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imaginationmess · 3 years

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Sukuna Ryomen Knowing Another Cursed HCS

*reposted from my previous blog*

Ryomen Sukuna X Reader

Request: Can i request a sukuna x curse reader headcannon where you know each other since years ago?? You somehow just attach yourself to him and sukuna just lets you tag along? Then you meet again in present time. Bonus if you add the others reaction 😊 thank you!! ☺️☺️

Author Note: I am so sorry for the lateness. I wrote a lot got very involved in writing this headcanons. If you wish another part to this, I wouldn’t mind doing it just send in with idea of what could the second part be about.

Please excuse any grammar or spelling. I am going based on the anime.

Word Count: 900+

Past!

You were his second hand and lover all those years ago.

In the beginning, you were such a pain in his ass since you were a newbie cursed spirit low-class grade learning everything about the universe. You were following him around like a child and praised him for being the best.

But over time. You were quickly evolving stronger and stronger to the point that Sukuna on his toes.

Two of you had respect for each other and worked in harmony.

Sukuna liked that you weren’t pushed over or followed his every order. You are willing to stand your ground even though he can eat off your head if he wanted to.

You wanted to know his reasoning behind each of his orders. You preferred to know what you are getting yourself into.

He may act annoyed but he was truly intrigued with your behavior.

You earn the title of his secondhand due to the sights of Sukuna and yourself being always together

The only time the two got separated which was rare already as it is

You barely make it alive, but unable to feel his presence at all only meaning. He was either dead or sealed away.

It only brought you to be consumed with pure hatred and pure anger taking out the remain sorcerers that fighting you.

You did what you could do was run away but made sure to have your name out of any sorcerer’s mouths.

Present time!

Sukuna could only hear and see whatever Yuuji was at.

He only knows you might be around even centuries later and knew the chance of you being alive are very high due to hearing the legend you made yourself.

You make every sorcerer unable to speak your name without them either dying or crucially injured hours later from pronouncing your name. There is always someone who doesn’t believe the legend to only be shaken upon seeing your face on their near-death experience.

They have to spend the first years on another death mission which includes a special grade.

Another attempt to get rid of Sukuna Vessel, Yuuji Itadori while Gojo was on an overseas mission.

Nobara was barely breathing on the ground due to poison invading her lungs.

Megumi was bare managing on focusing to keep his shikigami from disappearing.

Yuuji was the only one who hasn’t been affected by the deadly poison, however, has physical wounds throughout his body. It was clear that the cursed spirit was intelligent seeing he wasn’t affected by their cursed technique.

Yuuji accidentally did say your name out loud prior to the mission and forgot about the curse of saying their name. He was reading about her legend more in detail provided by his teacher. He wanted to know more about them since he felt Sukuna acting weird since Sukuna doesn’t want to answer his questions.

The moment when Yuuji’s head was about to be cut off, his own shadow shoot up sink he surprising him sinking onto the ground before his shadow moved to only spit him out to see he was now beside Megumi and Nobara.

He could feel the energy has changed and the pressure of the new presence cursed spirit who was way stronger than all the spirits that they have encountered. Sukuna was now demanding to switch due to feeling similar energy.

“Hasn’t anyone told you to never fight children?” A soft gentle soothing voice, a beautiful woman was wearing professional clothing.

With a snap of her fingers, shadows from all every direction attacked and sliced the cursed spirit who attempted to run away in pieces without hesitation

Yuuji was on defense on switching until he threatens his friend’s lives and his are gonna be dead.

A kiss on his forehead startled him to feel a shock of energy running through his veins feeling all his wounds closing up and bruises disappearing.

“You consider yourself very lucky that you are students of the famous Gojo Satoru and Sukuna Vessel.”

Yuuji was very unease about how calm she was and had a killing intention a moment ago.

“Why?”

“Well one, you have my husband inside of you. Two, I owed your teacher a favor. Now its paid. You can tell them what you saw but Do not mention anything about me and Gojo even knowing each other. It’s the safety of your teacher and your safety.” You move your finger on saying each condition before moving to his injured friends.

A touch on the unconscious bodies on their forehead by your index finger and middle finger spending positive energy through them and taking the poison from their lungs. Both students woke up and coughing their lungs out to be split out the poison out of their lungs.

“Get all that poison out of from lungs, you guys should be okay now.” You loudly said while walking away.

You were about to sink into your own shadow, until Sukuna’s mouth appeared on Yuuji’s mouth calling you out. You didn’t even look eye to eye with him.

“Spoiled Brat!”

You look back at Yuuji and stare deeply inside the barrier into Sukuna’s own eyes.

“Yes, I am still kicking. Spoiled King of Curses! Bye for now.”

With a wave and soft smile, you disappeared out of sight and leaving the three first years all healed and have the poison out of their lungs.

“Please tell me I am hearing and seeing things. I didn’t hear and see the she-devil herself.”

“Did she actually healed us?” Megumi and Nobara were bewildered by her actions.

Thank you for reading!

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a-series-of-whumpy-events · 2 years

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Oh, I missed this series so much! This was my most popular series in its first incarnation. I love this series, I love working on it, I love the characters…this is my baby. And I finally get to repost it! I’m going to be reposting a piece every two or three days from now on.

Just like I did with the first upload of this piece, I’m going to tag @deluxewhump and @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi to credit their posts that inspired this series (here and here.) This wouldn’t exist without your lovely ideas!

Same deal as before: I only have this version of the taglist, so if you already reblogged/liked/commented/whatever on the first incarnation of this post, feel free to just ignore it until I get around to posting new stuff.

Taglist: @winedark-whump @whumpers-inc @pepperonyscience @redwingedwhump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @stab-the-son-of-a @caspia-writes @kim-poce @zipadeedooda-drabbles @screechingqueenmentality @nine-tailed-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby @newbornwhumperfly (I forgot to add you, sorry!)

Warnings: verbal and physical abuse, drinking, gambling for a person

Gamble

“Hallooooo, the castle!”

Sir Myles shifted on Johara’s broad back, glancing up at the ramparts. A face appeared, leaning over the wall. “State your name and present your shield, sir, that I may carry your name and coat of arms to my master!”

“Sir Myles Peregrine of Castle Forêtcolline,” he called up, raising his shield and angling it towards the man on the ramparts.

A moment’s wait, and then- “Sir Myles Peregrine of Castle Forêtcolline, stand and await permission to enter!”

Sir Myles reined Johara back a pace or two. She snorted, and he leaned down to pat her shoulder.

The portcullis drew up into the gate, like some dragon’s maw opening wide. Sir Myles nudged Johara forward and across the drawbridge. The portcullis dropped down again, closing the castle’s beastlike mouth.

A man in blue and white livery- presumably the castle steward- stopped him a few yards in. “What is your business here?” he said, not quite coldly, but in a stern tone.

“I’m returning to my home at Castle Forêtcolline,” Sir Myles answered, “and the journey has taken longer than I expected. Would the owner of this castle be willing to grant me permission to stay the night?” Inwardly, he grimaced at the overly flowery, formal court language expected in this sort of situation.

The steward relaxed. “Sir Robert is currently training in the practice arena,” he said, gesturing to a wooden door at the left side of the courtyard. “I’m sure he would not refuse hospitality to a fellow Knight. Shall I have someone hold your horse for you?”

“My thanks,” Sir Myles replied, dismounting. “Will Sir Robert mind the interruption?”

“Coming from another Knight? Not at all.”

Somewhat strange answer. Sir Myles nodded, gave Johara one last pat, and headed for the door to the training arena.

This castle seemed…odd. He could tell at a glance that it far exceeded his own small castle, and yet its buildings seemed compressed, forced to stretch upward instead of outward. Towers and spires jabbed the sky like knobby bones. It made sense, for a castle built high in the mountains like this one. But to Sir Myles, it felt as if the whole castle was a skeletal dragon, perched on the side of the cliff and ready to leap down after some hapless prey.

He pushed open the door to the training arena. His castle was too small for one- he trained in the courtyard, so he was curious to see the arena. His feet hit sand, which distracted him enough so that for a moment, he did not hear the shouting.

“Jackanape! Simpleton! Blockhead!”

Sir Myles frowned at the loud, angry voice. Is that Sir Robert? Who is he berating so harshly?

He found Sir Robert in the center of the training arena. The man’s weapons lay in the sand at his feet, and he finished boxing the ears of a trembling boy standing before him as Sir Myles approached. “Clumsy little fool!” Sir Robert snarled. “Are you half-witted, deaf in one ear, or simply stupid?”

Sir Myles felt his eyebrows rise at the barbed words. I think this has gone on long enough. He cleared his throat.

Sir Robert looked up, surprise in his face, and turned back to the boy as he saw Sir Myles. “Get out of my sight,” he hissed, and the boy fled.

