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jkslipppiercing · 3 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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revasserium · 3 months

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promise (to be holy)

rafayel; 1,745 words; fluff, fluff w/out plot, established relationship, kinda?spoilers for raf's lvl 55 affection story, no "y/n", genderless!reader, very suggestive but not actually nsfw

summary: oh, didn't you know? promises are sacred things beneath the ocean...

a/n: @syneilesis thank u for being my lad screaming buddy; this one's for you and for raf the little slut

The ocean has always been a certain kind of poetry, hasn’t it? You smile to yourself as you blink yourself awake and the world is the size of your sunlit bedroom. Rafayel’s breaths are even, his lashes so dark and long they remind you of a certain kind of midnight — the kind that catches starlight in her hair and has magic in her fingertips.

The kind of midnight that inspires wonder.

“If you really are that enamored with me… I can paint you a portrait. It’ll last longer.”

You blush, even as Rafayel’s eyes flicker open to catch yours, his lips pulled into a teasing, sleep-heavy smile.

“I — I wasn’t staring. I just woke up too and you were blocking my sun.”

You try to turn away, but Rafayel is faster, his arm looping around your middle to pin you to him, his breath warm as it kisses the skin of your bare shoulder. He cocks his head, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks, shifting so that your eyes are level. The morning light paints his outline in liquid gold, and from here, the shade of his eyes makes you think of all the secrets the sea might keep from the sky.

“Mhm,” you nod, licking your lips, and watching with some satisfaction, as his eyes flick down to trace the movement. His skin is warm and his fingers soft as they press into the bend of your waist to pull you closer.

“Liar,” he says — whispers, before he dips down to graze his lips against yours.

You sigh against him, grinning as you curl your fingers into his hair and tug. The way he gasps makes a certain, unnamable hunger surge within you, pushing you forward till you’re pressing him back into the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips.

“Y-you — ngh —” Rafayel hisses as he tips his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his fingers inadvertently into your skin. You cock your head — and perhaps it’s the tantalizing line of his neck as he leans back, straining beneath you, or perhaps it’s just the morning light, falling like a lover’s caress across the smooth of his skin, the soft wave of his hair as it splays across the pillow — dark against light.

“Now… who’re you calling a liar?” you ask, flattening your palm slowly against his chest, reveling in the way his stomach tenses beneath you, how his breaths seem to quicken as you lean down and down and down.

“Y-you —” he almost musters up a glare as he hisses, “bullying the weak…” he murmurs as he tries to turn away. You twist his face back towards you with a finger beneath his chin and watch as his eyes go wide.

“Oh? You think this is bullying? But… I haven’t even gotten started yet…” you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate, the way his entire body goes rigid and then soft.

“I — you — I’m not accustomed to the ways of you humans! T-to a Lemurian like me… this is — this is —” The words die on his lips as you lean down to skim your lips along the bend of his neck, dropping phantom kisses on the long line of his collarbone, your fingers still holding his head in place.

“Hm?” you hum, grinning as he arches up into your touch, his fingers digging crescent-moon grooves into your hips and thighs, “this is… what, exactly?”

Rafayel makes a broken, keening noise at the back of his throat as you pull away, a fox-fire smile twisting your lips. You blink down at him, feigning innocence.

“Didn’t you say you were going to tell me all about Lemurian traditions? Why not start now?”

His eyes narrow as he forces himself to look away from you. You can almost feel the heat radiating off him in waves, burning from the tips of his ears all the way to the roots of his hair.

“I — you —” his lashes flutter and you can’t help your own laughter as it bubbles from you.

“C’mon, let’s get up — didn’t you want to go to the paint shop today — oh!”

You make to pull away, swinging your legs off him, but the world tilts as a pair of hands pull you back, and a moment later, you’re being pressed into an ocean of tangled sheets and pillows, Rafayel’s face hovering above yours, his expression caught between annoyance and ill-concealed desire.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” he cocks his head, lips drawn into a delightful pout as you try to tug your hand away. He huffs as he pins you down harder, the redness in his cheeks deepening even as he leans in.

“Who said I was starting anything?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him even as he scoffs.

“Words aren’t the only way to make promises, y’know,” he says, and you feel his grip on you loosen. But there’s a tantalizing lilt to his voice that holds you in place, a dark, faraway look in his eyes as he leans back slightly, his gaze grazing down the shape of you, splayed out beneath him.

“Yeah? Then… what’s another way of making a promise?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows as he shifts back to allow you more space. You shift and the pair of you find yourself sitting face to face, the sheets rumpled around you like a white-sand beach, the remnants of the night before scattered in the folds like footsteps in the sand.

