#was this inspired by me and my profile pic maybe

[anchoeritic]

spider-man!ellie chasing after black cat!reader, ending in a heated kiss once you mention her girlfriend waiting for her at home. you wouldn’t paint spidey as the type to.. be unloyal, but it didn’t seem to matter once you felt her lips on yours with her hand digging deep between your thighs.

it was a shame that her lil girlfriend had a hot meal prepared on the table just for her but that thought didn’t cross her mind once. not once. the only thing that kept playing in her head was the whine you let escape against her lips. even under your mask, she could see how much pleasure she brought to you through your spandex uniform.

“think you’re so funny bringin’ her up, huh?” she asks you, tilting her head like she was trying to intimidate you. her fingers rubbing against just the right spot through your suit. “seems like you’re jealous that it’s her and not you,” she only continues, but with a smile on her face this time.

you could only whimper and moan under her touch, moving your hips to the slight bend of her fingers on your clit. “so desperate to feel good, kitty. but did you forget?” her voice rasping to the tip of her tongue, letting her fingers go even quicker against you.

“did you forget that i have a girl of my own at home waiting, hm? someone that’s not you,” she tried to push you on the edge of jealousy, rubbing it in your face, “a pretty girl that treats me so well. that’s too bad, though. ain’t it, kitty?”

[infinitelilith]

where does the name infinite Lilith come from?

The "Lilith" part comes from the fact that my name is Lilith and the "Infinite" part comes from the fact that I will live forever and never die

[obeymissmaddy]

Click here to listen to my oldd intro.

Click here to listen to my oldddddd intro.

update: I encourage alllll subs to make captions in devotion of me. It's a great way for you to show me how much you adore me, my permanently owned subbiesssss.

Turn on notifications for my posts. Allow me to fully mold you/ warp your mind. This is a part of your training protocol, my permanently owned servants/toys. 🔔🔔🔔

update for all the pup subs, betas, sissies, femsubs, cucks, finsubs, fincucks, hypnotoys, etc. etc. etccccccccccccccccccc. that keep asking me if I'll own you: Here goes, ALL of you are welcome to serve me, darlings. If you exist, I'll gladly put you to use and own you. Welcome home, my permanently owned lil hypnotoys. ✨

It's only a matter of time before I own 100k slaves, darling. Come join my slave and simpy army today.

How to join my slave, simp, and hypnotoy army? It's very, veryyy easy, actually.

Step 1: Change your username to something that shows your devotion to me. Check all the fan and simp accounts that comment on my posts for inspiration if you need some. Make it fun. Be creative, show your personality, my eager little toy. You are about to join them in a moments notice, my eager & permanently owned servant.

Step 2: Then, make this gif your new header. Mark yourself as my property. Change your bio to a beautiful one that shows your devotion to me, my simpy slave. If your profile pic isn't cute already, go change it to a fun or cute one, my eager little slave.

Step 3: pin this post right here, and finally, once you have done all of that, start commenting on all of my posts from this moment on. Only from today on. Make your comments unique and beautiful. Make yourself stand out from the crowd. Try to outdo all your fellow slaves n simps, and maybe, maybe if you are a good slave, I may end up giving you some special attention one day. Keep showing devotion. The more consistent you are and the longer that you serve me, the more you'll stand out. If you want my attention sooner, you can send me your initial right now, my weak lil toy. Come back here at least once a day, my permanently owned simp/hypnotoy.

Turn on notifications for my posts. Allow me to fully mold you/ warp your mind. This is a part of your training protocol, my permanently owned servants/toys. 🔔🔔🔔

update: I removed the payment links from my bio. DM me: ''I wish to serve.'' and I will dm you my payment link. Once you have sent me your initial tribute I will allow you to begin your journey of being my permanently owned little subby/toy, darling.

Click here to find out what a ''lil maddy'' is, my adorable lil maddy. Hahah.

DM me: ''Please Mistress!'' if you can't afford your initial and I will put you to use in different ways. I'm claiming you as mine right now darling. I'm claiming you as my slave right now. No matter what, you are about to join my slave and hypnotoy army, right now, my eager little simp. Check the comments on all of my posts. You will join them next. Your training protocol is about to officially begin once you've DM'd me.

Welcome home, darling. Don't message me until you have listened to and followed the instructions I give you in my intro audio above. Sit back, relax, put in earphones or put on headphones and let me guide you straight into my lap. Your journey with me starts now. The most profound domination in the world awaits you once you are mine, pet.

If you long to be my paypig or fincuck, I've got a different intro for you right here. ✨

Once u click on ''Keep reading'' you accept your complete and total surrender to me, subby. I challenge you to not click it, but we both know you can't help yourself, lmao.

See? Hahah. You are beyond predictable. So simple. Such a good and eager little simp for me. Ur now officially mine forever, darling. My permanent servant. My permanently owned toy. My litttle simp. Ur so easy. It's adorable. Mine now, tomorrow and forever. I make the rules. You just obey them. How funnnnn hahah. Welcome to forever, subby.

First of all, I'm the #1 caption domina, the #1 hypnodomme and the #1 findom/ femdomme in the entire world. No matter what, no matter who you are, I'm the domme you have been looking for your entire life in every single way. I mean that darling. Our dynamic will be one of a kind. I'm very open minded and own all sorts of subs. My fav is turning you into nothing but my obedient toy. I'm here to take you to brand new depths of submission. Oh, and all my captions aside, what you'll experience once you've sent your initial will far outshine anything on my tumblr page. Like I said in my intro, they were just one part of guiding you to complete surrender to me and me alone, my good little toy. Your new life is starting right now. You are about to truly submit.

Once you have submitted, you'll be able to earn the greatest and most intense hypno recordings/ files you will ever get the honor of experiencing in your entire life. I am the actual greatest hypnodomme in the entire world and you are incredibly lucky to have found me, my obedient and permanently owned little toy. Once you have earned listening to them, you'll wish you had found me much, much sooner. Welcome home, my perfectly obedient and good little toy. What I do isn't just the most real, raw and profound domination in the world. You will submit to me in ways you can't even imagine. I will take you to depths you didn't even know existed. I will give you a personal experience. A journey. One that has been waiting for you your entire life. Your submission to me is the thing you have been looking for.

Because some subs didnt realize the bar at the top of this post is audio, I'll just say it here once time: The little bar above is audio. The bar with my ''OBEY'' logo. Yeah, that bar lol. Click on the little arrow on the left of it and put your sound on for it to start. I had a bunch of subs message me that they didn't realize it was audio even when I clearly stated so above, so just mentioning it here one final time hah.

Alright, now go on and listen to it if you haven't already, my little subby. I'm here to take you for a spin. Not just any spin, the wildest adventure of your entire life. Of you entire subbbbbbby little life.

From this moment on, I'm your owner. I make the rules, you just obey them, darling. There is no reality in which you aren't owned by me.

Whether you are a beta, (fin)cuck, sissy, vanilla sub, hypnoslut or anything else. Whoever you are, Wherever you are from, I'm here for you, darling. You may call me Mistress Maddy, Miss Maddy, Mistress, Miss or Mommy. All of those are fine by me. I so look forward to getting to know you, darling. I actually mean that. It's always fun and exciting to get to know a brand new toy. Thats you, subby, hehe.

Welcome home, subby. You've finally found your true calling in serving me. That thing you are feeling rn is my complete control over you setting in. Only one tiny little step awaits you. You are almost there.

It's more than clear by now already but I'll just write it here either way. I don't do bland, boring or vapid domination. I'm here to take you deeper than anyone ever has or ever will. Whether you are looking for some quick fun or a permanent/ long term domme/sub dynamic, I'll give you the most exciting experience of your life. I'm the most fun, brilliant, gorgeous and powerful domme you will ever have the honor of serving darling. You know what you have to do now. Serving me will be a true experience unlike any other. Welcome to your true calling.

Sending me your initial will not only allow you to DM me, but will officially begin your journey as my permanently owned servant. You were always meant to be my permanently owned servant, subby. But you won't just be my servant, we'll have A LOT of fun together. So much fun hahah. I look forward to it already. What are you wating for. So many fun surprises are ahead. You'll be able to earn your first hypnosis recordings from me and so much more as soon as you have sent me your initial. The most powerful and intense ones you will ever have the honor of experiencing. I'm the most exciting experience of your life. Hop on in darling, you are ready. I'm what you have been waiting for. You finally found me, my permanently owned subby.

Oh, and btw, on a small final side note, my initial should honestly be much, much, muchhh higher for the personal attention and exciting experiences that you'll get to have to honor of experiencing with me. Like I said, what you'll experience with me will be the most exciting and rewarding experience of your entire life. But, I want all subs to be able to submit to me which is why my initial tribute amount is only $100. Talk soon, my good, obedient, and permanently owned subby.

Once you have sent your initial message me: ''Initial sent, Mistress.''

If you're reading this, DM me: ''Wow!'' and I might give you a very special surprise sooner than later, my eager little toy. You are about to be permanently owned by me.

[katiascraft]

request idea: @number-fifty-five so here it is! I was already working on it when you sent this so I got so happy I wasn’t the only one waiting for Alex content! Thanks for sending your request darling <3 hope you enjoy!

˖˙ ᰋ ── i can do the shit that he never did

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yourusername: that's how you lose the girls <3

summary: after the past events on the formula one lore around Charles Leclerc, we can confirm he has a type. Artists, aesthetics and Instagram influencers. What the world didn’t expect was that his two exes would end up together. Insane, right? But in the world of millionaires life it’s pretty unexpected and not as it seems to be. Bonded by art, this is a love story for the books of formula 1 history.

warnings: just use your imagination along the ride! lesbian/bisexual!reader. smau. I recommend listening boyfriend by dove cameron cuz I was inspired by that to do this <3 Charles will be framed as a piece of shit just for story proposes. slut shaming and hate comments.

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yourusername: I’ve made it mom! sad you’re not here to see it but I know you’ve always knew I would be here. First time ever in an art gallery ✨ can’t express how happy I am right now. Thank you everyone that came to see my art and took the time to say a few words to me. I guess now i’m proof that dreams can really come true! Also I met this super pretty girl, I don’t remember your name but if you see this, I just wanted you to know that you looked like an angel <3 thank you for your kind sweet words.

