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"The colors on this dragon look good except the tert again! Oh man I wish there was a tert that worked good with stone oh well--"
"RIP AND TEAR RIP AND TEAR"
I fucking LOVE carnivore so goddamn much it works LOVELY with stone, now a̴̵̴̸̴̶̸̴̷̸̶̷̴̶̴̵̸̴̶̴̵̷̶̵̶̵̴̵̵̶̶̵̴̵̶̵̷̵̴̴̷̸̴̴̴̶̵̸̶̶̴̸̴̸̶̷̷̵̸̶̵̸̴̶̶̶̶̶̶̷̡̨̛̺͈̬̼̤̖̺̦̥̘̮̳̠̪̲͖̝̺͖̬͔͐̐̉̈́̔̇̌̔̎́̑̂̔̾̓̀̊͒̐̀̈́̍̆̓̈́̈̐͆̃̈́̉͗̈́͗̆̚͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ḩ̴̵̵̵̵̴̵̴̶̵̶̵̴̷̶̷̷̷̷̸̵̶̵̶̵̴̷̶̵̸̸̴̸̷̶̸̸̸̶̸̶̴̷̷̸̸̷̶̷̴̸̸̶̸̴̸̵̢̨̧͔̟̖̝̭͕͇̣̭̬̜͙̰̫̯̥̙̝̎̐̓̈́͊̽̒̿̑͋̄̈́͂̓̀̏̈́́̉̾̓͌̅̋̓̐͘̕͠͠ͅͅi̶̶̷̸̸̷̵̶̶̸̶̷̶̸̸̷̷̵̷̸̴̸̶̸̴̴̸̸̸̸̴̸̷̷̵̵̴̷̶̴̵̴̵̶̶̸̵̶̵̴̷̵̵̵̸̸̵̸̡̢̪̲̻̰̣̼̝͕̝̙̝͍̩̤͙̬͇͖͈̠͔̙͓̺̠̦͔̙̥̼̱̺̦̩͍͕̯͙̭̠͙̟͔̪̤͔̞͑͑͊͜ͅͅņ̸̴̴̸̴̴̶̵̴̵̴̸̴̵̷̵̸̴̶̴̵̶̴̶̷̸̶̶̷̶̵̶̸̵̶̶̴̴̸̸̵̵̷̸̸̸̴̴̴̴̸̴̶̷̶̷̴̴̴̵̸̸̴̵̷̸̸̸̴̴̶̷̶̶̵̷̶̷̸̶̶̴̨̧̨̧̨̡̢̡̛̞̠̠͍̹̩̟͕̭͇̮͇͔̝̜͎͍̭͙̘̪͎̼̗͈͇̝̞͔͍̠͚̹͕͍̭͉͓͚͔̲̊͂̀̋̆͋̌̄̈́̃̐̐̆̀̽̈́̐̾̏͐̚͜͜͠͝͝͠ͅę̴̵̸̸̷̸̶̶̶̸̶̴̸̴̵̸̶̵̸̵̷̸̵̸̴̷̶̴̵̸̵̸̴̴̸̶̶̸̸̶̴̵̵̸̷̵̵̷̵̨̧̡̡̨̛͇̻̙͎̪͉͉͔̳̞̩͙̻͙͍̘͍̫̥̼̈́͌̎͂͆̌̈͑̂́̈́̎̈̒͐͘̕̕͜a̷̸̸̷̵̶̴̸̴̸̴̵̶̵̴̶̵̵̶̸̵̶̷̷̴̵̵̴̷̵̴̸̵̷̷̷̸̸̴̵̴̶̵̴̸̸̴̸̵̸̶̵̶̴̶̷̴̶̴̸̶̵̸̴̷̷̶̶̵̸̵̶̵̶̵̷̶̷̸̸̷̷̷̶̵̵̴̵̶̷̷̶̸̶̷̧̨̪̫͖̪̪̳̟̗̩͈̦͍̝͇̯̻͙̰͈̥̯̞͙͇̩̠̱͕̳͙͈͕͇̲̞̦͋͊͛͒͛̽̂͊́̿͋̈́̉̃̐͗̽̉̒͗̀̀͗͒̒͆̔̎̉̒̃̈̅̌̽͂̀͊͒̈́̾̈́͆͂̈͘͘͘̕̚͝ͅͅͅj̵̵̷̶̶̶̷̴̵̶̷̸̴̶̵̷̴̶̶̴̷̶̴̴̶̷̷̶̷̶̵̷̷̶̴̶̴̸̸̸̷̴̵̴̸̶̶̷̸̴̵̸̴̸̶̷̸̸̷̷̷̵̴̵̷̴̴̷̴̵̷̷̴̷̶̷̷̸̷̵̸̸̢̡̱̹͇̪̤̼̜̰̝̣̦͔̖͚̥̪̺̱̘̘͉́̈̎́̍̆̐̄͗̔̀̎̓͆̈́͒̋̔̅͛̌̐͊̆̑̑͊̈͒͑͆͛̀̂̓̂̐̿̋͋̏̎̐̈̀̅̀̊̅͘̕̕͜͜͝͠i̴̸̵̷̷̵̷̶̸̵̷̵̶̶̵̵̴̸̷̶̶̸̸̵̶̸̸̵̵̴̶̸̶̵̷̸̸̸̵̴̵̷̴̸̷̵̵̶̷̵̵̵̸̴̴̷̵̵̸̴̶̸̸̴̸̶̴̶̴̷̵̶̶̴̵̴̵̴̷̵̶̶̸̢̧̧̨̨̛̛̺̳̮̮͙̜̣̥̱̙̹̺͉̞̼͈̪͕̱͈̭͉̬̮͖͓̯̯͙̱̯̝͔͈͎̾̈̏͊̽̇͐̀̒̆͊̀̇͋̃̌̂̑̊̇͂̏̔͒̽̂̏͘̕̕͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅ has nasty teeth :]
#don't convert the glitched text to normal it doesn't say anything#i just keyboard smashed in a generator#its an eldritch being from deep space that ended up discovering and latching onto the aether ship#and infiltrating it via 'The Thing (1982)' style#its been named 'Planetary Fizz' by the scientists and astronomers since they can't speak its native tongue#hurts their brains when they hear it talk too#i am.. listening to the doom ost right now... and its amazing.. perfectly fits Planetary Fizz#its not EVIL its chaotic nuetral‚ it doesn't WANT to hurt the dragons but thats because it simply doesn't care to#happy 1 decade flightrising :]#flight rising#xen.speaks.fr#fr dragon share
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everyone is all "thinkin about Oak family too hard today" crying memes.
