#we DM'd a little!!!

[ellistruggle]

yall Thomas gave me a shoutout on Instagram and i fear this is my peak

[icantalk710]

Looong day of catching up on emails and work to set myself up to be (mostly) on vacation as of xmas 😩☕😵‍💫

[inkskinned]

okay i almost never address the very small amount of internet fame i have. and sometimes yes it sucks. people often repost my work, or clip it out of context, or flat-out steal it. but like it can be very funny. once a follower dm'd me to say a guy on hinge was pretending to be "inkskinned", and actually had even started his own insta. when she said "i've followed her for years i don't think you're her", he said - actually r.i.d is like seven people, we just made those initials up. (rude). when i found his insta and messaged him, he begged me to just lie and say he was r.i.d because "it's hard for men to date."

once someone said she should be allowed to plagiarize my work because she was a body-positive influencer and that if i "made a big deal" about this and "got her cancelled", i would be doing damage to my own community and i was never "actually" an ally.

i bear these things with the aura of a martyr, the way my catholic father raised me to. i message privately. i handle things quietly and quickly. i do not complain because i am very, very, very, very blessed and i know that. mercy and gentleness literally pour out of me every morning when i wake up, and then i have to mop the floors for how very Good i am.

however today is the first time i have ever had a very specific problem that neither requires me to correct this person nor throw them to the dogs but is somehow worse than years of hatemail, reddit thread death threats, and pinterest reposts:

someone quoted me and just got it, like, a little wrong.

[crimeboys]

my first experience with dsmp was with someone on twitter who dm'd me bc i had a will graham pfp and asked me if i could say something nice to them bc they were going through a hard time and it would be nice to hear something nice from will graham so i obliged and then they started messaging me more and i learned they were a schlannie (had no clue what that was at the time) who would defend schlatt with their life (my first taste of problematic cc discourse) and they messaged me like every day increasingly but far too quickly personal and finally i blocked them bc we were just having a casual convo about the end of hannibal and then they told me they were going to go masturbate to the scene. and i'd known them literally a week. so that was a little much for me. so all this to say ya'll are so lucky that person did not sour the dsmp for me forever.

[hkthatgffan]

Kiki-Kit Situation Update

Bit of an update to this post from the other week.

Details are all in that post but as a refresher, Kiki-Kit, one of the Gravity Falls fandom's better known/longtime artists, had been taking commissions from multiple people and despite everyone paying her in full, she had yet to fulfill their comms with some waiting up to 5 years with no update. And what made it especially troubling was that she had not communicated with anyone and even blocked one person who had tried to talk about it.

I also had gotten a commission from her in February and have been waiting on it since without her responding at all to me after saying my payment went through. Well, since then we have at least one little update about this...

@foxieskullz tweeted that she has since gotten a refund from Kiki-Kit. She also sent me proof of the refund and Kiki saying she'd pay her back.

This is of course great as Foxie had been of course, waiting since 2019 for her comm that Kiki had practically ghosted her over. It is like she said, disappointing it had to end up happening this way but at least now she has gotten her money back and hopefully in some way, through word finally spreading about all this, able to put it behind and move on from this mess, albeit with perceptions of Kiki greatly changed for the worse.

Of course, this does not mean everything is all good. Kiki has not yet gotten back to me or anyone else about our commissions. I've not heard a single thing publicly or privately from Kiki about this. Neither has anyone else I mentioned in the original post and of course, people like Jolliejackdaw, who Kiki blocked, are still waiting for a response...

Not only that, but the original post I made also has led to more people coming out and mentioning their own situations with Kiki and her not fulfilling their commissions.

So, while it is good to see Kiki-Kit actually working to respond to and refund someone, it's still just the tip of the iceberg. There are many, MANY more people who are waiting for an update.

And like I said in the original post, this isn't a hit job on an artist because she's not finished a commission. This is about lack of communication or transparency from her about why she has not responded to our messages and won't listen when we've had enough and just want a refund. Kiki-Kit could have easily handled this all privately by just being better at communicating with her clients. We're all understanding and patient and would more than have been okay with waiting however long for our comms if she had let us know that properly beforehand (and yes, she did that in June but also said she'd have comms finished soon and didn't deliver then either and also never followed up with an update or even responded to anyone who DM'd her including me). Even a simple, hello would have been okay instead of all this ghosting.

I do hope she does right these wrongs. I honestly do not believe Kiki is a bad person or trying to scam people. It would be truly vile and heartbreaking if that really was the case. But you can't say she hasn't left that perception of herself on so many of us, myself included. I do believe she can still resolve all of this if she just communicates better. Make a post saying you're gonna give people who commissioned you a chance to message you (and you actually responding to them this time) and let you know if they wanna continue with it or get a refund and then commit to either giving those people a refund or fulfilling what you were paid for!

I wanna thank also everyone who shared and spread the word on the original post. Even on my end, making a post like that was difficult to do to say the least. Calling out people, especially someone as major and long time in the fandom who I respected like Kiki is not something I wanna do, ever wanted to or thought I would do. But hearing all the stories from so many people who like me, have been waiting for an update from her and haven't gotten any, really made me realize enough was enough and someone had to make this issue known to a greater set of eyes. I don't like using my platform for stuff like this but this was something that had reached a point where it was no longer showing results through the proper channels of communication Kiki had set up. If you're not gonna respond to DM's, emails and tweets from people who have paid you and you have yet to fulfill their work or even give them an update when they want you to and given you ample time to do so, then you leave us with no choice other than to go this way.

I hope you do see this, @kiki-kit. Please get in touch with us who you have taken on a commission from and please just talk to us. Please give us a chance to either get a refund or give us a solid timeline on when our commissions will be done. No one will hate you if you need to take time to finish it. But just please, stop ghosting us and actually reply to your customers when they email or DM you for an update or at most, give a reason why it may take longer. That's all.

Sincerely again,

Every person who has paid you for a commission and still has yet to hear back from you and every Gravity Falls fan who your work inspired and hopes that you make things right

[scoobydoodean]

How bout that classism-to-incest pipeline, eh? I've been thinking about it all day since you brought it up. It's really quite scrumptious when it's applied to villains, but a bit sad when people misread its implications. (I will always appreciate Adam for his bucking of expectations where this is concerned, though! We love a little guy who sees through it all!)-shal

(Context being: Shal has mentioned a few times that assertions of or "jokes" about incest often have a damaging classist bent (and this gets its hooks into SPN fandom through certain avenues sometimes). I could already see where Shal was coming from in general terms, but the other day I was slapped in the face with it when I stumbled across a post overtly associating Dean and John with "trash" and "trailer parks" (with obvious disdain) calling it a "comorbidity" for an alleged sexual relationship between them. Suffice to say it was sickeningly ignorant and I was gobsmacked by how overtly and unapologetically classist it was and DM'd Shal about it.)

But YES. Zachariah in 5.18. You put this so well already. Angels vs humans tend to represent upper vs lower class in everything down to the angels typical business professional attire (notable exceptions being Alfie and Gadreel which might even be part of why Dean trusts both of them almost instantly). It's common in Supernatural for immortals to blame Sam and Dean for everything wrong with the world when the cosmic beings are the ones actually at fault, which also resembles real life blaming of the poor for society's ills and the economy. This reversal of blame for the state of the world occurs also in the same scene where Zachariah uses accusations of incest to try and alienate Adam from his brothers.

Trust me, kid, when the heat gets hot, they're not gonna give a flying crap about you. Hell, they'd rather save each other's sweet bacon than save the planet.

"They'd rather save each other's sweet bacon than save the planet" is an accusation based on Sam and Dean's refusal to act as vessels... when the angels are the only reason the planet needs saving in the first place and if they simply stopped doing an apocalypse the apocalypse would not be happening.

I also have to mention Zachariah's use of the term "codependent" based on a post I wrote almost a year ago. The term has a sexist history, having been used as early as the 1940s to describe women """"enabling"""" their alcoholic husbands. I think it's easy to connect dots to classism there as well. Codependency and accusations of incest serve as a way of separating our blue collar associated heroes—trying to alienate and shame them for their reliance on community... all because the group is stronger together than apart and their enemies know that.