When he next looked back at Sir Myles, all the anger had drained from him, replaced with a pleasant expression. “Welcome, sir! I shall have to have a word with my steward about not announcing you. What brings you to Castle Drakehold?”

An appropriate name. Sir Myles mirrored Sir Robert’s friendly expression. “Just passing through on my way home,” he answered. “May I ask your hospitality for the night?”

“Of course, of course!” Sir Robert leaned down to pick up his sword, buckling it around his waist. He waved a careless hand at the rest of the scattered weapons. “My Squire will collect those later. Pardon my ignorance, sir, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Sir Myles waited for him to reach the edge of the arena, holding out a hand. “Sir Myles Peregrine of Castle Forêtcolline.”

Sir Robert clasped his forearm in greeting. “Well met, Sir Myles. Sir Robert Drake, at your service. Now that I’ve heard your name, I do recall hearing it before…”

“Was it perhaps mentioned in tandem with that of the Lady Isabeau of Avignon?” Sir Myles questioned.

Sir Robert’s face cleared. “Ah, yes!”

Sir Myles smiled. “She is Lady Isabeau Peregrine now, and has been for three wonderful years.”

“Congratulations!” Sir Robert returned the smile. If it were not for the display of anger he had witnessed in the arena, Sir Myles thought he would quite like this Knight. But the venomous words and blows he had seen Sir Robert hurl at whoever that boy was…it ate at him. He would never have raised a hand to the lowest scullion in his castle. His Knight’s Oath forbade it, even if his own conscience did not. Sir Robert, however, seemed to have abandoned chivalry when it came to his servants.

“Do you have any children, Sir Myles?”

The question jolted him out of his thoughts. He coughed. “Ah, no, I don’t. Isabeau…it’s out of the question for us, I’m afraid.”

“My apologies,” Sir Robert murmured.

“What about you? Is there a Lady Drake, or any young ones?”

“There is, on both counts. My Enid and I have been married nearly twenty years now. We have a son, Geoffrey, who is eighteen.” Sir Robert frowned suddenly. “Where are my manners? Please, let me get someone to show you to a room. Can I expect to see you in the great hall for supper?”

Sir Myles made a little bow. “It would be my honor.”

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Later that evening, Sir Myles sat on the bed in the guest room he had been shown to. His thumb ran back and forth over his closed fist, a motion he had the habit of doing when he was troubled. And currently, he was very troubled.

Sir Robert was the problem. The man was drunk on power, using his authority and status as a whip to keep those beneath him in line. Supper in the great hall had been much more extravagant than at Castle Forêtcolline, and from the way Sir Robert had spoken, either this was usually the case or he was putting on a show of wealth for Sir Myles- and was a very talented liar.

Sir Robert had been nothing but friendly to his fellow Knight. Sir Myles even thought he might like the man- if it hadn’t been for one small problem.

The boy from earlier had appeared at Sir Robert’s elbow a few minutes into the meal. Sir Myles had barely managed to keep his smile up, his heart knotting painfully, as Sir Robert hurled a never-ending stream of insults and criticisms at the boy, accompanied by more than a few blows. Once the boy had come close enough for Sir Myles to see tears shining in his eyes, but not a single one fell, even when Sir Robert backhanded him hard enough to send him crashing into the wall. The boy simply picked himself up and tried again.

The biggest shock of all had come near the end of the meal. Sir Robert had angrily dismissed the boy to the kitchens, and Sir Myles had taken the opportunity to ask- casually, as if it meant nothing to him, as if it was a mere curiosity- who he was. He had expected the boy to be one of Sir Robert’s many servants.

He had not expected him to be Sir Robert’s Squire.

That unsettled him. The boy was small, and skittish as a rabbit- certainly not suited to the rigorous training expected of a Squire. Perhaps that had been the cause of all the commotion in the arena. Sir Myles had no Squire, but he had seen several other Knights with theirs, and none had been treated nearly as harshly as Sir Robert’s. Sir Myles had never even seen one of his fellow Knights strike their Squire before.

What made it worse was how the boy did not shrink away from the blows. He braced for them, expected them. It told Sir Myles that this was no rare occasion- Sir Robert had been mistreating the boy for some time.

Sir Myles sighed, switching to his other thumb and fist. An idea simmered slowly in his head- a ridiculous, half-baked idea that Isabeau would surely not approve of. But he couldn’t think of anything else to do.

A knock at his door, and Sir Robert entered, smiling. “Just come to make sure you’re comfortable,” he said.

The perfect host. How long has he been keeping up that flawless facade? Sir Myles returned the smile, standing up. “I’m perfectly fine, Sir Robert. Your castle is one of the best I’ve seen- not that I’m much of a traveler, by any sort. My comforts lie closer to home.”

Sir Robert nodded. “You seemed troubled when I entered just now- is something the matter?”

Now’s my chance! Sir Myles bit his lip, laughing sheepishly. “Ah…truth be told, I have another reason for stopping here, Sir Robert.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. My wife does not know this, and if she did she would certainly put a stop to it, but…well, I’m rather fond of a good dice game, especially over a tankard of ale. Would you happen to care for either pastime, Sir Robert?”

Sir Robert laughed loudly. “I happen to care for both! And how Enid would scold if she knew!”

That was all it took. In no time, the two Knights were back in the great hall, at a small table in the corner by the fire, with dice between them and ale being served to them by a young maid who was rather obviously trying to catch Sir Robert’s eye. Sir Myles couldn’t blame her. The man was handsome- black curls falling almost to his shoulders, a carefully trimmed beard, steely gray-blue eyes…but the anger still lurked beneath his perfect, friendly mask, seeping out on occasion. Sir Myles had not met Lady Drake, but he hoped she was strong enough to withstand her husband’s outbursts of temper.

Although, from what I’ve seen, he already has a favorite target. The little Squire had not returned, which Sir Myles thought for the best. He wondered where the boy was.

Their game of dice was one of the fiercest he’d ever played. The smitten maid kept the two Knights well supplied with ale, and their betting grew more and more reckless as a result. A small crowd started to form as Sir Robert lost a hefty sum, and soon the dice game had become the main event of the night.

Sir Myles waited, winning and losing and carefully seeking his opportunity. When Sir Robert began to slur his words just a bit, Sir Myles threw the next round. He scraped by the next one, lost the one after that, and then came back with a vengeance, winning the pot- all carefully designed to keep Sir Robert playing recklessly.

Sir Robert reached for his tankard, drained it, and slammed it down on the table. “Another go,” he demanded.

“I won’t say no to that.” Sir Myles laughed. “Shall we heighten the stakes for this last round, give your good servants something to see?”

Amidst the uproar of cheering and clapping, Sir Robert stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Very well, then, Sir Myles. What’s to be your final wager?”

Sir Myles gave a resigned sigh. If this goes wrong, Isabeau, forgive me. “My palfrey, Johara,” he answered, to gasps from the assembled audience. “She’s not worth as much as a warhorse, but she’s a good, steady mare.” He reached for his tankard and drank. “Your wager, Sir Robert?”

“I’m afraid I have no horse I’d be willing to part with- I breed warhorses, more valuable than your palfrey, as you said. Hmm…and it would hardly be sporting to wager something you could not transport to your own castle…”

Sir Myles pounced on the opportunity. “I could always send a few of my servants back to fetch my prize,” he offered, and then frowned. “Of course, I am rather short-handed at the moment.”

Sir Robert tapped his chin thoughtfully. His face broke into a broad grin. “Well, perhaps your luck will change, if you win our little game. I’ll wager my Squire- the young lad you saw at dinner. Mind you, he’s quite a lazy little thing, and rather an idiot. I fear I’m not quite matching the value of your horse with him.”

Sir Myles waved a hand. “Consider the difference settled. You’ve given me hospitality for the night- that more than makes up for it.” I cannot believe that worked. It all comes down to the dice now.

The crowd hushed as the game began. Sir Robert, though now visibly drunk, still played sharply. Sir Myles felt a cold lump of worry settle in the bottom of his stomach. Isabeau would be very upset if he lost Johara, and on something as trivial as a game of dice.

But he had to at least try to pluck the little Squire from Sir Robert’s clutches. It hurt his heart even thinking about the small, bruised face at Sir Robert’s elbow and the frightened, tearful eyes that had glanced at Sir Myles for just one fleeting moment. That moment had convinced him to try and help, as had the fact that Sir Robert was even willing to gamble with the boy’s life.

Sir Robert cast his last throw, grinning as the dice turned up snake eyes. “That’s my win, then,” he said, slapping his hand down on the board.

“Ah, perhaps not, Sir Robert. I still have to make my last roll.” Please, give me something. Something to keep the game going, at the very least.

Sir Myles shook his two dice in his hand, breathed in sharply, and turned them out onto the table.

The dice showed twelve.

Sir Myles exhaled, the cold lump in his stomach dissipating. “I win.”

