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🫣🍑Private Dancer🍑🫣
Or: You discover another half to the secret you thought you were keeping
Fontaine x blackfemreader
Warnings: MINORS DNI, cursing, use of the n-word, mentions of smoking/weed, P-in-V, mentions of insecurity, long fic
Truth was, you were a secret shaker.
A tentative twerker. An apprehensive ass-thrower. Your waist whined when being perceived directly and not in a good way. Not only did you decline to throw ass in public, you will also turn away any offers to catch it.
You learned chorography to your favorite sounds, bounced around your living room as you folded clothes. Recorded dance challenges and deleted them a few hours later. You were your very own Stallion behind closed doors.
When you were alone, though...
It took only a handful of awkward encounters and an asshole ex-boyfriend suggesting you 'stand to the side' for you to be determined to find your rhythm.
Looking up tips online and went to any beginner's classes you could find in the area. Ballroom, salsa, the pole--it all helped you understand your body outside of what it looked like. It was about what you trained it to do, what you wanted it to do.
Investing in a really good floor length mirror was the last puzzle piece you needed to really find your beat. From there on, you and the mirror were lovers.
Only your small circle of friends knew. That was thanks to enough years of trust and tequila, leading to wild nights at house parties with the radio cranked high.
You eventually learned that it was nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like it kept you away from fun or being included in the antics. If you went out with the ladies, you hyped them and kept a cute lil' two step. You held the title of Camerawoman with pride and your background cackles were famous in the group chat.
The booty wouldn't boogie with anyone else around and it's been that way for years.
It was your own little secret. No one had to know everything and you babbled enough as it was. If anyone cared to stare hard enough to a deserted, dark corner of the house--then maybe they could catch a glimpse.
The sway-snap of your hips, falling beautifully with every beat that you heard. How your hair gleamed, the way your smile swelled with the change of the songs.
Your entire body sang a song.
At least, that's what Fontaine thought when he first spotted you.
Of course you never knew he saw you. Even after the reciprocated confessions and hot-n-heavy honeymoon phase, you thought you went unseen.
Fontaine took your secret for his own, delighting in your shadow shows on the rare occasions you came out to play.
Fontaine could wait and if you had to feel alone to feel secure, then so be it. He used his admiration and desire to touch you, to be a proper witness.
Just being near you was more then enough, it would have been ungrateful to be so greedy.
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You screamed when you saw him standing there.
The earbuds went off into the wilds of the kitchen, one skittering beneath the fridge.
Fontaine's eyes were popped wide but didn't seem remorseful for scaring your soul to the heavens.
"I thought you heard me when I came in." Fontaine hung up his keys before going in search of your earbuds. You watched after him, mortified.
You were just really into organizing the lower pantry. Lost in shaking your ass with one hand braced on the red potatoes and the other searching for the brown potatoes to put them back in their proper spot.
When you turned to grab the few 'taters that eacaped, you saw your man standing a few feet away from you with his arms crossed and head tilted.
How long has he been here?
Oh god, you have never danced for him. You have never danced in front of him--you weren't even serious. There wasn't a problem with you shimmying to the beat in his lap at a function or waving from your hips up while riding in the car to some jams.
This was different.
"Hey, hey--whatcha curling up for? C'mon now, I already know you can move."
"It-- that, um, I-I'm not that good, so, y'know..."
Fontaine pocketed your traumatized earbuds and kissed your hands until you inched them away enough for him to see your worried gaze. He tutted quietly, taking your hands into his and kissing your knuckles.
"What matters to me is what makes you feel good, baby." His voice rolled into a purr as he continued, "Lucky me that you look so fine when you do."
You wriggled as your shyness battled against the excitement of having Fontaine looking at you the way he was.
"So I don't look.... awkward? Do I have enough stuff to make it look good?"
"Wasn't nothing awkward 'bout how you were throwin' that, trust me."
Fontaine's hands went down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. His palms were warm and wide as he kneaded, bringing you even closer to him as you went to your tiptoes. He hooked his chin over your shoulder with a happy little him, distracted by you but only for only a moment more.
"Hold up, whatchu mean by 'enough stuff' ?"
You shrugged and decided not to answer. The truth of past insecurities felt redundant and you rather liked the way Fontaine was making you feel at the moment.
Fontaine grunted, giving you another squeeze before pulling back a bit to look into you square in the eyes.
"Look here-- I'm in love with all this right here, so I'm rockin' with you regardless of what you can make it do. Don't matter if you think you ain't got enough, shit, it's enough fo', me. Understand?"
His words worked out the few kinks in your heart, aches you grown used to and ignored when they flared. You nodded more confidently and only then did Fontaine lighten his hold on you, nodding back.
No telling how long Fontaine was standing there and if you never turned around-- you would have been none the wiser. How many times has he been there? Letting you have yourself, taking only a moment for himself as he had that smile on his face.
It was the same smile he had when he took away the shea butter to rub you down himself. Or similar to the smirk on his face when following after you to the bedroom after you talked a bit too much shit.
Your shoulders dropped as you fully relaxed into his hold. The burning embarrassment in your stomach churned into smooth, seamless and leaving you suddenly eager.
"So, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get a private dance from yo' pretty self?"
His hands helped themselves to another handful, this time spreading to touch between your legs. There was promise in his eyes and you knew you only needed to say yes.
You twist away from him enough to pluck your phone from the counter, sliding through a few songs before settling on something with drums and bass. The speakers pulsed and you began backing Fontaine out of the kitchen and into the living room.
He let you push him to sit in the recliner and he made an appreciative sound at the way you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. It evolved, going deeper until you pulled away with a protesting noise from Fontaine.
"That's the only touching you gonna get from me right now."
"Oh, word?"
"You're going to distract me enough as it is." You said, stepping away from him and stretching your arms over your head.
"Bold as hell to call me a distraction." Fontaine's brows rose as he leaned back to make himself comfortable, "Lookin' at me with them eyes..."
His eyes hooked onto your hips. You stretched, teasingly bending over and holding onto your ankles as you gave a cute lil' shake, looking over your shoulder coyly .
"What can I use to look if it ain't my eyes?" You asked, "How am I supposed to see you?"
"Don't worry 'bout what you see back here, act like a nigga ain't even here."
"Oh, that's impossible now. You still make me feel so shy..."
Fontaine snorted and your gave a giddy smile in return.
What you wore was actually perfect. Tiny shorts and cami, perfect for when you were bounding around to clean house. Just what you needed for you to do a little Bend n' Snap for your man.
The music changed and you looked over at him in surprise, he held your phone but watched you with a mischief. Reaching for the little, polka dotted stash jar you left on the coffee table to pull out a blunt to wag at you.
"Go on, show me what you got fo' me."
Waiting until he fired up, you sauntered closer and tied up the front of your already teeny tank. Fontaine's eyes honed in to your nipples, distracted as he took a drag. When his fingers crooked, you leaned in enough and pursed your lips.
Fontaine blew a strong stream that you breathed in and held. You held as long as you could before releasing the smoke a final time into the air.
Fontaine's blunts were no-nonsense, where he still rolled with leaves rather than the papers you preferred. It felt like a straight shot to the head, the smoke lifting all the chatter in your mind to leave you swirling in electric eagerness.
Without further ado, you showed him what you could do.
Your hands braced on your knees, clasped above your head, went down to touch your toes. You rolled your stomach and snapped your hips mouthing the words to Fontaine as you fully felt yourself. You extended your arms and tried to be as dramatically sexy as possible. Touching all of Fontaine's favorite places yourself, pushing up your breast and skimming your hand between your legs for him to see.
Fontaine was a chaotic DJ as he flipped through your playlist. He went from instrumentals filled with nothing but baselines and adlibs, to Glorilla to Megan Thee Stallion to Trina. Whistling at every peek of cheek and nip, calling out to see the 'pretty lady' when you coyly fanned your legs at him from the floor.
When you got down on your hands and knees, you felt a smack against your cheeks hard enough to snap your illusion. You leaned onto your forearms, ass up in the air, and broke into laughter as more bills rained down. It was like a confetti canon was let off or someone hit the Golden Button for you.
"That felt personal." You said over your shoulder at where Fontaine sent another fan of bills into the air, "You tryin' to tell me something?"
"Yeah--to bring that ass over here so I can get my hands on you," Fontaine patted his thigh, "Thought this was gonna be a lap dance..."
"Private does not mean lap." You sniffed. Honestly, you weren't sure because you've never been to a strip club but with the way he was throwing bills--the living room was cosplaying as a VIP section at King of Diamonds.
You took your time in coming closer, wondering if you could skip on singles before Fontaine snatched you right up when you were close enough.
