backward leg

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If it hasn’t been already, I propose KELPIE Mabel for the Monster Falls AU :vc

bun emoji review

a good friend, tho his head is a lil too small. his eye is also too red, even for albino. 7/10

a good take on a cartoon bun!! that smile must mean she is living a happy life. 9/10 would feed a nanner

oh microsoft, when will your ugly thick lines end? the silhouette looks ok but his tail looks like a backwards broken leg. 6/10 take him to the vet

cute, though the ears are weirdly placed and the nose should not be a pink button. 7.5/10 would still snuggle

outstanding bun loaf anatomy, but where is her tail? 8/10 she looks concerned

would be a neat stylistic friend but he has a single ominous red eye. 4/10 i do not trust him

again with the great anatomy! but that button nose looks weird. 7/10 the texturing is also odd

best bun on list!!!!! he is a nice shade of beige and a+ bode. 10/10 would shower with all the timothy hay and veggies

is this a joke? really now. this is a tailless rat wearing apple slices on his head. ok cosplay tho 1/10

this is also not a bun. this looks like it was supposed to be a dog but the tail, teeth, and ears were changed last second. 2/10 not a bad face though

this “bunny” came from the area of hell where the minions andthe happy meal mascot were spawned. his face terrifies me. 0/10 save your children

not a bad bun, but the red outline is vague and menacing. 6/10 what happened to his ears

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Okay, so
There is officially enough cannon material to make a decent stab at what all of Jasper’s markings look like
So I made an as cannon as possible map of them
And it was also a great excuse to draw a hot af Jasp so why not
(If the clothes look bullshat then that’s because they are. I drew her without them at first since Gems don’t have sex parts but I went ahead and covered her anyways and I’m sad)

Edit: shiiit I got her leg markings backwards and now I can’t freaking edit my post even though I fixed the drawing ;A;

I’m kinda obssesed with this atla episode when crew watch a play based on their adventures and it makes me see that scene (in voltron) when Keith tells that Shiro is like a brother to him in a different light.

<Keith and Lance trapped in some prison>

Keith: Oh Lance! I’ve always been attracted to you!
Lance: Really? Aren’t you Shiro’s boyfriend?
Keith: Shiro’s?! He’s like a brother to me!

<Keith and Shiro parting before battle>

Keith: Shiro, I love you…Like a brother!
Shiro (showing thump up): And I wouldn’t have it any other way!

<both hold each other’s hands and gracefully bend one leg backwards>

Faerie Sight

How to see faeries:

  • Wearing one’s coat inside out.
  • Wearing a posy of primroses.
  • A four leaf clover crushed and put into an ointment may give one sight of the Faeries as well as placing Faerie Ointment on the eyelids.
  • Bending over and looking backwards through your legs.
  • Looking through a Fir knot hole.
  • Looking through a loop made with a Rowan twig may cause Faerie sight.
  • Looking through a hag stone
  • Meditating on a daily basis.
  • Averting one’s vision.
  • Dawn, moon, dusk, and midnight are the best times for faerie sightings.
  • Believe - faeries will most likely not show themselves to non-believers.
  • Have good intention - faeries can sense it.
  • Looking for a long time without blinking.

The character animations seem to be the thing that most people are dragging ME:A for, which is understandable as that’s easily the game’s most visible flaw, but for me that’s a relatively minor flaw compared to:

a) the fact that despite the game being set in a fucking brand new galaxy, there are only two new alien races and they’re both basically star trek aliens, humans with backwards legs and a slightly different cranial structure, plus only about half of the alien races from the old series appear, no batarians, hanar, volus, elcor, just the council races + krogan for some reason, probably just because fanboys think they’re cool, and