All you lucky bastards (affectionately) with the painless trans-Nick hc's (scars are cool, plz draw moar)….well… i was thinking about Nick too hard today and have made myself sad
think about it, Nicky has both distinct Glenn & Jodie timelines in his head, yeah? teh Nick Close and 'narcolas' Nicholas Foster: neither are him exactly.....
so where this new headcanon took me is DID (Dissociative identity disorder) as in this precious half-demon basically has these 2 other voices (alters) in his head, and traumatic flashbacks to things that didn't happen (aka, the very distinct "Growing up with Glenn" and "Growing up with boring-cop Jodie" 2 timelines, that are no longer true) or maybe other moments that his brain insists are his life [demon-Nick born and raised in Hell) but not quite, he doesn't remember that sometimes happening and oooh boy nothing triggers an anxiety attack when you fall into a weird memory-gap in middle of...
ALSO the trans hc very easily slots into this.... in the 2 no-longer-true timelines he absolutely was born a boy, but by a silly chance and roll of chromosomes the current ver just happened to be born a girl (hey, if entire realities can be rewritten, why not a few cells) which would also add to the STRESS OF THE THING
like ... oh man... i dun even need to bring the Current Plot into it, just think... one minute he was out with Cassandra at the mall, and alter in his head goes "oh that would be such a cute gift for mom" and other alter still in his head is like "wtf, mom's been dead for years" and why is his suddenly drowning in depression, all they did was look at some kitchen appliances....
I am now inconsolable, plz send chocolates & hugs (finally, a hc that can't be drawn! ... probly.... yeah, new lvl of fic inspo im too dumb to write unlocked)
#dungeons and daddies#sorry headcanons just keep spilling out#i dun even know anymore.... my brain just....#just come keyboard smash some nerdy headcanons at me!#dndads#nick close#no braincells just podcasts#hyperfixation my beloved#i have a normal amount of feels about this#totally reasonable amount of feels#here for all your rando idea generating#omg my feels... send halp
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Two episodes away from seeing Negan and I’m so excited bro I’m so excited. I’ve been waiting for him all this time
YES‼️‼️ praying ur experience is just as chaotic and enjoyable as mine was 🙏🙏
#as someone who started twd for negan it was so cathartic seeing him on screen for the first time after 6 seasons#i still remember keyboard smashing in my friends dms from excitement and them asking if i needed a rabies shot#also in general it was a nice build up to him!#people say the lineup episode is overrated but i think it's deserved imo#not just bc i like negan i just think it's def one of the top 10 episodes#anyway gods speed soldier 🫡#asks
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glad everyone is enjoying those posts together as intended
#if i ever keyboard smash and post it; just know that the autism won#and handflapping/jumping around my room/and generally acting insane wasn't enough to stop it
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HOLY FUCK I THINK MY TAGS ARE OK NOW !!!!! AGAGGSHDHWJSH removing predictive text did the trick n tho it sucks i cant use it fr the moment, at least my tags r now yeah 😭😭✊✊💞✨
#tumblr needs to fix this problem tho WHWHJSHSJW like man whyd this glitch just . happen#its been more than a week alrdy for me n like jeez ion think support or staff have said anything (or maybe they id n i just didnt know)#amyways celebrating my return as a FREE MAN HELL YEAH !! actually nah i still have 7 days of school brb crying /lh#/lh i miss predictive text alrdy LMFAO + ion think this is a permament fix but its good enouugh <3#yeah i lowkey still see my tags lowkey glitching ... like not actually the words but the tagging uhhh area in general#this is a relief tho but rip to aster's chaotic tagging WJABDJSB itll be more effort now to make vv long keyboard smashes and#AAAAAAAAAAAAs bt oh man i do want my predictive text back but ill wait bcs who knows the glitch might come back if yeah#✩⤻; rambles !
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AAAAAAA THE THE 5TH CHAPTER OH MYGODHDHFJD IM GIGGLINF SCREAMING CLUTCHING MY HAIRS ROLLING ON TJE FLOOR SCRATCHING THE WALLS HE ACCEPT3D THE FLOWER HE ACCEPTED IT THE WAR STARTS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AND HE GAVE THEM BERRIES!!!!!!!! HE GAVE THEM BERRI3S UEUEUEU HE PROBABLY PICKED THE NICEST LOOKING ONES AND TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK PRESENTABLE WHEHHEHEJEJAAAAAAAAAAA IM SOBBING IM LOOSIJG MY MIND I
anyways fire chapter as always my reaction to it was totally normal <3 please rest as much as you can tho ;-;; the brain needs the tired sleepies 😔
yes, he did indeed accept the flower.
(for the record, this is basically what goes on inside my head whenever i brainrot about him…)
yeah, i think i'll take chapter six slower and chill with it a little… but now that the plot gears are starting to grind, things will get interesting…
#i cannot wait to get to the main part of the story#it’s going to be so so fun to write#and the cyno content will peak#i’m grinning just thinking about it#sent: bluebelony#r answers#i love this au…#also as a general note i do love hearing you people’s reactions#so if these chapters evoke any noteworthy feelings within you feel free to let me know#whether it be in an essay or a keyboard smash
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aaaaa istg if people don't reblog the next thing i'm posting i'm gonna die
#please please please just rb stuff#like. back then some of my stuff actually hit 1k and that's bc people fucking reblog whatever i make#BUT NOW????#please for the love of all people who have created fanworks or just in general creative works : REBLOG WHAT U LIKE#i am so pissed UGHHH#i'm gonna put an rb > likes thingy on that post bc of how sick i am of not getting attention#what if i want to see yall keyboard smash in the tags. what if want to hear compliments to my art from yalls tags hm???#aghsgdahgdhjsg
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Crave You
❣ Summary: Lollapalooza had you seeing stars, and now you were determined to make Changbin see the same. ❣
❣ Word Count: 467
❣ Warnings: Changbin has a thick cock, riding [cowgirl], implied unprotected sex [we're all adults here, your decision is your own], pussy drunk Changbin, slight Dom! Reader, smut with a hint of fluff ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as bunny and baby, Changbin is referred to as Binnie and baby, Changbin you have wrecked me for the last time you haven't bby ily
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣
“Baby- Baby, slow down, f-fuck slow down!”