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landonorris: screaming like a bitch for you my little girl

⤷ yourusername: love you my bitch

⤷landonorris: your forever bitch

⤷ yourusername: I’m way more gay than straight

⤷ landonorris: thats not a nice way to reject people y/n.

user234: after so many years finally you’re recognized for who you are!!! So proud of you<3 no more someone’s gf or someone’s ex

⤷ yourusername: thank u beautiful

danielricciardo: your mom will be so happy to see you there like I saw you today ❤️‍🩹 you’re amazing bestie keep showing the world how wonderful you are

⤷ yourusername: 😭😭😭😭😭 best thing out of f1 was you thanks universe

⤷ landonorris: auch thats personal

⤷ danielricciardo: not the universe, I accepted you in my world.

⤷ yourusername: don’t judge my beliefs

user23: WHY IS ALEX HERE

⤷user9763: omg they follow each other!!?!

⤷user988: I just checked and they don’t yet she just liked this post

⤷user12: this is weird

⤷user873: why would they follow each other like I wouldn’t follow and be friendly with my boyfriend’s ex?

⤷ user99: for real

⤷user66: maybe they broke up??

⤷user123: I don’t think so, Alex has still the pics with him up on her profile and they still follow each other but y/n doesn’t follow any of them

⤷user875: I have a gut feeling about this and I don’t wanna be Charles

francolapinto: qué bonita sos y/n

⤷user1: so disrespectful dude

⤷ user772: not Franco shooting his shots just in case 🤣

maxverstappen: how increíble you are y/n. Congratulations on this new chapter!

⤷ yourusername: thank you maxxie I miss you

⤷ maxverstappen: come on Tuesday for dinner

⤷ yourusername: 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

⤷ user877: oh to be in that dinner

user01: so no one is gonna talk about the girl she’s looking for?? Like I didn’t know she was into girls???

⤷ user6233: after she broke up with Charles she dated a girl for a few months and she talked about it on her YouTube channel!!

⤷ user762: im like new to all of this and idk she was a YouTuber! I’ll check her out asap

⤷ user761: yes! I love her she does vlogging and just talking about random stuff she is really sweet and bubbly

user871: congrats beautiful!!!

yourbff: you deserve the world Angel 🩷

danielricciardo: @/alexandrasaintmleux

user7651: anyone saw what Daniel commented???

alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️❤️❤️ *liked by yourusername*

⤷ user77: OMG HOLY JESUS

⤷ user12: SHE DIS NOT

⤷ user89: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

۶ৎ new notification!

@/alexandrasaintmleux started following you

۶ৎ now you follow each other

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alexandrasaintmleux: an amazing weekend 💌

tagged: @/yourusername

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user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

user123: so y/n is tagged…

user98: weird shit going on

user76: you’re so beautiful Alex omg

user771: where’s leo?

user763: the fact she tagged Charles’ ex…

yourusername: thank you for coming pretty 💋

⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux: thanks to you for the rose beautiful x

danielricciardo: the audacity of these women nowadays

⤷ user971: right?!?!?

user529: I think I stopped breathing

user18: they are flirting… CHARLES EXES ARE FLIRTING ?!?!

kikacgomes: my beautiful perfect talented women

⤷ pierregasly: love!??? We don’t support this!???

⤷kikacgomes: HUSH

alexalbon: I can’t believe my eyes

⤷ user197: that’s what I mean????

user1986: is anyone gonna mention that Alex may be the mysterious girl y/n was talking about on her post?????

⤷ maxverstappen: we are trying to pretend this doesn’t exist

⤷ danielricciardo: we are trying to

⤷ oscarpiastri: I don’t like this at all poor papa

⤷ landonorris: weird just weird oscarsito

⤷ user91762: NEW NICK NAME

charlesleclerc: you can’t do this to me

yourbff: fuck him *liked by yourusername and alexandrasaintmleux*

⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

user197: so we should hate Charles then…?

⤷ maxverstappen: rip

⤷ landonorris: he will be missed

⤷ danielricciardo: they are gonna kill us guys just stop

۶ৎ three Grand Prix later…

f1gossipgirl made a post

f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS‼️as we had stated the last month, Alexandra (Charles’ girlfriend) has not attended a single Grand Prix over the last two months which is strange. Since then rumors started flying about a possible break up and last night paparazzi caught them in a fight outside a Monaco bar. This is uncommon behavior for Charles Leclerc and Alexandra. There isn't a confirmation about the break up so we will keep you updated.

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user990: im just sad for them they seemed to be end game and now this

user188: im kind of happy I never liked her. He deserves better

user1993:isn’t it strange that she is now friend with Charles’ ex???? Like WTF if they are still dating it’s just weird

⤷ user199: but I don’t think it’s weird. Y/n makes art and Alex do too so she went to the gallery and met y/n there. And they became friends. It doesn’t implied anything

⤷ user100: but what about the rose??? And the other drivers comments??? Something is rotting here

⤷ user199: we shouldn’t be making this a big deal. Charles is a man and can also be a dick. We don’t know them.

⤷ user708: I can’t agree with you. Charles won’t ever hurt her.

⤷ user199: are you besties with him or her or what?

user1324: I read on Twitter that Charles was seen out with his group of friends and a girl that was not Alexandra like a few weeks ago. They said they were making out and stuff. Anyone in Mónaco that knows things?

user8845: I don’t like the fact everyone is throwing shit to Alex. It’s misogynistic. Couple are formed by two people. Fault it’s always two parts. Stop spreading hate towards Alex. We don’t know them.

user9733: y/n was a piece of shit with Charles. Not surprised Alex moved to her.

⤷ user199: WE DONT KNOW

۶ৎ one week later

charlesleclerc made a post

charlesleclerc: thank you.

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user1876: charles being such a sweetheart and Alex just erasing him speaks volumes

⤷ user98: she isn’t obligued to speak up if she doesn’t want to tho????

user762: I don’t believe in love anymore 😭

user91: I bet she cheated

⤷ user1: she cheated with his ex I’m sure

⤷ user934: sluts both of them

usrr1866: I can’t believe my eyes in this comment section

user177: she was too ugly for you babes dw you’ll fine someone way better then her someone classy

user9122: it’s obvious she was too less for you you deserve better handsome boy

user198: the way everyone is sucking the balls of Charles without even knowing what happened between them what if he was an asshole ???

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۶ৎ 5 months later

f1gossipgirl made a post

f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS ‼️ Alexandra saint and y/n were seen together these couple of week ago. Sources state they were kissing and making out. Apparently love is in the air for these two! What do we think?

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user199: insane behavior but for some reason I ship

user088: I feel bad for Charles how awful you gotta be to make your exes bond over past trauma involving you?? insane

user1866: it’s like Ollie and Franco’s exes dating

user988: I don’t like any of them tbh but they look cute

user12: I wanna know the tea. It’s not normal to date your ex’s ex tbh

user1943: apparently Prince Charming wasn’t so charming

user443: beautiful girls happy for them

user4366: poor Charles this is humiliation

user034: I just know they are goals

danielricciardo: they are amazing guys!

⤷ user22: HOLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SIR

⤷ user99: HE CONFIRMED IT HE CONFIRMED

user199: im going insane rn I’ve never experienced this in my life and never will again

۶ৎ one week later

yourusername made a post

yourusername: the moment you were all waiting for it's here! My new video speaking my truth is out now on my channel! You can all suck our balls now! 💋

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user642: the fact that we know what actually happened between her and Charles back in the day now… we didn’t know how toxic Charles could be

user99: I felt so bad for them when they talked about being harrassed online :(

user12: I can’t believe Charles would be so controlling. It’s scary like even if he plays the good guy he is evil.

⤷ user877: psycho behavior tbh I had chills

user11: I really wish you both the best

user199: HAHAHAHJA the shirt my lord you ARE amazing girl congrats on your love!!!

user43: I love the fact she doesn’t give a damn anymore so she went and exposed sir Charles leclerc as if she was reading a book, amazing

user7653: this proves apparences can lie!!! What a rough experience girls!! Hope you get well and love each other very much

danielricciardo: so proud of both of you!!

⤷ yourusername: I love you brotha

landonorris: we will miss you Alex :( we first lost y/n and now you. Life’s tough men.

⤷ oscarpiastri: you still got me lan

⤷ landonorris: my osc 😍

⤷ maxverstappen: let the girls be the trendy gays

⤷ yourusername: that’s what I said

user667: now we can say Lewis is the best ferrari guy

⤷ user882: yeah we can say he is the good one now

charlesleclerc: this can’t be happening

alexandrasaintmleux made a post

alexandrasaintmleux: my girl my girl my girl ❤️

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yourusername: I can do the shit he never did up all night I won’t quit 😍think I’m gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman plus all my clothes would fit

⤷ alexandramsaintlux: I love you I love you I love you I love te amo te amo te amo te amo

user876: OMG GOALS

user754: we can’t deny they are so cute 😭

yourusername: my forever is with you

⤷ alexandramsaintlux: and my dream is now reality thanks to you baby you’re the best in this universe im so lucky

landonorris: didnt think I would be sobbing seeing this

⤷ oscarpiastri: I know who is crying for real tho

⤷ danielricciardo: sassy

⤷ maxverstappen: though he was your father?

⤷ oscarpiastri: I SAID DONT EXPOSE HIM

⤷ landonorris: you didn’t actually

⤷ oscarpiastri: we broke up

⤷ landonorris: 😐

yourbff: goodbye piece of shit hope you have a really awful time on this earth <3

۶ৎ THE END ۶ৎ

don’t forget to like, reblog or comment! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (And drink mate together)

[rottenpumpkin13]

AGSZC dating profiles

[Photo of Sephiroth: A candid of him taken without his knowledge. He's leaning against a wall, arms crossed, expression distant, probably thinking about lunch]

Sephiroth 💼 SOLDIER First Class 📍 Midgar

"I don't use this app. Genesis made this profile for me. If we match, congratulations. You've won nothing. I don't wish to grab coffee. I do not want to grab drinks. I will not respond to messages. Ignore this profile."

[Photo of Genesis: Mid-monologue, holding Loveless aloft like Yorick's skull]

Genesis Rhapsodos 💼 SOLDIER First Class/Poet Laureate/ Creator of Banora White juice 📍 Wherever inspiration strikes

"I live for literature, fine wine, and the pursuit of artistry in all things. Seeking someone to share candlelit evenings, philosophical debates, and to attend plays with. Swipe left if you're taller than me."

[Photo of Angeal: Standing in a field, holding the Buster Sword, smiling]

Angeal Hewley 💼 SOLDIER First Class 📍 Probably in the kitchen or the gym

"Looking for something stable. I believe in loyalty, hard work, honesty, and marriage."

