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leebix · 10 months

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Roommate’s

P: Roommate hyunjin X F.reader

G. Smut

W. Cussing, clothe fingering, Dom Hyunjin, Sub reader, Hard core, nudes, kinda perv hyunjin, teasing hyunjin, O.F. reader, Pet name. (Bunny, good girl, love, etc.)

A/n: Hi! I’m back sorry it took a while just needed a small plot for the story, hope you enjoy my small story’s, should I continue writing? anyways In joy my story! >.<🤍 @ithinkibetteractfast

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you're both sitting in your room, alone.. Hyunjin is your roommate, you’re both in the dorms but he suddenly steals your phone and starts looking through your photos..

“Hmm, what's this~” he says showing you your phone, with a picture of your nudes on the screen.. your face blushed red as you snatched your phone away “t-thats.. none of your business..”

“intresting, why would you be taking those for, hm?~” he teased, as he smirked, your roommate looking at you with a weird look.. he looks almost possesive, wanting to know who you took those photos for, but still being playful with you..

_____ looked at him with a shocked looked “well I thought I looked hot in my body….” _____ said as you looked away from her phone and turn it off and put it away from him hyunjin.

Hyunjin grinned mischievously, his eyes lingering on you. "Oh, trust me, you do look hot, ____," he said, leaning closer to you. "But I'm more curious about who you took those pictures for. Were they for someone special?" He chuckled, his tone filled with both playfulness and possessiveness.

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but I can't make any promises about the thoughts running through my head right now." His voice dropped to a low whisper, causing a tingling sensation to run down your spine.

____ lay down on the bed on her stomach as you turn on her phone and started going threw your Instagram, ____ sight “I Post that in Twitter for my fans….” You bite lip

Hyunjin eyes widened in surprise as you nonchalantly mentioned posting the nude photo on Twitter. His gaze shifted from your face to your body, now sprawled enticingly on the bed. His playful demeanor shifted, his possessiveness taking over.

He walked over to the bed, his steps deliberate and purposeful. He sat down beside you, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern on your bare thigh. "____, my sweet girl," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "You're teasing me, aren't you? Flaunting your beauty for all to see, but deep down, you want it to be me who gets to savor every inch of you."

His fingers continued to trace higher up your thigh, his touch sending shivers through your body. "Tell me, ____, do you want everyone to see what's only meant for my eyes? Those luscious curves, those tempting lips... Do you crave their hungry gazes, or is it me who you desire? Be honest with me, my little temptress."

____ looked at the boy with a sweet smile acting innocent towards the boy “mhhm I don’t know what your talking about” ____ said as you see the boy hand getting closer to her inner thigh as she bites her lips.

Hyunjin eyes narrowed, seeing through your innocent act. He could sense your desire, your hidden longing, and it only fueled his own arousal. He moved his hand even closer, his fingertips now brushing against the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, ____," he growled softly, his voice laced with a hint of a warning. "Don't play coy with me, darling. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the way you're biting your lip. It's a dangerous game you're playing."

His fingers continued their slow, torturous journey, inching closer to your core. His gaze never wavered from your eyes, his dominant persona taking over completely. "You want me to touch you, don't you? To drive you wild with pleasure. But you'll have to beg for it, my sweet girl. Beg me to make you feel good."

_____ didn’t know what to do, ___ just looked him and nodding your head feeling your words I stick in your throat as his fingers get really close to you core.

Hyunjin could sense your hesitation, your need conflicting with your uncertainty. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers hovered just above your core.

"Open up to me, ____," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Let go of your inhibitions and surrender to your desires. I can give you the pleasure you crave, but you have to trust me."

With that, his fingers dipped lower, lightly grazing against your sensitive folds. He teased you, drawing circles and tracing patterns, building the anticipation within you. His touch was light, almost feather-like, but you could feel the intensity growing with each passing second.

"Are you ready to beg for my touch, my sweet girl?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "To give in to the pleasure only I can provide?"

You looked at your roommate with a pure look not saying anything you making your thigh tight together feelings his fingers with your black shorts, as you breath is heavily moving up and down your chest looking at him as you bite your lip not knowing what to say to him.

Hyunjin watched you closely, observing the way your body reacted to his touch, the way your thighs unconsciously tightened together. He could see the desire etched in your eyes, the struggle for control within you. His own arousal grew, pushing him to push you further, to make you succumb to your desires.

He moved closer to you, his face mere inches away from yours. His hot breath fanned against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. With a low, seductive tone, he spoke again, his voice filled with both dominance and a hint of desperation.

"Let go, ____" he whispered, his thumb lightly circling your clothed nub. "You want this, don't you? The pleasure, the connection between us? Don't fight it anymore. Just give in love."

With gentle yet firm pressure, he pressed his thumb harder against your clothed bud, wanting to see your resolve crumble, wanting you to beg for the release that only he could grant.

You whimper at the feeling of his slim fingers on your clothes nub, you really wanted, you slowly parted your legs to let him feel you right breathing heavily at this moment your chest moving up and down as you felt yourself getting wetter threw your panties “plea-please” you whimper your eyes have close of the small pleasure he’s giving you arching your back just a little throwing your head back

Hyunjin could feel the pulsating desire emanating from you, the way you willingly parted your legs just enough for him to access your heated core. A victorious grin spread across his face as he saw you succumb to your own longing.

He applied more pressure with his thumb, circling it skillfully against your clothed nub. He could feel the dampness through your panties, evidence of your arousal. Your whimper and plea for more only fueled the fire within him, his own desire growing more intense.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're so responsive, ____. Just imagine what it'll be like when I touch you properly, when I make you come undone under my fingertips."

With that, he increased the speed and pressure, his thumb working your sensitive bud with skill and precision. He relished in the sight of you arching your back and throwing your head back, lost in the pleasure he was providing.

"Feel the pleasure, bunny " he urged, his voice laced with desire. "Let it consume you completely. Give yourself over to me."

all what you could do was whimper at his words making her even wetter moaning in pleasure of you cloth nub was getting pleasure, ____ was breathing heavily your long silky black hair falling behind you as you close’s her eyes.

Hyunjin continued to work your clothed nub, the pace increasing along with the intensity of your moans. He watched you closely, taking in every sound, every movement, every reaction as you surrendered to the pleasure.

His fingers teased and toyed with you, skillfully rubbing and applying pressure to your sensitive bud. He could feel the wetness seeping through your panties, evidence of just how aroused you were. The sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure only fueled his desire further.

"Open your eyes, bunny," he commanded softly, his voice filled with authority. "Look at me as you come undone. Watch as I make you lose control."

He wanted to see your eyes, to witness every moment of your pleasure. With his free hand, he gently lifted your chin, urging you to meet his gaze even as his fingers continued their relentless assault on your clothed nub.

"Let go, my sweet girl," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of tenderness and dominance. "No holding back. Give me everything."

You opened your eyes slowly at hyunjin as the pleasure is hitting you, being a moaning mess underneath him feeling yourself wanting to cum

Hyunjin was captivated by the sight of your eyes, glazed over with desire and pleasure. The way you looked at him as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body pushed him to the edge of his own restraint. He could feel himself growing harder, the need to claim you becoming almost overwhelming.

He intensified his touch, his skilled fingers working your clothed nub with an almost unyielding pace. He wanted to push you to the brink, to make you lose control entirely. He could sense your impending release, the way your moans grew louder and more desperate.

"Let go, love," he urged, his voice husky with need. "Cum for me, beautiful. Give in to the pleasure and let yourself be consumed by it."

With his words, he applied one final surge of pressure, his thumb rubbing firmly against your clothed bud. He wanted to drive you over the edge, to bring you to the peak of bliss.

You moaned loudly almost hitting your climax as he still rubbed your clothe nub has your arms are behide you giving you support to stay sitting down, you got on of you legs up to the bed as you felt yourself cumming, you moaned loudly tears falling down your eyes looking at him as you was cumming on your now wet panties you had on, breathing heavily your chest moving as you breaths

Hyunjin watched intently as you reached your peak, your moans filling the room along with the sound of your labored breaths. The sight of your climax, the way your body trembled with pleasure, was utterly intoxicating to him. He felt a surge of possessiveness and triumph, knowing that he was the one who brought you to such heights of bliss.

He continued to stimulate you through your orgasm, his touch steady and unwavering, your pleasure becoming his own. He wanted to savor every moment of your release, witnessing your vulnerability and surrender.

As your moans subsided and tears streamed down your face, he leaned in close, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and adoration. "You were absolutely breathtaking, my sweet girl," he said softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "You're mine, ___, body and soul. And I promise, I will always make you feel this pleasure. No one else will ever touch you like this, only me."

He gently kissed your forehead, his affectionate gesture a stark contrast to the intensity that just washed over you. "Rest for now, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "There's so much more I want to give you."

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ladykailitha · 4 months

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 9

Hey guys! I'm back. Sorry I missed posting on Sunday, but I was supposed to have internet in the new place on Friday, but didn't get it until today. So to make up for it, I'll post on Saturday.

And yes, WIP Wednesday is back this week, too.

Holy shit guys, I am sooo sorry! The last time I updated this story was way back in November. I've been sitting on fresh chapters for at least half that! I thought I had updated it since then but I guess not!

I guess be sure to reread the earlier chapters to remember where this one left off?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Steve wrote down his lie that he was going to tell Tommy and sealed it in an envelope. He handed it to Robin.

“Open that only when I tell to you,” he warned.

She nodded.

Steve had already called the Mayor to set up his first town hall meeting and encouraged Billy to do the same. He doubted Billy would do it. He liked that humans saw vampires as evil. He liked that the myths that surrounded vampire-kind was incorrect. He thought he could use it against humans.

Steve wasn’t so sure. It was like the cross he had been nailed to. Crosses were thought to have been talismans against vampires, not werewolves. And it wasn’t as though Steve was going to spill every secret about his pack.

He just wanted to clear up some misconceptions about werewolves.

When he showed up to the meeting he wasn’t surprised to see that Billy wasn’t there. But he was surprised to see Eddie and Wayne there. They could only answer questions about bitten vampires, but at least it was something.

“Thank you everyone for com–” Steve said.

Just then the double doors burst open and in walked two redheaded girls.

They couldn’t be more different from each other if they tried.

The oldest of the two girls, even though they stood at the same height wore preppy clothes. Her long curly, strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in an artfully messy ponytail. She looked every inch the cheerleader she was.

The younger of the girls had her bright red hair in braided pigtails. Her clothes were cute but eclectic. Her face was freckled and her smile was mischievous.

Beside him he heard Nancy let out a huff of laughter and Steve was tempted to do the same.

It appeared that Chrissy Cunningham and Max Mayfield either by the directive of their Dominus or not, had come to the meeting.

“My apologies, alpha Harrington,” Chrissy said. “I mixed up the time, I had hoped to arrive early rather than late.”

Max rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to talk so formally, it’s only Steve.”

There was a twittering of laughter from the crowd as the two girls made their way up the aisle to the stage. Steve reached out a hand to Chrissy and helped her to onto the stage. Max batted Steve’s hand when he offered it to her next.

She eyed it a moment and then leapt up to land on it as soft as a cat on her feet.

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

Max stuck out her tongue as there was a flurry of activity behind Steve to setup to more chairs for the vampire born.

Nancy and the two born stretched out on the left side of the stage while Steve and the two bitten vampires stretched out on the right side of the stage accidentally dividing it men and women.

Once everyone was situated Steve spoke again. “Welcome everyone. Thank you all for coming out to the first of what I hope to be many of these town hall meetings.”

The crowd stirred restlessly.

“Though they need no introduction,” Steve continued, “may I present, vampires Chrissy Cunningham, Max Mayfield, Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, and my female alpha, Nancy Wheeler.”

There was some muttering in the crowd, something dark. Steve shared a glance with Wayne, having both caught on to the undertow of anger.

But who were they angry at?

“Let’s get this started,” Steve said. “I had people write the question they wanted answered the most and Mayor Roberts has graciously offered to moderate for us tonight.”

Mayor Roberts handed him a stack of notecards with questions on them.

“Right, first question why does it say that a wooden stake to the heart would kill a vampire? Doesn’t that do that for everyone?”

Wayne and Chrissy shared a glance, and the she waved her hand at him for him to answer.

He broke off a piece of wood from a nearby structure and unbuttoned his shirt. He stared the audience square in the eye as he buried the makeshift stake into his chest.

The people in front of him gasped, while those behind him winced. He pulled the stake out and slowly the wound closed in upon itself without even so much as a drop of blood spilt.

Wayne tossed the makeshift stake at Chrissy and she slammed it on her arm, causing the wood to splinter everywhere as it shattered against her skin.

“Myth denied,” Max said with a grin.

Suddenly there was an uproar from the audience as they surged to their feet. Steve and Nancy chuckled into their hands, heads pressed together.

“What about other weapons?!” someone cried from the crowd, barely loud enough to be heard over the shouting of the crowd.

“You want to try it?” Wayne growled.

The person sat down hard and the room went silent.

“Silver weakens us, but doesn’t hurt us,” Wayne said. “Makes more like super humans instead of supernatural beings. Might prevent us from changing into our other forms. Yes, we have more than one. There was a wood long ago that could kill us if you stabbed us in the heart, but it has long since gone extinct.”

Chrissy smiled. “Like the Roman contraceptive of old, you mortals drove it to extinction because you used it in everything, thinking if it could kill us, then building houses, wagons, crosses, and yes even stakes out of it would protect you from us.”

Eddie was grateful that mortals couldn’t see him roll his eyes from that distance. Because no, the wood was not extinct, but he knew why Chrissy and his uncle were telling them that. No need to give them ammunition. Yew. The answer was yew. Planted in cemeteries and graveyards for over a millennia, it was a guard against the rising of the undead and nearly used to extinction.

It still is a rare tree and the ones that are left are closely protected. And if a couple of the keepers were vampires, who’s to say it isn’t for conservation reasons?

Steve looked over at him and winked. Eddie huffed out a laugh. Yeah, it seemed like Steve knew that too.

Wayne and Chrissy sat down and Steve stood back up.

“That one was a fun one,” Steve said with a grin. The audience stared up at him in disbelief. “Let’s get on to the next question. What is the purpose of a female alpha?”

Steve’s grin grew. “Sounds like a question for our Nancy Wheeler.” He handed the mic to her.

“Female alphas act as ‘mother’ to the pack,” she explained. “There are family units in each pack but just as the alpha male makes decisions for the whole pack as leader, he will come to the alpha female for advice to make sure he’s taking in all aspects of the situation. She’s co-leader. Often times the alpha female and male are bonded, but not necessarily. I’m not bonded to Steve for example.”