[stop-talking]

Breakdown of the @joshsbimbo controversy.

@mike-schmidtten already made a detailed list of every reason why people are upset with you, "lamb", but I'm going to quickly go over it all anyways because you obviously didn't get the memo.

Extreme trigger warning for this entire post, I'm going to be talking about rape, SA, assault, violence, abuse, incest, stepcest, pedophilia, substance abuse, and probably a lot more.

First of all, you tagged this fic where Mike literally rapes the reader as "cnc". That is not correct.

I mean, if we look at the definition of CNC, it says "this type of scene does not encourage ACTUAL rape. All proper scenes are done after much negotiation between of-age, consenting adults."

But I don't need to explain that to you, do I? You know what CNC is. You said yourself MONTHS ago that you tagged your fic incorrectly and NEVER went back and fixed it.

Mike's next point was that you make it impossible for people to "steer away" from their triggers when you don't tag your posts properly.

And as an example he used this post of straight up incest porn between Mike and his little sister. All completely out in the open, tagged under "#mike schmidt" and "#mike schmidt x reader" for all to see.

He followed it up this this. A plea for you to, at the bare minimum, tag the major triggers in your posts and hide it under a "read more" section.

Let's take a look at how you responded to that very reasonable request.

Oh. You DM'd him the word poop and blocked him.

Instead of reblogging to respond, you actually deleted your origional post so your followers couldn't see the criticism of you as easily. I wonder why? You made your stance clear, though. "I should have put more warnings on my work, but it doesn't matter anyways because it's all fictional." But then, immediately after, you started relogging an account that makes photoshopped foot fetish content of male celebrities for some reason...?

(I censored the feet myself because its just weird) Oh, and weird AI pictures of him, too.

There were worse ones, but I didn't screenshot everything, and you deleted these posts just a few hours after reblogging.

You followed it all up with this now-deleted post about how you wish you could make your notes private. Again, I wonder why? If it really is OKAY to sexualize incest, rape, and abuse just because it's fictional, why would people be scared to support you? Why is no one willing to publicly like your posts, or speak out in your favor? Even some of your biggest supporters (@leah-hutcherson @teenagedreamsss @cuteskunkz @renaissancebewbies) who continue to like (some) of your posts, still haven't come to your defense. If writing about fictional rape, abuse, and incest really and truly wasn't harmful, why would you need to hide?

Once other people started catching wind of what was going on, you responded in some... interesting ways. Like here, in response to this ask (from a person who is a minor BTW). You switched up your story from "I should have tagged my work better" to "everyone hates me now because I forgot to put warnings on ONE story" (which was just blatantly false, as you had been posting other triggering things at the time with no warnings whatsoever.)

It was absolutely ridiculous of you to claim you put warnings on your work when I could scroll down two posts (back before you deleted this) and see a post about Mike beating his kid.

Like... please show me where exactly the warning is?

Then, when this person, (another MINOR, btw!!) posted after reading Mike's breakdown of your behavior, your responded by DMing them a slur.

I don't even know what to say to that. A minor. A slur.

But as much as you like to INSIST your work isn't for minors, you sure seem to interact with them a lot.

This person who reblogged your masterlist? They're a minor.

^^ You can't say you don't want minors to read your work without actually taking all precautions possible to prevent them from seeing it. (Tagging your content, blocking ageless accounts, NOT REBLOGGING MINORS!!!)

Yes. This person is also a minor. Which makes, what, the 4th minor you've interacted with in the past few days? At least from what I can tell.

They also hate you btw so I don't even know why you reblogged them.

FINALLY, this user commented under one of your posts in an attempt to get you to AT LEAST tag your posts correctly if you're going to write triggering shit. (Which was the same think Mike asked you to do, if you remember, but he got "poop" and reblogs of foot fetish posts as a response.)

But then it looked like you either blocked them or removed their comment, so they tried again.

You ignored this message, then apparently posted this?

So they tried again (being much nicer that I would have)

And you finally responded (and still got blocked anyways because your posts are DISTURBING and GROSS)

I doubted you'd actually fix your page, because again, you ignored the same request when Mike asked, and in the past admitted you tagged your fics wrong but just never bothered to change it.

But surprise surprise, you actually went through with it and added trigger warnings to your content.

Though, I'm still not sure "non-serious" is an appropriate tag for a post where mike beats you to death...??

Look. I appreciate that you're at least TRYING now, but it was a fucking FIGHT to get you to do the bare minimum. What I, and apparently 84% of people actually want you to do is delete your account.

(This is from @mike-schmidtten's breakdown post from a couple days ago)

I know you want to PRETEND that just because something is a work of fiction, it doesn't have negative real-world effects, but that's just not the truth.

A lot of people were hurt when you posted things without trigger warnings.

And even now, as you continue to post fetish content for rape, incest, and abuse, people are still being hurt. MINORS are still being hurt.

Yes, obviously, if you post something on the internet, you can't completely 100% control who sees it. But you don't even seem to TRY.

(Dming minors slurs, letting minors reblog your masterlist, letting ageless accounts interact with you, reblogging minors, answering asks from minors, etc)

People, minors, CHILDREN, are raped and abused by those closest to them every day. It's disgusting and horrifying to think about, but it's the world we live in.

You aren't "helping people cope" by writing these stories. You're normalizing abuse. And allowing the most vulnerable people to read it.

You're taking actual things that have happened to real people, and sexualizing it for others to get off to. It's immoral, disturbing, and disgusting.

To my followers, if any of you support this kind of content, you are NOT welcome on my page. Please unfollow or block me and go seek help.

And to you, lamb, I hope you come to your senses and either delete all of your rape & incest fetish content or delete your account entirely.

At the end of the day, you KNOW you're in the wrong. Or at least some small part of you does, or you wouldn't have been afraid to reblog Mike's post and respond defending yourself directly. And you wouldn't be afraid to reblog mine either, which you undoubtedly will.

I know you used to follow me, so maybe you'll take this all to heart. But probably not.

I won't block you. (for the next few days, at least). I'll be here if you want to try and have a civil discussion. But just know I will NEVER agree with the sexualization & glorification of violence and abuse.

[kayewrite]

Stack of Books

(blue sticky note ending #1)

han jisung x reader x ot8!! han x reader!!! word count: 3.2k

Blue note alternative ending 1 wherein; you choose han jisung. the friend you hide your feelings for a long time.

an: i made han first because aside from i love his character here, a lot dm'd me to do him first. and i hope you liked it because i put my emotions doing this.

an2: im tagging random people im sorry. if you want to be tagged, don't be afraid to tell me

part 1 and part 2 first

Han Jisung is a friend.

That's what you always told yourself whenever you looked at him and felt the butterflies rumbling in your stomach. But when did those feelings start?

It began the day he sang a song just for you.

You always thought of Han as studious, always with his nose in his stack of books, glasses perched on his nose. Whenever exams loomed, you'd choose him as your study partner, knowing his dedication would motivate you to work harder too. He was the perfect study buddy—focused, reliable, always encouraging you when you felt overwhelmed.

You knew he loved to sing; he often harmonized with Chan, his voice effortlessly slipping into the role of a vocalist whenever they worked on a track together. But seeing him holding a guitar, carefully tuning it, that was something new. Something that stirred a different feeling in you.

When he started singing, that’s when it happened—the spark that set everything else in motion. You were in middle school then, and though you were too young to fully understand it, you knew something had shifted inside you.

From that moment on, you hid your feelings. You were terrified that the bond you'd built would change, that Han would notice the way you lingered a little too long when your eyes met. Besides, it didn’t seem like he was ready for anything more than friendship.

When you first met him, he was crying, heartbroken. That image stuck with you, the way his eyes were red and puffy, the way his voice cracked as he tried to explain what had happened. It made you think, Han must have trauma with love. So you buried your feelings even deeper, where he wouldn’t find them.