Changbin’s breathless pleas rang in your ears, but they merely coaxed you to dig your knees deeper into the mattress and bear your hips down harder on his own, so much so that the bed shook with each bounce.
You were riding him like a woman possessed - barely giving him time to shut the door of his hotel room before you were dragging him toward bed and commanding him to drop his pants.
Ever since you left Lollapalooza you were on ten, body buzzing from the rush of energy still flowing through your system and mind reeling from the image of your boyfriend on stage - flaunting his sculpted arms in the black tank top he was styled in without a care in the world about the lives he was putting at risk.
What about you? What about your sanity?
Well, you figured he’d get to experience it first hand once they left the venue - and boy, was he experiencing it.
The heavy slaps of your ass against his thighs bounced off the walls of the hotel room, the sound of his moans and your ragged panting creating a symphony orchestrated from pure lust and need.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Binnie,” you whimper, hands sliding from their perch on his wide shoulders down to rest on his covered pectorals, your thumbs toying with the silver chain dangling from his neck, “you have no idea- would’ve jumped you on that stage if I could.”
You could feel his cock twitch at your words, his hands squeezing your hips as his only option was to simply hold on for the ride - too far gone to even attempt to change the tides, not that he even wanted to at this point.
“Could-” A choked whimper left his mouth, “Could’ve had me backstage, Bunny - would’ve made you come on my fingers twice before the next set.”
Shaking your head, your viscous bounces turned into slow grinds, rocking the fat head of his cock against the sponge of your g-spot, “No, no- need you just like this, baby - stretching me open so fucking good.”
His head fell back against the headboard with a low thump, a breathless whine falling from his lips, “Shit, you can’t say shit like that while you’re riding me like this, I’ll-”
“-come?” You finished for him with a devilish smirk, bringing your hands to his jaw and angling his head back to level with yours, drinking in the fog of lust dilating his pupils. “Then come baby, we’ve got all night and I want that mouth of yours next.”
Lifting your hips again, you brought them back down with a heavy smack, your joined moans piercing the heavy atmosphere.
If you were possessed, then you were going to make him mindless.
❣ Seo Changbin... the man that you are... I'm telling my parents about us. JK but seriously, Lollapalooza??? SKZ in Paris?? I'll never be the woman I once was. ❣
❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣
#kacii's masterlist#stray kids smut#skz smut#seo changbin smut#seo changbin x reader#changbin x reader#changbin x you#changbin smut
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✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF
duo ﹒ jake x fmr
genre fluff
wc 05k
warnings not proofread
jake will not let go of you
i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you
my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second
hugging you anytime and anywhere
he wraps his big biceps around your small figure
clinging is arms on your waist is a must
sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler
head pats !!
he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair
your hair is so soft for him
his hands never leave your hair
while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair
ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)
especially when you come back home and run to him
hugs you and ruffles your hair
jake has pictures of you everywhere
polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone
he likes staring at you
he could stare at you forever and never get bored
jake observes little habits that you have
tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods
he watches everything
calls you baby and babe
they are classics and jake likes them
"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."
"babe, what's for dinner today?"
"baby, please put this away for me."
"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."
jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't
you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'
probably isn't a spam texter
spams memes though
he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back
he knows you are laughing so hard irl
lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts
just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you
good morning and good night messages are a must
its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep
jake is a half and half with calling and texting
but he loves to go on call before he sleeps
sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep
however he texts you really silly and goofy things
memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures
did you see this video 😭😨
times like that make him cuter for you
jake is a kisser, a very good one
he loves physical touch so much
he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you
kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake
it happens almost every where
his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout
he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?
he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever
addicted to them at this point
sulks when you don't give him kisses :(
loves taking you on dates
it's his favourite thing to do with you
picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves
layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things
what could be better lets be honest
and picnics are the best in general
you cook lots of food for him
you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food
and he loves eating it
makes you kiss his lips, again
yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that
© flwrshee
#⠀⠀ ౨ৎ flwrshee works⠀⠀#enhypen au#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fic#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#jake#sim jake#enhypen jake#sim jaeyun#jake enhypen#jake fluff#jake ff#jake fanfic#jake fic#jake headcanons#jake au#jake scenarios#jake imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x yn#jake x reader#jake x y/n#jake x female reader
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Last Binderary book is DONE!!!! This is the incredible Maybe sprout wings, by @moorishflower.
This post is going to be a doozy, so gonna just skip straight to the cut!
INTERIOR
INTRODUCTION
I really wanted to model this bind after my own copy of the Odyssey, (which is all highlighted and bookmarked and annotated to hell from my Great Text courses in undergrad ehe, so this bind was such a fun trip down memory lane!). But beyond just the cover/general aesthetic, I also wanted to give the book a similar feel to these kinds of editions of classics--there's usually an introduction, translation notes, and other supplementary materials, right? Like, a physical manifestation of the work of many, many people, all having conversations with one another across time and space.
So that's what I did! I wrote a short introduction (I will also probably post it to my AO3/my blog as well, in the name of preservation etc. etc.) and began reaching out to folks in the fandom who I knew had created art and meta for the fic. The result? 18k words of analysis, comments, and meta, and nearly twenty pages of art!
And this is what I love most about this bind, I think! This book is the work of several people--truly a collaborative work by the fandom--all of whom I will now be shamelessly calling out below :D
CHAPTER HEADER ART
First and foremost, this book would not be what it is without the gorgeous header art by @fancy-rock-dove! Thank you so much Dove for letting include your work, and for being so supportive and kind these past few weeks about this bind <3 You in particular have contributed so much to this book (which I will be getting more into in the next section ehe), and I'm so psyched I get to hold your art and words, too!