b) the fact that paragon v renegade was removed. Why. You’re in a new galaxy trying to set up colonies for mankind. There are tons of tough decisions that you might have to make that might fall along those lines, especially in the context of the game’s narrative where the colony program is having a really hard time. Do you avoid establishing a colony in order to avoid damaging some kind of fragile alien ecosystem or do you say “fuck it” and bulldoze the magical alien unicorn forest to make way for a strip-mining complex that’ll provide vital resources? Do you allow a colony with a dissenting philosophy from the main colony program to do their own thing, or do you force them back into line, at gunpoint if necessary? One of the things that I loved about ME, at least in the first two games, was that unlike most other RPGs, you could roleplay as an asshole in a way that actually made sense. In most games with morality you can either be a traditional hero or someone who’s an asshole purely for the sake of being an asshole. In the first two MEs, you could be someone who got the job done through patience, compromise and compassion, or you could be the hard-nosed professional who wasn’t there to fuck around and got shit done by the most direct means possible, even if those means were cruel or brutal. In a story where the fate of the galaxy was on the line it made sense - sometimes it arguably made even more sense than the goody-two-shoes method, which is more than I can say for 90% of other games with morality systems. Playing as Renegade Shepard was fucking awesome, especially in the first game. Now that’s basically gone, and the only way to play Ryder is essentially as a goody-two-shoes, and that’s fucking criminal.

Anonymous said:um if your doing the draw the happy couple thing could you do jade and nepeta in the number 10 pose please? p.s. I love your art

Anonymous said:Ah crap I meant could you draw them in the number 8 pose

honestly this is the weirdest pose ive ever drawn and im proud i did it


happy couple thing

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Juice Ortiz - Relax

Requested (kinda not really):

I need more of Juice being called “Daddy”.
___________

It was a nice day out and you found yourself sitting on the picnic table with Juice. His back was to you as he leaned in backwards between your legs. Your hands were currently rubbing his shoulders in a rather lazy way.

You head a small groan - moan - come from him and you acquired a cheeky grin.

“Do you like that, Daddy?”

You asked, causing one of Juice’s eyes to open and peer up toward you.

“Did you just call me – ”

“Shush! You’re ruining the mood.”

You hushed the man between your legs. Juice opened both eyes and a huge smirk came to his lips.

“You know, I can ruin the mood if you want, Princess?”

You laughed, tossing your head back. And here you thought you’d finally relax today.

Day 3 - Ice Skating

(ok @smol-hux we have to stop meeting like this. im sorry about tagging you all the time, but these are your prompts so…)

(Day 1 // 2)

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In hindsight, Ben should have known that it probably had been a bad idea trying to prove to his sister that he definitely could skate backwards on one leg with his eyes closed.

She always bullied him into things he actually couldn’t do but was trying to prove anyway. 

But now the damage was done.

He’d managed half of the frozen pond actually, probably because screaming people had been jumping out of his way – he hadn’t really seen because of the closed eyes, okay – but in the end he’d stumbled over some glove, lost his balance…

(Rey would tell him later that he’d managed an impressive pirouette.)

Naturally, Ben had fallen and had landed face-first into the crotch of another guy and they’d both gone down.

(Ben’s face had landed softly at least.)

“Get off me.”

Ah, what a lovely voice. So full of spite and hate. Right down Ben’s alley.

When Ben wasn’t moving fast enough, long fingers were fisting his hair and pulled him away sharply. Ben groaned and met an icy stare. Green eyes; red hair poking out from under a chapka.

“I’m sorry. Are you all right?” Ben asked, getting up on wobbly feet and offered his hand to the other man. The ginger just scoffed, got back on his feet way more elegantly than Ben, and glared at him. 

Before Ben could say anything else, gingerbread turned away and skated across the ice to a tall blonde woman who was almost crying because she was laughing so hard. Ben could appreciate how that tiny ginger ass was moving under the blue jeans.

“Since when do you go for hipsters?”

Rey had stopped next to him. They watched how ginger was gesticulating and looking back to them. Ben waved awkwardly. The other guy definitely blushed and the blonde woman laughed harder.