As the years passed, you both entered college. Han was as hardworking as ever, never sticking to just one job, always pushing himself to do more. He was always busy, always moving. And that, too, kept your feelings locked away.

But then, when you found out he liked you, it felt surreal. How could this be happening? And when you realized it wasn’t just him… that others had feelings for you too, the weight of it all came crashing down. You felt miserable, confused. How did it all come to this?

You cried in your room, your mind swirling with questions and doubts. You didn’t want to choose anyone because you were terrified it would break the friendships you’d worked so hard to build. But deep down, you knew the real reason—there was someone already in your heart, and the thought of choosing him terrified you.

Love is hard, Han had once said to you, and now, more than ever, you understood what he meant.

You’d always been in love with your friend, Han Jisung. And when you received that blue note, a part of you desperately wanted to believe it was from him. But when the truth came out—that everyone had feelings for you—your instinct was to bury your love even deeper, where it couldn’t hurt anyone.

A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. You opened it, and there he was—Han, standing in the dim light of the hallway.

Without a word, you collapsed into his arms, letting the tears you’d held back for so long finally flow. All the emotions you’d kept bottled up spilled out as you clung to him, needing the comfort of his presence.

“I’m so sorry,” Han whispered, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. We didn’t mean to make you feel this way. Chan talked to us… he told us everything.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes, even in the dark, were shining with a sadness that mirrored your own.

“It’s not your fault,” you said softly, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “I just… I never expected things to turn out like this.”

Han’s gaze dropped to the floor, his expression pained. “I should have kept it to myself. None of this would have happened if I had just—”

“Don’t say that,” you interrupted, your voice firmer now. “It’s not your fault.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air. Then, as the silence grew heavier, you spoke, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I liked you, Han. I’ve always liked you.”

The confession slipped out, and you immediately regretted it, your heart pounding in your chest. Han’s eyes widened, surprise and something else—something unreadable—flickering across his face.

“You… you liked me?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, looking away, your cheeks burning. “I'm sorry. I can't help but…to say it."

But instead of pulling away, Han took a step closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And then, when I found out about everyone else… I thought it would be better to just keep it to myself.”

Han’s grip on your chin softened, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “I wish you’d told me,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “I wish I’d known.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Then, almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, Han leaned in closer, his face inches from yours.

But just before your lips could touch, you turned your head away, breaking the moment. “I can’t, Han,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He froze, his breath hitching as he realized what you meant. “I… I understand,” he said, pulling back slightly, though the hurt in his eyes was clear. “But why? Why are you so scared? Is it because you’re afraid of hurting others?”

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to lose anyone. I don’t want to break the friendships we’ve built.”

Han was silent for a moment, then he gently took your hand in his. “Why don’t you just choose yourself?” he asked quietly. “Choose what you want. Listen to your heart, not what you think others want.”

His words hit you like a wave, the simplicity and truth of them sinking in. Slowly, you turned back to him, and as your eyes met, you saw something in his gaze that gave you the courage to lean in this time.

--

Monday arrived with a heaviness in your chest that you couldn't quite shake. You walked into school, trying to appear normal, but the weight of everything that had happened over the weekend lingered in your mind. As you entered the classroom and took your seat, you could feel the eyes of Changbin and Seungmin on you, their concern palpable even without words.

You glanced up and forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to ease their worries. Changbin returned the smile, though you could see the tension in his expression soften slightly.

The day dragged on, with every minute feeling like an hour. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the events that had turned your world upside down.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you began to pack your things, your movements slow and deliberate. You were lost in thought when Changbin suddenly appeared beside you, his presence breaking through your reverie. Without a word, he reached out and gently took hold of your wrist.

“Let’s talk,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

Before you could respond, he was already guiding you out of the classroom, his grip on your wrist both comforting and insistent. You glanced back at Seungmin, who was watching the two of you with an unreadable expression. He didn’t say anything, just gave you a slight nod, as if to give his silent approval for whatever conversation was about to unfold.

Changbin led you to an empty room, far from the prying eyes of your classmates. The door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing the two of you in a bubble of tense silence. He let go of your wrist slowly, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he stepped back, giving you space.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet between you was thick with unspoken words and emotions that neither of you knew how to express. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety twisting in your stomach as you waited for him to speak.

Finally, Changbin broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and filled with regret.

You blinked, not expecting those words to be the first thing out of his mouth. “Why would you be sorry?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at the floor, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Because… I know this has been hard on you. I didn’t want to make things complicated. I didn’t want to scare you.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest. You understood what he was trying to say. Love wasn’t something anyone could control, and feelings, once they took root, were difficult to stop. You knew that all too well.

“I understand,” you said softly, trying to find the right words. “But you don’t have to apologize for how you feel. None of this is your fault.”

Changbin looked up at you then, his eyes filled with a sadness that took your breath away. “I didn’t want anything to change between us,” he admitted, his voice wavering. “That’s why I was a coward. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I… I put that note in your binder instead. Like Minho said… it was a coward’s move.”

You hesitated for a moment, the truth sitting heavily on your tongue. But you knew you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. “Changbin… I need to tell you something,” you began, your heart racing. “I like Han.”

The words fell from your lips, and you watched as they hit Changbin like a physical blow. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he’d been punched in the gut. But then he quickly composed himself, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said, though his voice was strained. “I kind of figured… I mean, I always noticed how you looked at him. It’s okay. We can still be friends, right?”

You nodded, though you could see the hurt in his eyes, the way he was trying so hard to pretend it didn’t matter. “Of course, we can,” you assured him, even though you both knew things wouldn’t be the same.

Changbin’s smile faltered, and he looked away, swallowing hard. “This is my punishment,” he said, more to himself than to you. “For playing around with hearts… for being careless.”

“Changbin…” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll take it. I’ll take the punishment,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “But I just want you to be happy, okay? Even if it’s not with me.”

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving you standing there with the weight of his words pressing down on you.

-

Jeongin, who always had a knack for making sure you were okay, suddenly sent you a text.

Jeongin: "Hey, how are you?"

You stared at the screen for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The events of the day weighed heavily on your heart, and for once, you decided not to hide it.

You: "I'm not okay."

His reply came almost instantly.

Jeongin: "Where are you? Let me treat you to your favorite toothpaste-flavored ice cream."

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile at his offer. Jeongin knew you too well. The thought of him wanting to keep things normal, to not let anything change between you, filled you with a warmth that eased some of the tension in your chest.

You agreed to meet him at the usual ice cream shop, the one that always smelled of fresh waffle cones and sugary sweetness. When you arrived, Jeongin was already there, waiting for you with a familiar smile. He handed you your favorite mint chocolate ice cream without a word, as if it were a remedy for all your troubles.

You sat down across from him, and he watched you eat, his eyes filled with a quiet concern. He always had this way of making you feel like everything was going to be okay, even when it wasn’t.

After a few minutes, Jeongin finally spoke up. “So, did you talk to Han?”

His question caught you off guard, and your hand froze mid-bite. The truth was, Jeongin knew more than you’d ever admitted out loud. He’d seen it long before you were willing to accept it yourself—the way your eyes lingered on Han, the way your heart seemed to beat a little faster whenever he was near.

Jeongin had always known.

You looked down at your ice cream, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you murmured.

Jeongin nodded, as if he expected that answer. “You know,” he began, his voice gentle, “I’ve known for a while that you liked Han. I saw it from the beginning.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and tears welled up in your eyes. Before you could wipe them away, Jeongin slid a tissue across the table, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“You look like a kid right now,” he teased lightly. “You’re a year older than me, but sometimes it feels like you’re years younger.”

His playful tone made you laugh, even as you took the tissue and dabbed at your eyes. Jeongin always had a way of lightening the mood, of making everything seem a little less heavy, a little less painful.

“What’s your plan?” he asked, his tone turning more serious.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Jeongin. I really don’t know.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, if you don’t know the answer, I’m always here, you know. Just in case.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful tone, and Jeongin joined in, his laughter warm and genuine. The sound of it eased some of the burden you’d been carrying, and for a moment, you could almost forget the chaos that had become your life.