NOTES ON THE TEXT
This section was divided into four parts: Asks and Answers, Meta, Selected Comments, and Chapter Heading Art: Process
For Asks and Answers, I trawled Heather's blog for meta she had written in response to questions and other meta about the fic. Asks came from @fancy-rock-dove, @quillingwords, @kulapti, and myself! (I THINK I got all of them--tumblr's search function is finnicky even on its best days, so so sorry if I missed something T_T) I first got hooked into reading this fic because of one of these asks, so I'm very fond of this section in particular :D
For Meta, I included two wonderful essays written by @pastrypuppy (also known as @kulapti) about Hob as an author figure and the Disrupted Fisher King narrative in MSW. Her analyses were so fascinating and I just had to include them in the book! (And thank you as well for your permission, friend!) (also hello fellow Renegade comrade 🫡)
For Selected Comments, I owe everything to (once again :3) @fancy-rock-dove, whose insights are the epitome of transformative fandom at work. I'd look for their comments after I read every chapter to see what their takes were on this or that element of the story, and every single time I would go "!!!!! I didn't even realize!!!" or "OOOOOOOH I hadn't thought of that!!" It was like being in a lecture hall and always whipping your head around when one of your classmates raised their hand, because you knew they were going to say something fascinating that you hadn't considered before.
Aside from one of my own comments, Dove's comments make up the entirety of this section (for which I owe you my life--your long-form responses to fics are a gift to this world) but GOSH was it also so much fun going through the comments section while typesetting and seeing all the keyboard smashing, yelling, and crying from the other commenters. Communal nature of storytelling and ongoing meaning-making of fanfiction, babey!
And finally for Chapter Heading Art: Process: once again Dove coming in clutch with some wonderful insights into the design of each of the chapter heading art pieces! This kind of stuff is honestly my favorite: meta about art for a fic which is, in turn, a transformation of an existing story (not even to mention that The Sandman is its own kind of fanfiction of existing mythologies and histories)--I just!! Think it's all really, really neat :'D (for more coherent/polished thoughts on this pls see my introduction asjdfkls)
ART
The art gallery!!! A million thanks to @fishfingersandscarves, @honeyseller, @jazzpsych, @doctor-rainbowfoxey, and (HI AGAIN DOVE) @fancy-rock-dove for granting me permission to include all of your beautiful pieces!
As usual for artworks in my binds, I printed each piece out on specialty photo paper to really make the colors pop, then sewed each page separately to the text block! Behold, everyone's beautiful beautiful pieces!
The art gallery also satisfies the certain "oooh shiny" part of my brain that always activates when I see pictures in a book, so am also very fond of this section :3
CONSTRUCTION
And now on to the nitty gritty stuff! I used the German Bradel binding technique again, my second time using it. Even though it's more complicated than the case bind, I really love how it gives you the full board space for the cover designs (~it's free real estate~). Keep it a secret but I kiiiiiiind of made a small goof in the last few steps (I did the turn-ins a step too early and so had to paste an extra sheet of cardstock to secure the spine to the boards, whoopsie), but it's a pretty small difference, aesthetically speaking, so it wasn't the end of the world XD
Edges are once again fake gilded, but this time I tried something new with the colors! I did two layers of acrylic paint--one watered down shade of red for the base, then one metallic gold on top of that. I really like the red/gold effect! I'll have to keep experimenting with this kind of layering:
ALSO. Y'ALL! I think I'm finally getting the hang of endbands!!! Many thanks to the folks at Renegade who hosted all the endband workshops last month--I'm still working through them, but even the few sessions I've seen have been TREMENDOUSLY helpful. I learned that tension is Very Important, as well as thread thickness, so I tried doubling my thread and keeping a Very Close Eye on how I was holding the threads while doing the beads. And behold! I still have a ways to go (and one day I would LOVE to do the fancier designs), but I'm v happy with the progress I've made so far!
And finally the covers!! ARCHIVAL MOD PODGE MY BELOVED. I printed on the same matte presentation paper that I used for the art, then did several coats of archival matte mod podge + a pass of gloss mod podge over the title strip to make it ~shiny~. Then once those had dried and I'd adhered them to the boards, I sprayed two layers of matte clear acrylic sealer (also mod podge!) to finish it off. I had some issues with the paper tearing when I handled it before it was fully dry, but luckily the blemishes were small enough that it was easy to do spot corrections with my black acrylic paint. And now I know to be more patient next time LOL
(some non-photoshoot shots that show the shine a little better!)
FINAL THOUGHTS
I had a lot of thoughts while I was binding this book--about Sandman fandom, about Dreamling fandom, about the Odyssey, about storytelling, about fanbinding, about Binderary, about Renegade, about my friends--but really what came to mind the most was gratitude!
Simply put, I'm so grateful to everyone I've met both in this fandom and throughout the years I've been active online--this is SO fun, y'all. It's so much fun to love stories together--to talk about them, to write them, and of course to bind them! I hope I've adequately conveyed that gratitude.