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franeridart · 3 years

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Anon said: Do you have any more of the comics where Kiri's cat gets into Bakugo's apartment?? B being a dumbass is adorable hrnfjf

I don’t, sorry!! But the very amazing extremely skilled chonideno wrote a whole wonderful fic on it, so you can read that if you want more!! I still can’t believe she did that for me ily mag ;;;

Anon said: kirishima with......... a braid

Honestly the best thought horikoshi should get on that already 🙏

Anon said: i think... that bakugo should give kirishima a sleeby nose smooch..... as a treat.........

Anon said: hello it is i, sleeby nose kiss anon, and i want to say that kiri should also get to wear bakugo's sweatshirt. as a treat. i think he deserves it.

I think kirishima deserves anything and everything in the world and then some so honestly yes, bakugou should absolutely do that! It’d be very soft and it’d make me very happy

Anon said: your blog is a kirishima fucking goldmine thank you for your service in these dark ass times

I’m very glad you enjoy my indulging myself for the past 4+ years hahahaha the more kirishima there is in the world the better, that’s for sure 💕

Anon said: WHAT is your drawing process please reveal your secrets I am b e g g i n g you

It’s nothing complicated, honestly! I sketch out a very rough idea of what I want to draw, then line it as loosely and smoothly as I can manage, add flat colors on another layer, shadows on a multiply layer clipped on the flats one, and then adjust the light/intesity of the colors with a airbrush tool on an overlay layer - it’s really the simplest process known to human artist hahaha I posted a step by step on my patreon at some point, but maybe one day I’ll find a way to make a process video and show you guys how I do it.................... maybe if I’ll ever get to buy an ipad, that’d make my life easier

Anon said: OH MY GODYOUR VIGILANTE AU JUST-- HSJXJDJDJS THESE IDIOTS

So very glad people are still finding and liking that one! I had fun for the little it lasted, it was a very self-indulgent au haha

Anon said: Your art is honeslty the only thing keeping me going atm cause I'm going through a tough time rn and your kiribaku art just 🥰🥰🥰 also what program do you use?? I've cycled through so many and I cannot for the life of me find a good one

Thank you so much! I use easy pain tool sai, which is the easiest, most simple program I could find since I’m easily overwhelmed by too complicated things lol it’s got its shortcomings but it works perfectly for the little I have to do :D

Anon said: so i, like, keep going back and reading and re-reading that really long kiribaku comic (the one where kiri won't let baku kiss him) and everything about it makes me happy!! like, your art is already such a delight to look at but you also write them so well and it makes my heart feel all bright and happy and that comic feels like a culmination of all of that and i just feel like '!!!!!!!' everytime

Oh god I nearly forgot about that one, I loved that comic! Had so much fun making it and it was so satisfying to post it 😭😭 I’m happy you still like it and go look at it!! feels very very good to know, thank you! ;;; <3

Anon said: you draw touches, like hugs and stuff, and remind me that i'm a bit touch-starved and i honestly can't say i regret it

Sorry I hope this means that you don’t regret looking at my art even if it reminds you of being touch-starved because I’m!!!! glad to hear that??? though I really hope you’ll get to be hugged soon, anon! ;;;;

Anon said:For some of your black/white art (lineart), do you mind if people color it with proper credit?I like to color manga panels, and I really like your art, so, along with crediting you, is it okay if I color your peices?

I’m not a hundred per cent opposed to it, but I’d prefer it if you could ask before doing so telling me specifically which piece we’re talking about! Cause there’s a couple I’d prefer didn’t get reposted in any form or way, after all ;;

Anon said: I was looking through the jujutsu kaisen tag and found you and looked through some of your recent art and I was about to follow you and then I realized I already followed you for your bnha stuff

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad to hear I could make you want to follow me twice over, then!!! 😁

Anon said: Reminder to drink water and relax, overworking yourself isn’t healthy and we all need time to wind down!

Anon thank you!!!!!!!! The same goes to you, take care of yourself!! <3

Anon said: you are the light by nine lashes has me feeling kiribaku feelings and i have not a single person around me who i can tell ;n;

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH I absolutely do know the feel, please feel free to come cry about them in my inbox whenever you’d like anon ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: Could you do a tutorial on lineart? Yours is so clean I’m jealous

It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just that there’s very little to it I could actually make a tutorial about? I try to keep my sketches vague and simple to not trap myself in the need to make the line look exactly identical to the sketch, and I try to keep my lines as long and uninterrupted as possible, let my hand kind of go the way it feels most comfortable to it if that makes sense, and I use ctrl+z A Lot to be sure the line flows the way I want it to in the direction I want it to go, and that’s honestly all there is to it! It’s not really about technique as much as it is about letting yourself keep as loose and fast as possible while putting down the lines, I really have no idea how else to explain it I’m sorry m(._.)m

Anon said: Sorry if this is an overasked question, but... what are your pronouns? I don’t wanna misgender you -.-

she/her! and don’t worry, you asking is no bother :D

Anon said: can ppl send, like, random hcs or thoughts to you? not like, drawing requests, you don't take those i know, but just because?

Hell yeah, please do!! I love to hear thoughts and headcanons, it makes my own creativity itch to get to work!!

#fran answers #i woke up the other day with eight new asks and i had a little heart attack thinking something had happened LMAO #it was just a lot of love though sob thank you sm <3<3<3

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bangtanger · 3 years

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CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol 1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀ a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀ a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀ a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL

❀ some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

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sickstarlight · 3 years

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fic inspired by a prompt from one of my generators, with additional inspiration from a post @rachthecool made! (reposted to add the tags I forgot, sorry <<;;)

3.8k of nausea-induced neuroticism and blame misplaced on OCD, warning for implied emet*phobia / general anxiety about illness.

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He feels it first like, like an itch, like an itch he can’t reach, like the itch that creeps back in to the back of his head until he can’t ignore it, can’t ignore it anymore. And he, well, he manages it the same way, of course, because he stops being - reasonable, stops thinking clearly when it gets too strong, and he simply can’t afford that now, can’t afford to lose his focus. He’s very busy, there’s no time to let a thing like that get in the way, not now, especially not now, when he’s getting so close. So close!

It’s not so bad, anyways, when he can focus on his work. When he can devote his attention to it. Makes it easier, to ignore it, push it aside for a time. Not fight it! Never fight it, no, that’s how it gets him, if he fights it, well, he’s already lost. But set it aside, that he can do, for a while, when something else has his attention. As long as his work’s not interrupted.

But this, now, this is something different - quite different. Setting it aside, that’s supposed to work, supposed to let him get on with things for a time, but it doesn’t seem to help. Something’s wrong, terribly, terribly wrong, and it, well, it’s like it’s eating him alive, pulling at all the threads of his thoughts until they unravel. His focus, that crisp bright ray of focus that’s supposed to keep it at bay, it just isn’t there, today, isn’t there at all. Scattered, like reflections on the water, stirred up by the wind.

He shuts his eyes, presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, his thumbs against his temples, as he takes in a breath and lets it out. That’s better, that should be... better, but it’s still there, still pulling at the edges of him: something’s wrong, out of place. He checks his desk, the pens and pencils laid out all in order, the notebooks marked and stacked just where he needs them. Not neat like people think it ought to be, but then, people often seem to miss the obvious patterns in things, don’t seem to understand the math - and the math is always flawless. Always flawless! The mathematician might err, of course, even he’s only human, but the math itself is perfect.

And it’s not his desk that’s misaligned, no, though he touches each notebook and writing utensil just to be sure, just to be on the safe side, adjusts them each minutely and confirm they’re laid out exactly as they should be. Precise. Mathematical. It’s something else that’s wrong, that’s ever so slightly, well, displaced.

Back to work, he’s got to get back to work, but he’s started thinking about it now, about all the dozen things that could be wrong, and the itch won’t go away, and, well, now he’s got to be sure. Got to be sure. If he could only focus maybe he’d put it aside, but he can’t now, not today, so there’s nothing for it.

He turns away from his desk and crosses the room, opens the blinds and closes them again. Opens them and closes them again. Again. Again. Satisfied that they’re fully closed, everything in order, he checks all the lights as well, one by one, runs the tips of his fingers along the edges of the shelves along the wall as he makes sure his books and files are all in order. Everything’s as it should be, as it should be, good. Good.

But why, then - why the itch. Why the feeling of wrongness that makes his spine crawl and his shoulders draw in too tense. Why the nagging sense that something isn’t right. His mind drifts briefly to the thought of what might be wrong in the kitchen, or the bedroom, or the foyer - but he tears his thoughts away from all that. No time for that, no, no, he can’t think about that.

It’s not real, he tells himself, gritting his teeth. It’s not, it’s not real, it’s not real or, at least, not measurable, not perceptible. Not something he can change or fix, despite the inexorable need to do something. He closes his eyes again, presses his fingertips to his temples. Wasting time, he’s wasting time now, and he’s too close for that, much too close. Got to snap himself out of it.