Then Jeongin’s expression softened, and he reached across the table to take your hand in his. “Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “As a friend.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the unwavering support and care that had always been there. Jeongin wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better; he truly meant it. No matter what happened, no matter how complicated things became, you knew you could always count on him.

And that realization brought you a comfort that you desperately needed.

--

You watched Han from your seat, your gaze fixated on him as he stood behind the counter of the library. His attention was focused on the task at hand, scanning the barcodes of borrowed books with a meticulous precision. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on his features, highlighting the way his glasses framed his eyes. Every now and then, he would adjust them, a small habit you found oddly endearing.

He was always so serious when he worked, so dedicated and focused. It was one of the many things you admired about him. There was something about the way he moved, the quiet efficiency in his actions, that never failed to draw you in.

As you continued to watch him, lost in your thoughts, he suddenly looked up. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. Han’s expression softened, and he offered you a small, warm smile. It was a smile that reached his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners in that familiar way that always made your heart flutter.

You smiled back, your lips curving into a soft grin, the connection between you lingering in the air.

Now, the two of you were seated across from each other at one of the small wooden tables nestled in a quiet corner of the library. Han had finished his shift and joined you without a word, simply taking a seat opposite you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with an understanding that had developed over years of friendship.

You found yourself just looking at him, really looking at him, and suddenly, the weight of everything you’d kept hidden felt overwhelming. The feelings you had tried so hard to suppress, to deny, surged to the surface with a force that left you breathless. You realized, with startling clarity, just how much you liked him—how much you had always liked him.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, your hand trembling slightly as it found his. His skin was warm against yours, and the simple act of holding his hand felt like a bridge you were finally crossing after standing on the edge for so long.

Your thoughts raced back to all the times you had convinced yourself to stay silent, to keep your feelings hidden for the sake of your friendship. You had tried so hard, told yourself that it was better this way, safer. But now, sitting here with him, with his hand in yours, it all felt so futile, so unnecessary.

A small, bittersweet smile played on your lips as you finally allowed the truth to escape. “I like you, Han.”

The words felt both wrong and right at the same time. Wrong because you had been so determined to never let them slip, and right because, at this moment, it felt like a release, a weight lifted off your shoulders. The vulnerability in your voice made your heart race, but it also brought a sense of relief you hadn’t expected.

Han’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but only for a moment. Then, his expression softened, and he squeezed your hand gently. “You don’t know how much I like you.”

A quiet, shared laugh bubbled up between you, both of you mindful of the library’s hushed atmosphere. It was a laugh filled with nervousness and relief, a shared understanding that you had finally crossed a line that had been looming between you for so long.

As you sat there, your hands still intertwined, you realized something important. No matter how hard you had tried to control your feelings, to dictate what your heart should or shouldn’t do, it was impossible. The heart had a mind of its own, leading you to places you hadn’t expected, to emotions you hadn’t planned.

You couldn’t force yourself to stop liking him, just as you couldn’t force your heart to stay silent any longer. And now, sitting here with Han, his hand in yours, you were glad you hadn’t tried to.

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blue sticky note part 1. part 2.

an: ill do minho next

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[chrissleftshoe]

guys I'm spilling intense tea and idgaf I'm face and name dropping this fucking weirdo because the things he said were disgusting... Be mad if u want but Imma say and do what I fucking feel is necessary. This includes (face dropping, pedophilia from a minor to 2 minors (multiple others as well) and other disgusting and horrifying comments

this is my brother's old friend Ethan:

this bum ass weird ass 12 year old starting fresh and early predator ass, asked my little sister WHO IS 13 for nudes 2 days ago through her snap after they had a chill conversation. He also asked her if she can tell him how big his dick is since he'll be wearing gray wet pants, he asked her if she was still a virgin, and he asked her if they could fuck in the school bathroom.

My sister posted a cute picture of her and our niece eating snacks while sitting at the park on her Instagram . He privately dm'd her and said quote "ngl that girl is kinda hot how old is she" my cousin is 9 years old. SHES 9 YEARS OF AGE AND YOUR SAYING SHES HOT? 9 YEAR OLDS DONT EVEN SAY THAT.

Not only did he also call my sister multiple times after getting her number from her "friend" but he sent her numerous dick pics to her and sent them from numerous numbers.

He has approached my sister my sister multiple times with disgusting comments such as "if we were in highschool I would definitely fuck you in the bathroom", "is it pink", " I'll give u 20 dollars for nudes" and " can you give decent head". He has also reported said these things to elementary school students.

I am absolutely beyond disgusted, there has been so many reports and restraining orders trying to be made against him that keep getting turned down because "they are just minors" idgaf if he was 86, he violated my sisters space, made her feel uncomfortable, made her scared to walk home because he followed her half way one time, but he made her feels like she was distracting and "too noticable" for other boys her age. She has sexualized herself in a way a grown woman does because of the things he's done to her.

He has also called her multiple gay slurs (she's straight) and multiple racial slurs. I wish nothing but the worst for you and if you ever step a single inch near my sister I will drive up to her school to her school and use physical force you disgusting little dopey dope fuck.

AND BEFORE I HEAR "WHY WOULD U FACE DROP HIM" BECAUSE THIS HAS HAPPENED TO MULTIPLE PPL, IF U THAT THE BALLS TO ASK MY SISTER OLD MY NIECE IS BECAUSE SHES HOT AND ASK MY SISTER MMMMYYYY SISTER FOR NUDES YOU MUST BE OUT IF YOUR DAMN MIND IF YOU THINK IM NOT EXPOSING YOU. I HOPE THAT FUCKER HAS A TERRIBLE NIGHT, AND ME AND MY SIBLINGS ARE ALREADY PRAYING IN UR DOWN FALL.

[dailydegurechaff]

SO. tumblr's doing communities now.

If you haven't heard, Tumblr's got some new beta feature going on called communities. I know next to nothing about it beyond what's in that link. I think it's something like a subreddit? Nevertheless I was like "Hey this could be fun!" so when they announced it was in beta I submitted an application.

Today it was approved! Hooray! Youjo Senki Appreciators is now live (The name is a little silly, I know. I do not think I can change it right now, nor the icon or header. i don't see any settings button...)

The feature is very heavily in beta, but I was hoping we could make a friendly little community. Post about your headcanons and ideas, your fics, fan art, recommendations, whatever you want related to Youjo Senki :)

It's public to view, but currently it's invite only. I don't think think I can change the invite status to allow applications, so I'm fairly certain i have to do manual invites. Just reply to the post if you want to join :)

When you get an invite, you should be dm'd a link by @/tumblrbot. Worth noting that Tumblr's app doesn't seem to have a button to access the community yet, so you'll want to keep the link it sends (or the one just above) if you wanna access it on mobile for now. If you're on desktop, you can access it on the sidebar once you join.

Edit: tumblr mobile makes a liar out of me. there is now in fact an update to add the section for communities in the app.

[gen-is-gone]

Thought I’d drop you an ask about your D&D character(s) after your nostalgia post. Consider it an opportunity to wax lyrical if you want

Oh man, my high school D&D characters, hell yeah.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

So my high school D&D group was probably most notable for being waaaaay too big, because the guy who who was running the game that started the whole thing didn't quite know how to say no to people asking to join, and ballooned up from maybe six people to like. Thirteen. Which is fucking massive and horribly unwieldy, and bear in mind we were playing 3.5, where combat was somehow even worse and more long-lasting than modern 5e.

(This, incidentally, was how Ferro and I got to know each other properly, because of our group he was the one who didn't go to the same school as the rest of us, but he'd known the DM since they were like two. We got each other in the epic six-way post-college friend divorce, and Dan and Cedric got married.)

I can't remember any of their names, but the two characters that come to mind from that period were the very first character I made, an elf bard (natch) who came in late to the game comparatively late but had a few cool moments that mostly actually revolved around nerfing this other player's constant attempts to kill a different guy's characters, because he was that type of guy who would make a big thing out of playing chaotic evil characters to justify bullying other players. I had a couple moments in the climatic final battle of that first campaign where I mostly stopped him from ruining what everyone else was doing, lol.