Someone raised their hand and Nancy called on them.

“Then how is female alpha chosen if they aren’t mates?” they asked.

“This is a question for our alpha male.” Nancy smiled and handed the mic back to Steve.

Steve laughed. “Most older alphas will pick their mate because it’s easier to counsel with someone you’re bonded to. Plus there is always the chance that your mate will be jealous if the alpha female isn’t her.”

There was some murmuring, but is sounded more like understanding then the anger when they first started.

“But in cases where the alpha isn’t bonded he will either pick someone who they are looking to bond with or the strongest female in the pack. In my case I picked the strongest female I could trust. And that was Nancy. She’s a capable leader and a good friend.”

Nancy blushed.

“And what happens when you do bond?” someone shouted from the crowd.

“That is something that would be discussed before hand,” Steve said. “If my mate even wants to be alpha female, then she would discuss it with Nancy. There is no rite of combat like there is with an alpha male.”

The real answer was that Nancy would be forced to step down and his mate would step up. But he wasn’t going to tell this group that. Also, it was a given that once Steve found someone else, anyone else Nancy would step down. She didn’t like being Steve’s alpha female. But she also knew the power vacuum that would have occurred if she hadn’t.

Because keeping Joyce as alpha female would have caused a rift between the alpha male and female that could have torn the pack asunder.

“Next question...” Steve said and continued to answer questions.

Yes, they couldn’t be one hundred percent truthful. Because they didn’t want to hand over the information about their weaknesses to their enemies, but good god, it felt good to dispel rumors like crosses and consecrated ground did nothing to vampires or werewolves. That werewolves weren’t limited to shape changing once a month, but that the forced change of the full moon was taxing on their bodies hence the need for schools and employers to give them moon days off.

Moon days were the day after the full moon where the very tired human form of the werewolf need to rest from the activities the night before.

The meeting had gone over so well, that the mayor, the president of the Hawkins Middle School PTA and the president of the teachers' union had all come up to him to ask him to do a more kid friendly version for the middle schoolers.

A fact that had him wanting to cheer and run to Robin to tell her how well it worked.

Before he left to do just that Chrissy came up to him and pressed an envelope into his hand.

"The Dominus sends his regards.”

Steve looked down at the envelope and tried hard not to snarl. It wasn’t Chrissy’s fault. She was just the messenger and very likely didn’t even know what was in the envelope. But Steve did.

He saw her and Max off before turning to look at the Munsons. He nodded their direction and Wayne nodded back. Steve had informed them of his and Robin’s plan before he enacted it.

Nancy looked between them with a frown creasing her forehead. Steve hadn’t told her what was going on yet and he felt the heat of her ire at being kept out of a loop she felt she shouldn’t have been kept out of.

Steve just shook his head at her. He would tell her when he was ready.

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twopoppies · 3 months

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You don’t have to publish the ask I just wanted to add my two cents. I think there are also a lot of outrageous claims re Ben on Twitter that aren’t proven or proven to come from unreliable/ manipulative sources. The only thing I could gather is that Ben, a Jew, loves Israel and posted one post about the war back in October where he also talked about a ceasefire and the desire that innocent civilians aren’t being attacked and harmed etc. on Twitter he also replied to a tweet that he for the record to make it clear obviously isn’t supporting genocide and apartheid etc. as far as I know he hasn’t said anything else for a while about the topic publicly now. We don’t know if he’s changed his mind on things or if him and Harry had open and challenging conversations. We have no idea.

Do I wish he’d take a stand? Sure, that’d be great!But I’m having a problem with false claims, lies and the dramatization that’s going on especially on Twitter calling Harry names based on too many unknown valuables regarding Ben and their potential discussions and Harry’s potential stand towards it all. Etc etc.

Hi, darling. Yes, I’ve seen a lot of jumping to conclusions floating around. And I do understand people’s anger and outrage and frustration.

From what I can tell, there’s also been some misunderstandings, For example, I saw this post

As far as I can tell, this youth group does nothing of the sort.

They do run programs to take teenagers to Israel, and 4 days out of that 5-week trip includes the option to stay at a military training ground (which is a weird, although very standard, part of these teen tours). However, the overall purpose of the trip itself is to create a love for and connection to Israel and being Jewish. Not to directly recruit members of the IDF.

While this concept is problematic in a number of ways, the above post is worded in an inflammatory way that unfortunately distorts the facts.

I don’t pay much attention to Ben unless I have to, so there may be other stuff he’s said/done that I’m not aware of, but I think it’s important to try and sift through information to separate fact from exaggeration.

It’s hard for people to see Harry not just work with people who haven’t called out the occupation and genocide, but to socialize with them, as well. And coupled with the fact that he hasn’t publicly said anything creates a some really negative and confusing feelings for a lot of his fans.

I know it’s very hard to try and remain fact-based when the horror of what’s happening in Gaza is very, very apparent. I know I’ve certainly been struggling with it. I’ve also seen many, many accusations thrown around about a lot of people that don’t have any proof attached to them.

I think one especially important point you made is that we don’t know if Harry has had open and challenging conversations with the people around him. I know that in dealing with people in my own life who are strong supporters of Israel, that this one on one type of conversation is the only way I’ve made any headway in opening their eyes. Cutting them out of my life without trying to do that first, would achieve nothing.

On a personal note, I really don’t want to have long conversations about this topic on my blog. I understand it’s very tempting to argue your side and share your opinions, but I have neither the time nor the energy to field that here. I’m sorry if that is upsetting to people.

#free palestine #ben winston

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Exposed 2 - j.q

hello loves! i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to write, i had major writers block with this. the ending is bad and it probably has so many mistakes but please enjoy, thank you for all the love x don’t forget to like and reblog, it means so much to me x

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after being off of social media for a week and only going into the public when you needed the essentials you finally decided it was time to look at your social media. you and Joseph had both been helping each other come to terms with what had actually occurred. you had both been violated and it was still a shock that someone had posted that footage without your knowledge and it disgusted you that you still had hardly any idea who it was except that it was a man and he was paparazzi.

you had deleted your social media apps because you knew you'd be tempted to look again and you honestly didn't want to face this just yet, but you knew you had to. there were so many celebrities that had been outed by the paparazzi and you hated that they could get away with it but you were going to allow it to happen to you.

you were going to find out who posted that video, where they got the video from and deal with this professionally. Joseph had gone out, finally, because he had to go see some of his mates and then go see his mum and dad for the first time after the video was released. you and Joseph were lucky. both of your families had reacted somewhat well to this incident. they had obviously been on your side 100% and were shocked to even hear about the video- luckily none of them had seen it but they understood the general gist of it due to so many comments being made about it in the media.

all your social media apps had downloaded and you finally logged in to them all and were shocked to see how many notifications you actually had. your twitter and instagram especially had millions and millions of comments and posts defending you after some of the horrific comments made about you and you couldn't believe the amount of support you were getting.

there were accounts made in support of you, so many comments made under your instagram posts and twitter posts and you just couldn't help but get emotional. never in your life did you feel so loved by your fans and you couldn't believe it.

you first looked through your most recent instagram post which had the most comments under it- you were shocked. boys, girls and adults were all there appreciating you, your body and how well you were coping with this scandal. the main comments you read were:

this girl is so strong! imagine you were just doing what normal couples do and then you get degraded for enjoying yourself. she's so much better than me because i would be throwing a fit. this shows how professional she is. love her!

could never imagine what to do in a situation like this but we are all on your side y/n. no one deserves to be publicly humiliated and slut shamed. ignore the haters bby you looked good ;)

y/n isn't a slut for having sex! Joseph isn't a God for having sex! of you have this narrative in your mind then you are crazy😟

y/n is a true celebrity- she's done the right thing. she's taken herself out of social media to deal with this the right way and it's so commendable!

seeing Joseph write a statement on instagram even though he doesn't run his account just shows how much love be has for her. he's defending her and ignoring the fact that he's being praised. he's a true boyfriend and the two of them together are *chefs kiss*.

you are so amazing y/n! don't worry about anyone else just focus on you!

reading y/n's statement actually broke my heart. the fact that she apologised for being publicly shamed is so fucking sad. no one should ever feel like they have to apologise for that. we love you y/n!

the comments continued and you couldn't believe it. Joseph had posted on instagram and spoken out about it? Joseph didn't really like social media so his management team ran his account but hearing that he posted just for you melted your heart. you checked his instagram and saw the little black post with a long paragraph with it. you read it and felt the tears which had already filled your eyes streak down your face:

we all know why i am making this post, its because me and y/n were exposed in the worst way imaginable. to be real with everyone that didn't hurt me. the worst thing was seeing the effect it had on my beautiful girlfriend y/n. y/n is one of the strongest people i know and seeing her so heartbroken and embarrassed broke me. me and y/n have been together for two years and i've never ever seen her like this. the disgusting amount of comments that were made about her body, her looks and just her in general shocked me because i never knew how brutal some of you could be. seeing her be slut shamed and seeing her scrolling through the crazy amount of hateful comments and seeing the hurtful look on her face broke me even more. how come she gets slut shamed when we were both doing the same activity. y/n is the kindest being on this earth- not once have i ever seen her lose her temper with a fan or someone in her family and seeing people be horrible to her was so hurtful. please remember to be respectful and kind - Joe

after reading this you knew. you knew Joseph was the one for you and you would never ever leave him. he was the purest soul on this earth and he went onto social media and posted this just for you. Joseph truly was the best boyfriend in the entire world and you honestly wouldn't know what to do without him.

Joseph was with Wesley, his best friend, in some random pub which was practically surrounded by paparazzi who were bombarding him with questions. questions about you, questions about how he's feeling about just all around invasive questions that weren't going to be answered. Joseph and you both loved your privacy. your relationship wasn't a secret- obviously- but it was private.

you both only posted each other when you felt comfortable and that was final. practically everyone who knew you and Joseph had seen the video except your family. people who didn't even know who you and Joseph were had seen the video but watched with sympathy as they realised you were publicly humiliated and were exposed without your knowledge.

"how are you doing mate?" Wesley said as he took a sip of his beer. Joseph sighed and rubbed his neck before fiddling with the ring on his finger. "i'm alright mate. i mean my dick is out in the world which is one thing i didn't think would happen this year but what can i do?" he tried to joke, but Wesley didn't laugh.

he was just as disgusted that you'd both been publicly humiliated and he felt sorry for his friend who was obviously embarrassed at the fact his body was on display for the world to see. "have you guys found out who's done it yet?" it was a no. you had absolutely no idea who had posted that video and the police were still trying to track it down.

"nah mate. no clue. all we know is it was someone from the paparazzi which i don't think there's much we can do now anyway. it's out there, millions and millions of people have seen it so. i don't know, i just feel so bad for y/n. she's had a lot more backlash then i have and it's really affecting her. she's closed all the curtains in the house so no one can see inside and she's also looking at new houses because the paparazzi know where we live and she doesn't want that"

Wesley sighed. the paparazzi and hate had really broke you. "it's scary mate. they're all outside now photographing you. you can barely catch a break. i don't know how-" Wesley was cut off by by three girls, all around the same age coming up to the table where they were sat.

"excuse me, we just wanted to come up to you and say how sorry we are for what's happened to you and y/n. it's horrible to be publicly humiliated like that and what the media is saying about you both is terrible" Joseph and Wesley looked at each other and then back at the girls. Joseph was uncomfortable. very uncomfortable.

he knew these girls were just trying to be nice but to be approached when he least expected it just have him anxiety and he didn't know how to react. "oh, urm. thank you, that's really nice of you to say" he said, scratching the back of his neck. it was an obvious sign he was uncomfortable.

"that's okay. it was nice to meet you Joseph" one of the girls said, smiling sweetly at him before they all walked back to their table. "well that was very awkward" Wesley said with a small smirk on his face. "even hearing people talk about it makes me uncomfortable. maybe i should apologise-" "no mate, i was just joking. you handled it fine" Joseph hated that this happened to the two of you.

even seeing tabloids in the news and posts about it on social media just made him wanna crawl up into a ball and never come out. after the encounter with the three girls, Wesley decided it was best to change the topic of conversation. to be realistic there wasn’t much to talk about apart from the tape so they didn’t stay at the pub for much longer.

the amount of paparazzi outside of the pub had almost doubled when they both decided it was best to leave and Joseph’s anxiety was through the roof. “cmon Joseph you can do this” he whispered to himself as he put on his sunglasses before walking out of the pub with Wesley right behind him but he walked the opposite way to his car, not even getting to say goodbye to his best friend because of how many people there were surrounding him.

they walked out of the pub with the flashes automatic starting, they were almost blinding. “so Joseph how’s y/n?” “are you embarrassed?” “are you and y/n still having sex?” “are you going to break up with y/n?” “is y/n doing bad Joseph? we haven’t seen her” “is it upsetting that you don’t know who’s posted this video?”

the amount of questions added on with the flashing lights gave him a headache. the questions were just invasive and he couldn’t handle it anymore. he was at his car when one question in particular made him snap “Joseph how does it feel being associated with such a slut like y/n? i mean, we never knew she was like that so she most definitely is sleeping around with different men. does that bother you Joseph? that maybe your size isn’t satisfying your girlfriend? i mean, y/n isn’t that pretty and i’m surprised you’re still with her, she’s a slut” “also how do you feel about people talking about you and your body? is it affecting you in any way that people are calling you small?” Joseph wasn’t one for violence but in that moment he’d never wanted to punch someone more.

“can you all just fuck off? you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. y/n is beautiful i doubt she’d get a modelling contract if she wasn’t and the fact you’re talking about her in that way makes me so angry. she’s done absolutely nothing wrong. she’s most definitely not sleeping around and she’s not a slut. i don’t know why there is this narrative that she’s a slut just because we were having sex. and for your last question i don’t give a fuck about what people are saying about me when they’re coming so harshly for my girlfriend. you lot are the reason why so many celebrities hate coming out into the world because we get bombarded with invasive questions. now fuck off, seriously” he said, opening his car door and finally pulling out of the pub car park.

he couldn’t believe it, for the first time he’d snapped at the paparazzi and he couldn’t help but feel relieved. he finally stood up for you in person instead of over the phone on an instagram post.

you didn’t even realise Joseph had got home until you felt his hand on your shoulder, stroking it softly. “hi sweetheart” he kissed your forehead and then walked around the sofa so he could sit next to you. “hi Joey. how was Wesley?” you asked, placing your phone next to you so he could have your full attention.