He takes a breath. Lets it out again. With one hand, he reaches into his pockets for his cigarettes, counts how many left in the pack, eleven, good, that’s good, and pulls one out carefully. He puts it between his teeth, flicks his lighter a few times before letting it catch to light the end. Inhales, and holds his breath. And holds it. And holds it.

When he exhales, his head is spinning, but it feels - clearer, yes. Clearer. Sharp. Focused. He takes another drag and sits back down, adjusting his chair into its place, into its proper place. It’s still there behind his eyes, the unfamiliar itch that he can’t place, but it’s dulled now, dulled enough that he can think. Back to work, he tells himself, can’t solve a problem he can’t see, now, can he, so he ought to work on something he can.

For a while, it works well enough; as it often does the cigarette helps soothe the itch, keeps it from getting, well, overwhelming, from getting too hard to ignore. Something else to focus on, help clear his head of all the meaningless distractions.

But even before he’s finished he feels it creeping back in, prickling at the back of his neck and clawing at his spine. That’s not supposed to happen, not yet. It’s supposed to, supposed to help, supposed to keep the feeling at bay for longer - an hour, sometimes two if he’s lucky, if he’s focused on his work. Shouldn’t come back yet, why, he’s still smoking his cigarette, it can’t come back now.

He rubs his temples with one hand, takes the cigarette out of his mouth to sip his coffee in the hope that it’ll help, but it’s gone cold, gone cold and stale in the time he’s been working.

For a few minutes longer, he tries to keep working. Tries to keep working. There’s so much to do still, he can’t let it get in the way. Can’t let it get in the way. But if it’s coming back already while he’s still got a cigarette in his mouth, it only gets worse after he snuffs it out. Not so bad as it was before, no, not quite so bad, but it begins to eat at his focus again, drowning out his thoughts with the persistent nagging feeling that something is wrong until he can barely think clearly.

Perhaps stepping away for a moment, just for a moment, will help, he finally decides, and lays down his pen. Just a moment to clear his head, yes. With a sigh, he downs the rest of his cold cup of coffee and gets to his feet to pour himself another in the kitchen.

The taste of copper suddenly coats his tongue, cutting through the lingering traces of smoke in his mouth, and deep in his gut he feels something lurch unpleasantly as the room seems to spin.

No, no, no, he can’t - he can’t be - can’t happen, he can’t let it happen, can’t be careless enough to let himself—

He hiccups and a mouthful of, well, coffee, mostly coffee spills onto his desk and as he catches his breath he has a brief glimmer of, of clarity, just enough to push his notebooks aside; they fall to the floor in disarray but he doesn’t, he doesn’t have it in him to care. The tight choked feeling in his throat is all that seems to matter, the only thing left that matters.

“No,” he whispers, “no, no, please, no.” He hopes the sound of his voice will ground him but it doesn’t seem to help. “No, please, no, I don’t - want—“

He breaks off as his throat closes up, his stomach heaving, making him gag. He’s going to be sick again, isn’t he, doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t want to be, how much he can’t be sick, not now, not now. He closes his hands and opens them, raises one almost to his mouth before thinking better of it. Another painful lurch of his stomach makes him gag again, and then retch, before vomiting another stream of coffee and acid up onto his desk.

What a mess, he’s got to, got to do something about the mess, can’t just leave it pooled there on the polished surface, but he feels as if he can’t move, as if he’s stuck somehow, stuck frozen in place. It shouldn’t be difficult, why, it shouldn’t be much different than if he’d just, just knocked over his cup of coffee, that’s really all it is, just coffee, except for the smell of it - and of course there’s the way the cream’s started to, to spoil, to curdle - and the sight of it thickening’s enough to make him gag again, choking on the foul taste at the back of his throat. He’s - he’s got to - got to - leave, he’s got to leave now, before he’s sick again and makes it even worse.

Stumbling slightly he runs for the bathroom, has to press one hand to his mouth halfway there when he gags and nearly vomits in the hall, only barely manages to swallow back the burning in his throat. He drops to his knees without the time to turn on the light and wraps an arm around himself. Can’t, can’t stop shaking, bent double over the toilet and fighting to choke back the contents of his stomach as heaves wrack his body - but it’s, it’s, well it’s simply no use at all. The itch that’s been nagging at him for hours has made itself at home now on the back of his tongue, and the best thing, the best, the only thing he can do is dislodge it.

He whimpers, and sounds pitiful even to himself as he gags and retches weakly over the water, a thin stream of liquid spilling over his lip. Helpless to stop it, entirely helpless, but knowing’s not enough, just not enough to keep himself from fighting it either. He hates it, hates it, hates being helpless, having no control, having anything he can’t control let alone himself.

Another heave makes him pitch forward, shuddering as his stomach forces up more of its contents. At least he’s barely eaten today, and it’s all liquid, well, mostly liquid, just coffee and cream, nothing else in him to expel. Even that, why, after a long few minutes - he can’t tell how long, can’t keep track, nothing to measure except his own ragged breathing - even that trickles off to nearly nothing, until he’s only gagging, just shaking and gagging uselessly.

With a groan he spits into the water and slumps back against the wall, eyes screwed shut, waiting for his heartbeat to settle. He digs into his pocket and pulls out another cigarette. It’ll calm him down, maybe it’ll calm him down, and if not it’ll at least get the sick taste out of his mouth.

His hands won’t stop shaking as he fumbles with his lighter; the first time he tries to get a spark it goes out, and he curses under his breath as he starts over, click click click click click click click before it catches on the second try.

The first drag makes him cough when the smoke hits the back of his throat, still raw, raw and ragged from retching and heaving trying to empty his stomach. He grabs the cigarette out of his mouth quickly as he hunches over the toilet again, but there’s nothing, simply nothing left in him to bring up. He sits back again, slouches against the wall and puts his cigarette back between his teeth.

There’s still the mess, all that awful mess he’s got to deal with, and only worse now, now, now that he’s let it sit all this time. Terrible, terrible, the thought of it, makes his stomach turn again; he sucks in a deep breath, smoke burning in his chest, and lets it out slowly through his teeth. Terrible thought, but what’s to be done about it now? He’ll have to see to it, sooner or later. Once he’s finished his cigarette, yes, once he’s finished this cigarette he’ll go and clean it up.

He stays curled there on the floor after he snuffs the cigarette out against the tile though, for a few minutes longer, just needs a few minutes longer to rest, when he’s only just gotten finished emptying everything from his stomach. His head feels heavy and the room’s spinning faintly around him, even now that the prickle of nausea has faded. Just a few minutes longer, he thinks, taking a breath to steady himself and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, pressing them in until he sees stars.

Okay, he tells himself, okay, okay. Get up, up up up, it’ll only be worse the longer he waits. Up and into the kitchen for a cloth, and then back to the studio to deal with the mess, nothing else to be done about it. With an effort, he pulls himself back to his feet and stumbles out into the hall, reeling a little as his vision blurs.

First the kitchen, where he doesn’t bother turning a light on, just fumbles blindly in the drawer for a dish towel. He checks the corners of it before running it under the tap, makes sure it’s soaked through, soaked all the way through and then grabs another, dry, as well. Checks the tap twice to make sure it won’t drip, checks the stove just in case, and then again for good measure. Good, good good good, everything in order.

He lingers for a moment longer in the kitchen, and considers turning the lights on to examine it more thoroughly, examine every corner in depth - but he’s wasting time again, wasting time, looking for excuses to delay. It’ll only be worse, only be worse the longer he puts it off. He’d best just get this over with.

Gritting his teeth, he ducks into the hall again and heads back to the studio. There’s a foul smell that hits him as soon as he’s in the door, harsh and acidic, and it nearly makes him want to vomit again, but at least he’s sure, well, relatively sure he can’t, so there’s no need to worry. No need to worry. No need to worry.

Still, his throat is tight as he stumbles over to his desk, and it makes his breath catch in his throat. Get it over with. He drapes the cloths in his hand over the back of his chair and leans down to grab the waste paper basket under the desk. Up close, the smell is so strong it makes even his empty stomach churn, and he has to swallow hard to clear the lump from his throat so he can breathe. Just have to get it over with.

He rests one hand gingerly on the clean edge of the desk to steady himself for a moment before he grabs the dry cloth, holding the wastebin up against the desk to contain the mess as he mops it up. He’s not yet half finished cleaning the surface of his desk when it overwhelms him, completely overwhelms him, though he’s not sure if it’s the smell or the feeling of it soaking into the dishcloth under his palm; he has to brace himself against the desk again to lean over the bin, retching harshly but bringing up nothing of substance. His eyes are watering, making his vision swim, and he scrubs at his face with the back of one hand.