He looks at you before his eyes cast downwards. Your fingertips itch toward him and you reach out, brushing aside a stray strand of hair. Quick as a flicker, he catches your hand, pressing his cheek to your palm, eyes falling shut as he sighs.

“There’s… lots of ways to make a promise…” he says, murmuring it against your skin as he turns his face to press a kiss to the delicate skin of your wrist. You shiver as heat chases up your arm, tingling through your body as you swallow.

You sit there, frozen, as he leans in, slow and slow and slow — till you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips.

“You see… words are a little harder when you’re underwater, so sometimes we make promises by touching palms —” he turns his hand around yours till your fingers lace, “sometimes… we brush cheeks…” he grins as he leans in further, his cheek brushing by yours.

“And sometimes…” he pulls back ever so slightly, till you feel your own breath catch in your chest. His voice is deep and warm and soft and sweet — tugging you in as the moon on the tide, and you can’t help but wonder at the mysterious forces that might’ve pulled you towards one another in the beginning.

Chance, or perhaps something much less nebulous — like gravity.

Your lips meet like magnets clicking into place, and it’s far from the first time you’ve kissed but somehow here, in the morning light, with the windows of the bedroom thrown open to welcome the sea, the salt hanging solid and heavy in the air, it feels like the first time. You can taste the smile on Rafayel’s lips, can feel the eager way he presses in, tongue sweeping across your lips as you gasp open for him. You feel the weight of his body as he pulls you in, pushes you down, and the gentle give and take of it all somehow rings out against the slow shushing of the rising tides.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. You wonder, briefly, dazedly, if he might’ve been able to go on kissing like that forever. Do Lemurians even need to breathe? What might it be like to kiss like that and never feel the burning ache of oxygen in your lungs? It’s a dizzying thought, and you let yourself linger on it for a second more before Rafayel’s laughter breaks your train of thought.

“What? Was it so good that you’ve gone into shock?”

You blink, shaking your head as you feel heat wash up into your cheeks.

“No! I — I was just wondering… what does a kiss promise, exactly?”

And at this, Rafayel’s cheeks darken again, but he sighs and lowers himself onto the bed next to you, a finger trailing idly along the bend of your ear.

“Well…” he says, “it depends on the kind of kiss.”

You yelp, swatting at him with a pillow as your stomach flips inside you at the implications. His laughter is bright and pure and sweet, but as you both settle down again, he shrugs, pulling you closer to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“But mostly… a kiss just promises that there’ll be another kiss.”

You smile, leaning up to graze your lips against his, “Like that?”

He lets out a soft groan before pulling you in, his lips parting yours, slow and sensuous.

“Yeah… just like that.”

“And so… if you kiss once then…” you press a finger to his lips to stop him from leaning down again, “you’ve gotta keep on kissing? Forever?”

Rafayel grins, tugging away your hand, “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

You purse your lips, humming as you feign contemplation. Rafayel scoffs and makes to move away again, but you pull him back, laughing.

“You can’t leave yet! We’ve got a promise to keep, remember?” and with that, you kiss him, and he softens. As he always does.

“I think…” he says, a little breathless as the pair of you sink back into the sheets, “we’ve got a bit more than one promise… but I think we can start with this one…” and he leans in to capture your lips in his, fingers drifting to the skin of your waist. And as the dawning day watches from beyond the window, the ocean shushes itself against a stretch of forgotten beach, water through sand like tangling lovers’ fingers, reaching and holding, pushing and pulling.

And for lovers like that, there will always be promises to keep, and keep, and keep.

pls come talk to me about love and deepspace oh m ygod

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sqwdkllr · 2 months

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Loved the cake so much they ate it in a single bite ❤️ a bit of self indulgent art catered to me and the 2 other fans

I think this is the first time I have ever drawn the brothers all in ONE drawing, I mean Baribal is there too technically,,, even if just arms,,, also happy birthday to me !! I’m so happy to have gotten this old goddamn

#qsmp #cucurucho #baribal #I am not tagging all the siblings LMFAOO #fanart #my art #can you guys tell I love drawing hands #that’s one of my most favorite parts of the body to draw #that and legs despite me not being that great at it #I’ll get back to serious art once I figure out how to get the brushes I want to color stuff #this took longer just bc it’s hard to find brushes I am use to #okay bye ✌️

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waketoearth · 8 days

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HAPPY JAY DAY 2024 !!!