“Since they have a cute ass and a crotch that feels good on my face,” Ben replied a bit late. 

Rey made a gagging sound.

“You need to get laid,” she muttered.

“I’m trying.”

“Kissing people’s crotches on the first meeting isn’t the best way, you know.”

Ben whined. He actually whined. Because ginger and blondie were skating to the edge now, obviously done with ice skating.

Rey rolled her eyes and then heaved a long suffering sigh.

“You’re lucky I know Phasma. If you cover me for Finn’s 21st birthday bash next weekend, I’ll ask her for the guy’s number.”

Ben grinned.

“Deal,” he said. They highfived and Rey asked him if he’d like a little race.

Ben agreed.

He had to dodge some wild child that suddenly had appeared in front of him on the ice, and jumped away.

Right onto the ginger who was sitting in the frozen grass, taking off his skates.

This time ginger’s face met Ben’s crotch.

Ben could feel the start of a beautiful relationship.

Nursey wins a poetry contest and brings Dex as his plus-one

Cross posted on ao3 here

“Uh, hey.” Nursey cleared his throat and leaned against the doorjamb that lead into their attic. Dex glanced up from his laptop, raised an eyebrow at him and went back to tapping at his keyboard.

“Hey.” Dex said, his voice crisp in the way that usually meant that he was working on a particularly tough line of code and he didn’t want to be disturbed, Nurse, god, could you fuck off for half a second?


“You got a minute? I want to ask you something.” Nursey crossed the room to sit at his desk chair backwards, legs on either side of the back. He bumped his desk and the coffee can full of pens wobbled, then clattered to the floor. He and Dex both sighed at the sound.

“What do you want, klutz?” Dex asked, lifting his eyes but not his fingers from his laptop. Dex continued to type as he looked Derek in the eye, which was not only, like, totally creepy but also kind of showboating.

“So, I kind of… Won an award? For some poetry. And it’s not really a big deal, but there’s like, a dinner thing in the city for me and some of the other winners.”

Dex finally stopped typing.

“And the invite has a ‘plus one’ spot. So, I mean, I was wondering if…” He trailed off, suddenly certain that this was a stupid idea. He should have asked anyone other than Dex, fuck, what was he thinking?

“If I’d be your plus one?” Dex finished for him, not sounding amused.

“Yeah, pretty much, yeah.”

“When is it?”

“Saturday. This Saturday. I know it’s kind of short notice.”

Dex leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head. When he spoke, it was to the ceiling.

“I’ll go. Do I gotta wear a suit?”

Derek was momentarily stunned into silence, whether at the fact that Dex had actually agreed or the thought of him in a suit, he wasn’t sure.

“Uh, I don’t think it’s that fancy. I mean, probably like, a tie and shit would be fine.”
“Cool. You driving?”

“Yeah,” Nursey said. “And I was thinking we could spend the night at my moms’, if that’s chill. It’ll probably be kind of a late event, and I thought we could drive back Sunday morning.”

Dex shrugged. “Fine by me. Not like I had any plans for this weekend.”

“Great. S’wawesome.”

Dex glanced back at his computer screen, then up at Nursey.

“Yeah. Well, if that’s all…” He said, pointedly resuming his typing. Nursey made a hasty exit, nearly clobbering himself on the low support halfway down the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t know if he was more surprised that Dex had agreed so easily or that he had seemed damn near enthusiastic about it.

“Jesus fuck, Nurse.” Dex hissed, his fingers flexing. “I didn’t know…”
Nursey felt himself frowning and turned to look at his plus one. Even in his head, he didn’t dare use the word ‘date.’ Dex looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with the collar on his shirt and fucking up his tie. Nursey sighed and reached over to straighten it for him, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket that Dex had insisted on bringing, and seemed grateful for now.

Everyone milling about was in formalwear, even the staff sported crisp black waistcoats.