But of course, this book would not exist without the wonderful words of @moorishflower. Heather, thank you so, SO much for sharing your stories, thoughts, and time with us--it is always a happier, better day when I get an email notif from you and when I see you on my dash. I love your work so much, and I'm so happy I finally get to put it on my shelf! So thank you so much again, for everything <3
and OKAY THAT'S IT FROM ME FOLKS!!!!! Binderary 2023 is officially a wrap! I had SUCH a blast--will probably write up a reflection post on it uhhhh after I take a very long nap ajslkdfjslk _(:3」∠)_
all my love! <3
#the sandman#dreamling#Moorishflower#Maybe sprout wings#binderary2023#bookbinding#fanbinding#ficbinding#not my fic
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₊˚ ♡ random relationship hc’s ◞ leon s. kennedy
fem!reader, fluff, angst, established relationship, implied age gap for like one or two hc’s, wrote these in an id leon brainrot fueled spur lmfao so mostly for an older leon ig !? would love to expand on some of these in a fic, wc 0.6k ╮
gift giving is definitely one of his strongest love languages, however he’s not one for grand gestures or overtly romantic gifts. his gifts are practical, thoughtful, consistent reminders that he’s always thinking of you because he’s never been good with words. he prefers to not be present when you receive them and he’s SO deliberately discreet about it too. subtly replacing your skincare or fav products that are running out with brand new ones, delving into his mental notes of what you’re running low on when he’s at a shop. scheduling food or flower deliveries for when he’s away on a mission or work related tasks. any praise would probably make his skin crawl because he just can’t handle it
terms of endearment feel unnatural to him and rarely fall past his lips unless you seem to react positively to them. i don’t see him as someone who’s that experienced in committed long term relationships ( or relationships in general ) due to the nature of his work and lifestyle. he defaults to ‘babe’ until he learns which terms you prefer / dislike
leon would never accept your offers or attempts to pay for a thing ( i swear by this ). this doesn’t come from a place of arrogance or urge to fulfill some ‘traditionally’ masculine role. his disposable income is plentiful, and he’s happy to pay when the opportunity arises, he honestly doesn’t even think about it and merely hands over his credit card. receiving gifts can often be hard for him but he’ll never purposely display his discomfort or refuse
extremely dry texter and doesn’t really use his phone despite being tech savvy, all of his texts end with periods. rarely ever uses emojis ( his personal favs are 👍👎 and the occasional ❤️ ). typically one word responses. doesn’t understand half of the abbreviations you use. send him a keyboard smash and he’ll think you’re having a stroke. prefers to call you instead
always the driver ( he insists on it ). always has the seat warmer on for you. if you do drive he becomes a backseat driver which can be mildly frustrating. comments on your song choices when you play music in his car but would never tell you to stop no matter how grating it is on his ears and simply endures. sometimes opts for his motorcycle over his car solely because he gets to be held onto by you. would literally never let you even fathom the idea of driving his motorcycle
frequent date nights at borderline obnoxiously ritzy restaurants to compensate for his time spent away from you due to his job. also bc this man cannot cook. does not let you know in advance. he simply says “we have a reservation tonight” like an hour before which often results in you scrambling to get ready
he struggles with sharing his ( darker ) emotions, accompanied by a habit of opting to brush your concerns off. vulnerability is a foreign language to him. he’s scarily good at pretending he is fine, but you manage to see glimpses of his deteriorating wellbeing in his body language. the heavy sighs upon waking up, his slight recoil from your touch, his posture stiffening after you ask him what’s on his mind. this doesn’t come from a place of distrust in any way, he truly just doesn’t want to ‘burden’ you and convinces himself that his struggles aren’t important in the grand scheme of things. he also knows the source of his stress and trauma is for the most part confidential and he tells himself he’s doing it for your own safety and protection. when he does open up by his own volition, he keeps it brief, spares most of the details, his composure rarely falters and he’s itching to move on from the subject. you’ve never seen him cry :(
#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy headcanons#leon kennedy drabble#leon kennedy#resident evil x reader#i could go on and on about him fr
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Chapter 236: Go South—JJK is generational
Gosh. Can we pleeeease just like... have a moment of silence for the one and only...THE Man, Gojo Satoru.
Ok, time's up.
Moving on.
Word vomit under the cut.
The process of reading this chapter was a very interesting one this week because the fandom got really noisy as soon as the leaks dropped.
Between allegations of bad writing and the utter sense of grief Gojo fans were expressing, it was quite the 💩 storm.
And then the actual scanlations started dropping, and little by little they replaced most of the noise with the utter sense of calm and peace and satisfaction that Gojo felt in his last moments in this plane of existence.
I gotta say that I just absolutely loved how Gege depicted those emotions (outside of Gojo's "dream") through shots of the devastated Shinjuku district.
The remnants of the battle of The Strongest, as if the landscape and the buildings themselves represented the end of an era, the devastation of the structure of Jujutsu society itself.
After all, as The Strongest sorcerer in the modern era, Gojo represented the very system he was trying to destroy.
Gege loves his irony.
Now, I would normally say that the words in the speech bubbles are superfluous because Gege creates such a beautiful atmosphere through the setting alone. But it is the words themselves that re-contextualize not just the battle, but also shed more light on Sukuna's interest in Megumi, which I feel we haven't seen the extent of what he had in mind.
Now I'm hoping this isn't a dream
Listen, I must admit I've never cared for Gojo.
I don't hate him, I don't love him, I simply never really cared for him.
That, of course, changed with this chapter.
And it is perhaps Gojo's death that really solidified in my mind the idea that one of the underlying themes in jjk is... dun dun dun... DEATH.
Yeah, I know. Sue me, I'm late to the party lmao.
But it's not just death itself that is a theme, but rather the face we put on when death comes knocking at the door.
There aren't many things that we can be certain of in this life, but death is one of them. So how we confront death and our mortality shapes the sense of self.
I know a lot of people were dissatisfied with the transition from 235 to 236 and Gege not showing how/when Gojo got slashed in half, but I find the abrupt transition makes sense, and I even dare say was... quite poetic.
For one, now knowing that Gojo knew Sukuna was holding back, a lot of incidents throughout the battle are given new meaning. Like that look of confidence on Gojo's face as he "thinks" he's finally managed to "get through" to Sukuna.
So I have to say that I loved that Gege starts the chapter with Gojo becoming aware that he has died or is dying.
In other words, Sukuna's attack was so sudden that Gojo's next moment of awareness as "Gojo Satoru" is in what we would normally think of as "the light at the end of the tunnel" where he is greeted by people who were of significance to him in his youth.
And can we please just talk about how Geto is the first person he sees when he becomes aware that he is dying?
Please. This is fucking poetry!
Insert keyboard smash.
Screaming in jjk.
Go South
I literally lack the words to explain why I love this whole chapter so much. Which is a lot to say because I am about to word vomit about it. But like...
Again, hindsight is 20/20.
I always thought of the panel above as Geto being jealous of Gojo surpassing him in strength but, in retrospect, I think Geto's disappointment had more to do with Gojo's sense of self over-identifying with the title "the strongest" and how that made him harder to relate to, which is one of the main themes in this chapter. I'll come back to this in a sec.
But first...
Quick depth psych segway. I think I've said this before, but it bears repeating again that an overwhelming sense of self is all ego. There's nothing wrong with ego per se.
The problem is that an over-identification with ego means inherent separateness because, as an organ of the psyche, the ego sense of self is what gives us a separate identity from the collective.
On the other hand, soul/heart (another organ in the psyche) is the principle of relatedness--love, the single energy that can bring us all together as a collective.
But as we already know, the stronger the sorcerer, the more overwhelming the sense of self.