“he was good. paparazzi are everywhere. i had a disagreement with one of them which you will probably see later” he laughed making you smile at him. “why? what were they saying?” you were always curious and this time was no different. he sighed, looking over at you with a sympathetic smile on his face. “just horrible things about you sweetheart. you don’t even wanna know. i think maybe we should look for a new house-”

Joseph was interrupted by both of your phones were buzzing with phone calls, messages and social media posts. you picked up your phone and saw it was Tom calling you. you looked at Joseph who nodded for you to answer it. “hi Tom, is everything-” “they found him! the police found out who posted your video and he’s been taken into custody. they are trying their best to erase the video off of the internet but that may take a bit longer but they’ve got him y/n.” your eyes filled with tears as you heard the news.

he’d been caught. the tears which filled your eyes fell down your cheeks silently as you carried on listening to Tom talk. “they found a full tape of you two on his hard drive and he was going to threaten you with posting the whole thing but they got him in time. the hard drive has been broken so no one can see the tape” you felt relieved. Joseph wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. “that’s great news Tom, thank you” Joseph said before they said their goodbyes.

“they got him baby” Joseph whispered, kissing your forehead as you sobbed. you didn’t realise how much this had actually affected you and the wait just made everything worse. “i told you they would didn’t i? we don’t have to worry about it anymore” he said as you kissed him passionately. he’d stuck with you through this whole situation and you were so grateful for him. “you handled it so well love, you should be really proud of yourself” he kissed you again, you just couldn’t describe the feeling you felt with this tape not being accessible now. you were grateful, grateful that this whole tape was gone and it couldn’t hurt you anymore. now all you needed to do was try ignore what people were saying and focus on you and Joseph, that was the lost important thing. him.

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solfirafira · 2 years

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Make Your Life Easier

and take some time this weekend and follow these steps to make sure you don’t need to do more work than needed with the IFTTT tool :>

Summary: Post teaches you 1. How to automatically make a video embed post on tumblr everytime you go live on twitch, and 2. How to keep your discord community updated on your tumblr activities so that they’re not missing out!

FIRST

if you’ve never used IFTTT before, here’s a quick refresher!

IFTTT stands for If This, Then That. Basically, it’s a no-code way of telling platforms what to do and how to do it so that tasks are accomplished without you ever having to think about it.

There are two sections to this:

Naturally, If This runs first. Then That runs next.

Both of these sections can be any platform action that IFTTT supports. In our case, we want Twitch, Tumblr, and Discord to be supported. Thankfully, it does!

Ingredients are a core aspect of IFTTT and they represent the various elements of the specified platform. If you click “Add Ingredient” you can see the range of options to choose from and customize. In regards to Twitch, this would be things like when the stream started, what game’s being played, the channel name, etc. All these things are considered Ingredients which are used in your “recipe” to create the final result.

Let’s put this into practice and start with our first example:

Twitch to Tumblr

Here’s the command I’ve created:

I’ve set this up so that everytime I go live on twitch, I want it to make a Go Live post on tumblr without me ever having to log into tumblr and make a post mid-stream.

I’ve also set mine to wait 1hr30 before posting because I like to chat with my viewers for a bit, y’know catch up with them etc. before jumping straight into the game but that’s just me.

The twitch section is self-explanatory. You just connect your twitch account if you haven’t already. There are other scenarios here so feel free to experiment!

As for the tumblr section..

As you can see, HTML is accepted in the caption section so if you wanna jazz it up even more, feel free! For me, I didn’t like that ChannelUrl would post an ifttt link so I forced it to include a direct link to my twitch channel instead.

That’s about it for that applet. Just make sure the little slider shows as Connected and you’re good to go!

NEXT..

Tumblr to Discord

Method 1

The link: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/4421081082775-Discord-Webhooks

Method 2

So what I’ve done here is a basic command where I’ve specified it to only post in a specific discord channel when I textpost on tumblr with a specific tag in order to avoid spamming it with countless reblogs. Basically have it act as a second twitter so my community can keep up with the essentials!

This is how I’ve set up the tumblr section, note the specific tag included:

And then here’s how I set up the discord section. I will say it was tempting to include other things like PostTitle and PostTags so do note those options and more are available to you (by clicking Add Ingredient), but for my purposes I felt less was more in this circumstance:

This is what my #tumblr discord channel looks like:

And you’re done! Just like the previous applet, make sure the little slider shows as Connected and you’re good to go!

#ifttt #vtuber tips #vtuber resources #vtuber uprising #envtuber #fira tips #twitch to tumblr #tumblr to discord

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yukidragon · 1 year

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I don't know why, but I'm very sure that Ian's end will be that of the typical celebrity who can't forget his first love, womanizer, never has children and spends most of the with hateful behavior towards others but changes drastically in the public eye.

God! I can imagine a scenario where Ian is acting and sees a boy who looks like Alice, in case regrets from the past, follow the child and he finds out that the child is Alice's son, How Ian would he react to it? I'm sure he couldn't go on anymore

That’s a sad, but possible outcome if Ian never learns to let go of Alice and move on with his life. He’s certainly trying his hardest to cling to the security and comfort of nostalgia where she was his rock, his champion who loved and forgave him no matter what...

Given how Ian was tempted to cheat even while (presumably) very happy in a loving committed relationship, I do think it’s likely that he’ll wind up sleeping around. It’s so much easier to give in after the first time, especially when he’s painfully lonely and aching for love and pleasure.

I’m still debating if Ian was sexually active or not after the break up even while he’s still trying to win Alice back in Sunshine in Hell.

On the one hand Ian is hurting, lonely, and needing comfort for what he lost. He’s not in a relationship now, and Alice even told him that he can sleep around with all the hot models at his new school that he wants when she ended things between them. She basically gave him permission to do it... but it’s not a new relationship! And Ian isn’t strong like Alice is... and maybe if he “satisfies his manhood” while they’re broken up, he’ll never be tempted to cheat again...

On the other hand, Ian could just as easily be repulsed by the idea and racked with guilt at even the thought of it since it’s what made his relationship come crashing down around them.

Plus, I’ve heard that a lot of the excitement in affairs comes from the forbidden aspect of it all. Ian and MC living together and having sex was something “forbidden,” at least as far as his mother was concerned, and he really didn’t want people to know what they do. He might be turned on by the taboo nature...

Honestly, I am inclined towards the former. I can see Ian justifying it as a “necessary evil” of sorts to get out these urges, a way to “fix” what went wrong... and hot sex certainly is a vice many use to distract themselves from painful feelings they don’t want to feel...

After all the lengths Ian goes to in order to try and fix his relationship with Alice and get back with her... In a positive outcome, he finally learns to let go and accept the loss of their relationship and that some things can’t be fixed. In a negative outcome, he just can’t let go, even if he as a loss for what else he can do and otherwise gives up.

Ian dislikes loud parties. Likely he is and introvert, which would be the type of person who struggles with crowds. In order to make it as a model and actor, he had to learn to be able to handle all eyes on him, all the attention. The positive attention feels good, but also overwhelming. He has to be this pleasant persona in front of everyone, and wearing a persona can be exhausting when you’re introvert.

Over time it gets easier to wear the smile in front of the crowds, to be whatever persona that would advance his career best on the advice of his agent. No doubt Ian’s shy nature would be part of his persona now, this down to earth and wholesome sweet celebrity who can be a little shy at times, adding to his charm. A part of that public-facing image he presents is apparently as someone who doesn’t date, if an older teaser image is any indication.

Credit as always to Sauce for this fun mock screenshot that was publicly posted on their now closed twitter. As always, I want to kindly ask people not to repost any of the privately posted content from the SnaccPop Studios Patreon. Let’s give them the support and respect they deserve, okay?

Being a womanizer would be bad for this sort of wholesome image that Ian is presenting as an actor and model. This means that at all sexual encounters have to be kept on the down low, secretive. If “forbidden” things is his kink though, he might enjoy those illicit moments all the more.

Still... an Ian who hasn’t let go of the past, the nostalgia and safety of his childhood friend turned lover, wouldn’t help but pine for those days when he had someone who knew him better than anyone... who gave him so much. How can he not check up on Alice’s social media from time to time? Maybe even a bit more often than he should...

Maybe Ian does manage to stop, at least for a while, to try and forget. Alice ended things definitively. There’s no more hope to cling onto. He needs to move on, even if his heart won’t fully let him. The people he secretly sleeps with are nice, and the sex is thrilling and hot, but he doesn’t feel that same level of love, trust, and intimacy. It all feels so hollow...

On one day off, Ian goes incognito to a park that he and Alice used to play in as children. It’s a place that’s close to her family home and drips of nostalgia. He can imagine those days when they played together. A part of him considers stopping by the King house, but he shakes the urge off, knowing it would only bring him more pain. He lost his relationship with her family too...

There are children playing in the park, with some adults not too far away keeping an eye on them. It’s all so nostalgic. Strangely, certain children draw Ian’s attention, though he isn’t sure why. One is a boy, maybe around 6 or 7... a first grader perhaps? The same year he and Alice met. Maybe that’s why he is reminded of her as he watches this boy play with his friends.

It’s strange why this boy reminds Ian of Alice so much - the child has brown hair for starters. Maybe it’s those blue eyes? They’re not the same shade, but the way they crinkle when the boy laughs reminds Ian of Alice and the way she looked when she laughed.

That’s when Ian hears it, a voice from his past that he could never forget, no matter how hard he tries. He’s far enough away from the playground that she doesn’t notice him, but he can’t miss her and the way she shines.

Alice calls over her eldest son, who reluctantly ends the game he was playing with his cousins. The trip back to her family home had been a fun visit for her and her children, but it was starting to get late and it’s time for dinner. Holding her hand at her side is a little girl with curly dark hair and dark eyes who looks similar to the little boy. Her stomach sticks out more than it used to, unmistakably full with another child on the way.

Alice is beautiful, heartbreakingly so. She looks so happy, glowing with life as she pulls her son into a hug and asks him if he had fun. She’s matured by this point, with a warm, motherly aura, but he can still see traces of the little girl who once asked Ian through a puppet if he wanted to be friends. He can also see the awkward teenager she became who he had a crush on, the tired college student who adored him and would do anything for him... the partner who loved him so much once upon a time.

Ian has to talk to her. He can’t hold himself back. He can’t let this opportunity slip away from him. However, he only starts to stand up when he hears a voice beside his ear... in his head? It’s a man’s voice, low and dangerous... warning him to stay away from Alice. There’s a chill to it that seeps in deeper than his bones to his very soul...

Alarmed, Ian whips his head around, but sees only the branches of the tree behind the park bench swaying in the breeze. It was a warm spring day, but the air felt so cold now that he can’t help but shiver.

By the time Ian turns back to where Alice was, she’s already leaving. Joining her and her children are more adults - a couple of her siblings who also have grown up, he now realizes - and other children, a big crowd that warns him away from approaching her. He knows he can’t approach her now, not after everything, and not in front of so many people who might see him break down.

It forces Ian to watch from a distance, his heart breaking as he clutches the half-heart necklace that he still can’t bring himself to get rid of. Alice looks so happy talking with her family, her children... Is she talking with the air too? Sometimes she looks up and away from the others at a particular spot, and so do her children. Something about that spot of air feels cold even as far away as he is... dangerous... warning him from approaching them.

By the time Ian gathers up the courage to try anyway, the entourage have already left. He knows he could follow - hell, they probably all went to the King family home. He knows the way there from here by heart!

Unfortunately the idea of confronting Alice and her family... after seeing her so happy with a family of her own...

But... but maybe it’s not what it seems! Maybe Alice just got chubbier than Ian last saw her, got into bad habits without him! Maybe the child that ran up to her and called her “mommy” so enthusiastically was calling someone else while giving his aunt a hug. The little girl was probably a niece as well. Alice has so many siblings, there’s no end to how many nieces and nephews she might have since he lost touch!

Alice couldn’t have really moved on with someone new, right? That “Jack” person from her socials years ago... that was just a fictional boyfriend she made up, right? A fantasy to fill the void in her heart just like sleeping with other people filled the void in Ian’s?

Alice... couldn’t have forgotten Ian. She couldn’t have found someone else to love, marry, and have kids with... just like they talked about when they were together before his stupid mistake tore their world apart.

Alice couldn’t love someone else the way she loved Ian... not when he couldn’t love anyone else the way that he loved her.

Ian has nightmares that night, of watching helplessly from a distance as Alice happily lives her life with adorable children who call her “mommy” and a large husband with blue (brown?) hair who keeps giving her wide warm smiles and loving kisses... occasionally shooting him secret vicious smirks.

It’s torture, but that same haunting voice reminds Ian that he only has himself to blame for being so worthless... for not really loving Alice the way she deserved. The best thing he could do for her and himself would be to leave her alone and never even think about trying to take her away from this new family who loved her far more than he ever could...

The man who just kissed Alice - Jack - the same figure as those drawings she made, talks to Ian directly. He makes sure that Ian knows that whatever Ian feels for Alice isn’t love. Someone who loves her, truly loves her would never make her suffer as he did.

Alice is happy now. Don’t ruin this for her, Jack, or their children.

Ian wakes up in the middle of the night, shaken by his nightmare. In the dark of his room, he can only cry and mourn over losing someone who brightened his life like a ray of sunshine... knowing that he only has himself to blame for how cold and dark his life has become.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art

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lumineescente · 7 months

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Seungjin drabble (slowtober challenge)

hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i’m posting on twitter a seungjin au per word

I’m late in the updating on tumblr but for the seventh days (october 19th - 21st) the word was “ghost”

i was extremely tempted to write angst i'm not gonna lie, but i decided not to (because it is seungjin and they deserve all the sweetest thing in the world and no angst unless there is comfort) so i went on the other side of it - no pun intended there - and go for something very fun!

if you know new girl you'll recognize my inspiration btw

this is just a silly love confession gone wrong, haunted house funfair are involved and accidental hitting too!

oh btw when i'm done with this challenge i'll hold a little poll on twitter to see which drabble should be written as a whole fic!! so if you like it, you might want to follow this:) (or not) (like it's up to you)

and i keep forgetting to thanks everyone for their time hehe<3 i appreciate every likes!

AND if you enjoyed this challenge who is now over you can vote on this form for your favorite that I’ll be writing into a full fic on ao3! (“soumettre” is “submit” btw)

if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here

In Hyunjin’s opinion the funfair is more lame than fun, but he is here for Seungmin and it goes way above and beyond any lame thing he can attend. Even if it means ruining his Halloween night, and bringing all his friends into his doom, because Seungmin got this stupid job in a haunted house. The overwhelming romantic feelings, and painfully one sided, he has for his best friend of several years has obviously nothing to do with these kind of decision. Never. No matter what Minho would say about it. Or Felix, or Jisung.