“Didn’t know what?” Nursey frowned.

“I didn’t- You said it was ‘no big deal.’” Dex’s face was flushing steadily dark enough to conceal his freckles, his ears glowing red. Derek had a comical mental image of Dex’s head swelling red then bursting like an irate cartoon.

Nursey looked around, shrugged. “I mean, it’s just a dinner, Dex. There will be some speeches, I’ll read a poem, people will clap politely then we can leave. Okay?”

Without asking him if he wanted any, Nursey snagged two champagne flutes from a passing waitress and handed one to Dex, who held it like he’d never held a piece of stemware in his life before. Which actually, Nursey thought, might be true.

“Dude,” Dex said through his teeth. “This is like, fancy.”

Nursey looked around. It wasn’t the most highbrow event he’d attended, that was sure, but he supposed that maybe this was all a bit much depending on what one was used to.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I didn’t mean- Like, are you uncomfortable?”

Dex glowered and downed his champagne in one go. Nursey cringed at seeing champagne that probably cost more than a car per case being taken as grimly as a shot of Smirnoff, but he decided not to point it out.

“It’s fine,” Dex said. “It’s just… It’s weird. Not what I was expecting.”

Nursey felt guilty, as if he’d been remiss in warning his friend what the evening might entail. Certainly he’d be doing a lot of networking, hoping to make connections for after graduation, which loomed only months away, but he’d assumed that Dex would just hang out while he did.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, reaching out to squeeze Dex’s forearm. “I didn’t think, that’s my bad.”

Dex shrugged him off, looking around curiously. “It’s fine, dude, don’t apologize. I’m fine.”

Nursey swallowed his concern. Dex was an adult, if he was uncomfortable, he’d say so. He knew that much, at least. With that decided, he put on his sweetest smile and struck up a conversation with the man standing next to them.

The dinner itself was impressive. Trays and platters were brought out, waiters ducked in and out of the tables to refill drinks and trays alike. Nursey kept up animated conversation with the half dozen other people at their table, introducing Dex only briefly as ‘a friend from Samwell.’ The woman to his right was a publishing executive that had given him her card with a wink, telling him to get in contact after graduation.

Dex was quiet, surprisingly so, and sampled everything that came his way with an air of caution, though he appeared to like everything he tried. A literature professor from some prestigious university gave a speech (dry, trying too hard to be funny), a young Chinese woman that had won first place last year gave a speech (witty, actually funny), then several more guests spoke, trying to seem as humble as possible while casually reminding everyone that they were the generous donors that had provided the opulence surrounding them, not to mention the awards for the winners.

Nursey half listened and clapped politely when everyone else did, more focused on watching Dex grapple with stalks of asparagus, or tear his bread into pieces with a ferocity that Dex usually reserved for the ice. Saving that information for later chirping, Derek almost missed when they called his name.

The honorable mention and third place winners had already been recognized, receiving their plaques and shaking hands with several people that Nursey lazily supposed he should give a shit about, seeing as they were the ones that had judged his poetry and found it worthy of second place, but to him, they just looked like a bunch of boring old white people.

Standing too quickly and almost toppling his chair, he made his way through the small round tables until he reached the podium where people had been speaking. The woman in charge gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and stepped aside, gesturing for him to speak into the microphone.

“Uh, good evening, everyone. Thanks so much for coming tonight, we all really appreciate it.” He said, his voice smooth from years of public speaking practice even though his heart was hammering inside his chest. He could feel it when he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a crumpled piece of computer paper.

“It’s my honor to be hear tonight, and a big thanks to the committee for that.” He paused while there was some brief clapping, then ducked his head to smile. “And it’s an honor to have been asked to read a poem of mine here tonight, as well.” He cleared his throat and pushed back his shoulders, looking out into the crowd.

Dex’s eye caught his and he smiled, flushing with pride that Dex was here with him, here to see his accomplishments.