Unfortunately, because an overwhelming sense of self = separateness, this also means the person in question can't relate to others.
And is this not thematically perfect for a sorcerer whose perfected cursed technique was meant to render others unable to "reach him"?
In other words, Gojo saw himself as separate (because he was "The Strongest") and that made it harder for him to relate to others, but only because he self-identified as "The Strongest".
Infinity ∞, in this sense, is also about the self-fulfilling prophecy Gojo was stuck playing out in his life in regards to seeing himself as "The Strongest".
But like a serpent eating its own tail, Gojo came back full circle, and in the moments before his death, learned that what really mattered to him was not strength for the sake of strength, but rather the connections he had fostered with others.
PLEASE. GEGE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!!!!!!!!!!!
To bring it back to "Satoru became 'The Strongest'"...
I just loved so much that seeing Geto as soon as he becomes aware he's died felt like an encounter that meant Gojo had returned to the person he was before he self-identified as "The Strongest".
But more importantly, Gojo's imagination of himself as back when he was young also speaks both to how much he cherished that period of his life, and to how he was emotionally frozen in time due to his encounter with Toji.
It makes me wonder whether Gojo was afraid of dying alone when Toji almost killed him. So it's almost like what he took away from that battle was that he was always alone, and so he sought to push others away.
The kicker is that he simultaneously feared his existential isolation and yet craved the very source of his fear--human relations.
But in choosing self-preservation, he was a selfish to the very end.
What an idiot (tragically affectionate).
Anyways. How much of this is hc? Someone tell me please 😂. I feel like I went off the deep end in the last few paragraphs.
Like everyone else in this fandom I've lost all objectivity when it comes to Gojo because his departure from the story was truly one of the most heartbreaking moments in jjk.
I understand people's complaints about the "execution," but I think the world-wide phenomena that Gojo's death has spurred speaks to Gege's ability to elicit deeply archetypal emotional responses as a story teller.
With Gojo's death, a part of our own psyche too has died. And what's most significant about this death is that it was, true to Gojo's character, "something that needed to die because it represented the very thing it sought to destroy."
And this would be why I love Gege's writing.
A fitting way for Gojo to go out
I know not everyone agrees, but I really appreciated that he was satisfied and at peace in the very end.
He got his cake (battle to death with Sukuna) and got to eat it too (reconnected with his loved ones).
Sukuna
But we can't talk about Gojo without talking about Sukuna as the one who liberated Gojo from the burden of his existential isolation.
Sukuna gave Gojo a fun battle, but if it weren't because Sukuna figured out how to cut through Gojo's metaphorical defenses by learning to cut through space-time itself--the very fabric of reality, Gojo might not have found his humanity once again.
The outcome of this battle spells out in no uncertain terms how dire the situation is as Sukuna has proven himself to be the uncontested "Strongest".
But in a sense, the end is a new beginning, and this time, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
JJK is generational
I get the feeling that everyone will remember where they were when this panel dropped.
I was in bed. It was 6 am and Tasokare, my miniature panther, was demanding attention.
A moot was on the way to the gym. They never made it out of the house after seeing the panel.
Another moot was completely avoiding Twitter to avoid leaks, but her brother, who does not even read jjk, saw the panel on Facebook and showed it to her.
Yet another moot was on vacation at the beach.
JJK is generational like that and there's just so much more I can say about this chapter and its implications (like the idea that Sukuna can now cut through space-time, why?! what does he want to get out of this ability?), but I just don't even know what more I can say right now.
Anyways, thanks for reading. I'm looking forward to any thoughts you might have. Just a heads up, I'm very, very slow at replying.
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Finger Talking
Captain Sunlight had said that these clients didn’t speak any trade language she’d ever learned, and as I caught sight of the two intelligent being who looked like the end result of what happens if hummingbirds nudge into anteaters’ ecological niche, I didn’t find that hard to believe.
They were green-feathered, flightless birds, with long beaks, longer tongues, and clawed feet dexterous enough to type out messages on the big keyboard they had laid out on the ground. It looked like the kind of thing I would have danced on as a kid. I pretended that I wasn’t imagining doing that now, as the shorter of the two sent a message onto the display screen that they wanted to haggle.
Mur stepped forward, tapping my ankle with a tentacle to say he had it covered. “Oh, you want to pay more? Double price, please.”
The beaky birds were of course grumpy about this. The short one typed quickly in a fashion that I was amused to realize was hunt-and-peck.
I looked down at Mur, who was cheerfully braiding grass with two tentacles, and waving several others like he was conducting an invisible squid orchestra. He was enjoying himself.
The screen beeped that the message was ready. It read, “We know our rocks are valuable to you. Ten barrels of your rocks for each barrel of our rocks.”
Okay, I hadn’t actually known the price that had been set ahead of time for this little exchange. These folks didn’t use standard currency, so when they sent out a request via random traveler for someone to bring them coal — something that was scarce their planet — in trade for shiny rocks that they had in abundance, Captain Sunlight had gone for it.
And if the rough gemstones bedazzling the cart that these birds had come in were any sign, we were about to make a very good deal no matter what the exchange rate was.
Mur said, “Two for one is already pretty generous. I’ll raise it to three, how about that?”
The birds conferred with each other briefly, making noises that echoed like someone trilling their tongue down a long tube — which was a pretty accurate description of what was happening, really. The short one typed in a reply.
I caught a glimpse of “8 for 1” before the alien technology did what technology everywhere does best: it failed unexpectedly. The screen spasmed wild patterns before going dark, and no amount of punching the keys made it light up again.
“Hm,” Mur said to me. “This could put a crimp in things. Maybe we should call Coals or Trrili?”
“They mostly do written translation,” I said. “And Trrili doesn’t strike me as the tactful sort.”
Mur twirled a tentacle to say I’d made a good point, while the birds tried to revive their tech with no luck. “I guess we just throw out numbers until we hit on something they look happy with,” he said. “This is going to be rough.”
“It shouldn’t be too bad,” I said. “At least they’ve learned the language, even though they can’t speak it. Honestly, I’ve had worse conversations before my vet training covered Gorilla Sign Language.”
He looked up at the unfamiliar word. “Nationality?”
“Species. Long story. Remind me to tell you about Citizen Animals on Earth.”