"This is too much! When did you even have time to take out all these damn dollars?"
"I been waiting on this, baby. Shit, I woulda threw gold if it ain't' hurt..."
You laughed and looked around at the singles carpeting your floor in disbelief, it's like you had a new rug installed! There were dollars all overt the coffee table and even some fluttered over to coat the entertainment center. Was there a dollar up in the light fixture? Was that a fire hazard?
Fontaine's teeth nipped at your earlobe, turning your next remark into soft moan. His hand ran up to cup your neck, breathing you in with a hungry hum.
His voice was all smoke and honey, "This is all well an' good, but I think I'm feeling a certain type of way..."
"Is it the horny way?"
Your cheekiness got you mean little pinch to your sensitive nipples. Jolting only pushed you closer to his greedy hands. It was his turn to touch. He plucked and twisted your nipples, making you mewl and melt into his touch. You ground down into his lap where you felt he needed you most, making him sigh into your ear.
"Gonna be the death of me, ain't ya?" Fontaine husked, "Here lies 'Taine, bust so hard he went on to glory. He leaves everything to his pretty-booty havin' lady."
"What if I promise to shake somethin' on your grave, would that be better--no biting!"
Fontaine growled something into the mouthful of shoulder he had, shaking his head gently and making you squeal and scrunch up to try and escape.
Still warm from being in the spotlight of Fontaine's attention and the pulsing music, your head swam with delight. It felt like victory. You turned and kissed at the side of his face before your lips met.
When your grinding became more insistent, Fontaine leaned back with his lip caught between his teeth.
Allowing yourself to be admired and seen was like nothing else. Fontaine has always shown nothing but devotion to you but you still felt like he was...just being nice. You were holding yourself back from assumed disappointment but this whole time he's been waiting on you.
Talk about blocking your blessings...
"That's what I'm talkin' about. Show me how you feel."
You looked over you shoulder, holding his hands against your breast as you rode in his lap. Fontaine hissed, one of his hands quickly escaped to clasp around your hips to grind up into you.
Leaning forward enough on your hands, your delicates went directly in his face as you tugged at his pant leg pointedly. Fontaine ignored your impatience and ran a hand over you, from between your shoulders down to the backs of your thighs.
You could hear him popping the button on his jeans and the rattle of his belt.
"How bad you want it, pretty?"
"Bad, real bad."
"'Do anything fo' it' bad?"
" 'Let you do anything to me' bad."
It happened fast after that, Fontaine righted you in his lap enough for him to press into your pussy. The stretch dropped your mouth open and Fontaine groaned at how wet you already were.
LOW started and you bounced to the beat, grinning dopily up at the ceiling at the feel of him hitting all your good spots. Your shorts provided a wonderful friction against your clit from how Fontaine shoved the fabric aside to let himself in.
It felt so naughty. To fuck on Fontaine like you were starved for him to the music rattling your walls. The thrill twisted with desire in your stomach, hurtling you faster and faster to your peek.
Suddenly more bills rained down and paired with Fontaine's laugh, more lust than amusement--it pushed you over the edge.
"Thta's it, I feel you, g'on and get yo' shit. Can't believe yo' pretty ass was shy..."
Fontaine took over. A bruising grip onto your hips, tipped you back into his chest as he thrust up into you in earnest.
"Puttin' that shit on me heavy, acting like you don't know what you do to me." Fontaine found a few singles that were being crumpled between you and pressed them to your dewy, lower back.
"Shieet, looks better than money. Wish you can see as much as yo' ass feel it, fuck." He gave your ass slap, you called out as you came. It felt like fire shot through you, leaving you reaching for any bit of him to clutch.
Between the music still going and Fontaine handling you so well, the sensations left you gasping. Legs burning and head filled with needy thoughts, you protested when Fontaine stopped your bouncing and maneuvered you until he slid free.
"Oh, show ain't over yet--you feel me?"
You did. Fontaine was heavy and hot where he tapped all over your ass, leaving kisses of wet spots. It filled you with a flash of pride or maybe even possessiveness. Craining your neck, you did you best to get a glimpse but Fontaine hand cupped your neck licked the shell of your ear.
"Yeah, that's you gettin' all over me. Tryna make me messy just how you like it, huh?"
He hissed when you writhed in his lap, ghost riding his dick until he gave you a little push to stand. Your mouth dropped open to whine but Fontaine turned you towards the middle of the room.
"Show me how you want it."
Fontaine held himself tight at the base, his lips lax enough for his gold to wink in the lamp light.
As gracefully as you could--you went down onto your knees before lying back to put your legs in the air. You rolled over in the blanket of dollars, wriggling down your shorts to one ankle until you could flick them away.
Fontaine grinned down at you, kneeling to slot his palm into the arch of your foot, his other hand stroking himself.
Fontaine moved your other thigh to the side around his hip, leaving you spread completely. You were still working, still giving him a show, but you couldn't bear to keep your hands off of him.
He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, eyes fixed to where his dick bumped against your mound.
"Prettiest thing touchin' soil and you think it ain't enough..."
"Hurry up, Mr. Lapdance--the show ends when the music does."
When you hand ran under his shirt, Fontaine tugged it over his head swiftly and much to your delight. The sight of his broad chest and delicious skin made you all the more impatient.
Fontaine's eyes flashed.
The image formed in your mind was electric. Pretending to be a little Stallion and running into a hungry handed, greedy eyed Fontaine in low strobe lights.
"You lucky we ain't meet like that. D'you wanna know what I would do if you showed out like that on a pole?
Not knowing just what he had in store for you as you led him to the privacy booths--intent on earning his attention.
When you licked your lips, Fontaine groaned softly, you smiled at him.
What's another little secret?
Pressing into your heat, Fontaine grumbled something about Home Depot.
"I did take a few classes, if you ever wanna see ahn--!"
Drunk on pleasure, you could only cry out as Fontaine chased his thoughts out loud. The change in position, with him looming above you muttering filthy promises--it was too much for you.
"Shouldn't have told me that, now I gotta put a stage in here somewhere in this bitch..."
"O-Oh fuck, 'Taine!"
He froze to watch your eyes roll close as you shook apart beneath him with a sob. Fontaine lowered himself to bracket you between his forearms to kiss you, swallowing your moans. His hips snapped, lost rhythm and then he was coming with satisfied growl.
That was it. You were dead. Your very soul leaked onto his thighs and the carpet below.
'Here lies me, twerked too close to the sun...'
Fontaine releases a heavy, satisfied hum into your ear as he finally collapsed onto you. It should have been stifling and your knew your legs would be useless for the next while, but all you could do was grin at the feel of the dollar bill stuck to his shoulder.
What a way to go....
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When the playlist finally ended, the silence found you both covered in sweat and dollar bills. Fontaine rubbed a loc of your hair between his fingers and you rested your eyes--head on his shoulder. Your hand wandering aimlessly across his chest as you began to doze.
He tugged gently to get your attention, "Want you to do me a favor."
"Mn. If it involves moving, you gotta pay me."
Fontaine snorted and flicked away the bill stuck to the thigh you've strewn across him. You shrugged a shoulder with a lifted brow, you got me there.
He continued, "If you can help it...I'd like for you not to hide from me anymore."
The change in his tone had you searching for his gaze and of course it was already on you. Fontaine took your hand in his, turning yours until he held it in his open palm.
"I...okay. I can do that for you."
You weren't ready to talk about the past and trying to make sense of your complicated feelings of being perceived. Something told you that it wasn't the time, maybe it was you hiding again, but at least Fontaine took your words earnestly.
He kissed your hand once, twice before leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he went back to playing with your locs.
"Oouf you are terrible." You hid your face into his neck, "But once my legs come back online, you're in trouble."
"Good..and no more watchin' Baddies. Watching them girls fucks wit' your disposition," Fontaine reached for a handful of bills to sprinkle all over you, "You wanna be a Stallion? Lemme know and I'll give you a ride."
Fontaine patted your ass, "Can't threaten me with good troubles, baby."
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ending notes: thank you so much for reading! It's a long one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone! Might need some tweaking and editing since it's another Before Work Drop lmao! Please tell me what you think and what other things I should try, don't be shy! Comment and reblog please! 💕🥰💜
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helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡
hey there~ 💛
... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈
i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.
but i do have some all-time favorites!!
please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞
i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!
JUNG KOOK FICS
the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie
mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.
you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.
make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2
i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.
Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.
a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona
this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪
Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.
YOONGI FICS
witch oneshot by @sailoryooons
this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.
For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.
desolate series by @angelicyoongie
one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛
you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.
ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga
this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.
The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!”
first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin
i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.
