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background-bg-chan · 6 months

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ooc: my bg-chan headcanons because I'm (EXTREMELY) delusional

non-binary (they/them + ok w emoji pronouns)

(non dating) aro-ace

a pretty chill person, or at least has a pretty calm and regular attitude

(actually has anxiety and is just really bad at expressing it)

Overwhelmed easily (has sensory issues)

Favorite food: rice. just rice

Favorite color: dark non-neon blue/cyan that doesn't hurt your goddamn eyes

They primarily communicate through emojis in text

(selectively?) mute

In real life they mainly use sign language when they really HAVE to communicate with words

their nickname is bg-chan (stolen from @sobeksewerrat 's fic)

They are extremely simplistic and mayhaps boring and I love that for them

On their phone 24/7

autistic

has pretty average grades

Obsessed with webtoon

On the extremely rare occasion when they DO type in words they type all lowercase and use the least amount of words as possible

Sunscreen eater (this is a reference to a YouTuber I won't elaborate)

Ok but WHY ARE THEY SO PALE

background-chan/bg-chan isnt their birth name (WOW WHO WOULDBE GUESSED) they just like to call themselves that

Orphan

Introverted (if you couldn't tell)

daisy is good friends with them (introvert + introvert dynamic)

Uh yeah that's it for now

WHY AM I LIKE THIS?? I. I don't know i

EDIT: I used the word "delusional" incorrectly. Being excited about an irrelevant background character is not being delusional. Me saying "I'm so delusional" when I'm not being delusional can be extremely damaging because then more people will start misusing the word and misunderstanding it. I apologize for this, I'll make sure I don't repeat the same mistake again!

#background-chan #background chan #bg-chan #bg chan #tmf #the music freaks #headcanons #freakblr #rosyblr #ooc

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cringelordofchaos · 6 months

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uhhhh

#bg-chan #my art #took thirteen minutes of my valuable time smh #background chan #background-chan #bg chan #tmf

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espuor · 8 months

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ㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 ⠀ ㅤ 악 '⠀ㅤ 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋ㅤㅤ 𝗍𝗈𝗂ㅤㅤ♥︎

͏ ͏ ͏

lar ( 1 ) definições: nos braços dele, em seu sorriso eterno de amor e fotos espalhadas pelo quarto. amo-te em herasia.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓁𝓾𝓿ㅤ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹐ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ 𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆-𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼ㅤㅤ⠀ ㅤ ·⠀ㅤ 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇.

ㅤㅤ·ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♥︎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾

ㅤㅤㅤ

poemas líricos ( ... ) na fragilidade das gravuras, entre beijos solares 🪽♡ te faço meu jardim.

⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯ ⠀ ㅤ ⠀ㅤ 𝗆𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ กวีㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❀. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍.

ㅤ

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kpop-locks · 4 months

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ bang chan ; simple ”♡ᵎ ꒱

like/reblog | @exolyxions

don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

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crisscreen · 18 days

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𑁍 Bangchan ꒰ Stray Kids ꒱ lockscreens

Like & Reblog ♡ Don't repost please

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chrisbangz · 9 months

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bang chan ✦ harper's bazaar japan

#bang chan #stray kids #bystay #staysource #channiesnet #*mine #l.gif #adriblr #bobausertag #dreamytag #melontrack #usersemily #userhyunchanz #userlau #usermoonjuice #usersa #usertsu #bg looks horrendous but hey #let's focus on the very handsome man in front of it 🖤

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loserlvrss · 1 month

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꒰ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ 이찬영

summary : you and anton had a lot of memories attached to seemingly meaningless songs

genre : fluff, anton x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, kiss author notes : i love my man (this is not proofread at all) word count : 0.7k

the atmosphere was dim, romantic even, as the music wafted through the air. you reminisced about the song, imagining your boyfriends hands on your waist swaying you gently. you imagined the love-sick look in his eyes as he finally leaned in, kissing you for the first time.

"are you okay? do you not like this song? i can put on —"

"no!" you blurted, features pink. you further approached him, laptop set against his legs as he scrolled with two fingers on the touchpad. "it's the song you first kissed me to, anton, i love this song."

he laughed quietly, "do you remember this one then?" he asked, looking up at your standing position.

you heard the familiar intro, laughing out as the memories started flashing behind your eyelids; a rainy night when you and anton had decided to try baking together — the spoiler was that it didn't go well, and you ended up walking to the nearby convenience store for ice cream.

you pointed an accusing finger, "if you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn't have burnt!"

he gave you his signature shy expression, which contradicted his bold words, "you're easy to distract though, y/n."

your eyes narrowed, you hummed in disbelief, remembering a couple specific memories where anton was more than distracted by you, "i won't say what just came to mind, baby."

he started playing another song, one that happen to be playing when those memories occurred. you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips; a laugh that was absentmindedly directed at your boyfriend. however, he knew it just as well, too.

anton decided he had enough of your mocking, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto the couch next to him. contrary to his desire, you were still giggling.

you pointed at the screen again, "this one always reminds me of you and the boys."

he smiled, and you rested your head against his broad shoulder, "this one reminds me of you, i always have to add it to my playlists."

you lifted your head silently, staring at his side-profile. your lips pouted, and you don't know why you wanted to start crying.

his face turned to you, lips only inches apart, "what?"

