised her singular card. “Uno.”

“WHAT?” Starscream’s wings flared and he looked over at the bug’s absurdly large set of cards, then slammed a servo on the table to get his attention. “Unleash a counterattack you fool! You must have something in that embarrassing stack in your servos!”

“Oh look who came crawling back for my help.” The scout hoarded his cards with juvenile snark.

Starscream stuttered and his optic twitched as he growled through gritted dentas. “Excuse me, but if you don’t we both lose you bit-brained idiot!”

“How about not calling your partner names, and actually asking nicely? Or just working with me instead of acting like I’m still your enemy?”

The bug was a stubborn fool. Ask nicely? Did they expect him to phrase orders as optionary as the Prime did? That’s ridiculous! And of course the bug was still his enemy! How stupid was this mech? Bumblebee had been the first to point a blaster at Starscream in the Titan. Just because the Autobots were acting as if something had changed, didn’t mean anything. This was all just another assignment for the scout.

Wait…who said that Starscream couldn’t simply take the bug’s cards and do it himself? If they were on the same team, then what did it matter who carried out the move? He didn’t know what stupid arrangement of words they wanted from him. It’d be far easier to–

Starscream forcefully snatched the cards from Bumblebee’s servos in a crimson flash, and slapped down a plus two to destroy the Malto’s hope of victory. He made sure to keep his own remaining two cards safe from getting lost amidst his stolen pile. The bug complained and tossed his servos around before attempting to steal his cards back, as Starscream pushed against his faceplate to hold him off.

Then, Dorothy cleared her throat before crossing her arms. “I win.”

“Wha–HOW?!” Starscream shoved the bug aside before pointing a digit at the human. “You lost your turn and were supposed to gain additional cards as the action dictates! You couldn't have possibly won!”

Her optical ridge rose and she tapped the card plainly placed upon the one he’d taken from Bumblebee. “My last card was a plus two, and I can stack it on yours. Maybe, you should have actually talked it out with your partner.”

Oh, so this fleshling aimed to lecture him now? And since when could actions be placed upon one another as a means of canceling the other out? That made no sense with the rest of the rules! Sure, if you were not at the receiving end and were simply the player that is being skipped towards–but mid-action?? That was ridiculous, she made that up!

Lightning flickered between his wings. He didn’t lose. She’d only crafted some absurd reason to disguise the fact that she was clearly only attempting to prove some point, and make Starscream look like an idiot. That’s what it was. But he couldn’t do anything about it. The human was Megatron’s little agent. Starscream would be scrapped if he did anything against her.

Starscream’s optics were burning as he wished again that he could set those blasted cards ablaze with only his processor. This game was just another tool for them to mock him. His vents were the same.

“Chill, it’s not like losing one game is the end of the world. Even if I am definitely blaming this loss, on you. I was just the card draw scrapyard–” Bumblebee was attempting to retrieve the scattered cards, and Starscream reflexively grabbed his wrist and pulled the scout up as he rose to his peds.

“This IS your fault!” Starscream said dangerously, even as the scout transformed out his blaster with his other servo. But as a deafening silence strangled the cavern, and Starscream stared into the bug's startled yet defiant optics…he hated it. He was doing it again.

His anger attempted to subside, replaced by something else as his grip loosened on the bug. But the curse didn’t seem to approve of that, and it instead tried to channel its power into the servo which mistakenly held Bumblebee. Starscream’s optics widened and he wrenched his servo away. Then yelped as he found Wheeljack’s little device had sent an equal pulse up his ped in some pathetic counterattack to the power. Instead of neutralizing the surge at his servo, all it did was make him fly back clumsily, and hit his helm on the ground. All while the power still felt as if his arm was being ripped apart by scraplets.

“Uh, you guys okay over there??” Twitch called from their own game.

“Ugh…Peachy.” Bumblebee commented dryly as he picked himself up after having apparently fallen back as well. “Someone is just a sore loser.”