You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...
go send these authors some love!!
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Cooongrats on 3k again...
Sooo I came to ask for one more...
I'd like to politly ask for Nanami x fem!reader - mini fik with - "Realizing they’re falling in love”
Just on lil thing. We all know Nanami, big, handsome and serious... What if reader was complete opposite! Small, pretty, playful and colorful. That would be interesting ya know!
Opposites attract
Game night - Nanami x Reader
Synopsis: you find yourself paired with Nanami during the game night organized by Gojo following yet another successful mission
A/N: thank you, darling, you're the most adorable! I appreciate you requesting the second fic for my celebration. I hope you'll enjoy this little story ♥
MASTERLIST
After yet another successful mission, Gojo decided to host a celebration at Tokyo Jujutsu High's dormitory. The atmosphere was lively and filled with laughter as the students gathered to unwind after a job well done. Much to your surprise, Gojo had extended invitations to other sorcerers for the gathering, and among them was Kento Nanami, who had been your reliable partner during the mission.
As you entered the party, your eyes couldn't help but seek out Nanami, the tall and handsome sorcerer with a serious demeanor. You had always admired him from afar, but working together during the mission had doubled those feelings. Your heart fluttered whenever he was near, and you found yourself hoping to be paired with him during the games Gojo had prepared for the party.
When Gojo announced the teams for the first game, Curse Word Puzzle, luck was on your side. You and Nanami were paired together, and your heart skipped a beat in excitement. Your opponents were none other than Gojo and Itadori, making it an interesting matchup.
Teams were given a puzzle to solve, but the pieces were cursed. Each piece would only fit into the correct position once a jujutsu technique was used on it. The team that solved the puzzle first would win.
As the game began, you and Nanami effortlessly coordinated with each other. Your playful and creative ideas were complemented by his strategic thinking. It was as if you had an unspoken understanding that allowed you to work together seamlessly.
"Take things slow, Y/N. Think carefully, consider everything twice," Kento told you, giving you a quick glance.
Throughout the game, you found yourself stealing glances at Nanami, noticing the way his brows furrowed in concentration and how a small smile graced his lips whenever you came up with an unconventional solution. Was he genuinely fond of working with you? You hoped so.
You and Nanami won, of course.
As the evening went on, you and Nanami made a formidable team, taking the lead in the games against others. The more you worked together, the more your feelings for him intensified. It wasn't just admiration anymore; it was something deeper, something that made your heart race and your cheeks flush whenever he was near.
During the final game, Blindfolded Obstacle Course, which involved navigating through an obstacle course blindfolded, you and Nanami faced the challenge head-on. He guided you with steady instructions, and you trusted him implicitly, feeling a sense of security in his guidance.
With his help, you navigated the obstacles with grace and skill, leaving your opponents, Panda and Fushiguro trailing behind. As you reached the finish line, you couldn't contain your excitement, and you turned to Nanami, your eyes shining with joy as you took the blindfold off. "We did it, Nanami-san! We make such an amazing team!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine happiness as you jumped in your place, clapping your hands.
He smiled, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Indeed, we do," he replied, a touch of pride lingering in his voice.
As the party continued, you and Nanami found yourselves spending more time together, drinking, laughing and sharing stories from the missions and your lives. It felt like the world around you faded away, and it was just the two of you in that moment.
You realized that your feelings for Nanami were undeniable. There was something about him that drew you in like a moth to a flame, and working alongside him had only strengthened that connection. Nanami's serious demeanor and strong presence were appealing to you. Not to mention he was so handsome!
As the night progressed, you and Nanami sought a moment of tranquility away from the bustling dormitory, making your way to the serene rooftop to embrace the quiet of the night.
Itadori and Nobara, sharing the same desire for peace, were already there, savoring their drinks in the solace of the moonlit sky, far from prying eyes.
The moonlight cast a gentle glow, and the cool breeze added a touch of comfort to the atmosphere.
You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to express your feelings. "Nanami-san," you began, your voice a little shaky, "I have to tell you something."
He turned to look at you, his gaze soft and attentive. "Go ahead," he encouraged, taking a sip of his drink.
"I… I've had a crush on you for a while now," you admitted, your cheeks turning pink. "But working with you today, it made me realize that my feelings for you have grown even stronger. I… I think I'm falling in love with you, Nanami-san. I understand it may sound cliché, but that's truly how I feel. Please forgive me…"
For a moment, there was silence, and you feared that you had overstepped or made things awkward between you two. But then Nanami reached for your hand, holding it gently in his large one. "I had a feeling you might feel that way," he said softly, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "And I must admit, I find myself drawn to you too. Your colorful spirit brings joy to those around you, and I can't help but be captivated by it. It's intriguing."
Your heart soared at his words, and a wide smile spread across your face. "Really?" you asked, unable to hide your happiness.
He chuckled, a sound that warmed your heart. "Yes, really. I've tried to keep my feelings in check, but being with you tonight made it clear that I can't ignore them any longer. I like spending time with you, Y/N."
With a surge of boldness, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. It was a soft and tender moment, filled with the realization that your feelings were reciprocated.
As you pulled away, Nanami's gaze held a mixture of fondness and sincerity. "I'm glad we can be honest with each other," he said, his voice warm and genuine.
"Me too," you replied, a sense of contentment washing over you. "I don't know where this will lead, but I'm excited to find out."
Nanami smiled, a rare and beautiful sight that made your heart flutter. "I am too," he said, leaning in to press another soft kiss to your lips.
In that rooftop embrace, you both realized that you had found something special.
divider by: @cafekitsune
#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami kento x y/n#kento nanami#jjk nanami#nanami imagine#nanami drabble#jujutsu nanami#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#x reader#nanami kento fluff#nanami x reader fluff#nanami imagines#nanami scenarios#request completed#jujutsu kaisen fic#jujutsu kaisen#nanami kento#fluffy fic#fem!reader
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Apologies for the previous asks
For the Rung ask And the slap a note ask, will you still be able to do them with human reader please? And the bots in both use a holoform, so they are the same size as the human
I'm sorry once again
RUNG x gn reader
『 rung ,, gender neutral reader 』
-> picnic date w/ rung <3
— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, bro experiences sour lemonade
— its alr :D but please keep it in mind if you request in the future :3 i only did the rung one because i didnt rlly understand the other request . made it a oneshot ,, feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !
it wasnt quite like earth ,, but it was still nice . being here with rung and introducing him to some customs from your world . and it had been a minute since you'd last gone on a picnic . air warm with a chill breeze rustling against the organic plants covering the ground . almost like grass ,, yet less itchy and more soft . not to mention the vibrant purple color . the sky was green ,, a contrast to the rest of the planets warm colored flora . almost reminding you of halloween in a way ,, with its greens ,, purples ,, and oranges . when was the last time you had celebrated halloween ? or been to a halloween party ? you couldnt even recall how long youve been aboard the lost light ,, with how much things have happened .
" (y/n) ? are you feeling alright ?" his hand settled on your shoulder ,, voice smooth and soothing to your ears . it was nice ,, having someone to care and check up on you for once . being aboard the lost light ,, the most you would get for that would be from the medics making sure you didnt break a bone doing something silly and unthought of . " yeah ,, just taking in the sights ." you smiled to the man ,, rung ,, your hand coming to meet his on your shoulder . the psychiatrist nodded with a smile ,, picnic blanket by his side as you both started to walk up the hillside . it wasnt too steep ,, yet it did pose a bit of a challenge .
his hand slid off your shoulder ,, yours following in pursuit and entangling with his . slim fingers tucked in between your own ,, his hand more warm than yours . how such a little gesture made your heart pick up ,, feeling your face heat as you treasured the feeling . it had been too long since you had felt the touch of another ,, let alone a human . even if he wasnt really human ,, it did heal your lonely and touch starved heart . the need and want of another starting to fill slowly the longer youre with rung . its almost as if all your worries fly away ,, out the window to never bother you again .
" this seems like a good spot ,," you muttered ,, setting the picnic basket and taking the blanket from rung . " can you hold the other end ?" you asked ,, waiting for him to grab the corners . you walked backwards and started to lie the blanket on the soft grass ,, placing the basket over in the middle of it . " i've never been on a picnic before . i must thank you for inviting me ,, (y/n) ." rung hummed ,, opening the basket and pulling out the goods from inside . there wasnt much ,, just some sandwiches packed with some fruits that had been previously cut . a couple of plates and two glasses ,, a pitcher of lemonade to go with . " its nothing really ,, im just glad you even came along ." you replied ,, setting the plates out and grabbing a sandwich for yourself . rung picked one up curiously ,, interested in it . " what might this be ?"