"that's the cutest thing I've ever heard."

"it was my most played last year." he admitted.

you felt your heart pound against its confines, looking into the eyes that always gave you comfort. you knew anton owned all of you; your heart was his, and his yours. you loved him more than the earth itself. more than life itself. you found it cliche at first, how you thought you couldn't live without him, however, it was true. you didn't know what you'd do without him. he was your peace of mind. your safe place. your home. the person you knew was always on your side. and all the memories attached to mediocre songs only confirmed it.

sweetly, you pressed your lips to his, letting the feeling linger. your breathing was in synch. your heart beat was in synch. your love for one another was in synch. you never had to give each other reassurance anymore because nothing was up for debate. he was your perfect person, and there's no one else you'd rather spend your time with.

anton pulled back, whispering so melodically against the music in the air, "i love you, y/n."

and another memory attached itself to a song that meant nothing to anyone else, but everything to you.

you pecked his lips quickly, a smile plastering your features — skin still tinted pink from everything.

"i know," you replied, looking down at the screen and choosing a different song, one he could attach to you. one that you could deem yours. one that you've always known had a special place in your heart. "i love you, more."

he felt his heart start beating, palms sweating, and skin tinting to match your shade. he'd never heard those words from you despite knowing they were true.

he switched the song, "not possible, baby." he joked, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his, and you smiled, squeezing it comfortably.

eventually, your head made its way back onto his shoulder, and throughout the rest of the night you both took turns picking songs that had memories attached to them, giggling and relishing in the tenderness that a seemingly simple thing could bring you.

if this was the little life people were talking about, maybe you didn’t mind it after all.

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325files · 1 month

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𖹭⠀࣭⠀ֹ the longest 6 years ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗　

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psicoticos · 9 months

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miniversse · 28 days

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⭑”race my heart”pt.2⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ lee know x female reader

⭑ synopsis: lee know, your academic rival strikes your path again during a motorbike meet up, and the lines of hatred and love begin to blur. as the engines rev and the wind blows hard, these lines intertwine and you both spill the bottles of emotions you had for eachother.

⭑ content includes: unprotected sex, spanking, degrading, non-idol lee know, non-idol reader, in established relationship, enemies to lovers, drinking, semi-public sex

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

as we zoomed through the city streets, the wind rushed past us, and i let my eyes fall shut to take in the cold air. the engine roared as lee know would pick up his pace and you had no other choice but to hold him tighter and push your body closer to his. the way he handled the motorbike, the way he wore his helmet, and the way the city lights reflected over him all made your stomach flutter…

you come to a slow stop at a red light and you gain your hearing again, hearing the other cars on your sides.

“you’re not gonna ask where i live?” you exclaimed over the loud rumbling of his motorbike

“i’m stopping by a kiosk first” the hues turn green and you squeeze him tighter, preparing to take off.

lee know stops at an empty, dark lot of a small kiosk. the parking lot haopened to be behind the building and you were terrified of staying alone.

“i’m gonna grab a beer, need anything?”

“i’m not staying here alone did you lose your mind?!”

“tough luck, i’m not risking my motorbike getting stolen because you can’t wait a few minutes in the dark” he takes his helmet off and adjusts his hair. god you’ve never seen anyone like him.

“i’ll be fast” he walks off, and you’re left waiting in the eerie lot that’s only light source was the kiosks ugly sign.

“so, where do you work now?” he cracks his beer can open and signals you to do the same.

“me? i’m the manager of a computer engineering team” the silence was long and painful, so you throw his question back at him. “what about you?”

“uh, i’ve got a job at my dads liquor store.”

lee know? the academic weapon? working at his dads liquor store? something’s not adding up.

“oh, that’s cool” you take another sip, storing all this information to bring to your friend next time you meet up. he gets on his motorbike, facing you and letting his back rest on the handles. his legs spread wide open, and he glances at you for long periods of time.

“you’ve changed, a lot” his voice is quite, as if embarrassed to state so.

“yeah, you too. no longer that teasing young fucker you were”

“who said i won’t tease you right now right here? hm?” he says confidently.

you scoff, and just before you get to answer him, he’s pulling at your legs and moving you closer to him. he pulls your body on top of his legs and his eyes search yours.

“answer me. how do you know i won’t tease you?”

“i-i don’t kno-“ his lips crash onto yours, silencing you once and for all. his lips were so smooth and captivating, pulling you in for every kiss delicately. he progresses to biting at your lower lip and sucking at it to numb the pain. you let out quite whimpers to address the pain, but he only seemed to go harder and faster.

“l-lee know” you struggle to voice his name between his tongue and mouth, but he places a hand on your back and keeps going.