Anyway, he twitches in his halloween costume. Way before this whole situation happened, Hyunjin had decided to make his costume a bit funnier than usual, when they were supposed to celebrate it in the warmth of a house, and had picked a slutty nurse costume. Except now the skirt is definitely way too short for his liking, showing too much of his legs and the autumn night has no mercy on his skin. He could have changed when he had known the plan would, but Hyunjin is terribly stubborn.

Parents of young children are looking at him with horrified eyes, he stands a bit taller in his costume. Although he is not sure if it is the slutty or the skirt part that horrifies them, he can bet that they would have been less upset about it if he had been dressed as a man. Fuck them.

“You look very sexy,” he hears Seungmin’s voice say to him.

“I’m also very cold,” he answers.

Seungmin sits down in front of him. Hyunjin is holding on to a cup of hot beverage like his life depends on it, maybe it does though. Seungmin is dressed as a ghost, well not like the easy kind, with just a white sheet or anything. For such a little funfair and a haunted house that is so tacky Minho has already told them he had went two times and had not been scared once, the make up artists and costumers are very good.

Hyunjin is a scaredy cat, he would rather die than enter the haunted house, it can be as predictable as possible he knows he will end up on the floor crying, so he would rather wait outside for Seungmin to be done.

“I have a coat that I don’t use,” Seungmin tells him, “does not suit the vibe very much, plus it’s hot in the house.”

Hyunjin shakes his head.

“Then die in the cold,” his best friend flatly says.

“Hey! Being sexy comes with a price.”

“You’d be sexy fully covered or dressed as a pumpkin, what you wear does not matter.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, “sexy pumpkin? Is that your thing?”

Seungmin blushes. Hyunjin can not see it under his make up but he knows him well enough to guess it. He feels proud of himself for that, if he can not do anything about his one-sided attraction at least he knows him better than anyone else, and knows exactly what to say at what time. So there is that.

“That’s not…” Seungmin stutters, “don’t be stupid! I’m just complimenting you.”

Hyunjin blinks several time, registering exactly what all of this meant. It is not unusual for Seungmin and him to compliment each other, even on their apparences. Well Hyunjin could never spend a day without telling Seungmin how handsome he looks (he makes sure not to make him uncomfortable of course), but there is something different in the tone of his voice. An embarrassment, or maybe it is the term that he has used. Hyunjin’s not sure.

“You think I’m sexy,” he says, “all the time.”

“Yeah, of course. You are so attractive it’s stupid, not that it’s the only thing that I like about you.”

Maybe the cold has frozen all his braincells, maybe but he does not react at all and Seungmin looks away.

“Sorry, forget about it,” he mutters, “I gotta go back to work, break is over.”

Hyunjin opens his mouth but nothing comes out and before he can do anything else Seungmin is gone. He stays still for a moment, trying to process what he has just heard.

“Hey,” Felix says.

His costume is way too complicated for the place they are, a cosplay from some video game he enjoys so much, and he struggles to sit down on the spot Seungmin has just left. He moves his hand in front of Hyunjin’s eyes when he has no answer, “Earth to Hyunjin?” he adds.

“Felix,” Hyunjin says in a very low voice that startles the latter, “is it possible that… maybe, Seungmin likes me?”

Felix’s hat almost drops off his head as he lets out the longest and deepest sigh he has ever had, “woh, the question is more is it possible that Seungmin does not like you? And the answer is no, by the way.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin asks, confused, “what do you mean?”

“Well I’m sorry to break it to you but you know every time you came to me crying because of your one sided feelings for Seungmin? They never were one sided.”

“Why didn’t you tell me??”

Hyunjin stands up, suddenly getting the control of his body back. The beverage falls down on the table spilling hot chocolate everywhere but he does not care.

“Hey! I tried! Don’t blame the messenger, you both are so oblivious it’s stupid and also kind of entertaining.”

“Fuck,” Hyunjin mutters already not listening to whatever Felix is saying, “I’ll be back.”

Without thinking he starts running toward the hunting house. There’s no need for a ticket since they paid to enter the place in the first place. He probably scares a bunch of kids and outraged some more parents but if he starts to think he will back down and he can not because Seungmin now is probably thinking that Hyunjin rejected him or something.

He regrets it immediately when he enters the house and the lights are shut down and the floor is cracking under his feet and he hears laughter in the echo, and screaming. His blood turns cold in his veins, he makes one step forward but something sticky touches him on the shoulder and he screams, painfully aware at how much skin is out to be touched. He wants to cry.

He is a man on a mission, so he does not and goes on, yelling for Seungmin’s name a bit louder every time something scares him (every two seconds).

Weird things are touching him, the floor is either too viscous or too thin, moving or painfully still, he tries not to lose his balance as fear entirely flood his brain. The noises are too loud between the children screaming in fear and the scary music and sounds everywhere. In theory he knows every trap he encounters are made up but it still works every time.

He enters a new room and feel a hand catching his shoulder and he does not think as he screams and pushes back. He hears a loud noise that has nothing to do with the haunted house, and a bunch of curses, and suddenly two people catch him and hold him on the ground. He tries to fight back but their hold is too strong. The lights are blueish in the room and his eyes have finally being used to the obscurity.

“Seungmin, are you okay?” someone says panic in their voice.

Hyunjin’s brain focuses back. In the side of the room he sees a silhouette getting up from the floor, helped by another one.

“Yeah, I’m fine I just hit my head on the side.”

“Oh my god,” he stutters, “I’m so sorry.”

The two people over him hold even tighter, he let out a scream of pain.

“Seungmin, it’s me,” he mutters, “fuck, I’m so sorry I just got scared!”

“Hyunjin?!”

He sighs as he recognize Seungmin’s voice.

“It’s me, are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

“You can let him go,” Seungmin tells the two persons.

They seem unwilling to agree to that.

“Please,” Hyunjin whimpers, overwhelmed by the entire situation and the fact that he still is terrified by the whole haunted house. “I’m really sorry.”

Eventually they do and Seugmin goes to his side, “why are you here? Hyunjin this is so…”

“I like you! Like more than a friend.”

He hates himself this is the worst way to confess to his long time crush. After hurting him and in the middle of a haunted house, in front of obviously very judgmental people right now. He can not blame them for that. Seungmin stares in disbelief.

“Is this why you pushed me?”

“No! This is because I was scared, I’m still very scared.”

Seungmin shakes his head but he faintly hears him laugh.

“Okay, I’m going to take a break and get checked by a doctor, okay?”

Everyone agrees to that. He then stares once again at Hyunjin who is still lying down on the floor.

“I’m wondering if you deserve to finish the haunted tour by yourself or…”

“I’m really sorry,” he repeats.

Seungmin extends a hand that he grabs and gets up.

“Fine,” he tells him, “but that’s because I like you like more than a friend too.”

The sparkles that Hyunjin feels in his heart manage to make the scary atmosphere fade away. Seungmin still holds his hand and he feels warm. He gets closer to him. Maybe the funfair is not that lame.

#my writing #seungjin #drabble #slowtober challenge #word;ghost #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #skz drabble #stray kids drabble #hwangseung #luminee:slowtober challenge

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idrellegames · 2 years

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I'm not quite sure where this falls in your ask guidelines, so please ignore if you prefer!

I admire you as a creator and you always give very well-thought answers, so I was curious about your feelings engaging with the public? I'm writing my own interactive fiction but I'm conflicted about sharing it; on one hand, I love how transparent the process is and as a fan getting to participate has been really cool and it's led to some amazing communities, but on the other interacting as a creator just seems kind of daunting? Draining?? It just seems like a LOT I guess.

No worries at all, I’m happy to help!

Public engagement (and social media management in general) is an important part of being an independent creator. When your work is centred online, folks are only going to be interested if you build some kind of presence. How much time you invest in it will greatly depend on how much time you want to devote to it (because it does take a lot of time) and also how comfortable you are. Different creators will have different levels of comfort for interactions with fans.

For me, the social media management is one of the most fun parts of my job. I wouldn’t do it this way if I wasn’t having fun. I love hearing from players, I love seeing reactions to the game, especially as folks find new paths they didn’t think were there. But there are downsides, too: for every positive ask I get, there’s a negative one lurking around the corner. There are negative reviews and ratings on my itch.io page. I have folks dump criticism in my bug report form (that’s not what it’s for). I get repeat asks about things that I have already responded to public and documented clearly on my blog or the game page itself.

I have a few base rules for handling social media and interactions with the playerbase:

1. Set boundaries and stick to them. You might be tempted to respond to everything, but for the sake of your own mental health, set boundaries. Figure out what kind of questions you don’t want to answer and write it down. I have mine listed here (no NSFW asks, no RO react asks).

Don’t feel like you need to sort out everything right away; you can always update your ground rules. If you receive a message that crosses your boundaries, delete it.

2. Set aside time to do social media management and don’t answer anything outside that time. This one’s really important, otherwise you will get overwhelmed. Social media management is work. For me, some asks are really easy to answer; others take upwards of 30 minutes or an hour (advice, tutorials, etc). If you feel like you need to respond to something as soon as you receive it, you’re never going to have time for yourself.

3. Be selective about what social media apps you use. I primarily use tumblr and Discord because that’s where I’m comfortable. While I do have Twitter and Instagram, I post very infrequently there because I don’t particularly like them and I don’t have to time to figure out how to use them accordingly for my project. While I’m sure I could grow a Wayfarer community on either platform, I don’t have time to manage tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, and Discord*.

*If you're making a ChoiceScript game, I would consider your Choice of Games forum thread social media management.

4. Prepare for common questions. More than one person is going to have the same question. When this happens, prepare a post you can link the asker to so you don't need to type out the same answer every time.

This is why I have the Troubleshooting Game Launch & Save Errors post on my itch.io community forum.

Making a clear FAQ also helps with this; if in doubt, just link them the FAQ.

5. Get help managing your accounts. You won’t need this right away, but if you find you’re getting overwhelmed, ask for help. My development blog is a sideblog, which made it easy to add a friend to help me manage my inbox and queue. I also have a moderator team on Discord who handle the more intimidating interactions with members. I rarely do moderation myself because as a creator, it’s best I stay a few steps removed from the action; my view of what’s going on is always going to be biased in my favour.

6. Don’t answer when you’re angry or annoyed. You’re going to receive a lot of weird shit in your messages, especially if you accept anonymous asks on tumblr.

(You can always turn off anon. I like to keep anon on because my blog is the main way to contact me and I’d like to stay open for players who don’t have tumblr accounts or who are too shy to send a public ask.)

Most of the time, I delete messages that are genuinely upsetting. People who send hate asks are trolls looking to get a reaction out of you; I like to deny them the satisfaction of knowing they "got" to me.

But if I do need to respond, I usually give myself a few days to settle down before I reply. Sometimes I’m misinterpreting what the sender is saying, or I took it more negatively than it was intended. There’s always a genuine human being on the other end of an ask, and I don’t know what their life is like or what they’re going through. I try my best to treat them with grace (though sometimes this can be difficult and I'm snappier than I intend to be, especially if they're asking a question I've already answered, breaks my guidelines, or whose answer is easily available on my blog or game page).

7. It’s OK to delete and block, no matter the reason. If someone is harassing you, if they’re being particularly annoying with repeat asks, or if you’re getting messages that leave a bad taste in your mouth, delete it and block the sender. On tumblr, blocking an anonymous ask will block the sender’s IP address so they can’t send public or anon messages anymore*.

*Sometimes it glitches on desktop and I have to use mobile instead.

8. It’s OK not to answer everything. I struggled with this one the most when I first started my blog. I felt like to create a community, I had to answer everything, even the asks I wasn’t comfortable answering. But it’s not your responsibility to answer everyone all the time. An ask (or any social media message) is just a question, and it’s within your rights to decline to answer.

If you’re just starting out, most of the above is not going to apply right away. But a good rule of thumb to go by is to never do more than you’re comfortable.

If your game is new or you're just starting out, I have a few other pieces of advice that may be helpful:

1. It takes time to build a community. It takes a long time. I’ve had my blog since 2019 and it’s only in the past year that it’s started to really grow. Don’t rush it. Focus on your game first, then the playerbase.

2. Focus on your game above all else. You can’t build a community if you don’t have playable content. If you want folks to engage with you, you need to have an existing game. I made my dev blog before I had a working demo, but my dev blog floundered for about two years before I had enough publicly playable material for folks to start to take an interest. If I was doing this over again, I would make a sizable public demo* before starting a blog or any related social media.

*By sizable, I mean more than a prologue and a character creator. You want players to spend enough time playing your game so they have a good sense of your world and who their MC is. Ideally, you want your first public demo to fully set up your MC, the world, an initial companion character and/or characters, and also feel like a complete experience. Don’t have your demo just end because you’re rushing to get something out. You have one shot at making an impression; don’t leave players hanging on an awkward note. Your first demo should end with the completion of your game’s first major story beat. Give players something more significant to do than choosing what their MC looks like.

3. Character asks/prompts (RO react asks and related) are often a waste of time. While these types of asks can help generate interest in your game (especially in the interactive fiction tumblr sphere), they are usually a waste of time and reveal too much information, too soon. While it’s good to give players a taste of what’s to come and things to be excited about, in-depth character asks can spoil the experience of a character before that character is introduced in the game itself.

More importantly, if you find you’re spending more time doing social media management and answering character asks than working on your game, then you need to switch gears. More game content = more community building. Asks are secondary to that.

Don’t fall into the trap of wanting or needing engagement to be able to create.

4. Don’t do more than you’re comfortable. You don’t need social media to make a successful IF game. If you feel like it’s too much at any point, it’s OK to take a step back.

I’m not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I hope it helps! Good luck on your project. 💕

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🏳️‍🌈 WeHo Trans Nights: Chapter 1 (Bianca Del Rio / Kylie Sonique Love ; Multi) - Imafuckinglibra

A/N : Happy fucking pride, that’s it. I don’t care if the month’s almost over, this mini-series is my pride gift to you all and ngl myself. This was pure, unapologetic, self-indulgent smut that I wanted to exist and you know what, I am really proud of it. And yes, I pinky promise there will be art that follows for this next queue, k bye.

“…then this dumb bitch had the audacity to say, get this, people were killed at Stonewall.”