[Photo of Zack: Selfie with a peace sign, big grin, hair a mess, background is definitely mid-mission]

Zack Fair 💼 SOLDIER Second Class (First Class hopeful!) 📍 Wherever the adventure is

"Hey I'm Zack, I love dogs, good food, the beach, the movies, sunflowers, fitness, road trips, Saturdays, chocobos, card games, barbecuing with friends, sword training, karaoke nights, fireworks, ice cream, helping people, collecting cool rocks, that fresh laundry smell, and punching things (in a healthy way) :)"

[Photo of Cloud: Blurry pic taken against his will. He looks like he’s questioning every life choice. Captioned (by Zack): “This is Cloud. He’s single. Swipe for stoic vibes.”]

Cloud Strife 💼 Infantryman (for now) 📍 Not really sure why I'm here

"Didn't want to make this. Zack did it for me. I like quiet places, motorcycles, reading, and hanging out with my friends. Not really good at talking about myself, so if you have questions... ask, I guess. I'm better in person than on here."

[Photo of Kunsel: smiling casually, holding a smoothie, wearing sunglasses OVER his helmet]

Kunsel 💼 SOLDIER Second Class/ among other things 📍Somewhere perfectly normal, why do you ask?

"Looking for someone healthy, active, and with a strong heart—literally. Bonus points if your organs are in great condition! I'm into jogging, balanced diets, and people who take care of themselves. Must be willing to donate time to hang out. Let's make memories... and maybe a full medical report. No smokers, please. Lungs are important. Let's connect! (Blood type inquiries purely out of curiosity.)"

[notaorbital]

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 will find most images for moodboards, so create a Pinterest board just for these images, separating them into subboards for each color or aesthetic to make it easier.

Some blogs leave the link to their Pinterest accounts in pinneds or in the carrd, you can follow them and save the pics they published on the app in your boards, this will influence the Pinterest algorithm so that they recommend more of the type of images you want.

You can also search on Pinterest for the aesthetic and color you want (coquette pink aesthetic, cottagecore aesthetic, y2k, 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 people) and maybe a divider. You can find these dividers on other blogs or by searching for "dividers" on Tumblr.

If you want to split a photo into two or more images, use this site.

how to create captions:

To make the captions, I use parts of songs that I like or that I found searching on Pinterest for "Spotify song lyrics", 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.

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.

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

[airbendertendou]

I'M IN RUINS! ♡ mitsuya takashi

synopsis : maybe he really is just that nice to everyone. | inspired by the cdrama hidden love

song inspo ; going dumb by stray kids, alesso, corsak

cw : baji!reader ; reader has their period, but no pronouns ; baji is referred to as your brother, but looks aren't stated ; more of a college-ish au ; kazutora favortism briefly got the best of me

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It's so unfair, you think. Being so close to him, yet not allowing to linger — it's disheartening. You ache ; suffer and beg and cry, thinking of your brother's friend.

Baji sighs as you frown at him. "Do you really need to go?"

"Why am I not allowed to?" You reply. You'd put on your cutest outfit and your favorite shoes. After hearing Mitsuya was tagging along to this little get together, how could you not? "I'm hungry and you're going to eat."

"You never want to go," your brother argues. You cross your arms and tilt your head, raising your eyebrows to look stern. It's the way your mom looks at him ; the way she gets him to listen. Keisuke clicks his tongue, "whatever. Come on, then."

——♡——

By the time Chifuyu pulls up to the meeting area, your stomach is aching. You shuffle where you stand, sending a meek smile to Draken when he looks your way. Kazutora is distracting your brother, giggling together as you wait for the last guest to arrive.

A rumble hits the wind, covering the chattering of the other guys and numerous shoppers. Lilac hair shines in the light and you hold your breath — he's here.

"Boys," Mitsuya grins as he parks his bike. His eyes slide to you, smile growing gentle, less teasing. “Hey, trouble. Make a last minute decision to come?"

You nod silently, holding your stomach and trying to hide your grimace. Mitsuya tilts his head curiously, but gets taken into a conversation with Draken. You tug on the end of Baji's hair, "I'm going to the bathroom really quick."

A chest is pressed to your back quicker than you can think. A hand — gentle and firm simultaneously — leads you to the left. Mitsuya clears his throat as you scowl at him. "I'll show you where the bathroom is."

You want to cry. You're absolutely mortified at what you discover. Your pee is red — the reason behind your stomach pain is clear. Your favorite bottoms are stained and you're unable to wear them now. Having your period is natural, nothing to be ashamed about.

But, Mitsuya noticed. He shielded your backside so that no one else would see the splash of blood.

Leaning against the stall's wall, you sniffle as tears drip down your nose. You'd texted Draken about your current problem — Keisuke had broken his phone just yesterday. The blond was your only hope at this point ; you hoped he'd read your text soon.

"[Name]," a knock to the bathroom door startles you. "Here. I'll wait for you, okay?"

Humiliation — Mitsuya had taken it upon himself to get you supplies. Taking in a stuttered breath, you fought to make your sobs unknown. You dab your face with toilet paper lightly before opening the door. Quickly, you snatch the bag you see and ignore the one standing in the doorway.

He'd gotten you a new outfit, too. The same color as your previous one, so that no one else would notice what happened. Your tears fell again as you situated yourself.

Once out of the bathroom, you sniff and avoid Mitsuya's gaze. Draken is leaning against the wall across from you, looking over you quickly as you walked to him. You brush your bottoms lightly, head to the floor as you stand in silence.

"No big deal," Draken reassures you. He pats the top of your head with a grin, "let me know if you want to go home, okay?"

Your nod is stopped by an arm wrapping aound your shoulders. Mitsuya squeezes you close to him, trapping you in the smell of his cologne. "S'all good, trouble. Tell us if you feel unwell."

The light catches through a window, shining on Mitsuya like a hidden halo. His eyes light up, his eyelashes curving against his cheek as he smiles. Mitsuya's nose scrunches as laughs at something Draken says. Peeking at you with his peripheral vision, he tilts his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so nice to me.” It's said before you can even think. Because he is nice to you — kind, welcoming and warm. Mitsuya squeezes you a bit closer before letting go of you completely. Chifuyu waves your way excitedly. Your small, "thank you," is covered by the noise of the restaraunt.

——♡——

Mitsuya had left the table not long ago. Keisuke shoves your shoulder, causing you to bump into Kazutora. The dual-haired boy gasps dramatically before shoving into your right shoulder, bumping you back into your brother.

Your giggles are drowned out by the sight of Draken shaking his head. Chifuyu speaks through his own laughter, "where's Mitsuya?"

"Flirting," Draken says with a roll of his eyes. Your smile fades, falling from your face slowly at the words. Draken lets out a loud sigh, "can't take him anywhere."

Baji grumbles into your ear, "I'll say."

Kazutora snorts, covering his mischivious grin with his hand. He lays his head on your shoulder, "oh, whatever shall we do with such a pretty boy?"

Your grin inflates again at Kazutora's casual teasing. You ruffle his hair, scrunching your nose as he scowls playfully at you. "You're a pretty boy, too, you know."

Kazutora's eyes widen, his cheeks pinkening at your words as he sits up straight. Your eyes slide across the table. "So is Chifuyu, honestly." You look to your brother and grimace, "don't know what happened to you."

Baji clicks his tongue before shoving you again. Kazutora catches you in a backwards hug, his forearm settling across your collarbones. "Be nice to [name], Baji!"

"Jus' cause you were called pretty..." your brother grumbles to himself.

The chair across from you is pulled out, a loud screech hitting the area you're in. Mitsuya plops down with a stone-faced expression, his eyes focused solely on you. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

"Like you can talk," Draken teases. The tall blond flutters his eyelashes and clasps his hands together. "Oh, it's you! From class! The fashion designer!"

"Can't talk to my classmates now?"

Chifuyu snickers, kicking your foot under the table as he does. You shake your head, sinking your chin below Kazutora's arm to hide your grin. Mitsuya eyes your position idly before tilting his head, "you both look comfy."

Kazutora pulls you closer, "[Name] thinks I'm pretty."

"I said Chifuyu was, too!"

The dual-haired boy hums into your ear. "But, you thought of me first."

"As fun as this is," Draken looks up from his phone. He sighs before pocketing the device. "Mikey is calling for us. Want me to take you home, [name]?"

"I'll do it," Mitsuya interrupts. He lets out a sigh, gaze drifting from you and laying on the table. "I'm going to check on my sisters, anyways."

You're waving to your friends as Mitsuya leans against his bike. You can feel him watching you, but you ignore his eyes to grin gleefully at Kazutora.

"He your recent crush?"

"What?" You blink, turning to face the lilac-haired boy. Mitsuya shrugs, making no move to leave as he gazes at you. "Kazu? He's not my crush, why?"

"But, you do have one," he steps closer to you. "A crush."

Gulping, you move away from him and to the back of the bike. "Maybe."

Mitsuya hums, "your brother know?"

"Why would I tell Keisuke about a crush?" You lean beside him now, frowning to the ground. Kicking at the sidewalk with your foot, you scrunch your nose. "He's horrible at keeping secrets."

He nods and you're hyperaware of the way his arm brushes against yours. It's like he's doing it on purpose — moving closer to you. "I'm not. You can tell me who it is."

"No thanks!"

"Why not?"

You grow silent, even as Mitsuya gets closer. His arm is behind your back at this point, his hand sitting on the seat of his bike. "You don't need to know."

"I want to."

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" As he doesn't answer, you finally look his way. Soft, dreamy eyes are looking at you. His gaze feels heavy ; heated as he stares your way. "Mitsuya?"

He blinks and looks away, "maybe."

"Would you tell me who it is?"

"Well, that's not fair," he leans closer, his lips brush against your ear, "is it, [name]?"

You freeze, eyes widening as Mitsuya tilts his head at you curiously. Staring at the ground, you think about it for a second. You think maybe I should tell him ; maybe it's time. Then your mind flashes back to before — to when Draken said he was flirting.

"Oh, is it someone from your class? The one Ken was talking about?"

Mitsuya doesn't answer — that means yes, you think. Downhearted, you frown and scoot away from him, leaving room to breathe. He doesn't allow that, though, scooting until your arms are pressed together once again.

"It's a friend," Mitsuya speaks up. He leans more to the left, his chin almost resting on your right shoulder. "A close friend."

You gasp dramatically, hoping to interrupt the intense atmosphere. "It's Chifuyu, isn't it? Knew it — he's irresistible."