He didn’t need to look at the paper to remember the words, but it helped him feel grounded to hold the age-softened paper in both hands as the words poured out, well rehearsed and melodic.

When he finally fell silent, there was a hush over the crowd before people began to clap. He winced a bit at that- wasn’t that a bit unusual, applauding for poetry? -But when he saw Dex clapping with the rest of them, his face relaxed into a smile and he gave a goofy half-bow. The woman who had been speaking before took back the microphone and announced his prize: a $5,000 check along with his plaque.

Pleased, Nursey took both the plaque and the envelope, shaking hands with and thanking sincerely each of the patrons of the arts that stood off to the side before making his way back to the table, smiling the whole while.

When he got back to the table, Dex’s chair was empty but for Dex’s jacket, which he’d hung up once they sat for dinner. Nursey frowned, setting his awards on the table next to his wine glass and sitting, trying to pay attention as the first place winner was called up, a beautiful girl wearing a hijab that, when she read her poem, the words fell more like music than speech. Nursey was enthralled, almost enthralled enough to forget the empty seat beside him. He clapped as she accepted her awards and posed for pictures, wondering where the hell Dex had gotten off to. Maybe to top up his drink at the bar? Anyway, he ought to have been back by now.

Nursey was craning his neck to look around the dining hall when he felt a tap on his shoulder from the woman on his other side. “I think your friend went to refresh himself in the washroom.” She said in a way that indicated she knew exactly what his poem had been about. He thanked her and stood, as unobtrusively as possible to make his way to the door as the final speech began.

He followed a waitress’s directions to find the absurdly posh bathrooms, pushing his way inside. What sort of bathroom had a set of couches? Honestly.

“Dex,” he said, his voice betraying his belief when he saw the broad expanse of his friend’s back, his arms braced on either side of one sink and his head hanging. His head snapped up and he made eye contact with Nursey in the mirror before turning around.

“Hey.”

“Was wondering where you wandered off to. I need to get you one of those bells. Like, for cats.” He chirped weakly, trying not to feel put out that Dex had scampered off to hide in the bathroom during one of the proudest nights of his life.

“Pretty sure those are to scare off birds or some shit.” Dex gestured around with one hand, taking in the cloth towels and antique faucet fixtures. “Whatever. You found me.”

“Right.” Nursey said. “I did. I found you in the bathroom. Why are you in the bathroom?”

Dex looked skittish, then his brows furrowed and his shoulders squared and he didn’t look skittish, no, he looked pissed. Nursey backtracked through the evening, wondering what the hell he had done to incur the wrath of Will Poindexter.

“You- All those people- They think we’re dating!”

Nursey went very quiet. He should have fucking seen this coming.

“They all think that your random ass poem was about me. I even came as your date, hell.” Dex said, spitting the words as if they were bitter on his tongue.

“Oh, because it’s so fucking terrible to-to have people think you’re in love with a guy?” Nursey said, grasping at straws and coming up short. For a reason he didn’t want to examine, what hurt him the most was that Dex seemed so appalled by the idea of being Derek’s date that he’d had to escape to the bathroom to throw a tantrum in peace.

Dex’s eyes narrowed and he threw his arms out wide, as if to take up as much space, make himself look as big as possible. “That’s not the fucking point, Nurse!”

“Then what is?” he asked, his voice calm even though he felt like his entire body was shaking. Dex fixed him with a glare and stormed out of the bathroom without answering.

Nursey took a few moments to splash water on his face and glower at his reflection before following him back to the table, feeling as if his tail was between his legs. When he returned, Dex was firmly in conversation with a woman at their table, all the while dipping his spoon into his chocolate mousse distrustfully.

Derek sulked quietly, accepting handshakes and business cards but unable to
force a smile. Good, he thought. Lardo was always saying he needed to work on his brooding artist face.