The small room filled with a loud uproar of oohs, aahs and a few laughs, none of which came from Roy. He was far too busy reposting some snide comeback he tweeted at a heckler to his Instagram, his Instagram story, Facebook, and once again on Twitter, just for good measure.

“Did you hear that?” Darienne asked, slapping Roy roughly on the back.

“Yeah bitch dumb something stonewall, so funny…” Roy drawled absentmindedly, still typing away on his phone.

Never one to shy from a good excuse to celebrate something, his best friend Shane threw an annual party to kick off pride. Always a different stupid theme and always a hotbed for degenerates.

This being the 8th year in a row, Roy had had enough. All night, he’d fulfilled his best-friend duties and helped keep everything running smoothly, as usual, but nearing the end of the party he was not in the mood for any more mindless small-talk. Even with Darienne.

Darienne, still standing beside him, sighed deeply, “Will you lighten up please?”

“Ugh, why?” he grumbled. “You know I hate pride.”

“Now, Roy…”

He felt someone’s hands on his shoulders.

“My love.” It was Shane, cooing in his ear, taking the phone out of his hand just as he hit the last post. “Can we please put the phone away for one night and engage in polite society?”

Roy blinked at him slowly, emphasizing the stupidity in his statement with a loud smack of his lips.

“Look around you,” he gestured with his open palms, “NONE of these people are polite society.”

“Well-“

“Willam sucked off a guy while he watched dog porn, I know Australians have different worldviews but we regular folk see that as…what’s the word?” Shane shifted from one foot to the other, crossing his arms in annoyance as Roy kept pretending to think. “Nasty ass shit!”

“I hate you,” Shane broke out into a laugh, hitting Roy on the arm with his bedazzled rainbow fan, a little roughly at first but then a few more times, playfully, till Roy stopped frowning.

“Okay, okay.” Roy snatched his fan from him.

“But thank you for coming to my party, even if we have so many degenerates.”

“Of course, I get my best material at your little shindigs.”

And that really was the God’s honest truth. As much as Roy loathed Shane’s parties and having to engage with so many people who he tolerated at best, it did make for some top-tier stand-up material. Material the budding comic desperately needed.

“Oh I know,” Shane nodded. “I intend to get royalties any day now.”

“Is that how it is?” He raised an eyebrow. “So this is a business affair?”

“Oh pussyface, at this point I’d settle for any affair.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” Roy shot back with a shit-eating grin, his hand sliding down from Shane’s shoulders to the small of his back.

“Don’t tempt me, I have guests to entertain,” Shane sighed, turning away from Roy and towards the room of people. “Like that one!”

Shane waved at Adore, running off to go catch up.

Roy gave the room another scan, checking for any out of place cups or spills to clean up, even sort of hoping there would be a stain on the carpet to scrub so he’d have something to cure his boredom.

Then, like a godsend, he saw her walking towards him.

“My my, aren’t you just cuter than a box of kittens on a Sunday afternoon?” Kylie whistled when she saw Roy’s outfit.

“Haven’t seen you all night, I was wondering why this party was so quiet,” Roy teased.

“Careful, one of these days I might take it personally,” Kylie smiled. She finally turned around, arms open for a welcoming hug. “Well hey there, Sugar!”

“How are you, Sugartits?” He squeezed her tight, getting a good whiff of her deliciously sweet perfume.

Roy loved getting to hang out with Kylie, rare as it was. There wasn’t a specific reason, she was just that one friend he never really got to work with regularly and thus never spent time with. But it did make reuniting so much sweeter.

They both looked at each other and gave a good exhale, neither sure what to say except the usual, “you look good” or “I’ve missed you”.

Instead they quietly made their way to the bar where the poor twink bartender Shane found on Grindr was panicking while pouring drinks, clearly out of his depth. Roy’s sympathetic smile seemed like the only comfort he’d received all night and for a second he almost felt bad for him, till he decided to note it down in his phone for later material instead.

“Well,” Kylie broke the silence first, turning towards where Willam was still telling his story. “He’s doing the Derrick bit again…never gets new material, does he?”

“Nope.” Roy popped the p for emphasis.

It seemed like every year, Willam would tell this same story, Roy would get drunk on the same cocktails and, if he played his cards right, Shane would ask him to stay over at the end of the night for a wild evening of sinfully good sex. The latter he wasn’t too mad at.

And Kylie. Every year they’d flirt a little over the same shots of tequila, catch up on what was new in their lives, and then part ways yet again. Same old same old, and this year she was right on cue again.

“I’m pretty surprised we’re dressed the same. I mean I look better but we knew,” she teased while they waited for their drinks from the struggling bartender. “I didn’t think anyone else would come as a slutty witch, let alone you.”

“Ouch,” Roy pretended to flinch, pressing his hand to his wounded chest. “Say what the fuck you really think, cunt.”

“Oh please, you can take it.”

“You like that?” Roy asked, lifting a brow. “You should see how I give it.”

Even without looking Roy could feel her hand moving slowly closer to his on the countertop. He tried to decipher if it was just his mind playing tricks on him or if she was trying to do a little more than flirt this time around.

Not that he would mind. She was gorgeous; she’d always been gorgeous but tonight, she was a downright smoke show. It was obvious how much work she put into her body just from her Instagram posts but seeing it in person was something else.

Well, that or just the obvious; the costume she wore was so small and tightly fitted it was damn near indecent.

When Shane had given the theme for the year as ‘Gay Christmas,’ the West Hollywood way of saying Halloween, he didn’t expect anyone else to even bother thinking of a witch; it was too mundane.

And yet, here Kylie stood in nothing but a corset, a lace bustle that showed off her black panties, leather opera-length gloves and boots that went all the way to her thighs. An oversized witch hat and teeny, tiny broom as accessories as if they were an afterthought to make the witch part fit.

“So um, can I ask you something?” Her fingers crawled towards him, running them over the back of his hand.

“Yeah, sure.” He casually took a sip from his cocktail as if the butterflies in his stomach weren’t going berserk.

“I need you to promise me if anyone brings out their guitar or starts singing again this year…”

“Oh god!” Roy burst out into hysterical cackling. The visions of last year’s fiasco and the horrors of 20 queers trying to sing over each other replayed in his mind.

“We are out of here!” She slapped his shoulder, joining in his laughter. “Member when uh, what’s her name?” She snapped her fingers, “the little one with the baby face and the sad songs?”

“Blair,” Roy shuddered.

“Blair!” Kylie pulled her face in confusion. “I always expect some big gal with like some unseasoned potato salad in hand when someone says Blair St. Clair, don’t you?”

“If that ain’t the honest truth, bitch.”

They clinked their glasses and each took a sip, smiling cordially at each other before they returned their focus to where Willam was starting a new story about how drunk Derrick had gotten at a comedy special they did together.

Not quite as old a story as his Stonewall tale, but once you got him going he didn’t relent on any chance to diss good ol’ Derrick Berry, especially when he was in attendance, practically blowing smoke out of his ears with rage.

“So, how’d Shane talk you into this?” Kylie asked, dragging Roy’s focus back from his phone, yet again replying to snarky comments left on his posts.

“Do you mean the party or the get-up?” He didn’t even bother looking up, too distracted in his mission to get the last word in.

“You do look fantastic in that shirt though,” she teased, fingering the little piece of loose thread around his shoulder.

Maybe he’d gone for a predictable look, a black mesh crop top that barely came up to his chest, the same leather harness every respectable queer person owned, black denim shorts, some knee length black boots (which Shane had happily provided) and a witch’s hat.

“I know,” he nodded, finally putting the phone away. “Black’s my color. Have to admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Oh I know, sugar. You don’t have to tell me.”

“I always forget just how country you are until you talk.” He smiled, a sense of homesickness tugging at his chest. “Sugah.”

“Are you tickled, bitch?”

“I am very tickled…especially by that outfit,” he whistled, making her spin around while holding her hand over her head. “You really—“

“Fill it out well?” Clearly she’d gotten this note before.

“No.” He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her roughly back against him so she’d be facing the same direction as him. “Look.”

“What?” She stopped, looking down at where he held her bicep.

“Better grab your shit…and quick.” He failed to hide an amused smile as he pointed over to where Trixie and Jinkx were setting up their chairs and a guitar.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus…” Kylie’s eyes went wide in horror when Trixie began strumming the intro to Jolene by Dolly Parton. She quickly grabbed her drink, trying to chug the rest.

“Forget the goddamn drink, run!” Roy laughed, pushing her towards the front door with his hand on the small of her back.

“Is this your first time seeing my place?” she asked politely when they walked into her apartment.

“Uh, yeah.” Roy nodded. “Pretty sure, but it’s nice. Good view.”

God it was awkward.

“We don’t have to make small talk, do we?” she asked with a hesitant tone while putting down her stolen glass down on a countertop. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Roy and continue their banter from earlier, but she did have more pressing issues to take care of first.

Roy crossed his arms, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking something through, asking, “No chit chat? You sure?”

“If you are.” Kylie shrugged.

Faster than she could say flash Roy closed the distance, crashing their lips together in a feverish rush. His hands were already desperately clinging to whatever fabric he could find to rip it off of her.

“God you just got even sexier,” she breathed into his mouth.

Kylie could feel the corners of his lips twisting into a smile, presumably at the relief that he didn’t have to wait around anymore.

“Back, uh, back room, on the right,” she instructed between breathy moans, following Roy’s lead and removing the thin piece of fabric he dared call a shirt as he pushed her into her bedroom.

Their costumes flew left and right in a haphazard rush to undress till Kylie was finally down to just her corset, and Roy had to let go of her to focus.

“Lord have mercy.” He stopped in his tracks, admiring her tits when they escaped the top loosened laces of her corset.

“You like em, baby?” Obviously Kylie knew the answer, given the way his mouth practically salivated at the sight of them.

“You have no idea,” he moaned, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, causing her head to tilt back in gorgeous ecstasy as Roy’s tongue swirled around it, soothing where his teeth had grazed it.

He let the now over-sensitive bud go with a loud pop, satisfied at his handiwork, and reached for the second one, repeating every step, every bite and every lick, making Kylie practically vibrate with desire.

“Now don’t make me beg.”

Kylie’s long fake nails latched onto Roy’s ass in a desperate attempt to guide his thigh between her legs for any kind of friction as he kept worshiping her breasts.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured into her neck, latching onto her pulse point with his teeth.

“Dammit, why did I wear this stupid thing?” Kylie whined.

She hadn’t expected Roy, ever the hardass, to be so attentive or teasing, letting her get embarrassingly wet and needy before he even made an effort to remove her corset any further.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you,” he soothed, at long last pulling the laces apart.

His gentle tone was a stark contrast to the way his teeth tore into her flesh, nipping at freshly exposed skin lower and lower at a snail’s pace till his knees hit the floor.

“Boy, if you don’t-“ Kylie exhaled impatiently when he paused right at her clit, so close she could feel his breath against her wetness.

She grabbed a fistful of Roy’s hair, the fingers of her other hand spreading herself open so he couldn’t miss what she was asking. Practically offering herself up on a silver platter for him to indulge in.

Roy smirked at her, probably ready to quip something stupid back at her but she pulled his head between her legs, trapping him with a flat palm behind his head before he could even dare.

Finally obeying, his tongue flattened out against her with his eyes pointed up at her, carefully watching her every reaction to every drag of his tongue.

“Baby, please,” she moaned a little more forcefully this time, rolling her hips against him. She didn’t have the patience for teasing licks anymore. She tried angling her hips up so he’d get the message but her legs faltered.

“Woah there.” Roy grabbed onto her with both arms, steading her so she wouldn’t tip over. “Maybe we should…” He tilted his head towards the bed.

“Might be for the best,” she admitted, letting go of Roy so he could stand up.

Face to face again, Roy slipped his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him as he walked her till the back of her knees hit the bed and she finally laid down.

With his hands on each thigh and a good forceful push, he shoved her further on the bed, her head against the headboard so he’d have enough space to lay down between her thighs on the edge of the matress.

“Baby,” Kylie gasped when Roy’s thumb replaced his tongue on her clit, swiping quick circles around and around till she was breathless. Her hips thrust sporadically onto his pointed tongue, white knuckles gripping the sheets the only thing grounding her.

“Good?”

Ungodly good. Her whole body was alight, lightheadedness set in, her belly warm with anticipation, her cheeks flushed bright glowing red; all the warning signs that she was about to snap.

“Faster…”

“You’re so-“ he tried humming against her but a firm tug at his hair shut him up again.

“Don’t speak!”

It was all too much, even the way Roy was moaning into her while his hips rolled against the edge of the bed.

“Just a little more…oh god…” She sucked in a deep breath, bracing herself as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed down on her, knocking the wind out of her till she was a softly cursing mess.

The way Roy was still trying to toy with her by tentatively licking slow strokes around her clit even after she stopped shaking, although appreciated, had left her overstimulated.

“I need a minute.” Kylie tapped Roy’s shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Are you okay?”

“Well, I’m definitely kicking myself for not doing this sooner.” Roy flashed a cheeky grin, wiping his wet chin off on her thigh.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She caressed his face, slipping her thumb into his mouth for him to suck on instead, dragging his bottom lip out. “I knew that big mouth of yours would have a good use one day.”

“Bitch.” Roy bit down.

“Why you son of a!” she hissed.

“What? Little ol’ me with the big mouth?

“If you don’t get your ass up here,” she snarled, sitting up and leaning forward enough that she could brush her lips against his, tempting him with a kiss just out of reach, “so help me…”

Roy eagerly obeyed and not particularly in the mood to mince words, Kylie pushed him down into the bed and straddled his back effortlessly in one swift motion.

“Knew those redneck Olympics would have a good use one day.”

“No more talking,” Kylie ordered into his ear, pinning him down with her body weight.

“Yes, ma’am.” If it wasn’t so cute the way he said it so earnestly she might’ve corrected him again.

She started at his shoulders, digging her thumbs into the sore muscles as her hips subtly rolled down onto him, mimicking the way he pleased himself before she stopped him.

Her hands moved lower, exploring the taught muscles flexing under her nails. Kneading his ass through his briefs till he tried to reach a hand into his underwear.

“Now you’re just being a cunt,” Roy huffed when she slapped it away.

She wanted to be generous and let him get off, sure, but not before she could have at least a little bit of fun with him as payback.

“Uh uh,” Kylie tutted. “I’m being a lady, and I’ll take my sweet time if I feel like it.”

Roy dropped his head into the pillow clutched between his fists, a deep annoyed sigh making its way through the fabric.