#enhypenet #malegroupsnet #kpopco #enhypen #jay #enhypen jay #heetual #danablr #HAPPY JAY DAY LETS GO 22 22 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY omg so honoured to share my age with you for the next 8ish months u rock never change #love u dude #gosh thank FUCK he's not turning 20 i would literally have deactivated like another 20 posters would have been absurd oh my gosh #hope everyones doing well and looking after themselves appreciate all the love while i've been wallowing in my room thinking abt my life lo #ok enough from me HAPPY JAY DAY TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES !!! love this poster love these concept pics okay bye talk in a few love u guys #<333 #z.enhypen #z.jay #z.gfx #z.birthday

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dqbbiegallaqher · 3 months

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i hate john wells for so many things but him going from PADDY MAGUIRE WHO LOVES HIS DAUGHTER (MANDY) MORE THAN ANYTHING AND HAS A GAY TWIN BROTHER WHOSE WEDDING HE HELPED PAY FOR AND BOUGHT MICKEY A BRIGHT PINK LIMO to TERRY MILKOVICH WHO IS A LITERAL NAZI AND SA’D HIS DAUGHTER AND TRIED TO KILL HIS GAY SON (MICKEY AND MANDY) I CAN NEVER FORGIVE

#fuck you john wells #also ruining mickey and mandys relationship??#like she was getting murdered and the forst thing she did was call mickey #and he became a firefighter because of the guilt he felt about not saving her #also erasing the girlboss queen that is Mimi Mcguire hello??#i love the mcguires more than the uk gallaghers you guys don’t get ittt 😭😭#okay i’m done bye 😭#shameless #shameless us #shameless uk #terry milkovich #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #paddy maguire #mickey maguire #mandy maguire #mimi maguire

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blood-mocha-latte · 5 months

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#rie posts #sometimes you just gotta make a shitty ass edit with screencaps you've used thousands of times before guys yaknow #anyways i'm fine it's fine #but i cannot for the LIFE of me find the source of the damn quote so as soon as i do that will be credited but for right now know that it i #a) not my quote #b) scrapbooked here #and c) will hopefully be found shortly #anyways the i call the vibe of this edit 'kind of drunk at your fiancees parents house at two in the afternoon on thanksgiving'#ok that's enough talking i hope y'all like it i love you all and also happy joe toye day this is my contribution okay bye #band of brothers #hbo war #luztoye #george luz #joe toye #joe toye day #<- very official tag!

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spookythesillyfella · 10 days

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i started watching WordGirl yesterday .. dr two brains makes me think of a combination between @francarieq 's colin and mine .. to me ...

#i mean it as a compliment ofc #i love that guy #even if im .. a few episodes in ...#sorry if you don't like this frances #and sorry if you don't like how i drew him #okay uhh #bye-bye #dhmis #dhmis art #dhmis colin #colin the computer #im tired #IM SORRY FOR BEING LIKE THIS #I WISH I WASN'T CRINGE #IM SORRY FOR WATCHING A CHILDREN'S SHOW BECAUSE I LIKE IT #IM SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS #sigh #okay

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popponn · 1 month

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i am in a really really funny point of my life

#tbf i would never want to date k/dj. or at least i wonr do it sober #also i rather date h/sy #h/yj tho? yeah. i wanna marry him ngl. i want him to take care of him like im ready to sob to get to that point #isg? he is somehow still a part of my personality as embarrassing as it is #but you see. somehow out of all three it's the soccer guy who is a different breed of asshole without tragic backstory required #(the other two are not that much better but hey.)#anw god help if someone drew all these three in the same style #a friend said if these three met imagining their reaction to each other will be funny as hell and she is absolutely right #babblings #im going to make fun of these three (out of love) but lmao #okay im noisy enough no noise until april bye

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lornasaurusrex · 17 days

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I miss you Lorna… this is such a mess

This is an old message and I had several other similar messages, but I miss you guys and hope you’re all doing well!! I’m sorry to see nothing has improved.

I saw I was kindly mentioned by @awesomefringey and some other commenters the other day, so just wanted to log in and say hello and log back out for a few more months. 💕

Sending so so much love to all of you. Take care of yourselves and each other, please.

The video is still on YT.