" its a sandwich . the outside is bread and inside is peanut butter and jelly . theres other kinds if you dont like that one ." you shrugged it off ,, biting into your own sandwich . rung examined it ,, lifting the top bread up a bit before putting it back down . he took a bite ,, letting out a hum at the taste . he's only had energon his whole life ,, or other versions of energon . there wasnt much of a flavor to it ,, but experiencing this was quite intriguing for him . it made him wonder what the other things youve brought along would taste like . would it taste sweet ,, like the sandwich he was eating ?
you poured a cup of lemonade for him ,, holding it out so he can grab it . rung didnt waste a second ,, taking a small sip and taking in the different flavors . it made his 'tongue' tingle in a bizarre way ,, his eyes scrunching up . though the tang left and he was left with a sweet aftertaste . " too sour ?" you asked with a giggle ,, forgetting that sometimes lemonade doesnt suit everyone . " is that the word for it ? then yes ,, i suppose so ." rung set the drink down and continued to munch on his sandwich . you had already finished yours ,, munching on a couple of grapes that had been packed .
" what are those ?" rung asked as he swallowed his bite ,, pointing towards the grapes in your fingers . " theyre grapes ,, a type of fruit . try one ,," you said and placed a plump grape into his open hand . " theyre not as sour as the lemonade ,, i promise ." he nodded ,, putting it in his mouth and chewing . it wasnt sour but its wasn't exactly sweet . the crunchiness soon turn into a mushy mess ,, swallowing the supposed grape . he soon finished his sandwich ,, and looked to where you laid on the blanket . " what are you doing now ?" he asked ,, setting down beside you . your hands found each other ,, entangling once more with each other . his hand warmed yours ,, a pleasant feeling with the breeze cooling your skin .
" looking at the clouds and seeing what they look like ." you hummed ,, raising your free hand to point at one . " that one kinda looks like magnus's grumpy face ,," you snicker to yourself . rung nodded ,, smile placed lightly upon his lips . " that one sort of looks like those ,, what are they called ? ofu ?" he raised a brow in question . " its ufo ,, and yeah it does . what if it is ?" you looked over at him in surprise before laughing to yourself . " what if they're here to abduct you ?" rung widened his eyes a bit before shaking his head . " i hope not ,," he unlaced his hand from yours and cupped your cheek . " i couldnt bare to be apart from you ,," he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips .
#transformers x reader#x reader#x gender neutral reader#rung x reader#rung#mtmte rung#transformers rung#🎇.mtmte#🎇.rung
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I don't go here, but for a Voiceteam challenge, I recorded a sweet lil Stranger Things fic.
Just five minutes long, give it a listen, then leave kudos for the author of the fic, @loveinhawkins!
Thanks @schitthappens for the lovely cover art!
#stranger things#steddie#stranger things podfic#i'm not even going to see this on my own dash#sits pods
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Ok so, I really need to know if you have any personal headcanons on ASL brothers because I need more serotonin for the day, btw I adore your art! Lots of love 💖
Thank you so much for this request! I don't actually have many head cannons for them in their universe tbh. I do have a couple for a modern au though!
this post turned out kinda long ":)
First of all: this is them 👇
Anyway,
Original universe headcanons:
-Ace is proud of his freckles. He doesn't much know what his mother looks like, but he's seen his father's appearance and knows that Rodger doesn't have freckles. So he sees his mother through his freckles :)
-despite his name, Ace is the only allosexual within the trio. I do think ace is aromantic though. I just don't think romantic relationships suit any of them, personally
-sabo cuts his own hair. I read a SBS submission asking oda why sabo grew his hair out. Oda responded saying he does to hide his scar. He said that sabo doesn't exactly see it as a badge of honor. Which makes me uhhhhhhhh very sad yuh huh. But it also makes me imagine he cuts his own hair because no one else can get it right. How I draw him, his bangs are uneven so that his scarred eye is covered and his working eye doesn't get blocked out. It looks fine now, but the first couple times he cut his hair were ✨disasters✨
Modern au:
They share an apartment and it is very apparent who's room is luffy's by level of messiness. Don't get me wrong, Ace's room is messy, but it's messy in an organized way. Unlike Luffy, who is just... Who knows if there's a floor over there. No one's ever seen it.
Sabo's room is so clean it's boarder-line sterile. It also just doesn't look lived in at all. If he invited you over and you saw his room, you'd think he was a serial killer.
Sabo and Ace both have their own mini fridges in their rooms that are under lock and key so that Luffy cant get into them. little fuckin gremlin man...
There is a tally board on their fridge that keeps track of who wins in wrestling matches that break out sometimes, much like in the show.
Sanji owns a restaurant near their apt that they always go to. The three of them have a chokehold on the "Big-Ass Bowl of Spicy-Ass Ramen eaten the fastest" title as they are currently in a three way tie that not they nor anyone else can beat.
Ace flirts with Sanji and his brothers give him flack for it, saying he's just trying to get a free meal!! support your local businesses, Ace! pay for you meal!!
Luffy always be challenging his brothers to spontaneous races and is always surprised when he inevitably loses. Sorry lil guy, they just got longer legs than you, not your fault.
They love trying new weird food. Whenever they see some kind of afront of nature that a snack-food company put out, like buffalo sauce flavored pretzels or plant based jerky, they'll absolutely buy and try it. It never goes well. Ever.
Ace and Sabo are the main Money Makers for their household. Luffy is always trying to get a job, though. Under the off chance he's actually hired though, his employment is usually terminated sometime within his first day. He's trying his best, man.
Whenever theyre having an issue in their household that they dont know how to combat, they call Dadan for advice. Kinda like those scavenger monkey themed guys from the beginning of Skypeia.
Thats all i have for now, sorry for any typo's. I could add on to this list later if I have any new ideas. i'll probably draw some of that modern au, too.
thanks again for the ask! i hope this got to you within your serotonin needing day!
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✨AO3 wrapped 2023✨
got tagged by @lilolilyr - thanks, Lil! <3
Works published: 18! This might be my record, honestly. Hang on - nope; in my very first year on AO3, 2012, I published 24. Still, second most proliferous year is pretty dang good too!
Wordcount: 142,803 - wow! Nice!
Kudos: 482
Hits: 5,804
Bookmarks: 53
Subscriptions: 49
Most popular by kudos: Bering and Wells for Year of the OTP 2023, with 50 kudos - that is a surprise, honestly! And I like it!! That one was a challenge I set for myself, and it's lovely to see that people liked the results!
Gonna put the rest under a readmore:
Most hits: "Not This": What To Expect When Faced With H.G. Wells - A Field Guide by Myka Bering with 1,117 hits - the surprising thing here isn't that this is as high as it is, it is that out of my Top 5 by hits, 3 are smut with a much lower hits-to-kudos rate 😅
Longest: also "Not This" with 58,063 words. Runner-up: The Pearl Diver with 19,958 words
Shortest: The Two New Lance-Constables, a drabble/100 words
Most Comments: It's "Bering and Wells for Year of the OTP 2023" again, with 22 comment threads. Runner-up: Surprise Tomatoes with 15!
Fics that made me cry: Gonna go with "Not This" again, because it's certainly the angstiest, and also in general the emotionally deepest, I think.
Fics that made me smile: Come To Bed, for reasons I describe in this summary: "In our zoom meet-up last weekend, Ida (vestwearer) continuously reminded me to take breaks, lest I overextend myself and end up with a migraine. This fic is a thank-you for her, because I very much needed her reminders." I also challenged myself "to make Helena's "come to bed" the concerned one and Myka's the… other one." Both of these things make me smile, and the actual fic itself isn't half bad either for sweet feelings. :)
gifts: 12!! Wow! A lot of them from @lilolilyr - thank you so much :D And a veritable birthday gift in form of a podfic I'm super stoked about: [Podfic] I have wanted to know you, lover of books by @tryingthisfangirlthing thank you too!! And the amazing art for my Big Bang fic "Not This": Tea and Toast by @galactic-pirates ! Thank you so much!
collaborations: The much-mentioned Big Bang fic was a collab between @anandabrat as a beta reader, @galactic-pirates as an artist, and myself as a writer.
events: The aforementioned Big Bang at the beginning of the year, which @galactic-pirates and I co-hosted, and then the Bering and Wells Advent Calendar collab this December! with @lavendelhummel @lilolilyr (who organized the whole thing) @akittennameddaisy @viharistenno @jesstrel @sallysetonbw @violetren @thiakerrigan and @tryingthisfangirlthing! Both were a lot of fun, and I definitely wanna do it again some day!