Mitsuya snorts, rolling his eyes. You smile at the sound, oblivious to the way he gazes at you. He bites his lip, hesitant, but nudges the tip of his shoe against yours anyways. You meet his gaze — his eyes flicker from yours briefly before he smiles tenderly. "I'll tell you who it is. Eventually."

You trust he'll keep his word.

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[molinaskies]

Y'know what's funny ? Remember that one time I wanted to draw something inspired by your old profile picture ? I actually did do that, but I never finished it and it's been in my files ever since lol

I could never figure out a good time to tell you about it, but maybe now's as good as any xD

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OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS. CAN I HAVE HIM?? I WILL HOLD HIM CLOSE TO MY HEART.

Seriously I am trying to crack a fic rn heavily themed around Sonic's love of nature and this could not come at a better time. Makes me feel less crazy

Lowkey you don't even have to finish it, I love it as it is. But if you do ever finish it I would love to see it! I am so touched 🥹

I love the composition, the pinecones for cuffs, the lightbulbs as earrings--I AM IN LOVE

I don't have the original pfp anymore but my aesthetic is still very much the same, so a reference pic is below the cut!

[luvyoo18]

AMUSEMENT PARK

This story was inspired by the song Amusement Park by Baekhyun.

Pairing : Jeongin x Y/N (reader)

Genre : Romance, Fluff

Summary : Jeongin and Y/N make a bet, the loser will grant the winner's wish.

The glow of Y/N’s laptop screen was the only light source in her cramped studio apartment, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering cursor. It was 2 AM, another shift at the 24-hour diner done, another pile of textbooks looming, and the familiar ache of exhaustion settling deep into her bones. Tonight, the ache was tinged with a particular sort of wistful longing. She’d stumbled upon an old photo album, a relic from a simpler time, and there it was: a faded picture of her five-year-old self, beaming gap-toothed grin, clutching a ridiculously oversized lollipop plushie, standing before the gates of ‘Dreamland Park’.

Dreamland. The name itself felt like a sigh. It was the local wonderland, a sprawling paradise of twinkling lights, thrilling rides, and sugary treats that had populated her childhood fantasies. Her parents had always promised, "One day, sweetie, when things are a bit easier." But "easier" never quite arrived. Life threw curveballs – job losses, unexpected bills, the relentless climb towards affording college. Now, at 22, navigating the precarious balance of tuition fees, rent, and instant ramen dinners, Dreamland felt more distant than the moon.

Frustration bubbled up, hot and sharp. Without thinking, she hammered out a post on her anonymous micro-blogging account, ‘CaffeineDreamer’.

“Ugh. Just found pics of little me dreaming of Dreamland Park. Twenty-two years old and still haven’t been. Apparently, adulting means swapping roller coaster dreams for rent receipts and thesis deadlines. Pretty sure the only ‘thrill ride’ I’m getting is the panic attack when my student loan statement arrives. Someone invent teleportation, or maybe just a winning lottery ticket specifically for overpriced theme park entry. #DreamlandDenied #BrokeStudentBlues #AdultingIsAScam”

She hit ‘post’ and collapsed back onto her worn-out armchair, the laptop warming her knees. It was just shouting into the void, a momentary release. She never expected the void to shout back.

Miles away, in a spacious, minimalist bedroom overlooking the city skyline, Yang Jeongin scrolled idly through his feed. At 21, he was navigating his own set of pressures – the final year of his business degree, the weight of family expectations, and the looming reality of one day taking a significant role in the family empire: the very same Dreamland Park Y/N longed for. His grandfather, the park's founder and current patriarch, was a legend, a titan of local industry. Jeongin admired him immensely but sometimes felt suffocated by the pre-written path.

His thumb hovered over Y/N’s post. Usually, he scrolled past anonymous vents, but something about the raw honesty, the specific mention of his park, caught his eye. He felt a pang of… something. Sympathy? Guilt? Curiosity? He knew the ticket prices weren't exactly student-friendly, a point he occasionally debated (gently) with the board.

He tapped on her profile, ‘CaffeineDreamer’. Minimalist, mostly text posts about study struggles, coffee appreciation, and occasional poignant observations about life. Nothing identifying, just a relatable voice in the digital ether. On impulse, he created a burner account, something untraceable to his well-known family name. He chose the handle ‘StarlightRider’.

He typed out a reply:

“@CaffeineDreamer Hang in there. Those rent receipts build character, or so they say ;) Maybe the thrill ride is just around the corner. Sometimes the best adventures are unexpected.”

He hit send, a strange flutter in his chest. What was he even doing?

Y/N blinked at the notification. A reply? From someone she didn’t know? ‘StarlightRider’. The name was intriguing. His reply was simple, kind. Unexpectedly comforting.

“@StarlightRider Haha, thanks! Guess I’ll hold onto my character-building receipts for now. Here’s hoping that corner isn’t too far away! :)”

And so it began. An unlikely digital friendship blossomed in the late-night hours and stolen moments between classes and work shifts. They talked about everything and nothing. Y/N learned StarlightRider was also a student, juggling deadlines and parental expectations, though he was vague about the specifics of his family’s business. Jeongin learned about Y/N’s relentless work ethic, her sharp wit often laced with weary sarcasm, her passion for literature (her major), and her surprisingly resilient optimism despite her circumstances. He found himself charmed by her honesty and vulnerability.

He discovered she was a year older, a fact she teased him about relentlessly once it came out.

“@StarlightRider Ah, so you’re the dongsaeng here, Starlight-ssi? Better show your noona some respect! 🤣🤣🤣” she’d typed, followed by a string of laughing emojis.

Jeongin found he didn’t mind; he liked the easy familiarity they’d developed.

Y/N found StarlightRider to be a great listener, surprisingly insightful, and possessing a quiet sense of humor that often caught her off guard. He seemed to understand the pressure she was under, even if his own struggles felt different, perhaps grander in scale, though he never elaborated. He became her digital confidante, the person she’d fire off a quick message to after a horrible customer interaction or when a difficult professor assigned an impossible essay.

One evening, after Y/N had lamented a particularly brutal economics midterm, the conversation shifted back to her original complaint.

“@StarlightRider Seriously considering selling a kidney for a Dreamland season pass at this point. Maybe then I could afford therapy AND churros.” she typed, only half-joking.

Jeongin, reading her message, felt a familiar pang. He’d been wrestling with how to bridge the gap between their online connection and his real-world ability to help. He hated the anonymity sometimes, the feeling of holding back such a significant part of himself. Then, an idea sparked – mischievous, slightly absurd, but potentially perfect. It felt… him.

“@CaffeineDreamer Okay, Noona, how about this? A bet. 😏”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her screen.

“@StarlightRider A bet? Intriguing. What are the stakes, Starlight-ssi? 😏”

“@CaffeineDreamer Your next big final exam. What subject gives you the most grief?”

“@StarlightRider Definitely Advanced Literary Theory. Professor Kim is notorious. A perfect score is basically mythical.”

“@CaffeineDreamer Perfect. If you get a perfect score – 100%, no less – on that final… I will personally ensure you get your Dreamland trip. Like, VIP style. Everything covered. 😎”

Y/N stared at the message. Was he serious? How could some random online friend promise that?

“@StarlightRider Uh… are you serious? How could you even do that? Do you have, like, connections? 😳”

Jeongin chuckled, typing quickly. “@CaffeineDreamer Let’s just say I have… resources. Consider it motivation. BUT,” he added, the crucial part of his plan clicking into place, “if you don’t get a perfect score… say, 99% or less…”

“@StarlightRider …Yes? What doom awaits me?” Y/N typed back, playing along, though a thrill of possibility was buzzing beneath her skepticism.

“@CaffeineDreamer You have to help me with my final year thesis. Mine’s in Business Strategy, focusing on maximizing visitor experience in large-scale entertainment venues. It’s… daunting. You’re smart, good with words. You’d be a lifesaver. 😇”

Y/N considered it. Helping with a thesis sounded like actual work, unlike the mythical perfect score. But the chance, however slim, of Dreamland… It was ridiculous. It was insane. It was exactly the kind of slightly unhinged proposition that appealed to her sleep-deprived, overworked brain.

“@StarlightRider Deal. You’re on. Prepare to be amazed when I waltz into Dreamland, VIP style. And prepare your thesis notes for my expert (and probably caffeine-fueled) input when I inevitably miss that perfect score by one agonizing point. 🫵🏻”

“@CaffeineDreamer I like your confidence, Noona.😃 Game on.👌🏻”

The bet ignited a new fire in Y/N. She threw herself into studying for Professor Kim’s exam with a fervor previously reserved for finding discounted coffee beans. StarlightRider became her unlikely study buddy, sending encouraging messages, funny memes to break the tension, and even quizzing her via DM on obscure literary theories he’d quickly Googled. Jeongin found himself genuinely invested in her success, even though his plan hinged on her not quite achieving perfection. It was a strange internal conflict – wanting her to win, yet needing her to lose just a little.

The day of the final exam arrived. Y/N walked in feeling surprisingly prepared, StarlightRider’s last message echoing in her mind: “Knock ‘em dead, Noona! Channel your inner literary superhero.”

Weeks later, the results were posted online. Y/N’s heart hammered against her ribs as she logged in, her cursor trembling over the link. She clicked.

Advanced Literary Theory: 99%

A groan escaped her lips, a mixture of profound pride and utter exasperation. Ninety-nine! She’d aced it by any normal standard, one of the highest grades in the class. But it wasn’t the mythical 100%. She’d lost the bet by a single, infuriating percentage point.

She immediately messaged StarlightRider.

“@StarlightRider NINETY-NINE PERCENT. I hate everything. Prepare your thesis, Dongsaeng. My brainpower is now yours to command (begrudgingly).🫠”

Jeongin saw the message and felt a complex wave of emotions: relief that his plan was proceeding, a twinge of guilt, and genuine admiration for how close she’d come.

“@CaffeineDreamer OOF. So close! Honestly, 99% on Kim’s final is legendary. I’m impressed! But… a bet’s a bet. My thesis awaits its new consultant. When can you start?”

And so began Phase Two of Jeongin’s plan. Helping StarlightRider with his thesis required more intensive interaction. They started with shared documents and lengthy email chains, but soon graduated to video calls. The first time Y/N saw StarlightRider – actually saw Jeongin – she was momentarily stunned. He was younger than she’d pictured, with kind eyes, a charming smile, and an aura of quiet intelligence. He looked… familiar, somehow, though she couldn’t place him.