“call me a fucker again, and i’ll be bound to do it to you. you hear me? whore.”

your developing a wet spot, and the dirty talk isn’t soothing it at all. your feelings of challenging him arise again, and you move your lips to his ear and linger for a moment.

“fu-cker” you pronounce every letter clearly, letting him know you’re up for a challenge and he squints at you in disbelief. his hands move to your shorts and he unbuttons and zips them, pulling you up to drag them off of you. you do the same to him, fighting his growing bulge to strip his lower body bare. vibrations of the engine intensified the knot in your stomach, and you squirmed in your place.

“get down you cumslut, let’s see how i can deal with you” you oblige and move down, the cold air caressing your skin.

“bend over, now.” he puts a hand on your back and another wrapping the top of your thigh, and your wet spot grew thinking of how he would fill you up.

his fingers hook the hem of your underwear and he pulls them down at a painfully slow rate, really teasing you. his fingers find his way to your folds and he feels how wet you are. he lets out a chuckle in your ear, fueling his ego. his fingers push into your opening and you let out a breathy moan. he doesn’t move much, taking his time and slowly exploring your cunt as if you weren’t infront of him fighting to keep your legs stable.

“does cumslut want my dick?”

“y-yes, fuck. please.”

“mmm, you can beg for it.”

your head falls as he curls his fingers inside of you and reaches your good spot frequently. you’re panting now and you needed him inside of you, to get rid of that knot in your stomach.

“p-please lee know, i need you inside m-me. please”

“who was better in school?” the question startled you, and you tried to stand your ground.

“m-me”. his hand strikes across your ass, and you let out a series of whimpers. he asked the same question and you gave the same answer for what felt like forever until you couldn’t handle the pain of him striking your ass, giving in to give him the answer he wants.

“y-you”

“good girl” he caresses the spot he abused, and it felt heavenly at that moment. he brings his head down to your neck, and he marks your skin with hickeys.

you were growing desperate and put your arm behind you, trying to find his length to guide it into you. he notices your desperate actions and you felt his tip nudge your folds, and you moved back into him to take him in, bringing your hand back to hold on. his cock enters you, and your moans fade into the large and empty lot. he pounces into you at a painstakingly slow pace, slowly picking it up as he widens your tight hole.

“god you’re so tight, i’ll fuck you till you’re loose” and with that he fastens his pace, the sound of his body slamming into you joined with his hissing and repetitive “yeahs” brought you to the edge, moaning sweet nothings to him.

“let me fill you up cumslut, y-yeah?” he picks up his pace and moves into you at an ungodly pace. his warm release fills your insides, and soon yours do too. lee know pants frantically trying to regulate his breathing, and you process everything that happened in the last few minutes. he pulls out of you and helps you put your clothes back on, frozen shocked at his act of kindness.

you sat back on his motorbike, finishing the remains of the warm beer. he had his hands on both sides of your legs, watching your every move. his face was perfect in every way, and he had a major glow up from your school days. the neon lights casted on his face, and his muscles peeked from his tank top.

“im not satisfied” his voice fills the silence and you look at him with a confused face

“what do you mean?”

“i mean that i need to fuck you till your dry” his confidence was something you envied, he would pierce his eyes into you every time he challenged you and it always worked. the growing emotions of desperation and love for him grew.

“are you sure you can? i don’t think you have the stamina”

“let me show you what stamina looks like” he pushes you to the back and rides in the front, placing his helmet on and bringing you closer to his body. you were on the city roads again, holding onto the man you once wished death upon.

⭑ hihi! im still debating whether to continue one last part or stop it here. if you’ve made it to the end, id really value your opinion!

⭑ TAG LIST

@rylea08

@captainchrisstan

@all4minnie

@strayywayy

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h-ao · 5 months

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　 (〃^ ^) 　　　⏕ 　　　🐰 　　　⁺

　 (〃^ ^) 　　　⏕ 　　　🏡 　　　⁺

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background-bg-chan · 6 months

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((Everything said in this post is ooc))

>×•• Greetings! This is an rp/ask/gimmick (?) blog depicting the character of background-chan from the YouTube webseries 'The Music Freaks', run by yours truly, @cringelordofchaos! On this blog I may roleplay with bg-chan, or I will "approve" or "disapprove" a post by reblogging it with a simple like (👍) or a dislike (👎) and pretend it's bg-chan approving/disapproving these posts. (Toxicity is NOT meant nor encouraged to be shared, everything is sincerely meant lightheartedly and I will try and clarify so in ooc tags)

Things to note:

On this account, bg-chan will be using/referred with they/them pronouns

bg-chan will only/primarily communicate through emojis

my background-chan headcanons

Tags:

(approved) - the post reblogged is approved by bg-chan

(not approved) - the post is not approved

? - bg-chan is confused

💜 - the post is about self love and care and deserves it's own tag in the approved area of posts

ooc - the post is not meant to look like it's made by the actual character bg-chan themselves, it's not a part of the roleplay

How to submit posts in case you want them to be approved or not:

You can tag me in that post