#Anywayyyyy #The fandom added a whole lot more C to my C-PTSD #So a nice random message every few months instead of a freshly posted death wish is LOVELY.#Don’t fret. On meds and therapied but fresh tf out of money from it so @ L and H… lornasaurusrexx at g*ail is the PayPal if ur bored 🙃#I hate to be like this but protect your hearts. They’ll never be able to look out for you guys and they feed these trolls ammo for snacks #and it seems to have only gotten worse. Gotta keep them hets hetbaited for their money whilst actively encouraging them to bully yall? Why?#STILL!? At this point it feels like they’ve both chosen that path deliberately now and I find it quite gross. but I’m also very far removed #So don’t worry about my opinions. Keep trusting your own intuition!!! You all see it. I love you guys and your beautiful hearts and empathy #But I hope they can sleep at night knowing the absolute fucking genuine WRECKAGE they left across the Big Gay War generation/era of Larries #Don’t worry guys I’m just as dramatic as ever. None of this has anything to do with them coming out or anything. Just how we were treated.#But trust I fuckin mean that shit from the deepest darkest pit of my Demon Larrie™️ heart. They encouraged this. 🤷🏼‍♀️#Anyone who cares about my actual life updates: I’m a school nurse now and will be working at a bougie summer camp over break #Had a surgery I needed. Got new tattoos and piercings. In a happy and healthy relationship with the best dude for almost a year now.#OH and I went to New Zealand last year with Prettytruthsandlies!!!! We made a pact back in our Big Gay War/college days to go. And we DID!!#I got overstimulated and overfed and puked in Hobbiton. 🤣 (It was the best time of my LIFE GENUINELY🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹)#Okay BYE LOVE YOU GUYS #There are better and more humane ways to maintain a closet ..like literally STFU entirely. Ignoring it and not exploiting a kid is FREE #🇵🇸

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robinfollies · 17 days

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hello i just wanted to send you an ask bc even though i freak out in ur tags daily i still feel like im not conveying the depth of my appreciation for ur work. i scroll through ur blog and go insane in my head frequently. in a positive sense. your art is delicious and your brain is huge. also is elmtwig a hc last name or is it canon?

AHHH THABK YOUUU.💖💖💖💖 and elmtwig is canon!!!

bestowing upon thee this one thing they posted on twitter sometime last year i think, in which they drop a bunch of in-universe book titles…

PEEP THE LAST NAMES!!!!! I’m extremely normal about their last name being elmtwig btw. I definitely have not overanalyzed the symbolism here to hell and back (lie) (im also extremely normal about aristotle and arthur writing a book together btw I HATE THEM SO BADDDDD i love them. goodbye)

#checking the mail #did u know that apparently elms can symbolize melancholy and death because their branches can drop at random #and without warning #ERRM HASHTAG NORMAL!!!! IM NORMAL ABOUT THAT!!!!!!#i have a comic idea where id love to use that as a core motif? but i think its a comic better left for post-release ;)#i also used that specific symbolism in december ‘04 if anyone noticed that!!! TEEHEE #i have more but i’ll spare you. im normal #NEVER give the guy who loves plant symbolism a CANON plant to use for symbolism #also chat can i just. elm . elmtwig elm WOOD. yknow whos made of wood #FANTOCCIO. CHECKMATE I WIN. ELMTWIG SIBLINGS FOR LIFERS #OKAY SORRY ILL STOP BEING AUTISTIC IN THE TAGS I NEED TO SLEEP BYE

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mattodore · 9 months

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📩 Random simblr CAS prompt of the day: Pick your favorite sim couple (if you don’t have a couple, your favorite sim is fine) what would they wear for a date?

theo's pick for what they'd wear when grabbing coffee together in the gap between his lectures

matthias's pick for what they'd wear on a walk after lavishing theo with good food and wine all evening

#posting this right after finishing editing it like yeah get this out of my drafts NEOWWWWWW #river dipping #asks #anonymous #ts4 #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #🦇#ts4 edit #see matthias wants a date that stretches on and on until they wind up back at his place rolling around in bed together #meanwhile theo's like. hm... i think i might be able to fit you in my schedule next wednesday at two pm for coffee. see you then. bye.#it's rough out there for a guy who just wants to be theo's dog that follows him around everywhere and lays at his feet </3 #also by pick i mean those are the clothes they'd pick for each other based on personal preference too #theo in particular likes when the hickeys he's left on matthias are visible and when matthias has his forearms exposed #matthias just loves everything theo wears really... but turtlenecks and tailored suits will have him on his knees quick #the more theo covers up the more matthias wants to strip him naked... which like okay sexy yeah but also.#direct correlation between theo hiding from himself and his desires and matthias dragging all of it out into the open :)#anyway. that coat over theo's shoulders and that button-up slipping off theo's frame both belong to matthias <3 #also it's so jarring to throw a random pose on mattodore and then boom. theo's smiling. he does NAWT do that much at all #in the story version of echthroi! so jot that down ☝️ but sim him can go ahead and smile and have a good time. i'll allow it.#anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy thank you anon <3 MWAH #and now let me reply to these other messages from days ago... i suck so bad sorry my avpd is a curse </333