Starscream only sat up to grip his violently shaking servo as he glared at it. He wasn’t like Megatron. “Perhaps…It was an overreaction.” He couldn’t apologize. He was too distracted. But he could acknowledge the bug’s point. Maybe that would be enough.

Bumblebee watched him a moment before a ridiculous grin came to his faceplate. “No kidding.”

The scout offered Starscream a servo, and he stared at it hesitantly as the lightning slowly died from his frame. He didn’t smack it away, but he didn’t take it either. Instead, he forced his annoyingly numb right ped to cooperate as he pulled himself up. “Besides, with the human’s knack for simply realigning the rules to her whim, how could either of us be at fault? Megatron clearly taught her well.”

“Excuse me?” Dorothy put her servos on her hips. Apparently his comment was somehow offensive. Even the buckethead’s agent detested being compared to him. How poetic.

Starscream paced to give himself enough distance from bot and human alike, before tipping a servo and his hip out in unbridled sass with an innocent vocalizer, “Oh but I’d never blame you for such a thing. In fact, I might have pulled such a stunt myself if we were more acquainted. Although that was a bit of a clumsy rule you constructed in your haste. Perhaps I could give you some advice for–”

Dorothy put her servo up to silence him. “No. I didn’t make it up. Well, not right at that moment–it’s just a common house rule for the game. It makes things a bit more interesting, and can lead to crazy close calls like that.”

“Yes we would never cheat! Especially Dottie!” Her conjunx attested with a protective servo around her shoulder, which she patted with hers. Disgusting.

Starscream’s faceplate scrunched at their show of affection, but willed himself to put on a smile. “I meant no disrespect, truly.” He gave her a half-afted bow, then began assisting the bug in collecting the cards that had fallen to the floor. “So I assume we shall be shuffling the groups now then?”

Not a moment later, there was an obnoxious uproar from the kids as the Twin Blades team celebrated their victory. They had their own argument about how it was achieved, yet it seemed more out of curiosity for their strategy. Of which they happily went into dramatized detail. They all laughed and congratulated them, with playful counters at how close it had been. No one was angry, or accusatory. The only touch they shared was gentle. Starscream stared at them, transfixed.

Sure, it was not as if he had always fought with his trinemates over such silly things. But still, there had typically been some sort of transition into a wrestling match to settle the true victor. Anything close to that here was meager at best. He wasn’t surprised…only, afflicted with a strange sense of yearning. Which was ridiculous.

“Sounds like it.” Bumblebee remarked as he placed the now reforged stack of cards on their table, then added teasingly, “Are you actually going to be my teammate this time, fly boy?”

“Yes, it seems that might be necessary.” Starscream avoided the bug’s optics as he took his seat again.

Team NightTagBreaker switched places with Purple. He didn’t quite care for the dinobot, but the other two terrans could be rather pleasant. Although it did seem that “J.B.” was far more focused on the game than attempting to bite his peds this time.

Starscream and Hashtag shared a glance, and he was the first to break the silence between them, “Do not expect us to go easy on you.” Mimicking her siblings’ manner of playful banter.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” She responded with a theatrical tone and servo to her chassis.

“If anyone should be going easy, it is us!” Nightshade added, to which the dinobot seemed to finish the thought.

“Yeah! Because–we are three bots, and you are not.”

“Don’t think that numbers are everything kids.” Bumblebee warned as he fanned out his new selection of cards in his servos.

This time, Starscream collaborated with the bug as they discreetly disclosed which cards they possessed, and plotted how to best use them. He used his skips to instead protect his unlikely ally from unwanted card draw, until he could change the color again. As well as parrying reverses, or waiting until the other also had a plus two, as to avoid friendly fire. Perhaps that strange rule could be rather useful, when he actually knew to utilize it. Then, he also did not see why they could not stack other actions in such a way as well…

When the scout had called Uno, the dinobot attempted to skip him to postpone their victory. Unbeknownst to them, Bumblebee also had a skip card, but the bug did not place it down. A pause for dramatic effect?

Starscream cast aside his own useless cards and smacked the bug’s shoulder plating. “Reveal your card already you–eh, just what are you waiting for? We won. Cancel their action with yours!”