He’s just pulled himself together enough to try and finish cleaning up when he hears someone at the door, someone knocking at the door. He freezes. Can’t answer, not now, can’t let anyone see this mess though why someone’s come to visit is far beyond him—

“Royce?” That’s Grant, it’s Grant calling from outside as he knocks on the door again.

Shit. Had he sent a message to say he was coming? Had they had some plan to meet that Royce had forgotten? He can’t remember, can’t remember, been too caught up in his work all day to think of anything else, and it doesn’t matter now, no, what matters is that Grant is here and goodness knows he can’t let Grant see this.

“Royce!” Grant calls more loudly, hammering harder on the door. “Royce Bracket, I know you’re in there.”

For his part Royce wishes he wasn’t, in fact, wishes very much that he was not in here, that he was more or less anywhere other than here, but there’s nothing he can do about that now. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and sets his jaw, one hand clutching the edge of the wastebin tightly as he hurries to finish cleaning up his desk. The urge to gag again threatens to overpower him, but he’s got to finish this, got to get this cleaned up before Grant sees, so he swallows hard against it and keeps wiping the pool of sick into the bin.

“Royce?” Grant calls from behind him, much too close. “What are you - ah, hell.”

He turns quickly, trying to keep himself angled between the desk and the doorway to hide the awful sight from Grant, but the movement makes his head spin and he has to double over the bin again, with a weak gag that comes out more like a strangled sob.

“You damned idiot,” Grant says quietly, crossing from the doorway to put a hand on his shoulder. “What have you gone and done to yourself now?”

“I think, ah,” he manages, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Think I’m not well.” He swallows hard, trying to clear the lump in his throat again, and adds, more quietly, “Not... really very well at all, actually.”

“I can see that,” Grant says, not unkindly. “You look awful. When’s the last time you slept?”

“I, ah,” he falters. “I’ve been, well.”

“Mm,” Grant replies, arching an eyebrow. “I thought as much.” He glances at the desk, and Royce wants to disappear into the floor. If Grant’s grip on his shoulder wasn’t so tight, he might collapse, might just collapse right here. “Have you even eaten today?”

“Not, not much since....” he begins, frowning. “Since, ah...” Now that he thinks about it, he’s not sure the last time he ate even was today, technically speaking, in the usual sense. Certainly more recently than he’s slept, but that’s little use, little use as a measure at the moment.

“Get something to eat and then get to bed,” Grant tells him. “You look ready to drop.”

He groans, swaying on his feet as his stomach lurches unpleasantly. “No, I can’t, don’t think I could, ah, could eat much, not at the moment,” he manages weakly, and swallows hard, trying to keep his breathing steady.

“Bed, then,” Grant says firmly, steering him towards the hall. “You need to sleep, Royce, you’re going to kill yourself like this.”

“But I,” he protests. “I’m, I’m busy, Grant, busy busy busy, I’ve got too much work to do—“

“And it’ll be here when you’re up again,” Grant points out, pushing him gently out the door. “You’re in no fit state to work now, though. Go, and I’ll make sure you have some ginger tonic when you’ve slept, and something light to eat.”

“I have to, well, have to clean up this mess,” Royce insists, but he doesn’t have the strength, doesn’t even have the strength to dig in his heels as Grant marches him down the hall. “All this mess, I can’t just...”

“If it’s so damned important, I’ll see to it myself,” Grant says. “You’ll have to get your papers back in order yourself, I’m afraid, but you can do that after you’ve slept.” He stops pressing forward outside the door to the bedroom, his grip on Royce’s shoulder loosening slightly. “Bed, Royce,” he says. “Now.”

If he were to be totally honest, why, if he were to say anything about it at all, Royce would have to admit it’s relief, more than anything, quite incredible relief he feels as he stumbles into his room, his knees simply giving out from underneath him as he reaches the bed. His head is still spinning, still spinning even now that he’s no longer standing, but it’s better than being on his feet. As much as he might like to argue, would still very much like to argue in fact, it seems his body, fueled mostly by coffee before he’d thrown all of it up, has sided with Grant in this particular debate, and even as he struggles to crawl under the covers he finds it’s getting hard to keep his eyes open.

He thinks Grant says something, looking into the room from the doorway, but he can’t make out what it is, can’t make it out at all, and everything’s gone dark before he has the chance to ask.

It’s dark by the time he wakes, sometime late that night, and his head feels clearer than it has in days, and when he turns on the light by his bedside it’s to see a plate of soda crackers and a bottle of ginger tonic on the nightstand, just as Grant had promised. He manages a smile, pushing himself upright, and reaches for the tonic with one hand.

When neither a few sips of tonic nor a handful of crackers makes his stomach try to revolt, he rubs at his eyes with one hand and stumbles to his feet. It seems Grant’s already gone, gone home once he was asleep, but there’s a message waiting for him, reading Hope you’re feeling better when you’re up. Cleaned up in the study; I don’t know how you organize your things but I tried to at least make them tidy. Call if there’s anything you need. -Grant.

It’s true, when he looks into the study, that all his things are still out of place - but the notebooks, pens, and papers he’d scattered on the floor in his earlier panic are stacked and lined up neatly at the edge of his desk. To his surprise he’s still relieved, even glad about the attempt to help, even as he sits down to rearrange them, put them all back in their places, all in their proper places.

He’ll have to say thank you later, he promises himself, once he’s caught up with his work. As much as he’d resented Grant’s unexpected appearance at the time, now that he’s back on his feet he can’t deny he’s grateful for the help.

#emeto fic #sickfic #emetophilia #illumivomi #is that tag ok to use for fic too or is us mostly art? ;; lmk if I shouldn’t be using it...#transicktor #emeto #sorry for posting this twice I rushed and forgot tags ^^;;

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lavenderbyun · 4 years

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was tagged by @rosiedaes (thank you sam~) to post my gif making process (& i forgot to add bg music oops + i was also gonna do detailed annotations but also got lazy and chat a lot of crap in this video... im so sorry)

i’ve been giffing for a while now, so it doesn’t take me very long i think? (this has been 4x sped up) but like its still so hard lol. i’d initially considered recording one of my quote sets because those take more effort and time lmao but like... let me tell u its a whole mess and u dont wanna see that

i know i play it pretty safe when giffing, like im very specific with sharpening and colouring... and i’m still trying to figure out vs - but im really hoping that doesnt like make it seem like giffing is a walk in the park? and therefore ... like CC’s being upset over reposting or shitty tumblr ratios is us making a big deal out of nothing? idk where im going with this lol (please reblog we’re starving for validation looool)

oh wait, also heres the gifset im making in this video lol

edit: thank you so much @rosiedaes & @kojiseok for helping me lool the literal mental breakdown everytime i use VS (aka @ 0:57) is now solved :’) i owe u both my life

tagging: @letsflytoasiarenata @krysyuy @rabonghee @moonlightsdream @baek1nho @leekangdoo (no pressure though, please feel free to ignore lool)

#babbles #dont ask me what this is bc i dont know either

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tartagilicious · 5 years

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checkmate (theo x reader) *repost

(thanks a lot to @cinnamon-smutcakes for pointing out tumblr’s shadowbanning habit lol, I wasn’t aware of it when I wrote this and never thought to go back and change the tags ^^)

checkmate bitch

genre: smut

wc: 3.6k

@pkmnmstrchf thank you for requesting, and also for your comment! this prompt is probably one of the best I got, so out of pure respect for the ideas in my head and the character, because I fuckifhj love him, this is gonna be a spicy one lol. (Because like I said, I’ll accept some~) yeah, this is gonna be a pretty explicit one since I jack up the monologuing and description so much to hide that I suck at dialogue 😘

(i’m sorry this took so long T_T)

written to miss you by gabrielle alplin and the enemy by Andrew belle

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“Why do you insist on doing this, Theo? It would take little for you to leave me alone until the sand in the hourglass falls, yet you-“

“Because,” He interrupted sharply, his lips curling in a half-hearted frown. “You must have mush for brains, knabbeltje. Don’t you get it?”

You felt like you had made an enemy of him the moment you stepped through the mansion’s doors. Even if he hadn’t known of you until later, his annoyance and irritation had still somehow stuck to you anyway.

And it really did seem that way to you.

You bickered with him constantly, almost as if he took pleasure in seeing you squirm because of his words. You argued unironically with equally sharp tongues, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like feeling as if you’d put him in his place. But, of course, that was only mutual. Both with fiery personalities, you each naturally yearned for nothing more than to put the other in their place.

You assumed that was what he was doing when he came to your room; doing nothing more than picking a fight, but he showed you that he was less predictable than you thought in more ways than one that night.

You narrowed your eyes as he came closer. “Obviously I don’t.”

His eyes held as much tension as your own did, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could go without cracking under the weight of it. It was clear he felt the same way, his normally stern eyes swimming with unfamiliar emotions. Predictably, he was the first one to make a move, his eyes unwavering on yours as he walked up to you.