“What was that?” she asked, tongue in cheek, but he simply repeated the sigh, louder this time.

Kylie could tell by the tight black shirts he wore so often on stage in his Instagram reels that Roy, at the very least, kept an eye on his physique after top surgery.

She’d never seen him this naked or this up close, obviously, but she had to admit; she agreed with Roy on his stance about not doing this sooner.

He’d always been pretty thin but lately his shoulders and back had filled out quite noticeably while his waist and hips stayed as petite as ever, maybe even some new definition in his faint abs if anything.

His tight little ass, however—in his skimpy shorts, she knew it would be irresistible, imagining it as a cute little bubble butt just enough for a fist full each.

Curiosity was getting the better of her and Roy’s sighs had turned to muffled moans by now. She slid off of him and hooked her fingers into his waistband, ready to whip off his underwear in one go till she remembered he had his packer in.

“Can I take this off too?” Kylie gave his underwear’s waistband a little tug, revealing a faint hint of a tan line above his ass crack. She bit her lip, trying to hide how enticing this little detail was to her.

“Yes! For the love of God!”

“Just checking,” she lilted innocently, smiling at his impatience. She yanked off his underwear. “Oh!”

“What?” Roy shot up onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder with panic in his eyes.

“I just knew you’d have the cutest little fanny!” Kylie squealed in delight, grabbing a perfect fistful, just as she anticipated, of each cheek, earning an eye roll from Roy.

At this angle on all fours, ass up with his cheeks and legs spread open, she could see just how practically dripping wet he was.

“Poor honey bun,” she fawned over him, nails running up and down his sticky inner thighs. “You really are such a mess, huh.”

Roy bit into the pillow, refusing to give her the satisfaction she was looking for, but his legs bending to get closer to her fingers said more than any words ever could.

Kylie finally showed some compassion and gave his slit a drawn-out lick, all the way from his dick to his hole.

Roy surprised them both when he let out a loud high pitched whimper, quickly throwing his hand over his face, “Oh my god, I am SO sorry.”

“What was that?” Kylie laughed loudly, she leaned on her side to get a good look at where he was hiding his face in the pillow again.

“I don’t know!” Roy admitted, joining in on the laughter. “Nobody’s tongue’s been that far back in a while! I guess it-it took me by surprise maybe?”

“That’s okay, sugar,” she teased in a low voice against his skin, already hovering over the same spot, ready and waiting. “Do you want me to do it again?”

“Fuck…please,” Roy sighed pushing his hips back against her tongue.

He reached for his dick again, jerking himself off in the same rhythm Kylie’s tongue had set for them. Desperation palpable with every stroke or every time he’d bounce back against her.

Maybe if Roy’s muffled groans weren’t so distracting, either one of them would have heard the front door of her apartment opening.

“Hey, Kylie! Have you seen my blue work shirt?” her roommate shouted, clearly shuffling through the apartment. “I need to switch clothes, but I can’t find it-”

“Fuck!” Kylie jumped off the bed, already throwing on a robe that was sitting on top of a hamper pile nearby.

“What is she doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know, but I’ll be right back,” she whispered, quickly wiping her mouth off with Roy’s discarded crop top.

“Hey, that’s—whatever.” He gave up the fight about his shirt being a makeshift cumrag before he could even start.

While she was dealing with that mess, Roy figured he’d make himself at home. He rolled himself over onto his back and tried to get comfortable, but his erection was by now downright painful.

Just to ease some tension his fingers, lazily slid up and down around his growth till he found a rhythm he liked. Four loud buzzes from his phone on the floor pulled him back to the present. He reached down to pull it from the pocket of his shorts.

Shane J:

Hey

Shane J:

What are you up to?

“Ah fuck,” he sighed. He forgot to say goodbye to Shane before he left and now, clearly bored and/or drunk, he needed some company.

Shane J:

I need you to come over

Shane J:

I’ve got something to show you

He bit his freshly painted nails, debating what he should do or if he should say something since this situation, as fun as it was, seemed to be over.

“She’s gone.”

Maybe not.

Kylie finally came back in before Roy had time to open the messages, her untied robe already on the floor, ready to get straight to business again.

“Great.” Roy shoved the phone behind him like a child who’d been caught with it after bedtime.

“Now,” Kylie purred, climbing over the bed towards him, a huntress on the prowl. She spread his thighs open, threw her left leg over his and with a little repositioning managed to get them pressed together at just the right angle. “Where were we?”

The pressure of her body weight resting on his dick was electrifying, making his hips inadvertently thrust up against her. Finally, he could let go of that breath he’d been holding in.

“That good, baby?” she asked, leaning down to suck on his bottom lip, their hips grinding together in unison.

“I want to fuck you,” Roy whispered into her mouth, his voice practically hoarse with want.

“Then put it in.” Kylie stilled her hips and leaned back, pulling him with her till their positions were switched. Now with Roy on top and in control.

His eyes flicked between hers trying to work out what she was planning.

“What?” She slipped her fingers into her mouth, pulling them back out with a thick trail of spit. “Do you need a map?”

She took his dick between the top of her slippery index and middle finger, guiding it just a little lower towards her entrance, and he gasped at the contact.

“Fu-uck.” His eyes fluttered closed as she pushed his dick into her. He had to pace his breathing to avoid coming right then and there.

It wasn’t particularly deep, but god what he could manage inside felt fan-fucking-tastic. She was tight and wet and absolutely stunning. Especially when she grabbed his ass and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly while pushing up against his thrusts.

“You never tried this?” she asked softly, her fingers dancing along his well-sculpted chest and around his scarred nipples.

“Not exactly…” he admitted, looking down between them, slightly embarrassed for not thinking of it sooner. “But better late than never right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, progressively struggling to form words as he fucked her harder, needier.

He could feel the pressure in his stomach building, the possibility of finally getting to come so close, but seeing her fall apart like this a second time was too tempting to pass up. Almost worth edging himself one last time.

His thumb was already rubbing her clit in quick figure eights again in the same way she responded to so well last time, earning louder and more full-throated moans as opposed to her cute little whimpers.

“Oh fuck…” Kylie gasped, throwing her head back onto the bed, her legs trembling as she clung to him for dear life. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…”

He could feel her tensing from deep in her core, every pulse, every flex around his growth pushing him further into oblivion. Unable to process any coherent thoughts. His hips frantically jerked into her even after her limbs went liquid.

“Keep going,” Kylie whispered, her nails deep into Roy’s ass.

“Fuck I’m gonna come!” he growled, gritting his teeth, steadying himself on her shoulders. “Are you-“

“Keep going…” she repeated.

“I’m gonna…I-” He finally came. Unabashedly moaning out any last praises in her name as his whole body ignited, like a high he hadn’t felt before and he wasn’t sure if he could come down from.

His head full of lights and tingling, his body overheated and overstimulated but he knew he needed more, he needed to come again and fast.

“A little more left in you, Sugar?” Kylie asked sweetly, wiping some sweat from his brow.

“Yeah,” he panted, desperately fumbling, struggling to find the right spot he had inside her again after he accidentally slipped out. “I just need to, shit, get this right.”

“Do you need help?”

“Fuck this.”

“C’mere, it’ll be easier,” Roy quickly scooted up to hover over her chest where Kylie waited, resting on her elbows so she’d be the perfect height.

“Jesus…Christ.” He let out another shocked high pitched whimper when her tongue circled his dick. He grabbed her head on either side, guiding it where he wanted her to suck a little harder instead.

“Don’t bother being gentle,” she purred against him, sending delicious shivers straight through his whole body, fogging up his already oxygen deprived mind even more.

“God, where have you been hiding all my life?” he joked in an effort to regain some control, fucking her face till he turned to jelly.

Legs weak, oversensitive and spent, he finally fell back, laying down opposite her; the both of them giggling at the absurdity of the night’s events that lead them here and the scattered bites and bruises they each showed for it.

“Boy, that was a blast wasn’t it?” Kylie was the first to speak, again, patting Roy’s sweat-drenched thigh.

“Fuck,” was all he managed, still a chuckle in his voice. “We should do that again sometime.”

“Yeah, some time…” she lulled, feeling around the bed for where her phone had dropped when they walked in earlier. “I mean, it’s only about midnight now, what time do you have to leave?”

“Seriously?” Roy shot up like an overzealous meerkat, looking at her in disbelief.

“Well?” She shrugged, hooking a leg over his so they were in a perfect scissor position again. “Might need a minute to catch my breath, but you tell me,” she teased, scooting her hips closer so they were touching again.

Both holding onto the other’s hips, they happily melted together again, laying back down to lazily enjoy another round as Roy sighed, “God, I love pride.”

Pride Challenge Points: 7685

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca x kylie #bianca del rio #kylie sonique love #trans character #(s)#t4t #friends to lovers #set during pride #hot witches #smut #imafuckinglibra #fic challenge #weho trans nights #tw pre-bottom surgery trans masc

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'The Barbenheimer (a hybrid of Barbie and Oppenheimer movie titles) phenomenon has dominated pop culture for months, and it's only ramping up further as both films finally approach their July 21 premiere date.

While fans have been going wild with memes, merchandise and continuous social media commentary about the upcoming Box Office clash, the cast of the movies have been loving the blockbuster battle between their films.

In fact, most of the casts from both project have shared plenty of praise for their release day rivals - though Oppenheimer director Christopher Nolan has hinted that he won't be watching the other movie at all amid his feud with Warner Bros.

Greta Gerwig's Barbie sees Margot Robbie star as the eponymous Barbie doll alongside her boyfriend Ken, played by Ryan Gosling.

The cast is a who's who of Hollywood powerhouses, with Will Ferrell playing the CEO of Mattel, and Helen Mirren as the film's narrator.

In comparison to the bright and playful Barbie movie, Nolan's Oppenheimer sees Cillian Murphy star as titular nuclear physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer, who created the atomic bomb during World War II.

Florence Pugh, Rami Malek, Josh Hartnett, and Sir Kenneth Branagh (who worked with Nolan on both Dunkirk and Tenet) are just some of the big names who also star in the movie.

When Greta was asked by The Hollywood Reporter to share her thoughts on the Barbie vs. Oppenheimer rivalry, she replied: 'It’s all love — double up, double up twice.

'I think you’ve got to see what the experience is, Barbie then Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer then Barbie. I think you’ve got to take all of the journeys.'

Issa Rae, who plays President Barbie, admitted to the publication: 'I think the Barbie and Oppenheimer rivalry is hilarious; I love that there’s solidarity though where people tried to pit us against one another but now it’s turned into a double-feature situation. Obviously you should see Oppenheimer first and then cleanse your palate with Barbie.'

She then explained why she insists on watching Nolan's film first as she continued: Why would I want to depress my weekend… it’s about an atomic bomb, people are gonna die.

'I want to end my weekend, I want to have mimosas and drinks and cocktails after Barbie, I don’t want to sulk. That’s just my plan, I don’t know about anybody else. As long as you’re seeing Barbie I don’t care.'

As for Barbie herself, Margot Robbie, made her show of support when attending a fan event Sydney, Australia.

In a video posted by username @mjcookie on Twitter, the actress was asked to sign a customized t-shirt featured a photo of Robbie in her Barbie costume and a cowboy hat enmeshed with a black and white photo of Cillian Murphy as Oppenheimer.

'Ok I have to sign it on this side and I hope you meet Cillian Murphy and he can sign the other side,' she quipped.

Meanwhile, at the London premiere, the actress revealed that she was tempted to make her own Barbenheimer shirt and getting Cillian Murphy to sign it.

The response to Barbenheimer from Nolan has been significantly different. When asked if he has seen the rival film, his answer was a curt 'No'.

And it isn't likely that the director will be watching the movie anytime soon due to his recent clash with Warner Bros.

After releasing many of his hit films with the movie studio, a dispute over the release of his 2020 flick, Tenet, saw him part ways with the company.

According to Insider, sources believe that Nolan was upset that Warner Bros. scheduled Barbie for release on the same weekend as Oppenheimer.

He was allegedly unimpressed due to the fact mid-July has been known in the movie business as Nolan's weekend for years.

However the director has publicly claimed that the competition is 'terrific.'

'Summer, in a healthy marketplace, is always crowded, and we've been doing this a long time,' Nolan told IGN.

'I think for those of us who care about movies, we've been really waiting to have a crowded marketplace again, and now it's here and that's terrific.'

Oppenheimer star Cillian Murphy also sees the double booking as a positive thing.

'I think it's great. I mean, I'll be going to see Barbie, 100 per cent. I can't wait to see it,' he told IGN.

'I think it's just great for the industry and for audiences that we have two amazing films by amazing filmmakers coming out the same day. You could spend a whole day in the cinema, what's better than that?'

When a picture of Gerwig and Margot posing with tickets for Oppenheimer was shared online, Murphy returned the favor and posted an edited snap of 'him and Nolan' with tickets to the Barbie movie.

His co-star Matt Damon shared a similar sentiment while talking to Vanity Fair as he stated: 'People are allowed to go see two movies in a weekend. Oppenheimer is one of them!"

When the publication then brought up the fact that Damon has four daughters that might be more interested in seeing the famous Mattel doll brought to life, he replied: 'I'll have to ask them that. If that's the case, they'll see two movies that weekend!'

Elsewhere, one movie superstar who doesn't even star in the movie has also shown his love for summer blockbuster battle.

During the Australian premiere of Mission Impossible, Tom Cruise revealed his plans to see both films on their opening weekend.

Speaking to The Sydney Morning Herald: 'I want to see both Barbie and Oppenheimer. I’ll see them opening weekend. Friday I’ll see Oppenheimer first and then Barbie on Saturday/

'I grew up seeing movies on the big screen. That’s how I make them, and I like that experience. It's immersive, and to have that as a community and an industry, it’s important. I still go the movies.'

Both Oppenheimer and Barbie will be released in the U.S. on July 21, and the world's largest cinema chain AMC Theatres has reported that more than 20,000 people have bought tickets to see both movies on the same day.'

#Barbenheimer #Oppenheimer #Barbie #Greta Gerwig #Christopher Nolan #Ryan Gosling #Margot Robbie #Cillian Murphy #Helen Mirren #Issa Rae #Tom Cruise #Warner Bros #Universal #Florence Pugh #Rami Malek #Josh Hartnett #Sir Kenneth Barangh #Matt Damon

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Two Ghosts And A Fleshy

This was a Halloween piece I did. This does mention death. Also, the second part talks about corpses and skeletons. Just be aware of that. Lastly, if you recognize anything I post. I am on both twitter and AO3.