Bumblebee looked baffled as he stared at his card then back at Starscream. “What?? Jawbreaker skipped me, I can’t cancel that. It’s your turn. Why don’t you use that reverse card you had?”

Starscream’s wings pulled back and he ripped his cards back off the table to hit them with his other servo. “This scrap will do nothing to change it to the correct color! Why on Cybertron can you not just do as that human did before?! Countering an action of equal title mid-attack is perfectly legal in your stupid house rules! We’ve even done it multiple times this round, how is this any different?”

“Stacking only works with the plus two’s and four’s,” Nightshade attempted to explain their absurd standards, “It is not as if you can add onto one skip with another.”

“Uh-huh, you can’t do that Starscream, that’d be cheating.” J.B. insisted like a foolish child. “Right? Because, that’s definitely against the rules.”

Lightning jumped across Starscream’s frame again.

How was he the one cheating? Their “mom” had come up with it first! Noone had cared when she did it. How did it make any less sense to use the skip card in such a way than the other one? Of course the skips could be added onto one another! All they’d need to do is make it a double skip so that–if he and the scout didn’t already win–it’d send the next turn over to Hashtag. How was that concept so hard for them to understand? This game was stupid.

Bumblebee nudged him, “Hey, we haven’t lost yet!” Starscream didn’t look at him, nor say anything for a long stint of time. “C’moooon, what cards ya got huh?”

Starscream’s optics flickered red and he took in an extended vent, then hiked his wings up with a strained grin and peak to his vocalizer. “Fine, yes, of course! Let's look at what cards I have. Numbers and a single useless reverse action? That will surely lead us to victory. Especially, when as soon as I place something down, those three will no doubt begin a chain of plus two actions of which you would be defenseless against. Or a plus four. Or they could start a reverse chain between one another. Or lock us in a color neither of us have in a plot to instigate the idiotic notion of infinite card draw!”

“You don’t know what cards we have,” Hashtag seemed to be getting frustrated with him, “And besides, it’s just a game. If we outplay you, we win, it’s not that deep!”

“Well, Uno does contain a higher percentage of RNG than skill, but that is a fair point regardless.” Nightshade nodded.

“Um, so, can we just…finish the game now?” J.B asked meekly.

Starscream’s wings swiveled up and down as he forced the stupid power back into the corner of his spark. “Sure.” He could play nice for Hashtag’s sake.

The game proceeded just about as insufferably as he anticipated. He and the bug ended with far too many cards, and Nightshade claimed the win for their team. That was fine. He didn’t care.

Every other match of that accursed Uno left Starscream and Bumblebee once again so close, only for it to be ripped away time and time again. Every instance, more inane than the last. How could they have not even won once?! The last time was entirely the bug’s fault, when he’d blatantly ignored Starscream’s order. He made sure to tell the scout just how stupid that had been, but then the others only seemed to get mad at Starscream for it instead!

The next game that was chosen attempted to usurp the last in stupidity. The “tic-tac-toe” was near impossible to not end in a tie. It had to be replayed repetitively until a victor was concluded. It was boring, exceedingly plain, and the only viable strategy was far too easily thwarted. In fact, when Starscream was in the midst of cornering their opponent, they instead reversed it back onto him! Bumblebee had obviously ruined the whole thing with his insistence on starting in the middle when it was clearly best to start at a corner. Even when they finally did manage to succeed in one matchup, it was anticlimactic as slag.

The next was a quite straightforward game titled “Spot-it”. All that needed to be done was match an icon on your own card with the one in the discard. And finally, Starscream was able to dominate. Every single match, he rapidly pinpointed the correct image and practically blazed through his entire stack with only minute lapses in his speed. No one stood in his way! No one even got a chance! It was glorious!

Starscream laughed maniacally as he gained yet another point without the pathetic aid of the bug. “HAHAH you all are not even TRYING! This game is far too easy. Or perhaps you simply have a slow processor for such things, eh, Bumblebee?” He flicked the bug’s helm and fluttered his wings. Elated that he at long last obtained even a fleeting moment of triumph amongst them. “Good thing you have me to carry your constant lag.”