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eureka-its-zico · 5 months

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bro just the THOUGHT of zoro seeing doc so beat up and wounded - not only physically but the mental strain that this would have put on her - LIKE THATS HIS WIFE FR I CANT WAIT FOR HIM TO GO INSANE AND THE ANGST AHHHHH this is gonna be so so good and with your writing omg 😭😭😭

so excited for chapter 8 (but again please take your time & make sure to get plenty of rest - i hope you’re feeling even a small bit better after your hospital visit <33 definitely my fav writer on this app)

Honestly, Nonnie this was such a GREAT scene to write. I haven’t put my finishing touches on it yet via editing, but I FINALLY got past this specific part and I’m heading towards the ending/climax for this chapter. That interaction was just……I hope it is one you guys love and hate me for, if I’m being honest. YOU CALLED DOC HIS WIFE PLEAAAAAASE 😩😩❤️💔

YOU CALLED ME YOUR FAV WRITER PLEASE NOOOOOO OMG 😩😩😩😩❤️❤️ I take compliments like this so poorly lol my anxiety just makes me easily become overwhelmed. I wish I was not like this lol but thank you. Sincerely that is such a big compliment 😩😩 thank you for being so lovely and so sweet.

#anon #answered #the wife part took me out and made me so emotional #I had to stop writing because these two idiots man #if they did get married I think it would just be a promise to themselves #they’d me laying in the grass and zoro would just make her a ring and slid it on her finger #she knows he isn’t great with words #he’s more of an action guy #okay ingottaaaaa stahp love you bye 🖤#Chaos in Their Bones review

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crybaby-bkg · 11 months

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Is it rude to say that you hadn’t expected Dabi to have had his own car? Not because of money issues, but because of a few reasons being: 1) he walks everywhere he goes, and 2) he’s quite literally never mentioned having a car nor a license before.

But you sit with him, in his old beat up bucket that jerks every time he hits a bump in the road, fighting for dear life. Your window doesn’t roll all the way up and bugs keep flying in, and it doesn’t help that Dabi is going 80 in a 55. You would hold onto the little life support grip thing above the window, but it looks like there hasn’t been one on the passengers side since he received the car.

You know he’s going this fast because, not only does it scare you, but it makes him hit the potholes a little harder. Which in turn makes your thighs and stomach and boobs jiggle more than usual. You should’ve known he had another motive when he insisted you ride with him to the convenience store, especially the one across town when there was 7 others he’d passed in the meantime.

But you’re too busy trying to keep your head from hitting the roof of the car, and your tits from falling out of your low cut shirt. Oh, this fucker must’ve had everything planned out the moment you walked through the door.

“Can you slow down a little?” You yell over the bass of his too loud rock music, one hand gripping his that rests on your thigh, the other holding your chest tightly. “My boobs are gonna fall outta my goddamn bra by the next pothole!”

But that only encourages Dabi, makes him throw a grin your way as he glances to how your chest jiggles again with another bump in the road. He laughs at your screech for him to look at the road, turning his eyes to comply with your request, his chin still turned in your direction.

“Well, sounds to me like I’m not going fast enough.” He teases, softly steering his wheel to the nearest pothole, a deep one. He snaps his eyes over to you the moment he hits it, smirking at your squeak when he sees your chest bounce out of your grip before you regain it again quickly.

He glances up to you, grinning even wider when you’re already glaring at him. He can’t help the squeeze of your thigh, blue eyes already zoning in on the next dip in the road for him to hit. He’s not stopping until your complaint becomes reality, and only then, he’ll find a convenience store.

#have I written something similar with the bkg squad before….?….#mayhaps….#and did I write this as an excuse for him to feel you up bc he loves thick women..?…#the world may never know #also I didn’t know what universe to make this so it’s vague lol #like is a villain?? a college friend???#I was thinking the latter tho where you hang w him hawks and shiggy a lot #and they run out of …..omg what’s the name of the papers to roll w**d #IS IT PAPERS???? that’s not right omg my memory has been so bad lately this is driving me crazy #but anyway #you guys run out and he offers to go get more but only if you come #he’s a creep and I love him sadly #he also f*ngers you behind the store once he finally pulls up #sicko man #okay bye I wrote this at 2am #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬

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