The next campaign, which to this day remains an old favorite, was an Underdark exclusive where we realized that we couldn't reasonably play another game with this many people and split off into two groups. Ferro Dm'd one, and my then-girlfriend DM'd the other. I played an Orc barbarian with like 1 intelligence who made friends with the other characters and formed a bond with them. We spent a huge amount of that campaign fucking around and getting into stupid scrapes instead of following the storyline, it was fun.

I have a lot of nostalgia for that group, even though we were objectively kind of a trainwreck. We all learned a lot, certainly, and all of us went on to have a lot interest in game creation and craft later. We had a bunch of stupid in-jokes, like you do, and we would sometimes cosplay our characters for big moments.

These days I haven't had a group to play with in a few years, in part because I really don't want to play D&D or other crunch-heavy games, but it's hard to get people to branch out to other games, although given how WotC has shat the bed recently, there's been a lot more interest in other types of ttrpgs, so we'll see what the future holds.

R's group is so...they remind me of that old teen group so much. The only thing that's really changed is which edition they're playing, and the fact they're all packing smartphones rather than little flip/slider late 2000s monstrosities with a hundred phone charms hanging off them. When I walked in on them, they were, as cliched as it sounds, actually about to fight a dragon, so I watched them play for a bit. R kept beefing her rolls, and her friend was convinced that he could repair a wall they broke with the one hundred crackers he had in his inventory. One of the girls had a really expensive-looking heavy metal dice set that everyone else was envious of, because she's apparently about as veteran of a player as you can be at fifteen and collects dice sets. Of course.

It was just really fun seeing kids playing, and the whole thing continuing on to a whole new generation. There was a dad who came in looking for something else, and he told me he used to play AD&D back in the eighties when he was a teen. At this point the game's been around long enough to have multiple generations playing together, which is absolutely delightful.

[incorrect-dimension20]

So if this new season is DM'd by Aabria as suspected, we can know one thing for sure-

It will most likely be about a group of people who are new and/or weird in their community and decide to save the world from an oppressive regime/plot even though they had little to no personal stake in said community (cause they just got there/the community ostracized them) probably with themes on family, with some great PC/PC romance, and a few genderqueer characters that we all love.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for going no-contact without warning in perhaps the pettiest way i could?

Context: I(20m) had a falling out with my friend (18m) about 2 years ago. We were in this discord server with our friends, and I woke up one morning to find it gone. I asked him, and he dm'd me and began with "I just wanna say, I mean this respectfully;" followed by THE LONGEST RANT about a bunch of things I did (including not giving feedback on other people's art, dominating the conversation, and being "hard to corral into one topic" which i still don't fully get). He said "everyone else in the server feels the same, you make people really uncomfortable." I asked who had what gripes, so I could apologize, but he said nobody really wanted to hear it and this was a mutual decision. I respected that, cried for a day or two, moved on.

Enter a few months ago. I up-heaved my entire online presence, recreating my friend group from the ground up with people who were more up to my style of interaction, and got better with boundaries. We open a roleplay server for a fandom my old friend liked, and it'd been a few years, so I decided to hit him up, invite him and try to mend some things. I was different after all.

Shit hits the fan, let me keep it brief- a different friend (it/its) makes a comment about eating something that's gonna make it sick later, because it has IBS but it's fuckin hungy and wants pepper poppers. The old friend dms it and says "hey, you shouldn't talk about self harm in this channel, it's gonna make people uncomfortable!!!" Which. first of all, yikes, but secondly, nobody else seemed uncomfortable. I was in a vc with my friends which is where it told me about the dms, and everyone else agreed that yeah, he seemed to be overreacting a little. But I started piecing shit together.

Even though I never talked to most of the people from the old server ever again, none of them reached out to me either. Not even to ask for an apology or where I'd gone. I was just kind of relying on what my friend said to be true. I asked someone from that server, and they said that besides a few gripes mentioned here and there, nobody seemed that uncomfortable with me. In fact, many of them- whom i hadn't spoken to in two years- asked where i went.

I got pissed, and probably could have handled it better, but I didn't wanna see his face anymore. So I removed him from the server, and when he asked me why, all I said was: "I just wanna say, I mean this respectfully;" and blocked him. Part of me still thinks about it. I felt like a hypocrite, and wanted to explain what I'd found out and ask him about it instead of jumping to conclusions, but the deed was done and I figured I'd feel better if I ignored it. I do feel a little better, but I just wanna know if I was the asshole.

What are these acronyms?

[letsgoletsgetit08]

summary: Mingi knows that the post will get Yunho's attention. He misses him and if jealousy is the only sure-fire way to get him to cave, then so be it. He's willing to face the consequences of a jealous, possessive Jeong Yunho.

warnings: mdni, dom!yunho x dom!seonghwa x sub!mingi, oral sex, punishment, jealousy, group sex, degradation

word count: 3,869

ao3 link: lessons learned

lessons learned

“What exactly do you think you're doing?” Yunho's voice was calm. Too calm. A shiver ran down Mingi’s spine at the tone of it. It was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for when he posted the picture a few minutes ago. His lower back was screaming, still laying in the same position on his couch that he had been in to take the picture, but had he moved, it wouldn't have been as effective. He wanted Yunho to walk in and see him posed exactly the same way. He had left the hotel door propped open just for it, actually. This was a last ditch effort after being all but ignored by the man for the last few weeks.

“Oh, hey Yunho. What's up?” Mingi didn't look up, eyes glued to his phone. But he knew the tops of his ears were starting to turn red, giving him away.

“I asked you a question, Mingi.” Yunho's voice still came from the same spot behind Mingi in the doorway. Mingi had to resist craning his neck to look at him. Yunho looked so good when he was jealous. But Mingi had to be strong. He was determined to draw this out, achieve his goal. If he gave in now, Yunho might take the attention and leave. Mingi had other plans.

Mingi adjusted his hips slightly, knowing the movement would be noted by Yunho, “I'm just fucking around on Instagram.” He tried to keep his tone casual.

“A fan of yours dm'd me about this, you know.” Yunho finally entered the room, circling around the coffee table to sit on the armrest of the couch by Mingi’s head.

“About what?” Mingi played innocent, looking up at Yunho through his eyelashes.

Yunho ignored his question, reading the message instead, “‘Are you just going to let this happen?’ What am I supposed to do with you, Mingi?”

“I haven't eaten yet, if you want to-” Mingi started, knowing that wasn't what Yunho meant.

“Mingi,” Yunho reached down to touch Mingi’s cheek, “You’re making this very hard on me. I've been trying to be good. Last time we did this… it got messy.”

It was true. They had agreed to not continue sleeping together at the beginning of the year. It had become all-consuming, hard to differentiate their personal and work relationships. Verging on psychological torture on Mingi’s end, never knowing if Yunho was being extra rough because things hadn't gone his way at the studio or if it was just part of their dynamic. Aftercare cut short due to packed schedules, leaving them both feeling raw, feelings unresolved. They agreed to cool it. See other people. But they were both single again for the first time since then, had been for around a month. And all Mingi could think about was how much he missed Yunho. Giving over control. Letting himself be had. Kept. Knowing whom he belonged to. It was driving him mad.

“I've been trying, too, I swear.” Mingi sat up so Yunho could sit on the couch, then immediately rested his head in the older's lap, sighing softly as long fingers combed through his hair.

“Hmm.” Yunho considered, “Yet you still posted those pictures.”

Mingi sat up fully, feeling exposed and a little foolish, staring straight ahead rather than looking at Yunho, “They weren't just for you. Atiny seemed to really like them.” He defended himself.

“Oh, I'm sure they did, jagi.” Yunho reached over to turn Mingi’s head towards him, “But there's no need to lie.”

Jagi. It had been months since Yunho pulled out a pet name. Mingi felt heat rush south at the word, his brain starting to buzz happily, already slipping easily into subspace, even after months of disuse.