“You’re the one that has mush for brains.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes for the sake of your wildly beating heart.

His cool eyes swept over your face before he laughed with mock concern. “You can’t come up with a better comeback than that?”

“I could,” You gave him a steady look. “But you’re not worth it.”

His lips curved up slightly into a daring smile as his fingers came out to run teasingly on your jawline.

“Is that so? Prove it.”

And, before you could so much as get a word out, his lips were on yours. He took you as if you were an aphrodisiac, his movements ardent yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but find yourself getting lost in it as his tongue began to swipe across your lips. The pleasure he gave you from a single kiss was inconceivable, and though you knew it was wrong, you let yourself continue with as much of a comprehensible thought as you could manage.

You opened your lips to him, sighing languidly as your tongue played with his. The feelings he gave you rushed to your stomach immediately and settled there as you moved closer to him, giving up your justified senses as you silently begged him for more.

He pulled away after what felt like only a few moments, a thin string of saliva connecting you as you both breathed hard.

“___, I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him for an instant, your mind suddenly asking you if what was happening was right. But, before you could dwell on it, your body gave into his lingering touch and his adoring words. You unconsciously reached out and pulled him close again, a content moan stumbling from his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck.

His kisses were sweet with just the right amount of intense, but, they ultimately weren’t enough.

You shakily found his hand and laced your fingers tightly with his before lifting it up your skirt to push directly over your clothed heat. You were admittedly unsure of the boldness that came with your actions, but he, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice as he stopped to ask you one last thing before you crossed the point of no return.

His whisper was rushed but gentle as he asked, “Are you sure?”

I’m never been more unsure of anything in my life.

But, you had no choice but to give into the painful arousal flaring in your stomach, putting aside your worries rather than stopping things where they stood because of them. You gave him the firmest nod you could muster, and he took to you expertly right away. His fingers pressed into you as he moved to pepper kisses down your neck, stopping sporadically and leaving marks that were sure to show well into the next day.

You moaned his name in a quiet vibrato as your fingers dived into his hair, gripping whatever you could as he continued to press into you. His fingers worked neatly, kneading you in ways that had you about melting where you stood. Your knees trembled as pleasure overcame your body, and you gripped his shoulder as a soft plea for more.

The knot in your stomach tightened as his voice came out low and raspy, his lips brushing up against your ear as he spoke.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping, ___.”

He dragged a single digit across your clothed slit in a single slow motion that had a whimper tumbling out of your lips and colour flooding your cheeks.

“It’s because of you,” You pushed out the words with a shaky gulp. “You jerk,”

You felt him smirk at the side of your face as he pulled his hand away from you.

“Are you asking that I stop, then?”

His teasing was expressed in a haughty tone that you would normally despise, but now the sound did nothing more than add to the slick mess between your thighs.

You pulled back to stare him in the eye, your expression twisted into a pout. It didn’t take long for him to give into you, though, and with your arm still wrapped around his neck, he pulled you back in to a fiery kiss that took your breath away. He kissed you roughly, as if his life depended on it, and you responded steadfast.

He backed you into a corner with his tongue in your mouth and his hand slipping past your panties before catching you by surprise and lifting you up to sit on your desk. You let out a gasp as he hiked up your skirt and slipped the first digit into your heat without warning, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to steady yourself. Arousal was dripping through your panties and onto the wood finish of the desk beneath you, and you couldn’t help but whine in embarrassment and pleasure at the lewd sounds that echoed throughout the room.

“Theo-“ Your eyes squeezed shut as he added another finger, and you just heard him push out a laugh as he panted.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you come so undone, ___.”

Your grip tightened on his shoulders as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you couldn’t even find the heart to respond fully. So, you did all you could as you reached up and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Your lower stomach burned as your tongues swirled together and his fingers continued to work to a point where you could almost taste your release. But, he seemed to notice this, too, and immediately ceased all of his actions. He backed away from the kiss, and pulled his fingers clean out of you in a quick motion that had you moaning yearningly for him.

“Hondje, did you really think I was going to let you finish so quickly?” He whispered this to you as he pulled his fingers away, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed.

Your breaths were uneven but your eyes were determined as you spat out, “Fuck you,”

He smiled beratingly before responding casually. “Don’t worry your little head, that’s already well on its way.”

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the desk chair he’d pushed away and sat on it so he was almost at eye-level with your pulsing heat. But before he could go any further, he noticed that you had already sneakily slipped your hand down your panties while he was looking away. Your eyes were shut and your brows were knitted tightly, your face so wound up and delicate that he even hesitated in interrupting you for a moment.

But, seeing the look on your face as he grabbed your wrist to stop you was worth it.

“What did I just say?” He asked, his voice dangerously low as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear. “You don’t get to cum until I say so, got it?”

Before you could respond, he had slipped your underwear clean off and thrown them on the floor. You moaned at the contact of cold air and he took the opportunity of your blindness to pull you legs down and hook them smoothly over his shoulders.

You gasped as his tongue ran slowly across your clit, your back arching easily at the quick change in position. But he did little to ease you into it, his tongue licking into any crevice and going as deep as it could almost immediately. Your moans grew so loud and desperate that you were half-worried that the other residents could hear them, but you long forgot about it as lewd slurping sounds filled the room and pleasure filled your chest.

You panted as Theo’s nose rubbed against you, and soon, with the combination of his tongue, you were seeing colours in no time. Your first release was a heavy feeling that had you groaning in pleasure as your essence was quickly lapped up by the man responsible for it. But in the moments after, he couldn’t help but cease. Everything was very sudden, and even he was having a hard time wrapping his head around what was happening.

He did all he could before catching your lips in a gentler kiss, hoping the action conveyed his thoughts well enough before he decided to hoist you up and bring you over to the bed for a more comfortable change. He dropped you on the soft mattress in one smooth motion, backing you up to the headboard. But, he took an extra second to look at you before continuing. Your skirt was still hiked up, revealing you nude beneath, and the top two buttons of your shirt had somehow come undone in the events prior. Never in a thousand years did he think that you, the strange woman who had unknowingly waltzed her way into a different time, would be lying in front of him, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. But, there you were, in the flesh.

Without wasting another second, he pressed his lips contra yours once again, reigniting the undone passion with no trouble. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as your lips worked against each other’s, equally desperate to continue where you left off. Pieces of clothing came off one by one before long- your oxford, his jacket, your skirt, his pants; until you were both bared before each other in yet another way.

Because even if you’d made temporary enemies out of each other, there was still a certain type of smile exchanged between the two of you, certain words and certain levels of trust that put both of you out there in more ways than just physical. You were one hell of an arguer, but, you were also one hell of listener, just as he was the same. Your relationship wasn’t easy to explain, so, he thought he could at least try then.

His lips made their way slowly down your body, stopping to leave generous marks on your neck and collarbone, and occasionally your stomach. He couldn’t help but indulge in the way you shook with pleasure, after all, your moans only fuelling his actions further. But as soon as he ceased for even a moment, you gathered all of your strength and flipped him over so you were straddling his lap. He moaned as you held his shoulders, your cum still gushing down your thighs and onto him.

You were breathing heavily, but you still managed to laugh. “Checkmate, Theo,”

He stared up at you and the marks all over your body and couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth when he met your smouldering eyes.

“Ride me.”

You faltered momentarily, just blinking, and for a second, he was afraid you were going to bail. You had been very clearly enjoying yourself and had made no effort to stop him, but he couldn’t help but notice your occasional hesitation. He didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he couldn’t get rid of the thought you potentially didn’t want to be doing what you were. He wanted to ask you, but before he could, you made up your mind. You shifted and sank down onto him, groaning and grabbing his hands as you positioned yourself on him. Your stomach was beating almost painfully as you began to rock your hips into a rhythm, closing your eyes as Theo gripped your hands back.

“Shit,“ He moaned, leaning his head back into the headboard as you began to lift yourself up and down. “You’re so good-“

You moaned his name as tears came to your eyes, your hips becoming sloppy as your releases both approached quickly.

“I-“ You cut yourself off with a soft whine, feeling him twitch inside of you as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m close,”

If you were being honest, you don’t remember what happened after that very well. You did trust Theo enough to feel okay not asking as you laid down in bed, already half asleep, but you were also just too embarrassed to admit that you’d almost blacked out for a few minutes. You wished you could have fought your exhaustion, but, after a hard day, you knew it was unavoidable no matter what. Your thoughts were like soup, and you could barely form a sensible thought as you quietly let Theo clean you up.

You were well on your way to a deep sleep, but, there was one thing that stuck out in your mind and flared in your chest above the rest of the emotions you were feeling. Pleasure, relief, and happiness pushed at your heart, but heaviest of all, regret rose to the top and overpowered the rest. You told yourself it wasn’t Theo, nor anything he’d done specifically, but no matter what, the fact that you were soon leaving the world behind stayed the same. You couldn’t afford to get close to anyone just as much as they couldn’t afford to get close to you, yet there you were.