The birds were starting to disassemble the keyboard casing, using their claws like precision tools (though the tall one gave me the impression that more vigorous smashing was an eagerly-anticipated Plan B). They looked up when I stepped forward, holding up fingers.
“Five for one.” I flicked the fingers one at a time to count. “Five of ours, for one of yours.”
They caught on immediately, and luckily for all of us, they had the right number of talon-fingers to make this primitive conversation work.
Mur was no help, standing two steps back and holding up excessive numbers of tentacles, entertaining only himself. The birds and I managed to ignore him.
We settled on seven-for-one. I could have pushed for six, but I felt bad for them, and anyway I knew that we had the coal already portioned out into fourteen crates. The math was easier this way.
As we walked back toward the ship, to start bringing out the crates that Blip and Blop were unloading at the door, Mur chuckled beside me. “That was fun. I want to come up with ways to communicate like that more. Maybe cheating at table games.”
“I’d offer to teach you some actual sign language,” I said, “But everything I know is designed with fingers in mind.”
“That’s okay. I don’t need proper language to beat the scales off Eggskin. C’mon, it’ll be great. I’ll win several rounds in a row, they’ll get annoyed and demand to know how, I’ll explain, then refuse to give any winnings back. Perfect plan. Great times.”
I had to smile at that. “We’ll see,” I said. “First let’s finish the actual business.”
“Yep, yep, can’t forget that,” Mur agreed. “Maybe we’ll play table games with expensive rocks as tokens, like the high-society snobs we all are.”
“Sounds like great times to me,” I said.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
#my writing#The Token Human#humans are weird#haso#hfy#eiad#humans are space orcs#technology doing what technology does best#fail unexpectedly#that part's my favorite line; no lie#sign language#in spaaace
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PLEASE SHUT UP || Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader [Part One]
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics
PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST
REQUEST [by @yumikitten]: I'm just gonna keep on this Ruffilo train if everyone is okay with it. Ahem. What if Y/N and Nicholas got into a fight? Something that really made them snap and started yelling at each other, saying things they weren't really meaning? It could also just be something super silly tbh. We've all been there. 😅 But Nick finally gets suuuuper tired of screaming at each other and just kisses her to shut her up, which then leads to makeup sex. 😉 I could see him spitefully telling her at some point that he's gonna have to remember this if it got her to shut up so quickly. 🤣 Please don't feel obligated. 😁 My mind is just going zoom. 💕
A/N: FIRST OF ALL, I'M DEEPLY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I had a severe writers block over the last couple of months and couldn't bring myself to work on requests. As compensation i have decided to make a two-parter out of the request. The setting is a maybe a bit different than expected but I hope you like it anyways! Part Two will hopefully be posted soon! ♡♡♡
WARNINGS: angst, cursing, fear of failure, fighting, small room, ... (let me know if i missed something)
TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit (Let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist!)
Ever since Y/n had been a child, she was surrounded by music. Her dad was the guitarist of a local rock band and her mom had been playing the violin since forever.
She remembered clearly how her mother had told her that one of the first things she did as a child was smash hey tiny little hands onto the piano that stood in the family’s living room.
As Y/n grew older, her taste in music also changed. Even though she had been learning to play the piano since the age of just four, she noticed how her taste shifted from soft and classical music to later pop and then heavier stuff.
Maybe it had been some kind of rebellion in her teenage years, maybe it had been her father’s taste in music that influenced her or maybe it was her first ever boyfriend who introduced her to Bring Me The Horizon, when she was just fourteen. All Y/n knew, was that she soon found herself sucked into the world of metal and metal core.
It was no shock to anyone close to her, when she was hired to play the keyboard in a band called Bad Omens.
She had met Noah through mutual friends while gaming during the pandemic and they soon became close friends. The band had been working on their third album back than and though it sounded more than good when Y/n first listened to it, Noah thought something was missing. That was when Y/n came into the picture. She had delivered them some parts that amazed the boys so much that they offered her a place in the band. She had gladly accepted it.
Since than the band had been thriving. From tours all over the world, making Y/n travel to parts of the world she had only imagined as a child, to streaming records that made her dad jump in excitement, every time she visited her hometown. Everything was going well for the band.
For Y/n in particular though, nothing was well. Nothing had been like she hoped it would be. While she had grown close to three of her bandmates, one seemingly hated her guts without explanation.
At first, Nick and she had gotten along quite well. She remembered nights where they sat outside and chatted about the most random things while seemingly not getting enough of each other’s presence.
But over time, things had changed. First, he started to distance himself to the point where it couldn’t be called anything but avoidance. Soon, the complaining began. He began to roll his eyes when she said something that made the others laugh. He started making snarky side comments every time she did something slightly different in her performance. Nothing Y/n did was good enough in Nick’s eyes and hell did it annoy her.
She couldn’t wrap her head around what she did to him to make him act that way towards her, considering she was the only one that suffered under his behavior. With everyone else, he was an angel on earth. Always sweet and caring.
Even though she missed the time where Nick acted like that with her, she began to mirror his demeanor. She began to criticize him just as much as he did with her. She was so fed up that she even started to loathe the time she needed to spend with him in one room.
Saying that was difficult was an understatement. Everyone noticed how they started to act and soon the mood started to deteriorate because of their behavior.
But the breaking point was only yet to come.
The stage was set, the lights were dimmed, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. The band was about to kick of another concert on their tour and Y/n could feel the familiar hum of excitement and nervous energy that waved through the packed room. This was nothing new for Y/n, yet tonight was different. There was an additional weight pressing on her tense shoulders – the intense gaze of Nick, whose eyes seemed to bore into her from across the stage.
As Y/N's fingers glided over the keys, she couldn't shake the feeling that every note she played was being criticized. She stole a glance in Nick's direction, only to find his expression unreadable, yet filled with an intensity that made her uneasy. The rhythmic thump of the bass only increased her anxiety, and the once effortless connection she felt with the music began to waver.
In the midst of a song, Nick shot her a look so disapproving, Y/N lost it. She stumbled over a chord, the crooked sound echoing through the venue. Panic set in as she struggled to regain her composure. She knew the crowd hadn’t noticed but for her it was a disaster. For the rest of their set, her heart seemingly jumped out of her chest in a mix of fury and anxiety. Nick's disapproving glares persisted, each one a sharp stab at Y/N's confidence. The usually seamless collaboration between band members now felt like pure pain to Y/n. All she did for the rest of the evening was desperately trying to avoid the heavy judgment of Nick’s eyes.