Mingi swallowed, “Sorry.” His voice barely made it past his lips, throat suddenly very dry.

“And I'll make sure you mean that.” Yunho's thumb traced over Mingi’s bottom lip, pulling on it slightly before releasing, “But after this we need to have a discussion. I don't want it to end like last time. And I think we can do a better job at setting boundaries, making the lines more clear.”

“Yes, absolutely.” Mingi had barely heard a word past the first sentence, but he trusted Yunho.

“I want you to feel safe with me. I need you to confirm that you know what we're about to do has nothing to do with our professional relationship or our friendship. Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” Mingi nodded, “Thank you for saying it.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Yunho kissed his cheek, moving to whisper in his ear, “But it's ‘yes, sir’ from here on out.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi echoed him, barely able to keep from jumping into Yunho's lap. He knew he had to be patient though.

Yunho pulled back and stood up, rolling up the sleeves to his button-up as he strided over to the door to the hotel room, ensuring it was locked and that the curtains were drawn. Mingi’s eyes were glued to his forearms and hands the whole time, drool pooling in his mouth at the sight, veins and tendons prominent, tucked under velvety skin.

Yunho sat back down on the couch beside Mingi, “Jeans and shirt off.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi stood up, obeying happily, glad for instructions.

“Come here.” Yunho gestured, taking Mingi’s hand into his own, pulling it up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he kissed up the inside of his forearm.

Mingi let out a noise at the contact, senses already on fire.

“On my lap.” Yunho assisted him as he straddled his thighs.

Mingi’s hips bucked involuntarily at the close contact, whining at the friction.

“Oh, princess.” Yunho smiled, a breathy laugh leaving his nose, “I missed this.” He didn't let Mingi reply, instead choosing to press their mouths together, his fingers wrapping lightly around Mingi's neck, keeping him from leaning too far into it, other hand on Mingi’s hips, guiding them down as he humped pathetically, chasing any sort of friction.

Yunho broke their kiss, moving to kiss across Mingi’s jaw, “Needy puppy.” He whispered, voice tickling Mingi’s skin, “Go ahead, since you're so desperate. Make a mess.”

Warm fingers of lust gripped Mingi from the inside, spreading outward from his abdomen, whimpering as he felt his and Yunho's cocks rub together through the thin layer of his boxers. It was a little uncomfortable but he needed this.

He was so close, Yunho was sucking on his neck, marking him, “Yunho-” he whined.

“Shh, baby, I've got you.” Yunho soothed the spot on his neck with a kiss, “Now be good and cum for me.”

The instruction is what Mingi needed, warmth seeping into his boxers, falling forward to Yunho's shoulder as he came down.

“There we go.” Yunho rubbed his back, fingers just barely ghosting over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Feel better now that you got what you wanted?”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi panted, a sharp intake of breath as Yunho's hands found his ass cheek, pulling it to the side through his boxers as he squeezed it.

“So desperate, aren't you?” Yunho teased, “Little slut. Doing so much just to make me jealous. What am I going to do with you?”

Mingi sat up, meeting Yunho's eyes bashfully, “I'll do anything you tell me to.”

“Oh,” Yunho chuckled, “I know that, darling.” He kissed Mingi’s cheek, then forehead, finally landing on his lips before pulling back once more, “On your knees.”

Mingi reached for his boxers but Yunho stopped him, “No, darling. I think you need to sit in your mess for the time being.”

Mingi pouted but did as he was told, extracting himself from Yunho's lap and moving to the floor in front of him, hands in his lap.

Yunho stood, tilting Mingi’s chin up with careful fingers, “I'm going to fuck your face now, sweetheart.”

He pushed Mingi’s hair off of his forehead, “You have to know there are consequences for making me jealous. Understand?”

Mingi nodded, already getting hard again at the thought of it, “Yes, sir.”

Yunho leaned down to plant a kiss on Mingi’s forehead, whispering, “Just tap me twice if you need to stop, okay? Don't let me hurt you.”

“Okay, yes, sir.” Mingi tilted his face up, expecting another kiss but Yunho stood back up.

“Well, it will be much harder if you don't take off my pants.” Yunho mocked him.

Mingi scrambled, immediately reaching for the button and fly on Yunho's slacks, fumbling in his haste but eventually succeeding. He shucked the pants and underwear off in one go, revealing an almost fully hard Yunho.

His cock was beautiful, Mingi’s mouth already watered looking at it, pretty and flushed, larger than he recalled. He stroked it tentatively, looking up to Yunho for confirmation.

“Yes, baby. Not gonna be easy to suck it if it’s not even fully hard.” The corner of Yunho's mouth raised, a glint in his eye that Mingi hadn't seen in far too long.

Mingi began kissing Yunho's thighs as he stroked him, feeling himself start to get hard again as he felt the other grow in his hand. He sat up to begin administering kitten licks on the tender underside of Yunho's cock head, earning a moan from the man in return.

Mingi finally began working him inside his mouth, grateful that Yunho was letting him adjust to his size, muscle memory taking over as his jaw stretched to accommodate.

“Fuck, you were made for me, weren't you, honey?” Yunho gasped as his cock hit Mingi’s soft palate for the first time.

Mingi hummed a noise he hoped came across as agreement, unable to verbally communicate in his current state.

Hands in his hair, holding his head still, “Hold still, princess.” Yunho's voice was low, metered, clearly trying to maintain assertiveness through his pleasure.

It wasn't comfortable, but Mingi loved being used like this, his nose hitting Yunho's pubic bone as his mouth and throat were completely occupied, tears leaking out of his eyes at the effort. Spit spilled out the side of his mouth. He wasn't embarrassed, he knew Yunho liked it messy.

Yunho's pace quickened and Mingi hung on for dear life to his thighs, begging himself not to gag as Yunho fucked into him. Yunho started to pull back, taking his length into his hand, only leaving the tip of his dick on Mingi’s tongue.

Warmth. Yunho crying out.

Click.

The door swung open to reveal Seonghwa. Mingi's roommate while they were at this hotel. Who had a key card. Snacks in hand, dropping several bags of chips in his shock. Yunho was unable to stop, covering Mingi’s face in cum as his hand had moved a few degrees in his surprise to the door opening.

“Shut the door.” Yunho practically barked at Seonghwa, who shut the door behind himself, smile playing on his lips as he deposited his snacks unceremoniously onto the kitchenette counter.

Seonghwa was aware of Mingi and Yunho's history but Mingi couldn't help and feel embarrassed, warm, thick fluid dripping over his closed eyelid.

“I take it you saw his post, then?” Seonghwa asked Yunho, shirking his jacket, folding it neatly onto the chair at the desk.

Yunho swiped Mingi’s eye clean, depositing what it had gathered onto his tongue, mouth still open, closing it with two fingers under his jaw. He stroked Mingi’s throat with the backs of those fingers, encouraging him to swallow, “Someone was trying to make me jealous.”

Mingi’s throat was raw but he couldn’t help himself, “I succeeded in making you jealous.”

Seonghwa looked at him, utterly bemused, “Sounds like this little cock whore hasn't learned his lesson yet.”

The three of them looked between one another as if to ask if they were all okay with the turn of events. Mingi gave them both a nod. He could take the degradation if it meant praise and attention the rest of the night, both men sleeping in his bed, cuddling him.

“Would you like to help me teach him?” Yunho asked, approaching Seonghwa.

“Yes, I think he needs to learn just how painful it is to be jealous.” Seonghwa offered.

“I agree.” Yunho caressed Seonghwa’s cheek, tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, making eye contact with him, though it was Mingi to whom he gave instructions, “No touching yourself. Don't forget you can use your safe word, dear.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi answered, barely able to get the full phrase out before the other two were kissing.

They were putting on a show, over-exaggerating for Mingi’s sake. He whimpered as Yunho began peeling off Seonghwa’s clothes. His cock was crying for attention but he had to be good. He would be good for Yunho.