I'm gonna tag everyone who's already been mentioned, and also @madronash and @amtrak12 and @nerdsbianhokie and @smarterinabsentia and @roadien60 and @performativezippers !
For ease of copying: Works published: Wordcount: Kudos: Hits: Bookmarks: Subscriptions: Most popular by kudos: Most hits: Longest: Shortest: Most Comments: Fics that made me cry: Fics that made me smile: gifts: collaborations: events:
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how many wips do you have going at any given time? i work full time, and i only get weekends to do fan art.. so i told myself that no matter how many idea sketches i had, i would only work on one piece of art at a time and not start another until its done! this means i don't put out work too regularly lol.. so just curious as to how other artists that do art full time work! :D
Hi Anon!
Thank you so much for your question, I’m more than happy to share my experiences with WIPs!
First I organize my sketches and WIPs into folders based on what they’re for: zines, personal work, commissions, etc
Some of these canvases are just sketches that *may* turn into full illustrations but most of them are WIPs. I didn’t include my commission or other zine folders, which brings the number up a lil’ more!
I tend to bounce around WIPs based on when they’re due. First I’d warm up with a limited palette challenge, then I’d work on some line art, followed by adding flats to another piece. Then I’d sketch out some more ideas and add on to the ever-growing WIP pile.
During Linktober, or when it’s close to a certain deadline, that’s when I’ll focus on one piece until it’s finished. Like I said before, usually I’d bounce around and take breaks in between stages. That helps me take a step back and see the piece with fresh eyes at a later time.
One piece took me a whole year to complete! Thankfully it was a personal, original illustration so I was my own client 🫣 During that long break I learned a lot more about color, painting techniques, etc, so I was pretty happy with how it turned out even though it took a while!
That being said, this is how I approach full illustrations with background, lighting, rendering, the whole pie. If you notice painting is taking a while, then try including some shortcuts in your process! For example, using the lasso tool to color wider spaces, coloring in grayscale, and then using Gradient map on top help loads with digital art. With traditional art, blocking in colors and focusing on values help bring a piece to life quickly!
Also if you’re interested in posting more frequently, feel free to share your sketches and WIPs along the way! Please don’t feel pressured to meet a certain metric, your art making process should reflect what you want to get out of it - are you studying certain techniques? Or vibing and going with the flow?
However you go about it, don’t sweat over the number of WIPs you have. When you feel like going back to a certain WIP then that’s the perfect time to work on it!
I hope this helps and happy art making!
#long response#long reads#ask and i shall answer#anon reply#anon answered#anonymous#wips#I have more on my laptop#I’m ashamed#but also it’s chill#my art#artists on tumblr#mochiwei#whit be quiet#I really hope this helps!!
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I was reading an article the other day which was published by one of the biggest lgbtq+ organizations and unfortunately I forgot which one but it was a recent article and it talked about how the lgbtq+ community has been hijacked by trolls and a vocal minority of people with extremist views (the same happened with BLM), and that the majority of lgbtq+ people just want equal rights and better representation. They're not trying to force people out the closet or force people to make a statement on their sexuality or going around accusing people of queerbaiting or cancelling everyone (unless it's politicians). They're pretty chill people who just want more support. I was thinking about this in reference to Harry. The majority of the queerbaiting comments I see come from trolls who use it as a go to insult if they don't like him for whatever reason, and the ones who aren't trolls are so entitled and willfully ignorant. If you present them with any evidence or facts (politely) they get so defensive and angry. They're so set on their views that they will never change, even if Harry comes out. Even if he publicly had a male partner and kids, I'm sure they'd still accuse him of queerbaiting! It bothers me but it seems to be a vocal minority and they won't have any impact on Harry's career. I agree with what you said, the majority of people seem to either think he is closeted or are skeptical about his sexuality. So I guess it is much better to think of the positive. His image has drastically changed over the years. Hopefully his team doesn't mess this up.
That sounds so interesting. I’d love to read the article if you ever come across it again, anon. It’s such a complicated issue, isn’t it? I love and welcome all forms of representation. We’ve come so far as a community and it’s still so amazing to get the opportunity to celebrate a public figure that feels safe and supported enough to come out.
But just last month, Lil Nas X spoke out against BET for failing to recognize Montero with any nominations. And we had JoJo Siwa not getting invited to the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards after she got a haircut some people consider too queer. I watched the newest episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race All Stars today with Ben Platt as a guest judge. In Untucked (the after show), he spoke to the competing queens backstage about how challenging it’s been to navigate his career as a gay man who happens to be feminine because the industry still very much upholds these standards that “leading men” should be masc presenting in order to be considered for a role.
It really hurts me to see people use their (both Louis and Harry’s) closet as a way to vilify them. Some people take for granted that despite their privilege, they’re both in an industry that continues to work against them in a lot of ways.
But as you said, we should consider the positive because they really have come so far. There will always be that very loud minority, unfortunately, but we can continue to be loud with our support too. And whether out or not, I feel very strongly that they feel that support and it must mean the world.
Thank you for sharing. ❤️
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you so much to @seidenbros for tagging me this week!
Rules: post a snippet of whatever you’re currently working on, no more than 300 words, and tag five other writers
Here’s a lil oneshot I’ve been working on and off on! Please let me know if you guys are interested in seeing the whole thing
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Summary: Robin tells the story of how you and Steve fell in love
If I still had my damn white board from Scoop’s Ahoy, there’d be a tally under “You Rule”. However, it would not be for Harrington, it’d be for me. I, Robin Buckley, had successfully helped Steve Harrington bag an amazing babe like you.
It all started when that dingus thought it was a good idea to walk around with 50 VHS tapes stacked on top of his arms. You came into the store wearing a cherry red tube top and jean skirt. I’m not going to lie, you almost looked like a different person to me. You were quite cute out of the band t-shirts and uniforms you wore to school everyday. I just knew you were going to catch Steve’s attention.
“Hi, welcome in!” I called to you as you approached the counter. Stevie whipped his stupid little head around to greet you too, but accidentally bumped into you. Of course, Dingus dropped all the tapes in front of you. You guys exchanged apologies before you crouched down and helped him pick up the tapes. Despite your cute little eyes locked on Steve’s stupid face, you were able to grab and organize the tapes faster than I could. A lightbulb turned on at that moment.
“Hey sweetie, are you looking for a job? We need someone to replace Harrington!” I giggled, seeing Steve glare at me.
“Ignore her, I do a great job,” He insisted.
“We could also just use another pair of eyes on Steve. I take one moment away from him and he’s dropping our brand new tapes,” I said as I watched your smile grow wider.
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too lazy to tag right now my sweet fanfic writer followers please pick up the challenge! 💖
#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#robin buckley#stranger things fanfic#wip wednesday
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I had to find this fic again because I lost the open tab I had open on my phone, I should be more organized 😆 (I was also trying to find a the microfic that you’ve wrote, that made me start following you but sadly I couldn’t find it 😩 )
I really enjoyed this one because of the way James and Lily are able to talk to one another about life after they leave school. Also, this line was a reason I fell more in love with Jily. The emotions as James speaks is amazing.
“Lily…I know I’m probably not what you pictured but… if you need someone to fight for. Pick me, choose me…” love me . “because… well because I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” He stared at her, burning his sincerity in that fact into her. —-A Reason To Fight
Another fic of yours that’s my favorite is this one, I can say that i related to Lily’s response of why saying “I love you”, doesn’t hold the same meaning like she desires. Then, James’s response was just perfect, because he wants to “show and not tell” his feelings to Lily. I agree that many times words of endearment are just lazy thrown around and it’s difficult to understand when it’s truly genuine. I feel you did a great job in showing this side that not many people understand love being shown through actions is much genuine than the word itself.
“I don’t want someone to tell me they love me because we’ve been dating for ages or because it’s expected….”
“Lils” He said softly “I’ve got you. Until the very end, no matter what, I’ve got you” —-Lily Evans Doesn’t Believe In I Love You’s
Nena! Thank you for such a lovely in-depth response ❤️
Lily Evans Doesn’t Believe in I Love You’s was one of the things I wrote years ago and republished this year now that I have charmsandtealeaves as my account.
A Reason To Fight was one of the jily challenges I actually struggled with most this year.
The prompt was from Greg’s Anatomy which I hadn’t really watched so I had to go find a clip on YouTube of where the quote was from. I couldn’t see it being the sort of thing either of them said, but it felt like it would be more of a James sort of declaration than Lily. So I’m glad I managed to find a way to make it work that seemed very them.