Jeongin, seeing Y/N properly for the first time, felt his breath catch. Her messy bun, the smudge of ink on her cheek, the determined set of her jaw as she squinted at his research notes – she was even more captivating than her witty text persona suggested.

Working together was surprisingly fun. Y/N’s sharp analytical skills and clear writing style were invaluable in untangling Jeongin’s sometimes convoluted business jargon. Jeongin, in turn, was patient, explaining complex concepts and genuinely appreciating her input. Their video calls often stretched late into the night, dissolving from thesis talk into comfortable conversation, shared jokes, and discussions about their hopes and fears for the future.

Jeongin's feelings for Y/N began to resonate more deeply. He wanted to offer her ease and comfort.

He made himself constantly available, responding quickly to her messages, always ready for a call, subtly trying to ease her stressful schedule.

“Don’t worry about what others think.” he said. Seeing her hesitate before offering a particularly bold critique of his work. He encouraged her honesty, valuing her perspective above any preconceived notions.

The thesis work itself became their shared "roller coaster" full of ups (breakthroughs in research) and downs (frustrating dead ends, looming deadlines). Jeongin found himself realizing how much less lonely the process felt with her metaphorical hand to hold.

Their study breaks, often involving virtual snack time where Y/N would describe her instant ramen and Jeongin would show off whatever takeout he’d ordered, felt like sitting on that metaphorical bench eating ice cream together. He once asked her preference, chocolate or vanilla, and when she couldn’t decide, he jokingly held up a tub of half-and-half to the camera, adding, “I’ll buy the mixed flavor with churros” making her laugh.

There were moments of vulnerability too. When Y/N confessed her fear of failing a different class, Jeongin found himself wanting to pull her into a comforting hug, like he could “come into my arm if you’re scared” through the screen. He’d offer reassurance, telling her not to let go, that they’d figure it out.

He hated the deception, the secret identity hanging between them. He saw her occasional sadness, the weight of her responsibilities, and felt a fierce urge to fix it all, to tell her, “Don’t be sad, I’ll do whatever you want.” He was falling for her, hard. The bet, the thesis – it was all just an elaborate excuse to be close to her, to get to know the person behind ‘CaffeineDreamer’. He was becoming “Always be yours” in his heart, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Finally, the thesis was submitted. A strange mix of relief and melancholy settled over them. Their official reason for constant contact was gone.

“Well, Starlight-ssi,” Y/N said during their final thesis-related video call, a tired but genuine smile on her face. “It’s done. You’re welcome for saving your academic career.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Noona,” Jeongin replied, his voice softer than usual. “Seriously. Thank you.” He paused, taking a deep breath. It was time. “Actually… about that bet.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Yeah? What about it? I lost fair and square. Though 99% still stings.”

“You worked incredibly hard,” Jeongin said. “Both on the exam and… on this.” He gestured vaguely, encompassing the virtual space between them. “And I think losing by one percent, especially on Kim’s final, deserves… well, it deserves Dreamland.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait, what? Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying the bet was maybe… slightly rigged in my favor from the start,” Jeongin admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Not your score! That was all you. But the conditions. I… I wanted an excuse to keep talking to you, to work with you.”

Y/N stared, processing his words. “An excuse? Starlight, what are you talking about?”

“Meet me tomorrow,” Jeongin said suddenly, decisively. “Midday. Dreamland Park. In front of the big tree near the entrance. I’ll explain everything. Please?”

Y/N was bewildered, suspicious, but undeniably intrigued. Dreamland? After all this? And why the sudden confession? “The big tree… okay. I’ll be there. But you have a lot of explaining to do, StarlightRider.”

“I know,” Jeongin said softly. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He used her real name, making her jump slightly. He’d never used it before.

The next day, Y/N stood nervously in front of the grand entrance of Dreamland Park, the familiar, slightly faded sign looming above her. Her heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She spotted the big, ancient oak tree just near the turnstiles, a designated meeting spot for decades. And standing there, leaning casually against the trunk, wasn't a stranger, but the young man she knew as StarlightRider. Her thesis collaborator.

He looked different in person, not filtered through a webcam. More confident, perhaps, but also more nervous. He smiled as she approached, a tentative, hopeful expression.

“Hi,” he said, his voice the same familiar tone from their calls.

“Hi,” Y/N replied, crossing her arms. “Okay, Starlight– or whatever your real name is – start talking. What is going on?”

Jeongin took a deep breath. “My name is Yang Jeongin.” He paused, letting the name sink in. It sounded vaguely familiar, maybe from local news? “And… this,” he gestured around them, at the bustling entrance, the distant screams from a roller coaster, the cheerful music piping through hidden speakers, “this is my family’s park.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Your… family? You mean… like, you own Dreamland?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “My grandfather started it. I saw your post that night, about wanting to come here. And I… I don’t know, I wanted to connect. The anonymous account, the bet… it was all just a really convoluted way to get to know you without… well, without this.” He gestured at himself, the implied wealth and connection. “I wanted you to like me, not the grandson of the owner.”

Y/N was speechless, trying to reconcile the friendly, slightly nerdy StarlightRider with Yang Jeongin, heir to the Dreamland empire. The bet, the thesis help… it clicked into place with embarrassing clarity. He hadn’t needed her help; he’d wanted it.

“So… the thesis…?”

“It was real,” Jeongin assured her quickly. “And you genuinely helped, more than you know. But the bet was my way of guaranteeing we’d spend time together, even if you didn’t get that perfect score. Which, by the way, 99% is still incredible.”

He stepped closer, his eyes earnest. “Y/N, working with you, talking to you these past few months… it’s been the best part of my year. You’re brilliant, funny, strong, and you see the world in a way that’s… refreshing. I know this is a lot, and the way I went about it was weird, but…” He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a sleek, laminated card. “This is for you.”

Y/N took it hesitantly. It was a Dreamland pass, but it looked different from the regular ones. It read: Y/N – LIFETIME ALL-ACCESS PASS.

“A lifetime pass?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

Jeongin smiled, relief washing over his features as he saw the anger fading from her expression, replaced by dawning wonder. “Think of it as the ultimate all-day pass, ready whenever you want. You don’t need to wait in line. Consider the park officially open at night everyday just for you, if you wanted. You can come hang out anytime.” He reached out, tentatively touching her arm. “Everything here… it’s been waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you too.”

He gestured towards the park entrance. “Just hold my hand and follow me?”

Y/N looked from the pass to Jeongin’s hopeful face. A slow smile spread across her lips. It was insane. It was a romantic comedy plotline come to life. But looking at Jeongin, the genuine affection in his eyes, she couldn’t find it in herself to be mad. Annoyed, maybe, for a second. But mostly… touched. And incredibly happy.

“Okay, Yang Jeongin,” she said, slipping her hand into his. His fingers laced through hers, warm and secure. “Lead the way.”

They spent the entire day exploring Dreamland. Jeongin was the perfect guide, not as the owner’s grandson, but as someone sharing a place he loved with someone he cared about.

“Shall we go to the Ferris wheel over there?” he asked, pointing towards the towering structure that offered panoramic views.

They braved the most intimidating roller coaster. “How about the roller coaster over there?” Jeongin suggested with a grin. As they plunged down the steep drops and twisted through sharp turns, Y/N screamed with exhilarating terror, clinging to his arm. It was chaotic, thrilling, a physical manifestation of the emotional ups and downs they’d navigated. “Just like the night we stayed up before, it goes up and down,” Jeongin said.

Later, exhausted and laughing, they found a quiet spot. “Shall we sit on a bench and rest? Let’s eat ice cream together,” Jeongin proposed. He returned with two cones. “I remembered you couldn’t decide,” he said, handing her one swirled with chocolate and vanilla. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sweetness of the ice cream mingling with the growing sweetness between them.

He even jokingly suggested the Haunted House. “Shall we go to the Haunted House? You can come into my arm if you’re scared.” Y/N playfully punched his shoulder but kept her hand firmly linked with his. “Just don’t let go of this hand,” she retorted with a grin.

As evening descended, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Jeongin looked at Y/N, her face illuminated by the park’s fairy lights. He saw the lingering traces of her earlier burdens replaced by pure, unadulterated joy. “Don’t be sad again” he murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll do whatever you want. I meant what I said, Y/N. I always be yours.”

He led her towards the Merry-go-round, its whimsical music filling the air. As they chose two brightly painted horses side-by-side, he watched her, captivated. “You look beautiful on the merry-go-round.” he whispered, leaning closer as the ride started its gentle circling. Before she could react, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Y/N blushed, her heart doing flips that rivaled the roller coaster. This place, once an impossible dream, now felt real, magical. “It’s filled with dreams and love,” she murmured, looking around at the lights, the laughter, and then back at Jeongin. “Let’s go to the mysterious world.”

As if on cue, the sky exploded with splendid fireworks, painting dazzling patterns above them. Below, a small, unscheduled procession of costumed characters began moving down the main path – not the grand parade, but something more intimate. Jeongin grinned. “Consider it a wonderful parade just for the two of us.”

He stopped the merry-go-round near the edge, hopping off and offering her his hand. Standing amidst the magic of the park, under the cascade of fireworks, he looked into her eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I know I started this whole thing with a silly bet and a secret. But somewhere along the way, helping with thesis drafts and sharing late-night worries… it became real. I don’t just want to give you access to this place.” He gestured around them again. “I want to be this place for you. The fun, the escape, the comfort, the shoulder to lean on. I’m your amusement park.”

Y/N’s heart swelled. It was the most ridiculously romantic, theme-park-metaphor-laden confession she’d ever heard, and it was perfect. She stood on her toes and kissed him, a real kiss this time, full of promise and the sweet taste of shared ice cream and cotton candy dreams finally realized. The lifetime pass felt heavy and real in her pocket, a tangible symbol not just of access to Dreamland, but of the unexpected, wonderful ride she was embarking on with Yang Jeongin. The gates to her childhood dream had finally opened, and standing there, holding her hand, was the boy who was quickly becoming her favorite attraction.

[gluion]

serene (it’s what i hope for me) ➵ taesan

taesan (han dongmin) x reader

you should’ve known that taesan wouldn’t be the one.

genre/warnings ➵ angst, exes au, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, shift between past and present to represent waves (hence the italics), the chilling realization of your suspicions always being right

word count ➵ 845 words

playlist ➵ california and me by laufey // you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers // oceans & engines by niki

a/n ➵ wrote this way back for eric, reread this drabble and rewatched niki's oceans & engines, and now i'm sobbing on the floor. mainly inspired by “california and me” by laufey. please listen to it! it genuinely resembles the feeling of ocean waves, hence the constant shift between past and present :3 and no, the ocean waves pics have no relation to this fic i just love ghibli aesthetics for the banner. i hope you all like this drabble! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

it’s not summer where you are, but you stand where the season lives; sand in between toes, sea meets the shore. you bask in the sunlight as you look at the expanse of blue while the breeze comes and goes.

it’s serene here, beautiful—but it’s lonely; not a single sight of another person here to appreciate where summer continues to live amidst all seasons.