Bumblebee glared at him, then rolled his optics, “Riiiight. You’re taking this whole thing way too seriously.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Starscream stated in a more dismissive than questioning manner with a slight tip of his helm and a shrug. “What’s next then?”

“Pictionary!” Hashtag held up the box with far more excitement than she’d had previously. “Nightshade and I even made more little figurines and an extended board for all of us to play together!” She and her sibling began the setup, while J.B. distributed the items required for each team. “The person who draws whatever it is rotates, then the others on your team need to guess what the person is trying to show them! The color on the board determines what subject it is, and you kinda get a bit of a clue on what it is from that too.”

Simple enough, if the bug could draw a straight line. Starscream claimed the marker first, as he was far more confident in his own artistic ability. The first object he got was a “basketball”. He didn’t know what that was, but he did know how to depict a basket and a ball separately. Surely the scout could comprehend an icon based word puzzle as simple as that. Which he did. But the words only got stranger from there, and that is where their downfall began.

Items like “Taylor Swift”, “Swan”, or “Cell Phone”, were ridiculous. Was he supposed to have done research before this blasted thing? They had to redraw cards in an attempt to acquire a usable item multiple times. Yet even then, there were many moments where the bug had far too much confidence in his ability to depict whatever it was he’d gotten. His illustrative skill was predictively lacking, and he was lucky Starscream had been able to make out any of it at all. At the very least, Bumblebee was adequate at determining what Starscream was forced to illustrate.

The worst of it was when there had been the perfect opportunity to draw himself throwing Megatron into the Pit–for the action topic of course–and the blasted timer ran out before he could finish! Apparently there needed to be some sort of middle ground in which to prioritize what details were necessary. He could make sacrifices for the sake of their victory, sure, yet it was still disappointing. How was he to find any sort of satisfaction in this game, if he could not at the bare minimum depict the buckethead getting tossed into a scrapheap?

Although he would admit that this game certainly seemed the most balanced, those with their ridiculous bonds and understanding of one another, inevitably gained some sort of advantage. Which got annoying fast. Every little moment longer the scout took to guess what the item was, or the next incoherent blob he depicted, made the tapping of Starscream’s ped quicken.

Starscream growled and his wings flicked back, “NOW what is it?” He squinted as the crude image began to take some sort of shape. “The Autobots?” The bug shook his helm and gestured for it to be more general. “Cybertronians?” A gesture for him to elaborate. “What other word is there!?–” His optics flashed red, with a brief moment of his spark feeling as though it were being wrenched out of his intake, as the word came to him–“Transformers.” A disgustingly rudimentary title. Of course that was all that they were reduced to in this human game under the subject of pop culture.

He was correct. But he still felt distant from the bug’s excitement toward their apparent close call. Starscream hit a servo against his own helm in an effort to knock out whatever had possessed him. This reflex was evidently questionable, but he was easily able to brush it off. He couldn’t have his processor glitching in the midst of this event. It would not only be quite discomfiting, but would also bring more petty disruption to something the Terrans seemed to have put a great deal of effort into. He had to keep it under control.

By the end of it, he and the bug only managed to cross half of the spaces needed to win. Infuriating. Starscream despised losing. They weren’t even able to claim second best. Pathetic.

By the next game, Starscream was decidedly over it.

This “Charades” only served to make one dance around like a fool in some absurd hope at expressing the word on their slip of flimsy scrap. It was near identical to the concept of the last, but regressed into something far less tolerable. Perhaps it could be more amusing if it was less about imitating Earth creatures and instead aimed toward mimicking someone else in their group. That had been a favorite amongst his trinemates back in the more tolerable cycles amidst the Decepticons.

Bumblebee flapped his arms around stupidly as he attempted to display what he’d plucked from the pile. He looked utterly ridiculous. Starscream would never catch himself offline doing such a thing. What was the bug even supposed to be? He was acting as though he were attempting to fly, similar to how Nightshade seems to need to operate their alt mode. Clearly some form of Earthen avian, but how was he supposed to know which classification was required?