As their performance ended, Y/n felt empty. Heavy tension lingered in the air when they went backstage to compliment each other on another successful concert, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to feel good. She fucked up bad and only because Nick couldn’t stop with his childish behavior.
After Noah and Jolly comforted her for a second, she came to a stand in front of the bassist. The rest of the guys walked away to calm down, while Y/n’s eyes bore into Nick’s.
Without even thinking, she dragged him into a small room filled with technical stuff.
“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” Nick protested as she closed the door behind them.
“What the fuck I’m doing? Could you tell me what the fuck your problem is, Nick?” She shouted at him, not holding back one bit.
“I did nothing.” He quickly defended himself and wanted to grab the door handle, but Y/n walked between him and the exit.
“Keep your fucking judgement to yourself next time.” She warned him and looked into his blue eyes. The rage that fumed inside of her quickly caught up to him.
“Maybe don’t fuck up your notes next time.” He hissed at her.
In the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. "Nick, you can't just keep brushing off my opinions about fucking everything!"
Nick's eyes flashed with irritation. "Well, maybe if you understood music better, your opinions would matter."
The words hung in the air, heavy with tension, as Y/N shot back, "You know, not everyone worships your bass lines, dickhead!"
“Oh, come on, are we this low now?” Nick mocked her and tried to get out of the room again.
“I’m not letting you get out of this room until you finally tell me what the fuck I did to you, Nick.” She fumed at him, her back now pressed against the door.
As the argument escalated; Y/n trying to get answers, Nick trying to avoid the talk; both felt a surge of anger and hurt. But suddenly, Nick, became quiet, took a step forward, his eyes meeting Y/N's defiant gaze.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” – “What?”
Before Y/n could react, Nick grabbed her face and, with an unexpected intensity, kissed her. Time seemed to stand still as Y/n noticed what was happening. She was confused but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to push him off her. Her eyes fluttered shut as another feeling entered her.
Need.
A feeling she had been suppressing since the second he became cold towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he pressed her firmly against the door. It was a kiss full of anger, frustration but also passion as Nick devoured her lips. Soon he travelled down to her neck and even though a small Parton her was still furious about his action, she definitely needed him more than anything in this moment. He bit her exposed skin, not caring a single second about the marks he was leaving on her as she whimpered in pure bliss. When she tugged at Nick’s hair, he softly moaned against her neck, signaling her she wasn’t alone with her thoughts.
Right as his hands started to travel down her shirt, she remembered what was going on and grabbed his wrist.
A stunned silence enveloped them, broken only by Y/n’s words as they looked into each other’s eyes. "You can't just kiss me to end an argument!"
Nick looked at her with wide blown pupils. It looked like he tried to find his words, but nothing came out.
“Oh look at you, now you can’t even talk to me anymore.” Y/n mocked him with hate in her voice, before she pushed him away from her. She left the room with agony.
She hated Nick for making this whole thing even more confusing than it already was. But she knew one thing.
This was never happening again…
PART TWO COMING SOON
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Incorrect Quote from That Incorrect Quote Generator Guy
*in a groupchat*
Enid: iuegrukfhoeuhfeoruhf
Wednesday: What is that? WA
Enid: it’s a keyboard smash
Wednesday: How do I do it? WA
Enid: just press anything
Wednesday: 7 WA
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Cute Sexy
❣ Summary: What started as a 'goodnight' phone call turns into a debate of cute versus sexy. ❣
❣ Word Count: 467
❣ Warnings: Fluff, implied relationships, Hyunjin is dramatic but in a cute way ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as My Angel and Angel, Hyunjin is referred to as cute, sexy, Jinnie, Hyune, and My Love ❣
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣
“You’re cute, Jinnie.”
You watched as his face lit up at your words, his fingers carding through his black bangs only for them to fall back into place.
“I thought I was sexy?”
Scoffing, you rolled onto your stomach, propping your phone against your headboard, “You can be cute while still being sexy, Hyune - you’re just more cute than you are sexy right now.”
What was supposed to be a pre-bed video call turned into over three hours of talking and teasing between the two of you - the softness of your mattress paired with the cold breeze of your fan attempting to coax you into finally turning in for the night.
But, who needed sleep when you had your adorably dramatic boyfriend on the other side of your phone screen, currently trying to prove that he is, in fact, more sexy than he is cute?
“What about now?”
You held back a very unattractive snort at the overly dramatized winking face he was making, paired effortlessly with a large peace sign over the eye that was closed.
“My love, I thought you were trying to be sexy, not absolutely adorable!”
Hyunjin huffed, dropping the pose immediately before jumping straight into another one; this time, tilting his head so the left side of his face was partially covered by his bangs before pressing his hand to his face. “Now?”
Tracing his features through the screen, you couldn’t help but lick your lips - sure, it may not have been the sexiest pose in the world, but those slightly tired eyes and the way his lips were slightly squished against his hand were definitely starting to do something to you.
He must have known from your lack of an immediate response - or the way you were practically drooling over him - that you fell into his charm because his pout slowly curled into a smirk, “My angel?”
Meeting his gaze through the screen, you raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“Am I sexy now?”
You hummed, tapping your chin before shaking your head, “Nope, sorry Jinnie, still as cute as ever!”
His mouth fell open in pure shock, his hands flying to the air, “You’re lying! I caught you staring at me, you know that was sexy!”
Laughter shook your shoulders as you tried your best not to be too loud, minding the sleeping neighbors around you while your boyfriend continued throwing his fit.
“Why can’t you just admit that I’m sexy, huh? You’re breaking my heart, you know - my heart’s breaking!”
“Oh my god, okay! You’re sexy - you’re so sexy!” You finally concede, warming at the satisfied smile finding its way to his face.
“Finally! Thank you!” Settling back in his chair, he ruffles his hair a bit while basking in the win of this - albeit silly - debate.
“You’re cute sexy.”
“Angel!”
❣ Yes I know I have two other things I have yet to post but Hyunjin gave me the meanest brainrot recently and I just had to get this out! ❣
❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣
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