Theo was walking over to you after disposing of the towels he’d used, but had stopped to pull his clothes on. You didn’t wait then.

“Theo, I think you need to leave,” You pushed this out in a single breath, bracing for his reaction as you internally apologised over and over again. “Before we wake up and regret what we’ve done.”

You were expecting a rash reaction from him because; he was still someone you weren’t on the best terms with. That hadn’t changed, no matter what you did with him. But, after a few long moments of silence, he just nodded quietly. You felt all kinds of things watching him force a smile and walk out, but you felt guilty that you were none the wiser about the thoughts whirring through his head.

Theo felt regretful. He mentally kicked himself for not listening to his gut and taking away concern in the way you had been hesitating, because it had come back to bite both of you. HeÂ knew it was his fault for that, and really, what could he do besides respect your decision?

The next time you saw him was in the dining room late the next morning, and you felt an unnecessary desire to avoid his gaze. Out of what, you didn’t know, and that alone was enough to frustrate you to your core. But you still kept your thoughts hidden, trying not to react to his eyes that stuck on your back as you walked.

That went on throughout the next few days, like a meaningless game. He stood next to you but you didn’t acknowledge him; you exchanged brief glances but nothing more, and it had so many things swirling in your chest you didn’t know what to do. It was almost too hard to act that way. You had gone over what to say to him in your head what must have nearly been a thousand times, yet, every time you saw him, your heartbeat picked up and you couldn’t help but look away.

Both of you were too quiet to say anything, and you knew that if you didn’t get the guts to say something, you would leave it to sit and nothing would change. So, you resolved that the next time you saw him, you would say what was on your mind. Then, you couldn’t help but repeatedly chicken out. It was like a cycle and you were tired of it; then it became clear that he was, too.

You met Theo by chance in the dining room at suppertime a few evenings later, and while you were fine in distracting yourself by talking to Arthur, who also was there, you still felt as though the issue was weighing down hard in your chest. It wasn’t much for the author to pick up on something so trivial, but he still had enough sense to not bring it up. He was his usual teasing self otherwise, but there was a kind of solid understanding swimming around in his eyes as he spoke that had you silently thanking him.

He didn’t butt in once, and merely left once he was done with his meal with quiet reassuring words and an entirely too characteristic wink of good luck.

You didn’t feel as though you’d gotten any luckier, though, because now, you were stuck in a room with the very person you needed luck regarding. You’d seen Arthur out of the room, seeing as you’d both finished your meals around the same time, and you almost felt weird about turning back to face Theo. So, you just called out a half-hearted goodbye, too deep in your thoughts to realise that he was coming up to you.

When you turned to leave, he caught your wrist in a swift motion that had your breath hitch.

“___?”

His voice was softer than you’d expected it to be, melting your heart in just the way you’d been trying to avoid. But, even you recognised what was happening; and it was far too late to do anything about it.

“…Theo.” You trailed off as you turned around to courageously meet his eye. It took all the confidence you had to speak. “What is it?”

He raised a brow. “Do you really want to play that game? You haven’t said a thing to me all week.”

You hesitated. What were you supposed to say to that?

“Sorry,” You managed, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks flushed. “I honestly didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear - it was sort of just like an instinct after the first time.”

“I’m sorry if I, you know, did something wrong. If you weren’t comfortable I shouldn’t have forced y-“

Your brows knitted in confusion as you interrupted, “You didn’t force me to do anything! Theo, is that what you thought?”

He didn’t answer, dropping your wrist to put a hand on the back of his neck.

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you?” he mumbled, sheepishly avoiding your eyes. Your heart did flips as you watched him, and, you finally realised the severity of what you’d gotten yourself into. No matter what you tried to convince yourself, the conclusion was clear as day. You had fallen in love with Theo, and there was no turning back now.

“I’m sorry,” You loosened up, exhaling your regrets. “it was stupid of me to do what I did. I regret it a lot, and I’m sorry I put you in such a bad spot.”

He stared at your expression before quickly grinning. “When you put it like that, ___, I have no right to be angry.”

“But also, Theo-“ You continued with a nervous smile. “I’m sorry for telling you to leave that night. You were, you know, good…”

You trailed off before covering your face as you laughed, fuelled by his laughter ringing alongside yours.

Moments later, he grabbed your hands and brought them away from your face so you could meet his eyes, and you had a hard time not blushing at how attractive he looked while smiling.

But, his smile was sly as he said, “You can tell me I’m a good f—“

You ripped your hand from his and put it over his mouth before he could take the sentence any further, adoration oozing from your gaze as you watched him laugh. Then, in sparked retaliation, he put his hands slyly around your waist but then began to relentlessly tickle your sides. So, when you had no choice but to let go of him, he took you in your arms and brought you close, your face just below his as he grinned yet again.

“Checkmate, ___.”

You smiled at the repetition of your words from the other night.

“You think you’ve already won?” You asked, smiling widely as you pulled his collar down to give him a slow kiss on the lips. The action undoubtedly completed your goal of surprising him, and with a slight murmur in-between your desperate actions, you whispered,

“Well, I win.”

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lucifer-hot-as-hell · 5 years

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About me and my blog

To all followers that may have stumbled onto my blog without knowing why... this is some "warning" how I am and how I use Tumblr.

I reblog posts/pictures I like and put my tags on them as I use tags to scroll through at times. I think twice before replying to post or reblogging with text. Sometimes I do and then start as discourse and regret it. Sometimes I add something may people like. I respect tags telling me not to reblog.

I like it when people like and reblog my posts. I wouldn’t like my stuff being reposted uncredited but its’ tumblr-ettiquette not to do so, I guess.

my main tags:

#the drool tag this tag contains pictures of Tom Ellis that I find hot and just make me drool... what goes in there is pretty subjective

#I find tom ellis highly attractive self-explaining, isn’t it? overlaps with #the drool tag.

#deckerstar I reblog gif-sets, edits and a lot of stuff I like about deckerstar

#lucifer on netflix no matter what season the post is about, I reblog posts about lucifer in this post since Netflix saved our show.

#lucifer spoilers I try to tag all spoilers. If I forgot, please let me know.

#lucifer fan art / #lucifer fanart I haven’t been consistent with these tags. I reblog stuff I like or post a bit of my own stuff (which is not as good as stuff by others)

#hubby vs. lucifer this tag is for personal observations from my life my husband’s “jealousy” of Tom Ellis / Lucifer and how my husband comments on Lucifer on Tom Ellis.

#infp This tag is for my personal musings. Anything I can relate to from a personal level goes in there.

I have a few other tags that I use repeatedly but those are just for reference for me. They are often related to people and moods. I can go to the tag and relive the moods...

I reblog stuff related to accessibility, disability or politics because I have a personal connection. I usually don’t reblog LGBT+ stuff. This does not mean that I am homophobic - on the contrary. I’ve learned on tumblr that sometimes when you are too “privileged” you should just keep your mouth shut and not say anything at all. So before I may offend anyone with a reblog, I rather scroll past.

Now something personal about me:

I am 35 years old, female, married, mom, cis-het, I don’t like labeling my sexuality because it has no significance to me. I do appreciate females more from an aesthetic point of view (Tom Ellis being a rare exception) and in other ways as well... but that’s a personal thing.

I like the label INFP for my personality. I like HSP at times but I’m not sure if it really applies to me. But I try not to label myself with any disorder - probably don’t have any at all....

I am privileged as they say. And I feel guilty about it. I am German. Which means I felt like apologizing for my mere existence, the existence of my people and the not-existence of others all my life. Meanwhile I have learned that living in this country is really a privilege. We have an excellent health care system, a more or less stable economy and it’s generally really safe here. But that’s pure luck... nothing I actively choose so I’m sad if I’m hated for being white, straight, married-with-kids.... I am not part of any major minority, yet the rest of my family is (my husband is not german, my daughter has a disability) So I still have reasons to feel threatened by the right populistic idiots that are spreading across the world.

And I do have empathy with others. Yet I have problems showing it. I remember a lot of information about people and I may put it together in a wrong way and come around offensive. I’m very insecure about interactions this is why I keep anyone from outside my own little family at distance. This distance may appear as arrogance at times but it’s just self-protection. Sometimes I break this rule of keeping distance. But then I often end up messing it up. So if you interact with me please remember that I don’t mean any harm. I apologize a lot and sometimes forget to scale down my over-dramatic expressions. I don’t limit myself in my posts but I know a lot of things I post would come around wrong if I said them to others.

I use some tags as trigger warning as well. Like I put “#abortion” in the tags in one discussion because some people may not want to see posts about it and have the tag blacklisted.

You may want to blacklist tags if you don’t like parts of my content and if you want any trigger to be tagged let me know.