I am trying to sort my works out to make things easier to find. I’m terrible at tagging things. A bunch like almost half of my works on AO3 are currently hidden at the moment as I wanted to go over them and possibly do some editing. (RIP to anyone subscribed when I start pulling things out of the collection again 😅)
But I’ve now also set up @charmslibrary which is a side blog that’s purely gonna be for my fic stuff. I.e fics, snippets and me randomly talking about my works can all be found in one space. It’s only got the one pinned post at the moment because I need to actually have some time to sort my life out 😅🤣 but it will get there!
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Omg congrats that’s such a huge milestone 🎉 🥳
Love playing the shipping game so let’s see! Would love some spice 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️
Physical description: 5’8, she/they pronouns, deep brown eyes and wavy brown hair, lighter olive toned skin, thick athletic build (think muscles but still will a layer of softness and a tummy), (without sounding too cocky) I do have a fat ass, thin waist and big boobs 😅
Hobbies: I do lightsaber martial arts that has fully taken over my life lol, reading smut, trash t.v.
Likes: love someone that I can go toe-to-toe with (wit is such a turn on ain’t it?), confidence but nervous lil beans are adorable too, love love love animals and love others who are obsessed with them too
Dislikes: people who think they are better than everyone and treat people like trash because of it, people who use humor as an excuse to be cruel, people who are cruel to animals, people who’s only priority is being/getting/staying rich (money def ain’t everything)
Personality: on the surface I’ve got a mouth like a sailor, smart ass, and have been told I am intimidating (maybe it’s the lightsaber martial arts lol) : to friends/family/SO I am deeply caring, observant, thoughtful. I am a switch but most of the time I just want to be able to turn my brain off, however the attitude usually keeps me in the “brat” lane 🤣
Thank you and again congrats! 🍾🎉🎊
I ship you with poe dameron!
honestly, throughout reading your (super descriptive -- THANK YOU) ask, i could stop thinking about how jealous poe would be that you're a badass with the lightsaber. he's definitely not one to pass up a challenge (no seriously, he's probably one of the most competitive people in the galaxy lmfao), so he'd take you in a lightsaber spar and probably lose horribly.
that doesn't mean he's giving up though. he's very determined, not because he thinks he needs to be better than people, but because he's constantly trying to improve. poe watching you with an air of awe as you knock him down again and again (he really likes it), but he always gets up and says "one more time", because as frustrating as it is to lose, he can't get enough of seeing your power.
poe is quite confident and it might be partially because of all the support and love he's gotten from the resistance. if he didn't grow up in such a family-like organization that focuses on literally saving the entire galaxy, maybe he wouldn't have a martyr complex. meeting you made him realize that not everyone will fall for his confident and cocky flyboy facade. he realized that life isn't just a battle, he has something to live for now.
as soon as you show him a little bit of attention he does get shy because you're so good at catching him off guard. he's used to being the suave man who makes people melt as his feet, but with you he's the one falling. he loves how you're unafraid to curse or make a smart ass remark back to him. how you explicitly show how much you care for him, even when he's being a stressed out ass.
poe loves animals and animals love him. he's just an all over lover boy and most creatures, people, etc. fall in love with him at some point. he has bb8 and that's enough for him, he doesn't have much time to care for a zoo of animals who need food, water, and attention all the time, so a droid is perfect for his rapidly changing schedule/living situations. if you had a pet he'd give it as much love as he gives you for when he's there.
poe is also a switch, but he loves it when you're a bit submissive with him. he's a natural protector, so having you curl up in his arms and ask him to take care of you fills his heart with warmth. when he is feeling a bottom-ish he just has to nuzzle against your chest and whisper soft words for you to get the hint.
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I posted 1,150 times in 2022
That's 417 more posts than 2021!
170 posts created (15%)
980 posts reblogged (85%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@stillbeatingheart
@queerhistorymajor
@notherenewjersey
@energievie
@doodlevich
I tagged 942 of my posts in 2022
Only 18% of my posts had no tags
#gallavich - 311 posts
#mickey milkovich - 201 posts
#ian gallagher - 190 posts
#shameless - 176 posts
#ian x mickey - 149 posts
#gallavich fanart - 85 posts
#tagged - 55 posts
#ian and mickey - 54 posts
#tag game - 50 posts
#shameless fanart - 49 posts
Longest Tag: 109 characters
#mickey is a very amazing person and play a huge role in helping ian come to terms with and process his trauma
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Inspiration pics for my fic, The Dead Butterfly, an Odi et Amo Gallavich Fanzine participating fic. Written as a gift for @stillbeatingheart & @notherenewjersey
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And... it's up!
My contribution to the Shameless Cursed Collab.
Thank you @shamelesscursedcollab for setting up this event.
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Coming in under the wire with my Gallavich Kinktober 2022 fic. As always, a million thanks to @gallavichthings for organizing this event. 🥰
I present you with:
Halloween Surprise:
Like Baked Alaska, But With Sex
Inspired by this pic I found (but I don't remember where 😬)
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Winter blues leaving you limp? Need a lil' spice along with all that sugar? Come join in our smutty little winter collection!
It's not a challenge: no sign-ups needed. It's an open collection to post your smutty wintery fics.
Click the link for full details & to submit.
Contact @camnoelgallavich @gallavichgeek @notherenewjersey or, myself with any questions. This is separate from any other events going on.
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My #1 post of 2022
The Lottery
Chapter 18: The Epilogue
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Click here to go straight to the epilogue. Featuring this art form the fabulous @darthvaders-wife
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Wow, did I really do this much writing this year? 😳🤯
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Day One: Family
Summary: My submissions for Effin' Varigo week! Big thanks to battybatzgirl for setting it up! Hugo and Varian have been dating for three years, and are finally ready to take their relationship to somewhere a lot more serious. However, the world has other plans. With Hugo's proposal in shambles, and Varian focused on saving their friends, they think things can't really get any worse.
They would be wrong.
Prompts are Family ‧ Firework ‧ Fever ‧ Flirt ‧ Fight/Forgive ‧ Future ‧ and Free Day!
Notes: Heheh varigo weeeeeekkk! I've been so excited since this was announced! I'm really happy with how this lil fic's been turning out; it's shorter than most but seeing as I have to post every day for the challenge I hope that's okay 💕💕 I'll see you all tomorrow! It's sure to be explosive!
On the craziest day of his life, Hugo wakes up early.
A little voice squeaks quietly from his chest. Gods, not this early… it can’t be sunrise yet, right? The bed’s so warm, he can’t be bothered to wake up. Hugo sniffs and nearly rolls back over to hide under the sheets; he’s stopped by a sharp tug on his bangs. Ow! He knows exactly who—or rather what—it is, and why they’re being a jerk this early, but man, c’mon! He cracks his eye open and glares at the little thing sitting on his chest.
“Ow, Olivia,” he whispers. Can’t be too loud, lest he wake up his bedmate, but damn. “Do you have to pull so hard?”
Olivia squeaks again. Her little metal ears shift in time with her body movements—a small detail, but one that adds to her looking so damn alive. She really is one of the best things he’s ever made. His heart swells with affection at the sight of her, especially how her big eyes blink in the morning sun.
She’s also waking him up at the ass-crack of dawn. So maybe she’s not that great.
Hugo sinks down into the bed for one last, blessed second in the warmth. Next to him, his boyfriend sleeps soundly. Varian’s always been a heavy sleeper, something that Hugo’s thankful today—he has business to attend to, without any partners in crime. As much as he doesn’t want to get up, Hugo knows that if he tries during normal-human hours the alchemist would be suspicious, which is the last thing he needs.
Varian mumbles something and rolls over. Gods he’s so cute when he sleeps; it’s hard not to coo at the lax snores echoing through the bedroom. Hugo has to narrowly dodge wandering hands lest he gets snagged and drawn into a lazy snuggle. As much as he’d like to stick around, he can’t. Not this morning.
The blond slips from the bed on light feet. Varian quickly reorients himself in the middle of the warm spot with a sleepy noise, rolling over until he can cuddle into the sheets. Adorable.
The alchemist has always ran a little cooler, which makes him search out Hugo any time they sleep in the same bed—which is basically every night now, unless one of them is traveling. He knows he’s a bit of a furnace, something that Varian’s always appreciated. Its truly the best snuggle-to-temperature ratio.
Hugo can’t help but smile and lean down to press a long kiss to Varian’s temple. His boyfriend is a cute sleeper, soft snores whistling through buck teeth and his skin all sleep soft. He’s so cute. Especially with the way his raven hair flares out in every direction, puffing up like a rat’s nest.
He has to pull himself back before his resolve breaks and he goes back to bed. Hugo throws on his clothes quickly, trying to be as quiet as he can. He doesn’t even put on his boots until he leaves the bedroom and gets farther down the halls. Hugo’s not fucking risking it. Not today.