“i’m sorry.” those are the words that first leave taesan’s mouth once you two arrive at the han river, the first words to confirm your suspicions of tonight.

you hold your breath. “w—what?” 

“i know, i—”

“did i do something wrong?” your glossy eyes shine like stars under the moonlight; you almost hope they’re enough for taesan to take those words back.

“no, no!” he attempts to reassure you but they’re meaningless after what he told you. “it’s not your fault. nothing is your fault.”

seagulls flap their wings, croaking out sounds of their whereabouts, finding their flock they may have been separated from. as you hear a similar sound in the distance, you watch the flock rush off.

the ocean runs to kiss the land every time it has to go, regardless of how long the two are kept away from each other. the deep blue rushes to bathe the pale cream, reassuring they will always return.

and while the beach is heaven on earth, you grow bitter. surrounded by instances of one coming back—choosing to reunite with the other—you wonder if that’ll ever happen to you.

“i—i could call you every night, or morning! maybe i can—”

“y/n, no,” he cuts you off. “we talked about this before, remember? we can’t do long distance, we’ve always hated it.”

your lips tremble. “you don’t even want to try?” 

silence settles between you two.

“i would try to make it work for us, but you wouldn’t?”

a sigh leaves him. his hand reaches to rub his temple. “but it wouldn’t be fair to us.”

your phone rings. you look at it to see your best friend calling, so you answer it, putting it against your ear.

“y/n, i have to tell you something.”

a chuckle leaves you. “i know.”

“huh? but how? he only posted that picture an hour ago,” sungho points out. “do you still follow his instagram?”

you only hum in disagreement.

“did you check his profile again?”

as you look down at your feet that’s consumed by the sand, a sigh leaves you.

“i thought we agreed to not look at his socials anymore! do we need to talk—”

“no, sungho,” you cut him off. “i didn’t look at any of his accounts.”

“then how do you know? you knew exactly what i was referring to. how?”

you close your eyes, letting the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze consume you whole. “i just know.”

you look away from taesan, allowing your eyes to take in the sight of the river stream continuously flow as it reflects the luminescence of korea—city lights and stars all together.

such a beautiful sight but such a shame that it’s been soiled by his words.

“you’re right,” you find yourself saying. “we’ve talked about it before, we could never survive in a long distance relationship.”

you look back at taesan. his go-to smile and the sparks in his eyes—all vanished in one night.

“i just wish we could.”

“i know. i do, too.”

your eyes peel open, greeted by the sight of the serene once more. you wish it could stay like this—tranquil, lasting.

“i hope you’re okay,” sungho says on the other line. “i’m sorry that this is happening.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” it sounds convincing to you but not to your best friend. “i’ll call you later, okay?”

he hums for a moment. “okay, i’m here for you.”

you drop the call. you stare at your home screen for a moment until you decide to open up instagram.

you shouldn’t be doing this, especially after sungho’s reminder, but your best friend's words have cracked the dam that held the water from pouring out.

you type his user like a password, discreetly, one you still know by heart.

in a matter of seconds, you see his profile pop up as a top suggestion. your thumb hovers over it, unsure if you should proceed or save yourself from reality. but you remember that it won’t change anything—nothing will change if you decide to look or not.

so you click on his profile, and your eyes land on the most recent post. from the preview in his profile grid, you already know that you were right. a bitter smile settles on your lips.

you shut your phone close and shove it into your pocket. your eyes land back to the ocean, glossy once more like that one night. it’s still a beautiful sight, but it’s a shame that it’s been soiled by one post.

in the same way the waves come and go, he always goes back to her.

taglist ➵ @onedoornet @kflixnet

[tutanchanup]

@elin-moon had inspired me that it's okay to also share unfinished art. Thank you for that! 👍

So I thought that maybe I can finally post that painting that my profile pic comes from (nah Im kidding it was a selfie all along, this is how I look like, I am Dracula incarnate who discovered Tumblr 😝), since I'm not sure if I'll manage to finish it in this century.

It's an unfinished piece. Actually the first one I've ever done on a digital tablet, so it's been an experiment from the start.

I tried to copy the style of Anthony Van Dyck's "Portrait of a Man in Armour with Red Scarf", merge it with a stock photo of a man in armour in different pose, and on top of it all attemp to paint Vlad's face how I imagined it.

It was quite a challenge, especially given that I had no reference for the face, and the lighting and colour saturation in Baroque paintings is very special, so that was a wild ride, trying to figure out how would this strange light work on a imaginary face! I'm still not sure if I'm satisfied with it or not 😅

Then later I got stuck on how to merge the two pictures of men in armour together, since I liked the lighting in Van Dyck's painting but wanted to use the pose for the arms from the other photo. I found out that maybe I'll have to just make up some parts of the armour and its lighting, and that's when I realised I don't really know how to paint armour and the way the light scatters there without any reference whatsoever, so I postponed the piece until I learn how to do that...

So in the meantime I have been training painting armour, and maybe one day, when I'll understand the physics of how the light scatters there, I'll be able to draw it without reference, just from memory, realistically... And when that day comes, I might return to this piece.

But don't worry, thanks to that I have done some realistic paintings of Vlad in armour which you can await later 😉 (I just love painting this man, so he's became my lab rat when it comes to learning new things to paint 😄) sorry Măria Ta 😅

Also the colour in the Baroque portraits is just crazy... The men regularly look like they're wearing lipstick, the colours are so bright 😅. But it was fun trying to do some other style than my usual one 😄. I'm not sure how well I did, but it was fun anyway 😆

Also this piece was almost lost, since the tablet broke down and I was left with only the image I had saved somewhere, but with no layers. Since it already went though such hardship, I decided to be merciful and maybe let it see the light of the world, even unfinished, because what good will it ever do lying in the depths of my drawer... 😄

Why did I try to paint Vlad, who lived in the 15th century, in the style from the 17th century? I dunno 😆 I just like drawing him, and I liked that Van Dyck's painting 😅.

Anyway, if you like it, enjoy, if you don't, then... don't enjoy? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here's the Anthony Van Dyck's painting:

"Portrait of a Man in Armour with Red Scarf"

[lilythelitten]

“Lily!” I hear you all gasp in shock. “You changed your PFP!”

Indeed I did, and here is the full art! Which I had to shrink slightly to make it look good in my profiles :P

Artist commentary below the cut:

Those of you who have read The Case of 100% Normal Feelings (which is my fic with the most hits—thank you, everybody!) will know I HC Irratino as needing glasses. That is pure headcanon, and also pure projection, on the part of me, who both has curly hair and is nearsighted in real life. I also HC he normally wears contacts, but for this art, I gave him glasses because…I could XD The ponytail was done for similar reasons. It’s kind of incredible how just giving him glasses and a ponytail makes Irratino look like a totally different person!

(By the way—if you see any mention of Irratino wearing glasses in other fanfics? That’s not the fandom sharing a single brain cell. That came from me. That is them taking inspiration from me. I’m so proud *sheds tear*)

I’m still not sure about this one, frankly. I feel like the head’s too big for the body (and that the proportions feel off in general), and the hand was an absolute pain. Partway through the sketch, I wanted to scrap the whole thing and start over ^^; But hey, it’s done, and I’m proud enough of it to make it my new profile pic, at least XD (I also said I wasn’t going to draw the ears next time so I wouldn’t have to draw stars, and then I drew him in a ponytail and forced myself to draw the star. I did that to myself. I am not ashamed to admit I used the symmetry ruler to make it look semi-decent :P)

I think if I had to say, my favorite thing about this drawing are the glasses. They came out beautiful, if I do say so myself 😌 Though drawing the folds in his shawl was also fun. As was getting to glitter up his hair tie ^^ Anyway, that’s all from me, maybe one day I’ll reach the hallowed ranks of “likes looking at her own art” XD

[theroseiswithoutawherefor]

Well, first of all, I have to thank @yridenergyridenergy for selling me the ticket! It was literally the best experience I had throughout the year; I really, really, sincerely appreciate it.

As promised, this is my repo of the gig in Wakayama. To be honest, I’m really a bad recorder as I can only recall the sensation or vibe in general and forget the details every time. Am I the only one?? Anyway, I guess my drawings may not be precise at all and it would be more like a summary of the year.

And this repo will be focusing on Kaoru, Toshiya and Kyo. I’m sorry but I stood on the left in both times.

Kaoru

It’s so strange that I can easily feel my love for him grows with time and what a coincidence! I visited them twice this year and I was right in front of him every time. I always assumed that I would be in front of Toshiya when I checked the hall map in December, but no! It was Kaoru again! It kinda shocked me the time I located my seat and noticed his microphone stand was there, just about 2 meters away.

I think probably it has been known by all of you, the show started with a semi-transparent screen showing some AI-generated footage(sorry, I hate this part). It covered most of the setting but just revealed some shadows. I could only see Kaoru, his side profile, priest-alike gown and silver hair. He looked so focused and indifferent and so good-looking…my hands are still sweating as I recall it now.

That was my first time listening to Rinkaku on-site. I got caught up in emotion when you could easily compare themselves in reality and their sketches in the video. You could see how much they have changed and it also just reminded me a lot of moments, staying at home and staring them on the screen. The real vs the virtual.

Also, at the beginning from the distance, I could only see some sort of marks on his chin that looked pretty much like piercings? It turned out to be his makeup; so brilliant.

Kyo

I didn’t see Kyo that much this time, but I feel he is that kind of vocal that you would fall in love with once you’ve actually seen him in the venue. He looked so nostalgic to me this time, maybe bc of the ghost face makeup or the fact that I have seen him too much this year. I also went to HK for sukekiyo this year.

The gig of sukekiyo was more emotional, floating and spacey (and less aggressive, obviously). Kyo’s dedication was so contagious. Although he looked a little bit nervous at the beginning of the Day1, forgetting the lyrics now and then lol.

It is interesting to see the similarities and differences between Diru and Sukekiyo, like looking at different reflections of the same mirror.  