Again, I’m grateful that you follow me and let me know if I have to change anything about my blog (not about myself - sorry, I can’t suddenly become someone else just not to offend people - and I’m really sorry about it) let me know.

#personal #infp #my blog

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hhemeraa-a · 7 years

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shipping meme !

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by: stole from like... 4 different people @dcsidcrium / @portalipsis (I think?) / @celestialspitfire (I think???) / @lunaciies (I think?????) tagging: follow ur heart

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

A kick to the nuts. HA - I’m kidding. I currently do not... have... an otp for Myles... I mean, don’t get me wrong, I ship Troy and Myles harder than I ever want to admit, but it’s no fun playing in a sandbox all by myself, so I try not to think about it too hard. But my OTP would probably be anything that involves Myles and happiness. I actually want him to admit that he loves someone and my life will be complete.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What won’t I RP is a shorter list, but because of how.... emotionally difficult Myles is, a majority of any ship needs to be plotted to some extent or else you are at his mercy which means that any ship success rate goes down to about 2% unless the planets are perfectly aligned. With that said, I’m pretty open to all the genres, even those taboo ones you don’t think I’d be into but I am.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

I refuse to (romantic) ship with anyone under 18 (muns or muses) and Myles very rarely will ever be interested in anyone between 18 - 21. With that, so long as everyone is a consenting adult, age ain’t nothing but a number. Plus Myles likes ‘em older. He won’t make age an issue if your muse doesn’t make age an issue. Some of you have muses that are hundreds and thousands of years old, so? It’s a non-issue.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Myles? Hell yes. I said prior, but Myles is extremely difficult to ship with unless it’s plotted and there’s chemistry involved. 90% of the time, he is playing to emotions that benefit him in a situation, but doesn’t actually feel romantic inclinations towards someone. He can be friendly and have one night stands, but if someone asked to be his boyfriend, he’d mean laugh in their face and walk away. But to answer this question - yes, I am. Only because it takes a lot for Myles become attached and actually have feelings that aren’t just surface value. If he’s gotten to this point (unless it’s the rare 1% where he just instantly clicks), we’ve probably RP’d or plotted a lot and I’m starting to get real fuckin annoyed when people drop the muse or disappear right after all the work we’ve done. I’m tired of it, Myles is tried of it, and [we] I’ve become much more weary about being the one to commit when someone else hasn’t.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

Idk, usually if there’s a peen out, I’m pretty sure that counts as nsfw. I’m bad at tagging things and 50% of the time my written nsfw isn’t tagged, but that’s only because 1) my blog is tagged as nsfw so browse at your discretion, 2) all images will always be tagged with nsfw, 3) this thread isn’t for you, so why are you reading it lol (I’m half joking, half not) 4) I’m pretty sure my partner knows that it is nsfw. Unless my partner wants things under a read more or has specific things they want, I sin proudly and openly.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

CRACKS KNUCKLES. I COULD HAVE MADE THIS SHORT BUT SCREW THAT. If I forgot to add you, I’m sorry!

@portalipsis - this has been a real slow burn and probably the only healthy thing Myles has in his life that doesn’t involve explicit fighting or manipulation on Myles’ part. I think it’s very cute in that Myles is kind of aware how Chris feels and is being Extra patient with him because he likes to watch the boy squirm. ALSO Porthos writes smut fanfiction of Hemera and mails it out to people. Don’t think he forgot. @heavensson - Sorry Spike, but you’re trapped with Myles’ gross ugly affections because no matter what you do to try and get rid of him, you know it’ll just turn him on. Semi-complicated considering Troy is involved in this odd companionship and they can’t really get rid of each other. @etlascivus - >:3c Demon’s sneaking into Myles’ room at night claiming him as their own only for Myles to get a boy crush on him. Another complicated and involved relationship considering Myles hasn’t really put together what he feels for Asmo. While I wouldn’t say it’s love, Myles’ attachment quirks are starting to come in strong and Asmo tends to do or say the right thing at the right time to put this uptight bundle of emotion at ease to the point where he doesn’t mind (or has completely forgotten) about the mark on his arm. @corpusdxlicti - You mean Myles’ future husband?? Myles will end up feeding off this relationship because of how emotionally detached Vincent appears to be as Myles is 99% more inclined to let himself like someone when they don’t like him back. Not that this is the case here, but Vincent’s seemingly complete emotional detachment gives Myles the room to dance around in his own emotions - little does he know that Vincent is low key (high key?) possessive/jealous and I AM READY FOR THIS. @dcsidcrium - the first girl Myles probably ever kissed. Dating his best friend and secret unrequited love. Nikki is the sister Myles never asked for and will defend her to the death all the while cussing her out in the same breath. He’s also probably shot her more than a few times. A++ friendship. @kashiings - Archer you little shit. A verse of its own, Archer is (was) Myles’ best friend in childhood and also first (boyfriend?) although there were clear miscommunications about what they were and it really tore a hole in Myles after Archer went off and got married. Despite all this, Myles is teetering on the edge of loyalty and abandonment, remaining by his side even after he comes back in Myles’ mid-twenties. @inionnaforaoise - Started off as purely professional - these two are frienemies to a fault. The type to drive by and flip the other off under the table while at a very professional meeting or “accidentally” shoot the other in the arm in the middle a fire fight and shrug like ‘oops’. At the same time, they’ll share a drink together and mean laugh about people they hate. If we’re not counting demons with lady bits, she will probably be the first (and only) girl Myles ever sleeps with. @whiteliily - Ash is a national treasure and these two has this weird high school boy crush going on where they just... nervously laugh around each other. I honestly think that Ash is the only muse that has made Myles openly blush without trying. Even considering Myles’ emotional stuntedness, Ash has been real forward?? Which is pretty disarming for Myles and it’s weird because Myles is like??? Happiness??? Without?? someone??? suffering?? idk man, Ash is great, Jazz is great. This whole thing makes me happy inside. @bestiadeluna - Mally is that friend that Myles flinches around all the time because she’s probably punched him in the arm so many times out of playfulness that it bruised because she’s so much strong than he is. She’s the drinking friend that shows up on his couch once a month and eats all his pie, or brings someone over so that he can explain what a cuck is much to his dismay. They don’t hang out often, but when they do, it’s like they saw each other yesterday and someone is bound to either get hurt or in trouble. @fluffmiester - Space Papa. Apparently Rrii has taken Myles in as his son and while Myles is ok with it, he’s going to take every chance he gets to twist Rrii’s words into something gross. It’s how he shows his affection Rrii, I swear. @svagefaith - Myles’ bitter ass soulmate from hell. The only way these two are going to get on the same page is if some outside event forces them to admit their feelings, but so far the universe is just staring at them like “y i k e s”. They would make amazing friends, but being bound to each other is causing more tension than it’s worth and both are too stubborn to back down, even though they’re both quietly attentive their needs, their emotional connection keeps missing. They’ll get there. @carnivorarium - ZIP because Myles needs more strong independent wolf ladies in his life, although he will always bother her about why she’s single. He’s going to be that annoying younger brother that digs through her stuff and leaves all her tampons out on the curb because he was feeling annoying and she will probably be that older sister that drop kicks into his room while he’s making out with someone so that she can scare the shit out of them in her final form.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yes, although if we have a thread going/there’s chemistry, I’m sure we’ll both reach out to each other about it naturally.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

I love it! But I don’t believe shipping is purely romantic and includes platonic things and enemies. I have very few romantic ships and that’s often up to Myles to decide that. Friends and enemies are great though, so I’m always down to talk about different possible relationships.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yes! And multi-verse unless it’s discussed.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Meh - romantic things are nice, but like I’ve been saying, this is completely up to Myles and he’s not inclined for romance. So I’m a ‘more or less’ kind of person. If I really like a ship we have going, I’ll be very obsessed hahaha

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Fandom? Don’t know her. HA. ok. Um.... well, I used to be really into Deimos and happiness. I’m still committed to this, but some people within the fandom really ruined the character for me to the point where even after I tried to make a blog to save my feelings, all I see is bitterness and disdain. They say time heals all wounds buT HERE I AM. STILL BROKEN. Sometimes I write on his blog and I’m filled with such nostalgia... but I hate shipping him with Cain which is my ultimate nOTP but since the fandom is made up of pretty much Cain’s and Helio’s, my time on that blog is.... minimal.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

My favorite ships always start as an accident - either though starters where we just see something click, or an ask where something funny happens. Just write with me or approach me about it! Chances are if you want to ship, you’re going to know something about Myles’ personality that you/your muse likes. If you come to me in hopes to finding a ship without any prior knowledge of him, you might have a bad time. It’s really easy for things with Myles to get toxic fast, so unless you’re prepared for a slow burn, idk if this is the right place? But again! Just reach out, I absolutely love discussing relationships and plotting, it keeps me alive in my waking hours.

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