“Ugh,” Starscream rubbed his optics, “what do you call those tiny avian creatures on this planet?”

“Birds!” Twitch chirped in an oddly endearing manner.

“Right. That is what he is, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, basically.” Bumblebee halted mid motion to shrug, then whirled his arms around before finding his balance again. “Think we can count that one Alex?”

“Mmm…” Dorothy’s conjunx, Alex, squeaked his uncertainty at the notion. Obviously unsatisfied with such a vague answer.

Dorothy smacked his shoulder, although it looked like it barely connected. “I think we can give it to ‘em. Starscream hasn’t exactly gotten as acquainted with what all our little guys here are called yet.”

“I don’t need your pity points, human.” Starscream muttered in a visceral hiss. When would he have had the time to study such things? Why should he care what all these birds were labeled on this insufferable planet? He had far better things to do! Starscream had a million other exceedingly more important matters that required his brilliant processor, than reverting back to cataloging miscellaneous fauna on some backwater rock!

“Oh, I suppose it’s alright.” Alex relented, none the wiser to Starscream’s bitter comment. “Why don’t you try another one, Bee?”

Bumblebee chuckled as the timer ran out, “Sorry pal, but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until next time to witness my famously flawless acting skills. How about you and Dot go next? Gotta show me your moves too!”

Starscream watched the rest of them play out what remained of the game with blank optics. The images he processed paced in a choppy framerate, and the clarity distorted to a lower quality. A moment's glance at the scoreboard told him that there was absolutely no way they would win in the larger scheme of things. It meant nothing. He couldn’t even attempt to sabotage the competition, or challenge the validity of his competitors' victories. He’d surely get caught, and only gain pointless drama that’d get him into trouble. Which he did not need more of.

Had he even passed that scout’s stupid test? Even if Starscream didn’t claim the more favorable glory he sought, it’d be worse if the failure was calculated against whatever new standard Megatron sought from him. Starscream was actually surprised his ever looming Lord hadn’t made further appearance by now. He was sure something was bound to happen soon. Perhaps this was all some sort of means to get him to let his guard down. Or to determine what could be used to force him in line. Megatron might be getting a byte more creative in his time as a traitor. Even if he was attempting some type of psychological approach, surely he’d revel in any excuse to beat the slag out of Starscream for any reason he could pull out his exhaust pipe.

This whole ordeal seemed too calm. Too casual. They all had many moments of clear annoyance towards him, yet constantly held themselves back but only a few meager remarks. It was not as if he held any particular power in this situation to warrant them to fear standing against him. They only seemed unsure, or dismissive. Even occasionally acting as if their apprehension was entirely absent. They were clearly hiding something.

Starscream had been lost in his own thoughts for so long, that he’d just about missed their little awards ceremony to conclude the night. That was until there was a crack and pop that sent a far too familiar shock through his muddled audials. He flinched and stumbled backwards away from the noise. Nearly trampling one of the Terrans but unable to utter an apology as he barely processed their presence.

It was only a device to distribute colorful material over the crowd. Their laughter was mocking him. Their celebration over their stupid series of trials that they rigged towards their own success, was disorienting.

Starscream was done. He’d played their games. He was not about to attempt to decode what they wanted next.

He stealthily retreated back into his corner of the cavern. It hadn’t been all horrible, he supposed…Regardless, he was tired. They were all too loud in the wrong way.

The curse flared with thoughts echoing some stupid impulse that’d use its power to blast them into oblivion. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about any of it. Then their threat would be neutralized.

But that wasn’t right.

Lightning flickered and stabbed across his frame as he now sat with his wings to those soaring seekers on the wall. He just wanted to leave. To fly away to a Cybertron where they were waiting for him. Where he too could enjoy such festivities. Where they’d cheer his name for his achievements. Where he could revel in their praise–perhaps even…alongside his trinemates, untainted by his mistakes.

Where…it would all feel real.

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