The castle isn’t really awake yet. It still lazes, sleepy and warm and quiet in the early morning like a slumbering beast. Hugo barely sees another soul as he leaves the great hall and pushes his way into the daylight.
The kingdom of Corona is just starting its day. It’s so early that the cobblestones under his boots are still damp with morning dew. Hugo passes the bakery, Atilla finishing his morning loaves, and then Xavier’s shop with the forge only beginning to warm. Neither are his destination today, but he still waves when they greet him.
It’s strange, isn’t it? Waving to people like a familiar neighbor… though he’s known the locals for like three years by now… Maker, he’s going soft.
He sighs and shakes his head ruefully. That’s a crisis for a later day, his apparent domestication. Eyes on the prize, dummy.
It’s almost good that he’s up this early. No one really comments on why he’s out and about, but beyond a few townsfolk there’s no one out to call him on his weird behaviour. Meaning less people who could potentially comment to Varian and blow this whole endeavor sky high.
Hugo follows the directions he’d written down on a slip of paper. They’re directly from the princess, who had insisted that she help him out. He’s not going to lie and say that it’s not appreciated.
Two lefts and a right, you can’t miss it.
And, sure enough, he doesn’t. The shop in front of him is obviously the one he’s looking for, a large window in the front showing off its wares. Which means it’s show time. Oh shit.
He doesn’t want to admit that he has to take a second, one hand on the handle, before he can muster the courage to enter the building. Eventually Hugo gets there, but it sure takes a bit. Deep breath, and just do it.
The door swings open with a happy little chime. Hugo winces as it rings through the quiet space. The shop owner, an elderly man, looks up at the noise and smiles widely when he sees who it is.
“Mister Hugo, is it?”
The blond coughs at being called out. “Uh, yessir,” he mumbles. The man doesn’t make mention of it, only waving him forward.
“Don’t be so surprised, it’s not every day the princess asks me for a favor. I haven’t opened this early in decades!” He chortles to himself at his own joke. “But I guess you’re on a bit of a secret mission this time, hm?”
Hugo feels heat deep in his face. “Yeah.” He can’t even deny it. Hugo knows that if he’d gotten here before now Varian surely would have discovered what he’s after.
It’s not that his boyfriend is nosy, it’s just that he’s totally fucking nosy and would sniff Hugo out in under a day. If Hugo tried to hide it, there’s no way they would have gotten to today, to The Day.
“Don’t you worry son,” the shop owner says, “old Filibert will take good care of you. We’ll find exactly what you’re looking for. Now, if you come over here, I’ve got a wonderful selection from you to choose from—”
Hugo swallows thickly past the lump in his throat. He knew what he was getting into here, but… to see it actually happening? Damn.
But he chokes back the nerves and follows Filibert to the display case. It’s now or never, after all. And he’d prefer the now.
He’s been waiting long enough.
——— ✧ ———
Rapunzel looks nearly ready to shake out of her skin. For the fiftieth time Hugo wonders if he should have included her—should have included any of these deranged fucks— in his plan, but it’s too late to go back now.
His mission had been successful; he’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted, and the feather-light weight is slowly burning a hole in his pocket the longer it stays there. Part of Hugo just wants to chuck it into the gutter and pretend it never existed. The rest of him would rather throw himself in instead.
“Oh, Hugo,” Rapunzel coos when he shows her his prize, “it’s perfect!”
Fitzherbert peeks over his wife’s shoulder with an appraising expression. “Hm, yeah,” he says, “I guess it’ll work.” His face can’t mask the slight pride in his voice, not from Hugo. It’s strange to hear it from the man, but not unwelcome; here he thought Eugene hated his guts. Maybe Hugo’s finally growing on him.
Lance elbows Eugene then, chiding him for being quote-unquote salty. Rapunzel sighs as the two men devolve into playful wrestling and sidesteps them as they topple into the grass. Hugo scowls and tucks the source of all this back into his pocket—good Maker, imagine if he lost the fucking thing.
They’re out waiting for Varian, the last of their weird little group to arrive. Rapunzel had been adamant that the lot of them head out to a nearby picnic spot, one that’s a known secret between royals and supposedly the best in all the land. Hugo’s got his doubts, but hey, she’d offered to provide the food so he can’t get too upset.
Lance and Eugene roll a few more times, nearly knocking into the cart. Max lets out an angry whinny and stomps his hooves. Hugo winces when it stirs up a cloud of dust that covers the two men. Eugene immediately wails, his hands flying up to pat at his hair.
“Oh c’mon!” he whines, “I need to look good for today! What’s your problem, horse?”
Max’s answering huff sounds a bit too amused with himself to be apologetic. Lance laughs from his place on the ground, flat on his back and obviously not about to move. Hugo’s foot taps, already sick of this. His nerves are already shot and it’s barely the start of the day.
“When’s Varian supposed to be here?” he asks Rapunzel. She smiles and shrugs before carefully dusting Eugene’s coat off for him. It does nothing to ease Hugo’s apprehension. “I just would like to get going, you know? It’s supposed to be nice out but what if it rains? You never know—”
“Hey,” Rapunzel’s voice is soft. “It’ll be okay. Don’t worry about a thing, we’ll make sure everything will go off without a hitch!”
That’s not comforting, even if she means it that way. The last time this particular motley crew tried to plan something it had ended in sixteen hyped up gophers running amok through the castle, as well as a fire large enough to put half the building at risk. So no, no her words do nothing to chase away the sickening, twisting nerves that wrap around his stomach and squeeze, and have been doing so for the past week.
“Sure.” Hugo manages to bite out. “Without a hitch. Got it.”
His hands clench around nothing. This is going to end so badly, he’ll be the laughing stock of the kingdom for months, he should just give up now before he can make an ass of himself—
“Hugo, it’ll be okay.”
Eugene returns to the conversation. “Yeah, kid,” he offers, “we’ve got your back on this one. No worries at all!”
Hugo has to keep himself from scoffing. “Right. Because you of all people want this to go well.”
That gets a laugh. Eugene reaches over and ruffles his hair, making Hugo squawk in protest. “Hey I may yank your chain but I wouldn’t dream of messing this up. Not for Varian, or for you.”
“He’s going to cry,” Lance adds from his place on the floor. “Just you watch, he’ll be a wreck once it happens.”
“Thank you for the contribution Lance,” Eugene snaps. His face is bright red already, ha.
Rapunzel sighs before leaving the men to their bickering. “Hey.”
Hugo doesn’t look at her. The box in his pocket feels like it weighs a million tonnes, like it’ll pull him down into the earth, letting the dirt swallow him whole.
The princess tries again. “Hugo.”
“Hm?”
“It’ll be alright, you know that? You and Varian have talked about this before, right?”
“Yeah.” Countless times by now, soft whispers in the dead of night. What if, what if.
“Then you know what his answer will be. Besides, we’re here for you. You’ll have your family by your side to watch your back!”
That throws Hugo for a loop. “F—what?”
“Aw, Sunshine, I think you broke him.”
“Shh, Eugene.” It’s not even angry, more endeared. Hugo’s brain is too busy snapping in half to pay attention as Rapunzel offers him a slightly shy smile. “Hugo, you’ve been with us for three years. You and Varian are about as close as you can get—and that makes you a part of this family… if you’ll have us. I don’t want to push it on you, but we love you and we’ll be there for you.”
Something silly in Hugo wants to fucking cry. “I—I don’t…”
Rapunzel smiles. She must be reading his mind because she says: “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that we’re here. No matter what happens—even though nothing will go wrong—you’ll be okay.”
Hugo swallows thickly. He doesn’t—he hadn’t—
“C’mon sunshine,” Eugene chides softly, “you’re gunna break his brain.” But he still winks at Hugo and offers a smile. “But she’s right.”
He’s going to throw up—or maybe just have a heart attack. Maybe both! Getting a bomb like that dropped on him this early in the day, on The Day, the day that’s either going to be the start or the end of his life, throws him for a hell of a loop.
Thankfully his thoughts get a jump-start with the ring of a new voice. A familiar voice.
“Hey guys!” Varian calls. He’s walking toward the group from the castle, one arm up in a wave. “Sorry I’m late, just had to wrap something up in the lab. Were you waiting long?”
“Not at all!” Rapunzel’s serious demeanor vanishes like clouds on a sunny day. “We were just talking about what kinds of games we might want to set up after lunch. I’m thinking charades!”
“No one wants to play charades except for you,” Varian says with a wry grin. “I can promise that already.”
“Excuse me,” Lance pipes up. “I’ll have you know I was the charade king six years in a row.”
Eugene’s voice is offended. “Since when?”
“You don’t know my life.”