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain fell from the sky in near vertical sheets. Pelting anyone unfortunate to be caught in the storm in icy cold water. It stung the flesh and shilled the bone. The frosty air lent no hand in that regard. A lone car made it's way through the forest.

The headlights made the forest look far more sinister. Trees stretched high into the sky. Twisting and turning into nightmarish shapes. Long spindly branches reached for the car. As if to capture the lone driver inside. The wind blew harshly. Throwing autumnal leaves and twigs into the windshield.

Being so far from the modern world the radio crackled and fizzed out. Cellphone service was spotty at best and gone at worst. A large mansion peeked through the trees spying on the car. A single red light shone through a high widow before disappearing into the darkness.

The car stopped at a large iron gate with a heavy looking chain. A Brody cast in thick letters at the top. You pulled out a letter and read the content.

"Dear Kim,

I regret to inform you of a loss. Your great Aunt Agatha Brody passed late Friday night 8/13/**. In her last will and testament it was decided that you would inherit the family home. As per her wishes you are to spend one night in the home. Please contact me at your earliest convenience. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. The address of the home is 969 Pulter Gos Road. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely, Howard Mephisto"

Key in hand you approached the large gate. A shiver raking over your frame. Leaves and twigs broke and crunched under foot. The lock is large and imposing. It's larger than your hand. The thick chains around the gate rattle as you move them. They crash to the floor as the lock is removed.

You take the time to drag the chain into the trunk of your car. You might need them later. As you look up at the large two story mansion you can't help but feel overwhelmed at the shear size of the brick building. It's imposing facade is enough to make you feel like you are intruding.

You feel as though you are somewhere you are not supposed to be. You drive your car onto the property. A long driveway leading to a roundabout greets you. At its center is a large decrepit fountain. It's centerpiece a gathering of Cherubim. Worn down by time.

You wonder how long it had been since anyone was in the home. The base of the fountain is filled with murky green water. Algae covers it's surface. If it ever held fish, it doesn't anymore. A hard gust of icy rainy wind spurs you on to get inside. Luggage in hand you make your way to the door.

The wrap round porch has large marble pillars. Vines spiral their way around them and crawl onto the roof. Looking up you can see a large insect nest of some kind. It gives you the shivers. You don't want to see whatever lives inside. The door is just as imposing as the rest of the house.

A large iron knocker in the shape of a fleur de lis sits just above eye level. You are tempted to try it out but decide better of it. The thick oak door creeks loudly as you open it. The sound echos throughout the home. You hope you didn't just tell any murderers to come kill you. You like being alive.

Inside it's dark. The air smells musty and stale. You know it has electricity. Someone had turned it on for you. How kind. You run your hands along the left wall looking for a light switch. You let out a shriek as something touches the back of your hand. You pull your hand back shaking it off.

The lights turn on blinding you. You blink the spots out of your eyes. Your hand has a scratch on the back. It's just deep enough to ruffle your skin, but not enough to make you bleed. You rub your hand as you look around the opulent room. Hard wood floors covered with a plush lapis lazuli colored rug.

At least you think that's what color it is. It's hard to tell under all the dust and cobwebs. A grand staircase with who knows how many spiders sits in front of you. You hope it holds your weight. The room you are in has three exits besides the stairs to the second floor.

You pull the hood of your coat down as you inspect the rest of the room. A painting of your great aunt hangs on the far wall. Several chars dot the room. It looks like this room was just for greeting people. You hang your dripping coat on a nearby coat rack with a pail below it.

Something about this mansion feels off. You swear someone is watching you. you shake that thought off. It very well could be the spiders or some rodent. No need to work yourself up into a tizzy about nothing. For now you need to find a comfortable bed to sleep in for the night.

You can explore tomorrow when things, hopefully, look less spooky. You pull a flashlight out of your luggage and turn it on. You'll need it for the upper floors. You have never been here. Any time you saw Great Aunt Agatha, she visited you. You don't recall ever visiting her here.

You turn the light off in the room you are in and head up the stairs. As you reach the landing the sound of footsteps from down below catches your attention. You shine your light around the bottom floor. A large rat runs across the room. You let out a breath. That had to be what made the noise.

There couldn't be anyone here in the hose with you. No, that was and is not possible. You will however block the door to whatever room you decide to stay in. You shine your light down the left hall and then the right. Something darts across the beam at the end of the hall.

Just.... some dust. You try to rationalize to your self. You aren't doing a very good job of it though. Down the left hall it is. You try the first door. It's a bathroom. White tiles and a copper claw foot tub. A large mirror over an oval sink. Cupboards with toiletries flank a cream colored toilet.

No sleeping here. Unless you use the tub. The door across the hall from the bathroom is a linen closet. Dusty and full of moths. A plastic bag has a warm looking blanket. You take it with you. No chance of moths munching on it. The next door has the dustiest looking bed. You don't know what color it is.

The bed has four tall bedposts and a canopy. Along the wall is a big dresser. It looks heavy enough to block the door. You do like how close it is to the bathroom. This will do for now. Maybe you'll find something better in the morning. You set your things down and head to the bathroom.

You do your business and brush your teeth. This house so far has you on edge. As you look into the mirror after rinsing your mouth out you fall back on your butt. Two red eyes glare at you from the mirror. You only see them for a second, but you still see them. You scramble out of the bathroom.

Back in the safety of your chosen bedroom you push the dresser in front of the door. It might not stop whatever that was in the mirror but it still gives you comfort. The blanked from the closet is bigger than you thought. You can easily fold it in half and climb inside like it pita bread.

You don't undress. Even your shoes stay on. You just don't feel all that safe and you still have the rest of the night and the following night to stay. Someone, you have no idea who, is stopping by to check on you. You curl up in the blanket and try to sleep. The bed is softer than your bed at home.

It's a king size bed with dark lilac blankets. It smells musty but it's better than the floor. The blanket you found is a down comforter with a floral print. You lay one of the pillows down under the blanket unsure of how safe they are. All the pillows on the bed are way too soft but you'll live.

You keep your phone and flashlight wrapped in the blanket with you. It's hard for you to fall asleep. Not only is this a new environment but the whole mansion feels unwelcome. No matter what Room you entered everything felt unwelcome. Like you were a nefarious intruder.

Some time later a bang wakes you up. It's still dark outside. You wait to hear another noise. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Must have been a mouse or something. You lay back down to go back to sleep. Soft footsteps tread up the stairs. It's only three but three is enough to shake you.

You clutch your flashlight tightly to your chest and wait for more sounds. Again nothing happens. Your mother used to tell you old houses make funny sounds. Must be that. Just an old house making old house noises. Again you cuddle back down into the blanket to sleep.

When you wake up again sunlight shines through the window. You move the dresser away from the door and peek into the hall. It looks... friendlier in the daylight. You turn back into the room and fetch an apple from your luggage. Now is as good a time as any to explore your new mansion.

As you walk down the stairs you notice they don't creek at all. Strange, with how old this place is you'd think more of the floorboards would creak more. They barely make a sound. From the front door you go to the left. You are greeted with a large parlor. In one corner is a fireplace flanked by two chairs and a loveseat.

Another corner houses a card table and the center of the room has a pool table. The room has some bookshelves and paintings. The center of the room has a large red rug to match the red walls. Your blood runs cold as you approach the pool table. The billiard balls have been arranged to spell "Hi".

You would think they had been left like that were it not for how shiny and clean the balls spelling the word look. The rest of the table is dusty with little trails in the dust from whoever moved the balls. You might not be as alone as you thought. As soon as you find the kitchen you are taking a knife with you.

As you get closer to the door to the next room a spider crawls along the wall. You shiver feeling eyes on you as you move through the room.

You hear a whisper from beyond the door "Can't chase them out."

Your blood runs cold and you grip your flashlight like a bludgeon. Should you open the door?

Another whisper "Been so long."

You throw the door open but no one is there. You look around the dining room. It has a long table for twelve people. A dirty white table runner down the center. Pictures of farmland line the walls. A window facing the forest to your right. Three candlesticks with green candles sit perfectly lined down the table.

A small chandelier covered in crystals sits center of the room. The table is set with cloth napkins and mats to put dishes on. The floor has no rug this time. A cart with waiting glasses sits at the ready. It's likely used to bring food to the table. That must mean the kitchen is close by.

You power walk to the door at the other end of the room hoping it will lead to the kitchen. You pause in case the whispers are back. If that is the kitchen they might have knives already. You wait for what feels like a lifetime but hear nothing. Slowly you open the door. You were right it is the kitchen.

It appears no one is inside but you can't be sure. You creep slowly around the kitchen. Your heard drops out your butt as you reach the far end of the large island.

Scrawled in what you can only assume is flower is another message "Sorry."

Sorry? Sorry for what? Who is leaving these messages? Are they for you? You begin to think you might need to leave. You stare in horror as a new message writes itself in the flour.

It reads "Sun."

You make a face "What is that supposed to mean?"

The message changes slowly "Name."

You recoil "Oh my god! This is probably a demon or something! I need to-!"

You run for the door. Twisting the handle does nothing. It has no lock so why won't it open!? You slam your body on the door but it doesn't budge. In a panic you look around the kitchen. The far side of the room has another door. Too bad this one also won't open. You're fucked!

This is the part where the axe murderer comes to shank you. You try to find another way out. Footsteps from behind you. A few tears fall as you turn around. If you are going to die you want to see your murderer. There is nothing behind you. You're sure there was someone behind you.

The air feels cold around you "H-Hello?"

You wait for something to happen.

A faint whisper comes from your left "Didn't... scare..."

You want to cry, a ghost demon thingy is talking to you "What? Not real! No way. No way!"

Another whisper in your ear "Here..."

This is crazy. You don't know what to do. A ghost or whatever has trapped you in a kitchen. Is this why no one else wanted the mansion? You know several family members tried to stay the night but they all had excuses as to why they couldn't take it. Were you really going to let a ghost run you off?

No you were not "Listen here you bully! I am not going anywhere! This house is mine now! So get used to having me around bucko!"

You cross your arms and wait. The response you got was unexpected. A very faint "Yay" comes from your left. Yay? Why yay?

You tilt your head and make a face "What do you mean yay?" The door behind you opens on it's own "Ok... I hope this means good things.... Wait! You said you had a name! Fuck, what was it... Sunny? ... I hope that was it. I'm shit with names." Nothing happens so you assume you're right.

"Hey! You here?! Saw your car! I better not find a body or something!" A man shouts from the front entrance.

"Coming!" You shout as you make your way to him. Every door you reach opens on it's own. You decide it must be your new friend Sunny. A young looking fellow is sitting in a chair by the door.

He stands at your approach "I'm surprised to see you here. Everyone else who tried to stay was gone by now. Welp, you still have one more night. Suppose I'll see you tomorrow morning. Wait here. I got a box of food for you. Agatha's wishes. Got a letter too."

"I don't know why you haven't chased me off... uhm... thank you." You mutter quietly.

The man returns with a box in his arms "Never did give you my name! I'm Paul. Yer great Aunt paid me a pretty penny to do this for her. Nice lady. Well, best of luck to ya. I gotta go."

You watch him leave before picking the box up. Again every door is opened for you as you head for the kitchen. You mutter a surprised "thank you" along the way. You set the box down on the counter and look inside. A box of doughnuts sits on top of everything.

Underneath is a partially thawed stuffed crust cheese pizza, four bottles of water, and a box of Capri Sun. The last thing in the box is a huge stack of letters. One is addressed to you and the rest are to every member of your family. You open yours and read it.

"My dear Kim,

If you are reading this I am gone. I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together. I just know you will be the one to stay in my home! In case you hadn't noticed it's haunted. I promise Sun and Moon are very nice! Respect them and they will respect you. I don't know how long the have been in the home for. Nor do I know why they can't move on. I hope you stay. One of those greedy bastards better not have gotten the mansion. I don't think my soul could take it.

Love, Aggie"

You put the letter back and slowly set it down. Although the two of you didn't know each other super well you still miss her. You miss the weird little strawberry candies she'd bring you every visit. You miss the wooden toys she'd give you. And most of all you miss her hugs and kisses to your cheeks.

Looking around the kitchen you realize you just might stay. The house does come with a large payout. With that kind of money you could easily pay off any taxes. You could hire cleaners and get this house back into shape.

"I..." You start slowly "I want to stay. I want to get this place cleaned. I want you two ta stay as well. I have no idea how to talk to you better.... It's not like I can say a spell and I can suddenly see you." You let out a laugh.

You set the food out on the counter and take a doughnut. A soft low humming fills your ears. It draw you to the left side of the counter covered in flour. Scrawled in the starchy powder is one phrase "Sancto conspectu".

You stare at it for a moment before truing to say the phrase "s-Sancto con-conspectu" Sancto conspectu. The hell does that mean?"

A low gravely voice blurts out "It means "In The Holy Sight". Basically, you can see ghosts now. Ghosts like Sun and I."

You turn around to see a seven foot tall blue and white... man? You aren't sure what he is. His head is flat as a pancake. He looks like a robot. He doesn't have a shirt on? But he has blue pants with stars? And... is that a nightcap?

You furrow your brow "Are... Are you a robot?"

The man chuckles "No. We may have been human once. But that was a long time ago. Sun! Get in here! The fleshy can see us now!"

You take a bite of doughnut "Why are you called Sun and Moon?"

Moon turns to you "Can't remember our real names. Seemed good enough to us."

A yellow man flies through the wall "You can see us?! Golly!"

You recoil with a squeak "Good fucking lord! You tryna kill me?! Feck!"

Sun, your pretty sure that's who it is, somehow makes the ... rays? Around his head go inside his head" I-i'm sorry! I don't want to! Sorry."

You wave your hands in front of you "It's ok! Really! I don't think you are really trying to kill me. You just spooked me. You must be Sun?"

He pouts slightly "Not Sunny? I liked Sunny...."

You smile "I can call you Sunny if you want."

He beams at this "Now you don't have to block the door tonight!"

Moon nods "Your family sucks. They got one foot in the door and started talking about what everything was worth."

Sun crosses his arms "Scummy people. Not you though! That's how we knew we had to give you a chance!"

You nod slowly "So... We'll live together?"

Sun gasps "Like a family! Oh Moon can they stay!?"

Moon nods "Ok. But you have to take care of them. Are you ready for the responsibility?"

You tilt your head "I'm not a pet?"

Sun huffs "Moon! They aren't an animal! Besides I'm more responsible than you!"

You shake your head. You get the feeling things are going to be exciting from now on. Hopefully you'll live happily with your new roommates.

#sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf #Fluff #spooky #mentions of death

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taeminscoconuthead · 2 years

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My little sister wants to go on Tumblr to especially experience this blog. Any suggestions and tips for when you’re starting out?

This is an advice I got from my boyfriend since he has been around for quite a while. (I decided to make one huge paragraph so it would be easy for text to speech users on mobile)

Well first things first, switch OFF your followers and likes from your primary blog. Although there are people that may want to see the type of posts you like and blogs you follow, it’s literally a whole new world from your blog and it’s better to have boundaries of what you allow complete strangers to look through. Plus, this is the blog that will show up when you send asks, follow, like or comment on other people’s posts so most likely people may look through your blog to see what kind of person you are. If you would like to have some sort of privacy within your name, blank your primary blog which brings me to the second tip which is create a secondary blog and use that as your “primary blog” for if you want to post, reblog or even message other people. Your primary blog will almost be invisible here which would make it work as long as you don’t comment or like anyone’s posts. It’s fine anyways since reblogs does more to promote one’s posts anyways. Also thirdly, try to observe before following anyone. You wouldn’t imagine the amount of trolls there are here in this app. Pretty much Twitter hated how Elon Musk took over their app and decided to run to apps such as Tumblr to bring back their space they once needed. Plus, this is where most of those people come from since you can find them here. So be careful when you talk to anyone and for your safety, try to make a separate private blog for if you want to vent. It may seem tempting, but try not to vent on your “main account” if you can. That way, people won’t harass you. If you really need to talk to someone personally, I’m always here if you need it. Also you can put :/readmore/: (without the / of course) to hide posts so people would actually need to click into your post to view it. That way, you can give trigger warnings for posts that may be triggering for others. That was what I used above this text.

#safe #tumblr tips #tumblr newbies #tumblr advice #tips #advice

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minorfamilysupremacy · 1 year

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Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

tagged by @supernovasimplicity for this one. i don’t write anymore, so this is a monument to all my sins (my 50000 drafts in my notes app) instead. consider this the list of things i would have written were i capable of the remotest bit of commitment. fully naming and shaming a whole bunch of past fandoms here too.

kinnporsche - SPH chapters whatever to whatever would have been the end: this counts because it is the biggest casualty in terms of scope. there are at least three more arcs i was planning, including the promised-but-never-delivered murderboner adventures, a revenge/separation arc, and the ending has been planned out for months. it is basically guaranteed never to see the light of day. www sad trombone dot com. - (redacted) vegaspete fantasy AU: this was a me & boots co-production. part of it exists and did get periodically picked at and the outline got revised a thousand times, but what was supposed to be conveyed as a fairytale with a deft touch, it had all the subtlety of the claw end of a hammer. this is the one i’ll drink about years from now and be bummed i never finished it. - i once promised dearly beloved @trueplainhearts i would write her the missing scene vegasmacau episode 2 cleanup after porsche’s bullshit at the koi pond. probably the one I’m most surprised no one has written (to my knowledge, which is minimal). - all the prompts i got for vp one-shots. these keep me up nights. they’re rotting in my askbox in the hopes i’ll get my shit together. have not forgotten them, just never moved the needle one iota. actually, that’s a lie. i have half a one-shot where macau runs his own horrible cooking youtube channel with a very game pete who will eat basically anything. probably the one closest to completion.

the flash - lord HELP me i was so on my bullshit about a show that continually betrayed me at every turn and stopped being good after two seasons despite running for nine. (i did quit after s3, but the rage will be lifelong.) anyway that shit inexplicably ruled my life because hearts and sparkles hearts and sparkles all the love in the world for my beautiful sad gay deaf mallgoth hartley rathaway, most beloved of his horrible stupid name. i dreadfully miss playing in that sandbox. i went old-school crackship and had my own decades-spanning world set up for two characters who never met in canon because i want nothing more than traumatized embittered brilliant characters hated by their own family and the people around them to ultimately create their own homes and happinesses. i wrote perhaps an ungodly amount of twitter DM harry wells/hartley rathaway fic but didn’t explore 95% of the world we created. i had millions of ideas i wanted to write for them — some domestic, some porny, some healing, some of those deep dives into disability and anger and grief -- and boy did i fail to write almost all of it. god, that show did not deserve the amount of time and energy and effort i poured into it but it was so creatively fulfilling and it’ll always be a place i come home to. - i would, of course, be remiss if i just acted like a saintly crackshipper while i stank up that fandom when in reality this was the OG murderboner adventures show for me and in the course of making this post i DID find the actual murderboner adventure fic (which i wrote in second person and do not remember doing at ALL) and not finishing that one for an audience of zero is a regret. harrison/hartley was SUCH an underrated ship in the fandom and no one wanted to make it as disgusting as i did despite the fact that it had SUCH ripe elements for a toxic, codependent, abusive, easily-murderous mess of a relationship. young traumatized alienated genius desperately seeks the withheld approval of an authority figure! COME ON PEOPLE GET IT TOGETHER. a boy who would easily kill for you if it meant you would cast your gaze his way for only a moment and who would be blind to how much of himself he’s lost until it’s too late — it was a certified me fic through and through. there was so much murder. so many boners. RIP :( - tbh i had a lot of fucked-up porn wips for this series. i was really into some disgusting fucking non-con and trying to find like-minded degens to share it with was a fool’s errand. hope no one ever steals my phone and finds them all.

all the other shit - i still get a little prickle of guilt over never finishing a detroit evolution wip about my favorite subject, traumatized and isolated boys wrestling with the concept of being loved and cared for after years of loneliness and fury. i was never a good fit for that fandom (true to form) and this just became one of those sore spots i didn’t have the energy to poke at any longer. i always wrote characters too similar to me and then they got uncomfortably personal and i ended up walking away. - lore olympus fans who hate minthe can a) skip this one and b) get the hell off my blog bc i am and always will be a certified minthe stan. love her. adore her. wanted desperately to write the codependent messy dysfunction of the hades/minthe relationship — the unequal power dynamics, the fear and anger of watching someone else get better while you’re not, the careless hurts to release your own pain. i really wanted to capture that loveless misery and just never could nail the vibe i wanted to. - prapaisky. i’m leaving this one as-is bc everyone i know thinks LITA is dogshit but i feel disproportionately strongly about them and wanted to dig into that post-canon recovery. end transmission. - a lot of my stuff never made it out of my brain bc i knew it wouldn’t be worth it to watch it sink like a stone, which was the case with evelyn/walter from one lane bridge. i don’t know anyone who was binging dour nz murder mysteries and it isn’t exactly a canon that begs for a rich ao3 presence, but giving me glimpses of these gentle characters doomed by the narrative and forced into making unspeakable choices put me in a fucking chokehold. i scarfed every tiny crumb i got of their story and outright sobbed at the ending. watching the lock fall had me in full-on claire danes mode. it was prime character study material and i rewrote their story 500 times in my head bc i knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that thing would get the slightest bit of traction if i slaved over actually writing it. - flex/rita: fuck hbo max fuck zaslav fuck the WORLD. i know doom patrol will end and i will NOT see flex/rita become canon because devan chandler long is on another show and also DC hates me personally. (they should have at least kissed!!!!!! god!!!!! you give a woman a screaming reality-tearing sex-ghost orgasm and yet i can’t even get a chaste smooch out of it!!!!!!!!! god i’m gonna die mad about it.) anyway this was a fun one to plot out in my head bc it was all about sketching out flex’s backstory and exploring hero worship in the contexts of celebrity vs literal superhero and the idea of meeting your idols in the most doom-patrol-y way, which is to say decades later when you’ve both been victims of horrific medical, scientific, and magical fuckery but still are in the prime of your life. very rita hayworth in terms of ‘men go to bed with gilda and wake up with me’ in the disconnect between a public-facing persona and the vulnerability of being your ugliest, most honest self. also idk there probably would have been literal rat-fucking or something, it’s doom patrol.

not tagging anyone bc i always know i’m gonna leave someone off so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ do it if you’re compelled, don’t if you’re not

#hope everyone did not enjoy this Exciting Deep Dive into my failure to launch

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emeraldbabygirl · 1 year

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Sometimes I go, so I deleted the twitter app so I wouldn’t get notifications and wouldn’t be tempted to go into the app and see things I didn’t want to see on Moonbin and I’ve been trying to avoiding going on insta cause a lot of his friends are posting goodbye messages and things and it just is really hard to see so I thought YouTube was okay but I keep scrolling down too far and see something I wish I hadn’t. So if you do my want to read this scroll past it cause I just want to get it out but I don’t want to bother any of my friends who might be sleeping with this and O just don’t want to bring up Moonbin with them cause it’s really hard to talk about him still tbh I’m trying to block him out cause every time I think about him or see a fun lil silly video on him I get sad all over again like I cannot imagine losing someone so close to you. I’ve lost a lot of pets and my step grandpa passed awhile ago but I wasn’t really upset about it and the pets I don’t think can compare to losing a brother, a son, a friend bit anyway … last week I think idk idk how long it was I saw some video about the manager or someone who found Moonbin and I made a post I think talking about how the thumbnail really bothered me and it’s still burned in my brain I wish I could get rid of it but then I saw comments that were speculation that Moonbin died of a heart attack and that, despite it being still bad it made me feel a little better that it was a physical health problem and not a mental health one but then as far as the way everyone is talking about him and the letters the members wrote it seems like maybe it was him taking his own life and it’s so crazy how some people can really be strong enough to do that whatever method the use cause geez there’s so many and each one is horrible but some just seem so much more heartbreaking and hard to understand how and why someone would do that. Then there was the Blitzers thumbnail for the new mv that bothered me and I wish wuzo would change it especially since it came out like a day or two after Moonbin passed and now I see some video talking about his autopsy and just seeing and hearing about Moonbin and autopsy in the same fucking sentence doesn’t sit with me it doesn’t feel right it still I still can’t believe he’s gone and every time I read anything at all about him leaving I wish it was a dream cause it’s just not fair. It’s not fair that he had to leave so soon and it’s not fair that sua will never see him again and it’s not fair that his parents and family and friends will never see him again. It said in the thumbnail “he didn’t want to go” but what does that mean? That’s makes it sound like he didn’t want to go like to the store or to the whatever who words something like that if someone kills themself? They didn’t want to go where?

I haven’t cried as much as I was the last time was Tuesday cause I saw the pictures of all the nesquick chocy milk path in front of the building and tonight but I just keep seeing that lil face of his, he’s half moon eyes and his lil smile and every time I look at the moon at work I just think of him and become delusional thinking he went to the moon like people used to say. But when I see his lil face I can’t imagine being a parent and losing a child and seeing them, I can’t imagine his parents and poor sua his little sister seeing that face with no color and just a lifeless body in a casket and having to say goodbye to him and hearing and seeing news articles or reporters trying to invade your privacy and making things worse and not letting your family have some sort of peace so they can grieve without being constantly reminded that your child is gone and I just can’t understand why people just want to end everything and I don’t understand how anyone could have the guts to do something like that. Like maybe if you were doing something that was fast and easy and painless but what if Moonbin was in pain and crying and screaming for help in his last hours and no one was there for him. He was all alone and I don’t understand why. I can’t stop thinking about how he was alone, if though he had so many friends and everyone loved and appreciated him and other idols looked up to him but he was alone he still felt alone and idek how he felt cause I’m not him but what if he regretted it after like what happens if someone say they take pills so them can just fall asleep what happens if they’re alone and they start to panic and regret what they did and they can’t get help cause they’re all alone and they’re scared and their mind is racing or or they really just completely calm and content with leaving and not saying goodbye to anyone. Maybe that’s why the Oneus mv set me off like they’re so calm and stuff until the very last moments where they realize what’s happening and they can’t stop it. I wonder if some people think that or if they are just emotionless and ready to leave everything behind not knowing if there is an afterlife or anything like that.

And I know so many people have said that Moonbin would want us to be happy and remember the happy memories and share happy things and things like that and yeah that’s a lot better than bawling your eyes out everyday and wishing for things that can’t happen but it’s not easy to only think of happy times and stuff after losing a loved one. I have laughed and smiled and stuff after Moonbin left but I’m still being reminded that he’s not around and that’s not something I want to think about. I can’t even bring myself to fully accept even typing that he’s the ‘d’ word cause I don’t want to it feels wrong to say it. Saying that he left to another world and he’s “in a better place” sounds nicer than saying he passed. I remember when I saw the article and it said something along the lines of “fantagio entertainment confirms moonbin’s passing” and at first I was literally “passing of what?” And then the comments made me realize he died and then I went to the group chat and literally asked if it was a joke. I remember when Jonghyun died and I didn’t react until weeks later, like maybe you stop breathing for a bit or you just freeze cause you’re so shocked and you do my know how to react, how does anyone react to that. Imagine his family and group members reacting, I mean Eunwoo was over here in the states for Coachella having fun imagine the emotional shock of having fun and being happy to getting hit with the news that your fellow group member and friend is dead. And his parents and sua like how do you even react to that? Like some people maybe don’t react at all cause they just don’t believe it and then you start to realize that it’s actually real and you can’t understand and don’t want to believe it. I wonder if they tried to call him or tried to reach him thinking he’d pick up. I can’t imagine if I tried to call my brother or if I came home one day and he was not alive because what do you do in that situation? It seems like it would be easier to understand the concept of someone having a heart attack or they got killed than them killing themselves. It’s so hard cause I’ve gotten mad at my brother sometimes if he says anything about wanting to kill himself and I’ve just been so upset with him that I wonder if sua just feels upset and is maybe even mad at Moonbin. It not what, I mean you shouldn’t be mad at someone if they don’t want to live you should just be gentle and let them know that you’re there for them but sometimes I have gotten so mad at my brother sometimes because I just think he’s so selfish and stupid for wanting to kill himself and it makes me so mad and Idk how I would act if he ever did that and it’s not fair cause people will mental illness and depression they suffer and life is hard enough as it is but having that on top of everything else is no walk in the park and if they’re suffering everyday and just can’t take it anymore you shouldn’t be mad at them but it’s so hard not to be if you think they just gave up and then that doesn’t help you feel better it just makes everything worse.

#I’m tagging this for later in case I want to find it and delete it #I don’t think I’ve ever been so real on my blog before #I’m sorry if I upset anyone who read this is upset myself too but I just needed to get it off my chest #even tho the internet is not a journal it’s better than keeping it all in #just straight up not having a good time rn #tw: death #tw: sui mention #tw: mental illness #tw: mental health #tw: depression #astro #moonbin #astro moonbin

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