Yunho palmed Seonghwa through his gray sweatpants, “Oh, now, we're going to do something to take care of this, aren't we?”

A tear escaped Mingi’s eye as he watched them together.

Seonghwa’s head tipped back at Yunho's touch, voice raspy, “Yes, we definitely are. Do you think your little pet over there might want to help me out?”

Yunho glanced over at Mingi to confirm. Mingi responded with no hesitation, “Yes, please, let me help you.”

“His mouth is already warmed up for you.” Yunho's smile was wicked.

Seonghwa stepped out of his pants and boxers as he crossed over to stand in front of Mingi, still kneeling on the floor. His knees ached and his thighs burned, his jaw was sore, but he barely noticed any of it.

Thankfully, Seonghwa was not as well endowed as Yunho.

Mingi licked and sucked, doing more of the work this time, glancing up at Seonghwa for approval as he tried to perform his very best, not knowing what the man liked, never having so much as kissed him until now. Tears tracked hot down his cheeks, choking on a sob, needing Seonghwa to finish so he could give his mouth a break.

“Christ, Mingi,” Seonghwa panted, hips bucking as Mingi worked him towards his release, “Sucking me down like the slut you are. Not gonna last long like this, honey.”

Mingi hummed in acknowledgement and the sensation was all Seonghwa needed to finish, hot liquid pouring down Mingi’s throat.

Yunho had been watching from the couch and he reached down to stroke Mingi’s hair, “So kind of you to help out, baby.”

Mingi preened at the praise, leaning his cheek into Yunho's hand.

“I think he's earned a reward, don't you?” Seonghwa asked as he helped pull Mingi to his feet. Mingi’s legs were half asleep and he stumbled as he stood up.

“Easy,” Seonghwa caught him, guiding him over to sit on the bed.

Yunho went to fetch the supplies he knew Mingi kept in his bathroom bag. Seonghwa crawled into bed behind Mingi, propping himself up at the headboard, then pulling Mingi to himself, letting him rest with his back to his chest, stroking his hair as they waited for Yunho to return.

“You were so good for us, darling.” Yunho praised as he approached, laying the lube and condom within reach on the bed. He helped Mingi remove his boxers, wiping his cock with a warm washcloth to clean the now-dried cum that he'd been subjected to marinating in.

“Thank you.” Mingi whispered, already feeling spent, but in need of a second release.

“You understand why we had to teach you a lesson though, right?” Yunho asked, now reaching for the lube, which he applied to his fingers.

“Yes, sir.”

“It was for your own good, pretty.” Seonghwa’s voice was gentle now, in contrast to earlier.

Yunho's fingers circled his rim, “But good boys deserve to feel good.”

“And you were perfect for us.” Seonghwa added, fingers trailing up Mingi’s flank, landing on his nipple.

Yunho pressed one finger inside, “So, so perfect.”

Seonghwa pinched his nipple as Yunho buried the first finger fully, Mingi’s back arched off the bed at the sensation. He had gotten himself ready in the shower before posting the picture. He was sure Yunho noticed, but he didn't say anything.

“Let us show you how perfect.” Seonghwa whispered, leaning down to kiss the crown of Mingi’s head.

“Yes, sir. Please. Want you so bad.” Mingi begged as Yunho added a second finger. “Yunho- ahh.” It came out as a whine. The other's fingers were skilled like a musician who played stringed instruments. Calculated as they chose exactly when to hit his prostate and when to leave it alone. He let his body go limp, relaxing into the touch of the two men who were tending to him so devotedly.

He closed his eyes and let the sensations take over.

Pressure as a third finger was added.

Soft touches on his torso.

The odd feeling of emptiness as fingers were removed.

Kisses on his forehead.

Being split down the middle. Filled. 

Heat coiling in his abdomen.

Seonghwa's hand around his cock as Yunho fucked into him. 

Levitating. 

Warmth from the inside. 

One last jerk of his hips. 

Release. 

“Mingi, baby?” Yunho's voice sounded worried as he pulled out and laid down beside him on the bed. “You okay?” 

“Mmmmh. Mhm.” Mingi couldn't form words yet. His brain was still pleasantly blank. Suspended in warm honey. 

“I think we fucked him to death.” Seonghwa joked, stroking Mingi’s hair as he began to stir, still breathing heavily. 

“‘M alive.” Mingi defended himself. 

Yunho chuckled, “Was it that good?”

“So good.” Mingi managed.

“Let’s get him to the shower.” Seonghwa addressed Yunho. 

Mingi let himself be walked to the shower, body weight supported by the other two. 

“You got him?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Yeah, thank you.” Yunho turned on the water, “Why don't you go get us some clothes? Grab Mingi a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt. My key is in my pants pocket.” Yunho knew Mingi had his own clothes he could have worn, Mingi knew what he was doing. Yunho also knew it was a comfort to Mingi to wear his clothes instead of his own after a night like that one.

“On it.” Seonghwa answered. 

Mingi still had his eyes closed for the conversation, leaning into Yunho's chest, only opening them to step into the shower. 

“Mingi, sweetheart,” Yunho tapped his cheek, “Stay awake to shower, jagi.” 

Mingi opened his eyes and nodded, unable to meet Yunho's gaze as the emotions from everything that had just gone down rushed forward, demanding to be felt.

Yunho was the one person in the world Mingi felt comfortable crying in front of. For good reason. He felt a sob escape as Yunho began washing his body. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Yunho tugged him to his chest, “You’re okay, baby. That was a lot, I know.” 

Mingi couldn’t control it now, sobs racking his body, “Sorry.” He apologized, voice thick with tears. 

“No, honey. Don’t apologize.” Yunho rubbed circles on his back, “Shh, you’re okay. You’re okay, precious. You know we didn’t mean anything bad we said about you, right? You mean so much to me. To Hwa, too. I promise. So, so perfect, baby.” 

Mingi finally managed to compose himself enough to speak, “I know. I’m sorry, I’m a mess. I enjoyed it, it’s just…”

“A lot?” Yunho offered.

“Yeah. It’s a lot. I missed you so much.” He felt another wave of tears coming on, “I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it rather than posting to get your attention.”

“Oh, baby.” Yunho’s face softened, “It’s okay, I promise. I missed you, too. I could have said something as well. I’m just glad we got there. Even if the path was a little convoluted.” 

“Me, too.” Mingi smiled, though he still felt an errant tear or two making their way down his cheeks. 

“I want you to be mine, Mingi. Any time you’re not someone else’s.” Yunho confessed, stroking Mingi’s cheek, “Is that something you’d want? We’d be free to date, of course, but if we find ourselves in this situation again, I want you to be mine. No questions about it. I want to take care of you. Make you feel good. Want everyone to know. Everyone who can know, obviously. Would you like that, baby?”

Mingi nodded, letting himself be pulled to Yunho’s chest again. 

“Good. Me too, jagi. I’d really like that.” Yunho took a deep breath, weight seeming to lift off his shoulders. Mingi clung tighter. “What about Seonghwa? I know you gave the go ahead, but is that something you’d be interested in again? You can think on it, but I think he really enjoyed it, as did I, and I hope you did as well.” 

Mingi considered the offer, “I want to talk to him about it some more. I feel safe with him, but I’d feel better if the terms were more clear going into it if we do anything like this again.” 

“Of course, baby. I just want you to be comfortable.” He kissed Mingi’s shoulder, which was the expanse of skin most readily available to him at that moment, “That’s all I care about.” 

“Thank you.” Mingi pulled back to look into Yunho’s eyes, “Can I kiss you?” 

Yunho smiled, expression incredibly fond, “I’d love that, jagi.” 

The kiss was tender, mostly chaste, but it was exactly what Mingi needed to soothe his heightened senses. Grounding him. Pulling him back to earth. He had often thought of Yunho as his own source of gravity, the only force keeping his feet firmly planted on the rock as it hurtled through space. 

They finished washing and dried off, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in matching white towels to find Seonghwa sitting on one side of the bed, scrolling through the hotel TV guide, neatly folded piles of clothes at the foot of the bed.