Varian rolls his eyes at his family. Hugo can only smile, shrugging and praying to the Maker that he doesn’t seem weird. He can keep up an act for today, right? Right?! Oh Maker help him he’s going to fuck it up, isn’t he?
Rapunzel claps her hands and gestures to the cart. “Okay everyone!” she calls. “Let’s stop the arguments and have a nice. Calm. Day. Alright?”
Eugene and Lance look properly chided. Hugo refuses to acknowledge it for a whole of three seconds before Varian’s elbow jabs itself into his guts.
“Be nice,” Varian chides. Hugo snickers and opts to instead throw an arm over his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“I’ve never been nice a day in my life.”
Varian bites at his lip and arches a doubtful brow. “Mh-hm.”
Hugo’s about to make a snappy comeback when Rapunzel clears her throat. She gestures to the cart and everyone begins to pile in.
The box in Hugo’s pocket continues to weight on him. It’s almost show time. Maker help him, he’s doomed. He takes a seat in the cart and forces a smile when Varian plops down next to him with a grunt.
Max whinnies before starting off. Everyone else begins to chatter, mostly simple things like the weather and castle gossip, but Hugo tunes them out. His foot begins to tap against the wooden floor.
At least he’ll be humiliated around everyone who’d grown so important to him. Maybe they’d have the decency to kill him right before everything goes to shit—right before he can make the biggest ass of himself there is.
But… he wants this. So badly. And if he wants it, it’s time for him to act.
So he sucks in a deep breath and loops an arm around Varian’s shoulders. His boyfriend leans into the contact with a grin, and together they start to snark with Varian’s… with their family.
Maybe he does like the sound of that, after all.
——— ✧ ———
Turns out Rapunzel was right. The picnic site is beautiful. Rolling, grassy fields mixed with lush wildflowers and dotted with trees for shade. In the distance a stream feeds off a cliff, perfect for swimming—and in the center of it all, a tall willow stands at the water’s edge. The meadow is up high on a cliff, offering a stellar view of the valley and forest below.
They’d ridden in the cart for nearly two hours, well past Old Corona and so close to the border you could practically throw a stone to it. Hugo hasn’t been this far from the castle in a couple of years; the library had taken a lot of work to make into something they could use, and he and Varian had been so busy…
But it’s a lovely spot. It’s perfect for what he wants to accomplish today. It makes him all the more nervous; now if something goes wrong he can’t blame the location, or the people, just himself.
Varian hops out of the cart with a grin, only to immediately get wrangled into helping Eugene and Lance set up the blanket and other supplies from the cart. He groans but still jumps in to assist the others.
Hugo finds that his legs have turned to jelly. Oh Maker, it’s time, he’s going to fuck it up, it’s all going to end in flames—
A hand on his. His eyes snap up to meet a matching set; Rapunzel smiles at him, giving a small nod of encouragement.
“It’s going to be great,” she says. The conviction in her voice settles the fear in Hugo’s chest. It’s going to be great.
“Right. Yeah.”
She pats his hand once more before standing and hopping out of the cart as well. Hugo can hear her chiding the boys for their inability to set up a simple blanket, guys what are you even doing?
Hugo sucks in another breath before tentatively reaching into his pocket. The box in his hand is almost cool to the touch. He almost wants to pull his hand back but instead he tugs it out and gently holds it in his palm. It stares back at him, judging.
His hand shakes as he opens the box. Or, more specifically, the shining band of silver inside.
The ring is classy but understated. A simple band of silver dotted with sapphires that remind Hugo of the alchemist’s eyes. He’d gotten a matching one with emerald for himself for if… if things go according to plan.
Either way, he likes the rings. Varian wouldn’t like something over-the-top, or so Hugo thinks. Well, knows. They’d discussed this kind of thing at the same time they’d talked about the idea of what if.
And oh, what a wonderful concept what if is. Hugo had spent the last week turning it over in his mind, holding it to the light, twisting and rotating it until it felt tangible. Inspecting, looking for cracks or flaws—and then finally what if felt as real as what is.
Hugo wants to marry Varian. Wants it like the tides follow the moon or a dragon covets its hoard: reverently, and with the kind of fierce desire that threatens to consume. He’d throw himself from the tallest tower in the kingdom to hear a yes.
And that thought scares him. Hugo had thought he knew what he wants: gold, jewels, fame, fortune. But this new desire, the burning fire of it, is such a new level of want that he doesn’t know how to contain it.
It’s scary. Especially knowing that the only way to get to where he wants to be is to confront it. They may have discussed the m-word, so many times, and decided that it was a path they wanted to follow but… Hugo wants to be the one to propose.
Varian had always proved himself devoted and solid. Hugo wants to show himself to be the same; to prove to himself and Varian both that he’s here for the long haul. That he’s in for living their lives together.
Hugo knows Varian would never doubt how much Hugo loves him. As well, Hugo would never doubt how much he loves Varian. Let alone how much Varian loves Hugo. But to have it sealed like this, with a grand gesture claiming you’re the one for me, I pick you above all else… it feels like too symbolic a moment to leave to fate.
So Hugo enlisted their family, bought the ring, and dragged everyone out to this picture perfect place. And now it’s almost time.
The ring glints at him in the bright sunlight. Hugo snaps the box closed with a sigh and stands from the cart. Varian hasn’t noticed his absence yet, still snappishly ranting at Lance about optimal blanket position for maximum shade.
Hugo shoves the box back into his pocket. He jumps down to join their motley crew, immediately pitching in on Lance’s side just to watch Varian get pissed off. He puffs up like an angry cat, it’s great.
The familiarity helps to soothe his nerves. Hugo can breathe easier as everyone continues to set up, and watching how the sun plays on Varian’s freckles is a hell of a distraction.
As they sit down to start eating he finally lets himself relax. Rapunzel and Co keep the conversation flowing, and eventually Hugo manages to worm a hand into Varian’s; the warmth of the alchemist’s palm in his grounds him like nothing else can.
Varian looks at Hugo and smiles widely. His eyes sparkle. Hugo can’t help but return it, focusing entirely on the people in front of him. On his family. He barely even notices the storm clouds approaching from the distance.
None of them do.
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I love the character designs and story snipits of your magical girls. I especially love the art. I see other asks mention reading the story. Is there someplace I can read it or is it just older posts and I just need to stay tuned?
hi!! thank you so much!!! the story is actually still in the works, but it will be a webcomic!
Affinity has been a thing since 2016, when i had the very first idea for the story. in 2020 i completely rewrote the story, but kept the same theme and concepts. csilla was no longer a princess from another world that needs rescued, and instead now fights alongside her counterpart and her friends. i also recently decided that since this story is SO HUGE in my mind, i am going to split it up into parts which will be books. Book 1 is called 'Connections' and i actually have a lil wip of the cover art for it!
i want to get at least 5 chapters written out before i start paneling. its been...a challenge to say the least cause the first 2 chapters are from 2020 and i have expanded upon the story since then. so some things need to be edited before i can rly continue with chapter 3.
also...ngl...kinda not rly sure what i want to do with chapter 3. i have the beginning written out but overall i dont know what i want in the chapter. what is the plot of chapter 3??? who fuckin knows. which leads me into saying, if theres anyone who would like to beta read for me or spitball ideas (i have SO MANY but dont know where to fit them) or somehow help me organize id love and appreciate u forever! (no obligation tho like it is My story so i understand figuring stuff out myself ^^)
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Filling In (Filling Up) by pyrophobia
Author's summary:
Seonghwa started an OnlyFans while in university to help him and his roommate, Hongjoong, make ends meet, not anticipating his side-hustle to quickly spiral out of control, becoming his full-time job. His OnlyFans account gains him lucrative income, adoring fans, and a tight-knit team to help him grow even larger on the platform.
But as time passes, Seonghwa is starting to get burnt out, and his manager suggests changing things up by doing a challenge going around the platform. The only problem is, it requires a partner, something Seonghwa has refused time and time again with the same excuses-he doesn't have a partner, he doesn't trust anyone, he is afraid a collaboration will go south-shooting the idea down for the nth time.
Until one day his trusted photographer can't make it to their shoot, and Seonghwa is left to do it on his own, something he hasn't done in a while. But his roommate steps in, and offers to fill in for her last minute. Seonghwa is skeptical at first, since Hongjoong stays far, far removed from Seonghwa's profession, but when things go well-better than he could've imagined-Seonghwa doesn't see the harm in simply asking Hongjoong to help out a little more.
Chapters: 3/3
Words: 60874
This is absolutely exquisite <3 enjoyed this fic immensely so far, thanks for posting @pyrofics, you lil genius!
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