Btw probably he is the most inspiring Diru member to me I guess. Idk why drawing kyo always begins with a pretty satisfying draft then it becomes a big challenge to my expertise and patience ahhhh. But yeah, I can improve a lot after finishing it. So, kyo, thx? lol

Toshiya

I’m not quite a fan of his white outfit that day(the one worn in the pic of their tweet on 16th Dec). Actually I even failed to recognize him the first, waistcoat and palazzo trouser are ok but definitely not the most stunning look of him. It seems that his style is becoming more gender-neutral this year, with hair dyed brown, pearl jewelries and feminine makeup.

But I still quite enjoyed his performance, his body language was so beautiful (ugh! It’s such a shame that I can’t recreate it)and he was the first one going to the left terrace and saying hi to everyone. Toshiya is always the sweetest person in Diru to me.

I prefer his encore look more and he took off the shirt and threw it to the gift right in front of him

（and a random sketch）

That’s it! I could have drawn more but, sorry I’m a perfectionist, these pics really took me some time, but I may keep going if I have spare time.

And I’m not used to talking so much on the Internet, it is embarrassing somehow.  

The year of 2023 has treated me rly good, I hope it would be the same for all of you and Diru members, see you next year.

[ja3mln]

cw: streamer!jaemin, streamer!y/n, female reader, fluff, crack, a lot (like A LOT) of cursing, twitter language and jokes abt mental illness!!!! slight typos, gaming language (might add more tags later)

summary: y/n is a huge fan of nana's content (and kinda has a big crush on him). she discovered twitch a few years ago and stumbled upon jaemin's channel, finding herself eagerly tuning in to every stream. but the craziest thing about this, is that jaemin made her want to become a streamer herself and inspired her to start her own channel, giving her the confidence and patience she needed to dive into the world of streaming. she secretly hopes that one day jaemin will notice her, perhaps become a regular viewer, and maybe even collaborate with her.

a/n: it's my first sns au ever so im a bit nervous😭 i hope yall like it pls be gentle with me if i make any mistakes or it's not that good 😖feedbacks are super important to me so feel free to put yours in my asks or u can just dm me (be nice pls) ill do my best i promise!! enjoy<3

⚠️ all of the content is pure fiction, none of the screens i'm going to use are real! none of the pics used are mine, cr to owners.

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[stychu-stych]

Hi, sorry if this is weird but I'm saw in your bio that your a tattoo artist but I found your account theough some cult of the lamb art (it looks cool af) and I've been planning to do illustration and animation at unj but I've also been considering a tattoo artist apprenticeship after i finish that msybe? could you possibly tell me what irs like as an apprentice and if you think I could do my courses at uni and then do an apprenticeship after? I've really been struggling considering my choices and if you had any advice or information about being a tattoo artist weather its on an apprenticeship or actually as a career I would really appreciate it if you had any information for me! I'm so sorry if this is weird and of course you dont have to tell me anything if you don't want to or am uncomfortable too but I'm really curious and with no other sources 😭 (also finding your account may just be like my idol and inspiration while I struggle through school and what I do in the future 😭❤️)

That took me a while to answer because I never feel experienced enough to advise people 😭 Or maybe I should say - I don't feel in a position to advise because, as I once said, I'm mostly a self-taught working at home studio (now almost in my own art workshop with my fiancée) and I don't have much experience working in typical tattoo studio and with other tattoo artists. But I'll try my best ✨

There're many differences between apprenticeship in different countries (and tattooing in general) for example - Poland has one of the lowest price list in Europe but still a lot of people can't afford tattoos. Or that in UK being a tattoo apprentice is a long process. I know for sure that a lot of tattoo artists I know struggle with number of clients compared to previous years. And it won't change for a long time for sure because of inflation. So if you want to start tattooing you need to know that you won't earn much money for a year at least (as I said- it might looks different in another countries)

Also as a tattoo artist (even as a apprentice) you still need to take care of your social media which sometimes can be exhausting and depressing. And I'm telling all of this because I know that you probably won't find this kind of information on other tattoo artists' profiles (unfortunately strategy "look how my life is perfect" works for social media and for getting clients)

But on the brighter side - being a tattoo apprentice isn't something you have to dedicate your whole life to it. Lot of people I know have a second job to be financially stable. I myself don't live only from tattooing - I also help my fiancée with our online store (with our fanmerch and original artworks) and go on conventions with our booth. So you always can do multiple things at once and if you'll decide that tattooing isn't for you - nothing is lost!

The best way to know more about tattoo apprenticeship in your area is to check some groups - for example on facebook- dedicated to learning tattooing

I know that this post is sooo long but believe me, I barely touched the topic. I could write an entire essay about that topic djdbdjdh

Have some wolf lady because I like adding pics to posts sjdbsjsb

[cha-melodius]

Oh my goodness, I've just seen your fic festival request post and am excited to sneak in to participate before it closes. I love your writing and your stories so very much!

My prompt suggestion is... firstprince in Edinburgh, Scotland... in particular, the Edinburgh pride parade (if I may be so oddly specific). AU welcome, canon welcome, makeouts welcome, ahem.

Thank you and good luck wrangling everyone's prompts!

(Firstly, I have to say I love your url and your profile pic! Secondly, this is heavier on the Pride and lighter on the Edinburgh as far as the details go, but I hope it delights. Inspired in part by a tweet shared on tumblr; rated M for dick jokes. Happy Bisexual Awareness Week!)

Something To Be Proud Of

(firstprince, 3.3k, M; read it below or on AO3) read all the fandom fest fics

Henry stares at the carbon copy of the email in his inbox and wills time to go backwards. Just a few minutes, that’s all he needs. Enough time to go back and keep autocorrect from transforming whatever he’d typed after ‘he’ in his pronouns after his name into… that.

Thank you so much for all your help. Together we can make this a truly exceptional Edinburgh Pride. Regards, Henry Fox (he/hung Sent from Outlook for iOS.

How had he not seen it before he hit send on an email going out to every volunteer on their mailing list? How had he not noticed?

Maybe no one else would notice either. No one looks at email signatures that closely, right?

~~~~~

Ok, he’s not delusional enough to think that no one noticed. He had, however, naively believed that everyone would recognise it for what it was and politely ignore his gaff. He gets away scot free for a few days, and then, at the end of an email sent by a volunteer that is mostly as expected, he sees:

Best, Alex (he/him) PS: not sure I did the pronouns right. Does ‘Pride’ over here include being proud of your big dick?

It’s a damned good thing that he wasn’t taking a sip of his tea at the time, or he might be wearing it instead. Once he’s finished choking on nothing and perhaps isn’t quite the colour of a tomato (oh, who is he kidding, of course he still is), Henry professionally answers Alex’s questions about the schedule for the day of the march. He pauses before the sign off, wondering if he should acknowledge the flub or pretend it never happened. In the end, he writes:

Regards, Henry (he/him) PS: Your pronouns look correct to me, but they are, of course, your choice.

He only checks the email about ten times before he sends it. Hopefully, that should be the end of it.

~~~~~

It’s not.

Apparently, Alex has more questions. Apparently the law firm he works for is one of this year’s sponsors and is interested in potentially running a free legal clinic associated with the festival. A noble endeavour, which Henry is only too happy to assist with. He makes a mental note to look into logistics with Kate, the event’s chair, and continues reading. Finding out that Alex is apparently mature enough to be a lawyer lulls him into a false sense of security, though. At the tail of the email, he finds:

PS: regardless of the size of your dick, I’m impressed by the balls it takes to not acknowledge the typo. Then again, maybe it wasn’t? PPS: I’m trying out new pronouns. How do you think (daddy/sir) would go over?

Henry does spit his tea all over his phone this time.

He doesn’t email Alex back right away, but that’s because he has to wait to hear back from Kate. It has nothing to do with the fact that the prospect of dragging this interaction out longer is both horrifying and vaguely thrilling. Henry has noticed that he uses Americanised spellings in his text, which seems to fit with his general demeanour. It piques Henry’s curiosity, even though the thought of actually having to face Alex in person still makes him flush automatically. Eventually he gets an email from Kate that includes additional questions for the firm, as well as telling him that he can pass it off to someone in sponsor coordination. He is, after all, just the volunteer coordinator for the march. This need not involve him.

He still emails Alex back with the questions. And:

PS: Although I support your creativity, I am concerned those pronouns may not be appreciated in a professional setting such as, for instance, a court of law. Just a thought. However, I do suspect they might be rather popular at Pride.

~~~~~

They keep on exchanging emails, even though Henry should have sent Alex’s contact info to sponsor coordination ages ago, even though it becomes clear that Alex is not the one who will be ultimately responsible for the clinic either. On every one, there is a postscript in which Alex makes some kind of joke about the size of Henry’s dick.

do you have to get all your pants specially made with extra room in the crotch

do you have to check your dick as luggage when you fly

have you ever used it as a tripod

is your dick in another time zone

do you call your dick Sir Richard because it’s that prominent

In turn, Henry responds as dryly as possible, which only seems to encourage him. Oddly for someone who is volunteering at the event, Alex seems to have a lot of questions about Pride itself, as though this is the first one he’s attending on any continent. They exchange emails almost right up to the day of the march itself, but if they do taper off, Henry is too busy to notice. Coordinating volunteers for something as big as Edinburgh Pride is intense, and the days tick by before he even knows it.

He’s standing off to the side at the volunteer check-in tent on the morning of the march, going over some last minute logistics with one of his staff, when a voice carries over the hubbub, deep and rich with an out-of-place American accent.

“Sorry, but I was hoping… is Henry here?”

Henry straightens up and turns toward the voice only to find perhaps the most stunning man he’s ever seen standing at the front table. Dark, curly hair, a sharp jaw, big brown eyes with the longest eyelashes Henry has ever seen— he’s actually impossibly beautiful. Unbelievable, really. As is the fact that he’s asking for Henry.

“Hello,” Henry says as he walks over to the front. “How can I help you?”

The man’s eyes snap over to him, and he very clearly looks Henry up and down and swears, “Jesus fuck,” under his breath. Then his eyes come back up to Henry’s face, and he swallows. “You’re not Scottish.”

Henry cocks an eyebrow at him. “Neither are you.”

“Yeah, sorry. I just— need to adjust what you sound like in my head,” he says nonsensically. “I’m Alex?”

Oh.

Oh, Christ.

Henry should have known, because how many other Americans could there be volunteering at Edinburgh Pride? That reality does nothing to help him cope with the situation presented before him, though, in which this is the man who’s been teasing him about the size of his dick for the last month.

“I, uh,” he says eloquently as he tries to pull himself together. There are far too many people standing around watching this exchange. “Hello. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Did your firm get everything sorted with the clinic?”

“Oh,” Alex says, blinking. “Yeah, thanks. Look, I’m sure you’re busy, but I have something for you?”

It kind of comes out as a question, and he’s scratching the back of his head uncertainly, so even though Henry has no idea what’s coming, he nods. Then Alex reaches into his pocket, fishes out something small and round, and places it on the table between them.

It’s a button. A pronoun button, not unlike the one Henry’s already wearing, but instead it reads: he/hung.

Henry’s eyes snap up to find Alex grinning at him with the kind of mischief that Henry honestly should have expected from him sparkling in his eye. “Wanted to make sure you were prepared,” he says with a little one-shouldered shrug. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

Then he takes his volunteer t-shirt and saunters off—and Christ those jeans are ridiculously tight and doing everything for his arse—leaving Henry gawping after him. A moment later, one of his regular volunteers, Robin, bustles by, catches sight of the button, and lets out a sound that can only be described as a cackle.

“My god, it’s perfect,” they say. “Did he really make this for you?”

Henry can only sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “It appears so. Robin, can you do me a favour?”

“Make sure you’re working the same stations all day?” they surmise. Henry doesn’t need to look to imagine the knowing grin on their face.

Henry wants to say no. Just because Henry’s already managed to combine the affection engendered by their previous email conversations with Alex’s stunning good looks into a powerfully intoxicating cocktail of a crush—well, that’s on Henry and his poor decision-making.

Instead, he says: “Yes, exactly that.”

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Alex had only signed up to volunteer at Pride on a whim. He’s always complaining that he doesn’t know anyone in Edinburgh outside of his coworkers, and one such coworker—someone that he could safely call a friend—suggested that getting involved in the festival would be a good way to meet people. Alex had tried to explain that he wasn’t actually queer, but she’d just given him an odd look and told him that allies were welcome at Pride too. It had felt a little weird signing up despite her assurances, but also kind of good. He was finally going get out there and have a life beyond his job.

He certainly hadn’t expected to strike up a prolonged email exchange with the volunteer coordinator, Henry. He also doesn’t really know why he kept finding excuses to send him new messages, except for Henry’s responses to Alex’s stupid jokes made Alex imagine him rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh, which only egged Alex on further. It was fun. That’s all.

Nothing about any of this made him prepared to show up to the volunteer check-in tent  today and be plunged directly into a sexuality crisis. But that seems to be exactly what’s currently happening now that he’s been confronted by quite possibly the hottest man he’s ever seen. Alex doesn’t even get it because it’s not like he hasn’t been able to objectively appreciate attractive men before, and blond hair and blue eyes have historically never really done it for him. Even if they are combined with swooping cheekbones, and broad shoulders, and obscenely full, pink lips.

All he knows is that as much as this doesn’t make sense, it also suddenly does. Why he’d felt drawn to sign up in the first place. Why he spent the last month reading about the history of Pride in Edinburgh and around the world. Why he’d gone on a deep dive doing research about different sexualities, brushing it off as wanting to be informed before meeting new people.

Why he was so obsessed with Henry’s dick.

Jesus fuck.

He thinks he manages to hold a short conversation. Somehow he even gives Henry the custom button he brought as a joke, smiling the whole time like he’s not moment’s away from dropping to his knees. He flees the table safe in the knowledge that Henry will likely be too busy coordinating stuff all day and Alex probably won’t see him again. That confidence is shattered when, not even an hour later, Henry shows up at the station Alex is supposed to be working. He’s even wearing the joke button, under his regular pronoun button and next to a little rainbow flag pin. Alex is going to die.

“Oh hey,” Alex says in a reasonable facsimile of nonchalance. “Did you need me for something?”

“Not exactly,” Henry replies. “I’ll be working this station too.”

Yeah, Alex is definitely not going to make it through the day.

~~~~~

It actually turns out to be not as bad as he feared, despite how Henry’s volunteer t-shirt is probably a size too small (never mind that in the context of everyone else at Pride he looks downright conservative) and Alex keeps getting caught staring at his shoulders or his back or his waist. Henry keeps on giving him weird looks at the beginning, probably because he’s expecting Alex to be cracking crude jokes. Too bad Alex is way too wound up in his own head to think of anything at all.

They’re pretty busy all day, but they do get a chance to chat occasionally, mostly small talk stuff about jobs and how they both ended up in Edinburgh. Henry is there for grad school, apparently, and has been volunteering for Pride since he moved out from under his grandmother’s restrictive shadow. In turn, Alex tells him about applying for the law job on a whim, desperate to set himself apart from his parents, and how much he likes Edinburgh (despite the weather). As the day stretches on and the streets fill up, Alex feels himself relaxing into his skin again, undeniably enjoying the festivities as well as Henry’s company.

See, the other thing he never, ever expected is how good it feels to be here. All the people around him loudly comfortable in themselves, and the color and glitter and celebration— it’s amazing, but it’s not just that he’s watching other people be happy. There’s a kind of ecstatic joy that bubbles up inside him at the fact that he’s part of it, one that he feels down to his bones. A sense of belonging that he’s never really experienced before, and that, more than anything else, makes him more certain of his newfound revelation.

Straight people probably don’t feel like this at Pride.

At the end of the day, he’s helping pack up the main volunteer tent when he comes across a table full of pins depicting different pride flags. He dimly remembers seeing them when he’d checked in and thinking that none of them applied to him. Now, he stares down at them and bites his lower lip uncertainly.

“There’s a box for those under the table,” Henry tells him from across the tent, misinterpreting his hesitation.

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Alex says, and Henry’s already turning back to whatever he’s doing when he manages to continue, “Hey, can I— um, can I take one of these?”

Henry stops, his brow creasing as he tips his head slightly. “Of course. That’s what they’re there for.”

“Right, thanks,” Alex says with a tight smile.

He puts his hand out, hesitates, then picks up one with pink, purple, and blue stripes. Stares down at it for another moment before he realizes he’s probably being weird and he’s pretty sure Henry is still watching him. He swallows hard, then pins it to his shirt next to his pronoun button.

No one jumps out to call him out for being an impostor. Henry offers him a careful smile, then turns back to his work like he knows Alex needs a moment to himself. He lets his fingers rub over the surface of the pin, feeling the little enamel ridges, and something settles under his skin, like an itch he hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone.

He feels almost normal by the time Henry walks up to him once they’re finished and everything is packed away in someone’s car.

“Thanks so much for your help today,” Henry says. 

“It was my pleasure,” Alex replies, and means it more than he can say. “I’m really glad I decided to sign up.”

“I realize you may very well be tired of my face at this point, but if you don’t already have plans, I was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink?”

Alex would like to make a joke about how it might be literally impossible to get tired of Henry’s face, but at this point he’d probably fuck up and confess his undying love for a guy he just met. “Sounds great,” he says instead, looking around at where a few of the other volunteers are lingering nearby. “Do y’all usually all go out together afterward?”

Henry coughs slightly and glances down at the ground for a few seconds as his cheeks turn faintly pink. “Well yes, a group of them usually do. But I was actually asking if you wanted to go out with me,” he says. “Just the two of us.”

“Oh,” Alex breathes as his stomach decides to do a backflip. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Spending all day volunteering with Henry was fun. Going on a date with Henry, being the sole focus of his attention, is intoxicating. Alex feels like he could sit here all night listening to Henry talk about his research on queer history, although that’s far from the only thing they talk about. As the night wears on and the pub slowly empties, Alex is buzzing with a few drinks and the euphoria of really clicking with someone, already wondering when would be too soon to ask Henry out again.

Henry shifts slightly so his legs press against Alex’s where they’re tangled together under the table—have been for several hours, actually. He’s playing with the stirrer in his empty glass, and a little teasing smirk sneaks onto his lips as he looks up at Alex.

“So you made me a custom pronoun button but forgot your own?”

“Ah, you know,” Alex replies with a shit-eating grin and a one-shouldered shrug, “thought it would be too distracting, what with how everyone would be hitting on me all day.”

Henry hums thoughtfully, biting back a wider smile. “If you wanted to avoid that, you probably should have chosen some looser trousers.”

“That’s fair. I suppose you had to go for the room in yours.” Alex pauses a beat. “You know, on account of the size of your dick.”

That makes Henry actually laugh and shake his head fondly. “I was waiting all day for that.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Alex says, chuckling along with him. It does feel like he owes Henry something of an explanation of why he was so weird all day. He looks down and licks his lips. “Can I confess something?”

“Of course,” Henry answers with a small, encouraging smile.

“A friend of mine suggested I volunteer for this because I wanted to meet people. Make new friends. But until today I actually thought I was… mostly straight?” Alex admits, trying not to wince as he stares fixedly into his empty glass. “Being part of this made me realize why I always felt a little like I wasn’t my whole self. So I was… kind of going through it a bit today.” He pauses, then adds, “Also you’re so ridiculously fucking hot that you kind of melted my brain.”

Henry laughs again, but it’s softer this time. Gentle. Alex kind of wants to sink into the sound. Henry’s cheeks are slightly pink as he extends a hand across the table, and Alex doesn’t hesitate before he slides his hand into Henry’s and links their fingers together.

“I’m glad to hear that, Alex,” Henry says. “I mean, the feeling like your whole self part. Not the brain melting part,” he adds, and Alex can’t help but laugh with him.

Henry doesn’t let go of his hand as they walk outside, and once they’re alone on the sidewalk he uses it to pull Alex close. He puts a hand on Alex’s hip and Alex has to tip his head up to look at him, and it’s a lot but he’s also pretty sure he’s never wanted anything more than to feel Henry’s lips pressed against his.

“I have a confession too,” Henry murmurs as he stares down into Alex’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the very first moment I saw you.”

Alex lets one corner of his mouth tug upwards. “What’s stopping you, baby?”

“Christ, Alex,” Henry breathes, looking momentarily overwhelmed, but then he’s pressing his lips to Alex’s, and Alex feels his blood sing. It’s brief and chaste and leaves him aching for more, but then Henry looks down at him with heavy lidded eyes and asks, “Given your recent personal revelations, would it be terribly forward of me to ask you back to my place?”

“Ask away, sweetheart,” Alex replies, then he reaches up to touch the side of the ridiculous he/hung button that Henry is still wearing for some reason. “I wanna find out how accurate this button is.”

(It doesn’t take long for him to find out that the answer is: extremely.)