Mingi let Yunho help him dress, then Seonghwa called him over. 

“Mingi, honey, come here,” Seonghwa patted the bed beside him. Mingi obeyed, letting the older pull him to his side, “I need you to know that I don’t think of you in any of the ways I mentioned earlier, okay? I think you’re wonderful. And sweet. You’re not showy in how you care for people but you’re always looking out for your members, aren’t you? I’m so lucky to have you as a friend, baby.”

Mingi squeezed him tight, “Thank you, Hwa.” 

“Of course, darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of his head. 

Yunho crawled into bed beside them, hand falling to Mingi’s thigh as he was still cuddling Seonghwa.

Mingi felt himself relax and smile, loving being taken care of, sandwiched in between two men who were happy to demonstrate their affection. 

Seonghwa had outdone himself. He had gathered snacks, an ice pack for Mingi’s jaw, water, Ibuprofen, and an extra blanket. The three of them cuddled in bed and watched mindless hotel TV, Yunho and Seonghwa taking turns letting Mingi curl into their sides until they eventually drifted off to sleep. 

Mingi had probably learned the wrong lesson in posting pictures for attention, but oh well. It wouldn’t be an issue anymore. Not after his conversation with Yunho. He belonged to him now. He would never have to go through such gymnastics for attention from him ever again.

[nixie-writes]

Hopefully a simple request, just something I've not seen a lot off but understandably so. Any chance for a romantic/fluff Velvette x male reader where she's somehow developed feelings for them and wants to admit/show them? To clarify I'm not asking for smut with it.

-Velvette, as we know, is a big fan of fashion. She practically made the industry in Hell, and as she said herself, her influence on the internet makes her the "backbone" of the V's.

-so, if she caught feelings for someone, and she wanted to pursue them, she would start by promoting them on her Instagram. She'd boost their posts on Twitter, retweet selfies saying something like "damn [Y/N] looking good! But I can hook you up with a better style."

-and so the trap was laid. She DM'd you where to meet her and you arrived a little late because of traffic at this hour but you made it nonetheless. Velvette was doing everything in her power to look calm and collected but inside she was fearful. What if you denied her feelings and told her to never do anything to boost them again?

-clearing her throat after you explained the traffic situation, she offered you a couple bags of clothes from her designer brand. At least $500 worth of clothes.

-taking a deep breath Velvette began to speak. "Look, don't make this a scene or anythin' but I like you, for more than your looks. I think together we'd make a great team, with me as the social product and you behind the scenes." I get the feeling that she's pretty logistical about work, unlike Vox or Valentino. "So, I guess what I'm doin' is... Making a romantic proposal of sorts. Will you be my partner?"

-she held out her hand to you, offering you the opportunity of a lifetime. You knew you'd been following her for a long time and you really liked her as well, so what was there to lose? You took her hand and shook it firmly. "There's no one I'd rather spend my afterlife with," you replied.

[hollow-lime-green]

Can you tell us a little about your D&D stuff? -sincerely an avid dnd player who loves hearing about other people’s characters

aaaa sure!

briefly - when I do actually get to be a player, I fucking love playing rogues. god i am so basic and easy, catch me playing a tiefling/changeling rogue 100% of the time. i am a power gamer though, and i'll take a lot of feats to do all sorts of weird bullshit (and the 2024 thief buffs are going to make me insufferable. fast hands has always been my favorite ability in the game, and now thief is finally good for real and not just by dm fiat).

i like every class except artificer and monk (fine just not for me), but rogues have my heart. in every game, skyrim to borderlands to d&d, I like being a pain in the ass from a long distance away. i don't get to play a lot, so i don't have a lot of characters that i'm super tied to, but right now, i'm essentially playing a cabal of tiefling/changeling rogues (one for every subclass) that are running the underground of my friend's city in a westmarch style progressive series of oneshots he hosts at our local game store.

mainly, though, i have always been a perma-dm of my groups, although I am trying to find a group that rotates better because as it turns out, being a perma-dm can absolutely fuck with your interpersonal relationships. i had a really awesome d&d group in undergrad that I DM'd for, and I have a lot of great memories from that. we played on campus for the first two years, then on roll20 for a few more years after that. unfortunately, as most d&d groups do, we died to the BBEG known as Adult Life Schedules.

since then, I've been DMing semi-regularly at a local game shop, sometimes playing, and I've made a lot of in-person friends. we play both at and outside of the shop, but almost all one-shots, although when I eventually move away from this current location, I will probably try to drag them into an online campaign. lots of dm talk and pictures under the cut, since this will be kind of long. :)

Props!

as a dm, i am very prop focused, i love a good prop. it's the engineer girlie in me. sat night I ran a 12th level one shot for my friends to test out some of the new 2024 rules at high level, and what I'm most proud of was my hidden magnet bridge (see below) - this is a progress pic but I do generally keep my sets pretty minimal aesthetically. anyway this was super fun because i set it up as this precarious bridge that they needed to get across and do some puzzles (hence the set), and then i ambushed them with the hidden magnets (actual reason for the set).

this is one of my faves from maaaaany years ago. i could do it better if I tried it again, but it's tough. this was for an encounter where an enemy was locally changing the direction of gravity, so the set rotated. it was surprisingly stable but difficult to play on due to the fact that you have like 270 degrees of the table that can see and then whoever is behind the wall (the dm) can't see shit. this was during my in-person UG years, so baby engineer but still making it work.

this is something I've done more recently that is more minimalist but insanely effective as a minigame. i had some players navigating through a space field, so they had to plot a course through this minefield and peel off the tape stickers one by one to see if they hit a danger. again, left is a progress pic. they all got blacked out. the right one was actually my dm key during the session lol, so I knew what they were gonna hit before they hit it.

I do a lot of mini prop pieces to go on top of my battle map as terrain, mostly cardboard just to give height and make things a bit more dynamic. and i'll usually have some lair action that rotates or takes away some of that terrain. one other thing I'm playing around with is this plexiglass transparent overlay designed for water combat, so I can put biiiiiig bad guys underneath the party. that one is for a oneshot based on the game DREDGE (which I highly recommend by the way - fishing survival cozygame with an eldritch monstrous flair). this lighthouse works as a sanity indicator, so as the party loses sanity (due to the eldritch fish), I can change its color.

i have no idea how i've run this game like 7 times and yet I can't find any pictures of it, but I have a one-shot that is based on Potion Permit (another farming sim cozygame) where the players collect these tiny cardboard tetris pieces and have to use them to complete tetris piece recipes to make potion and Save The Town From Illness! players love a prop, players love a minigame, and i love running those things as well.

Characters!

I have a lot of DMPCs that I love from my long campaigns, but DMPCs can be irritating, so i have shifted away from character-driven things for my oneshots. when I go back to doing campaigns, I'm going to try to do them better? I don't know, getting people invested in OCs whether it's writing or ttrpg is always sort of a challenge. players get invested in the bonds between the party but not often in their actual NPCs. So I'm not going to yap about them too much, but I'll list the concepts of my fave DMPCs:

blind bard who sees through a force field cantrip like cat whiskers - later becomes a seer (like divination) at the cost of losing his blindsight due to Player-Caused Apocalypse. becomes an unwilling consort to an archdevil who rules the wastelands after Player-Caused Apocalypse.

red hag who used a wish spell to free herself of pacts of loyalty but as a consequence cannot form lasting relationships with any creature, and cannot wish again. trying to make a Deck of Many Things to get more wishes and fix this (doomed)

half-fey archer with the mantle of the summer court trying to avenge her parents killed by the winter court, warrior softened by the touch of a woman (autumn fey cottagecore mom friend with an aussie accent). they were fun because the party actually got really invested in them and they got to complete their love story :)

spellthief rogue champion of the gods caught in a messy 'the parents are fighting' situation where the aspects of law and chaos fight. she is going to make a return when i start my next campaign because it's going to be a time loop situation, and she'll be the one resetting the timeline and trying to make off-screen changes (killing monarchs, planting magic items) to affect the future.