After an agonizing half hour, Derek thought he’d done his part and it would be excusable for him to make his escape. He tried for several minutes to catch Dex’s eye, but it became clear that the other was actively avoiding looking at him. He stood with a scowl and placed his hand on Dex’s shoulder, feeling the warmth off his skin bleed through the cotton of his shirt.

“Sorry to steal him away,” Derek said, smiling in apology at the woman Dex had been chatting. “But we’ve got to get back to my moms’.”

She smiled and gave Dex a business card that he slid into the breast pocket of his jacket, pointedly silent as Nursey thanked her for her congratulations on his award again.

“And- Goodness, I just think it’s so brave of you both, coming here with your boyfriend. You could hold hands, you know, you wouldn’t shock anyone. Or, well, anyone you would shock would deserve it.” She stabbed her tart with a fierce look in her eye that was reminiscent of Bitty when someone made fun of Chowder. “I do hope you give me a call, Will.” She added in Dex’s direction, his jaw squared in a way that Derek knew was him biting his tongue so he didn’t say anything that he shouldn’t.

“Yes, thanks, lovely to meet you.” Derek grabbed Dex by the elbow and practically dragged him out of the venue, his plaque under his arm and the envelope containing his check folded up inside of his jacket. Dex jerked his arm away and stepped to the curb, raising an arm in an attempt to hail a cab. Nursey stifled a smile, as Dex was clearly inexperienced, and stepped beside him to hail one properly.

Dex shot him a scathing look when a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk, opening the door and closing it fast so that Nursey had to go around the other side. And still, he didn’t say anything.

Dex had met his moms several times, beginning with family weekend as freshmen. Derek sighed to remember that now, how completely and obviously thrown Dex had been by the sight of two real live lesbians and Shitty’d had to elbow him hard in the ribs to stop him from asking at least two inappropriate questions.

How far he’d come, Nursey thought approvingly as he watched Dex accept a hug from Mom and a cheek kiss from Mama, answering their questions about the dinner politely, accepting Mama’s offer of lemon bars and following her into the kitchen.

Nursey sighed and dropped his bag by the door, listening to the happy chatter from the kitchen and trying not to wish that things could always be this way: three of the people he loved most just a room away. He trailed in after the rest of them, trying to still his heart at the sight of Dex with a dusting of powdered sugar across his upper lip, a lemon bar half eaten in his hand even though he’d been in the kitchen for no more than twenty seconds. Derek smiled, a little helplessly, and his Mom noticed. He noticed her noticing and tried to school the expression off of his face, but it was too late.

“You boys must be tired.” She said.

On the ice, there’s always a split second before impact when you know you’re about to take a nasty check. There’s no time to do anything to stop it, just a moment of panic before being slammed into the boards. Derek’s eyes went wide, knowing what was about to come but unable to do anything to stop it.

“Why don’t you head up to bed? We fixed up Derek’s room for both of you, honey. There’s no need for you to sneak around, not here.”

Dex was still smiling. Her meaning hadn’t sunk in yet. Nursey braced for impact.

“Sneak…?” He began to ask, then his eyes found Nursey’s and his mouth dropped into a scowl. He delicately set down the remainder of the lemon bar and walked out of the room.

Nursey’s moms swiveled to stare at him.

“Oh, no.” Mama said, catching on before he could school his expression into something less wounded. “Oh, Derek, hon.”

“You’re not- Oh. Oh, baby, I’m so sorry, I just- I assumed.” Mom covered her mouth with her hand and looked appropriately horrified. Nursey shoved a hand through his hair and sighed.

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. He’s just… He’s just pissy because everyone at the dinner thought we were, like, a thing too. But, um. We’re not. So.” He became painfully aware of his moms’ gazes on him as he traced his finger through a small puddle near the sink. “I’ll probably take the futon tonight. Don’t worry about setting it up, I know where everything is.”

He pressed a kiss to each of their temples (holy hell, when had he gotten taller than Mom?) and dragged his bag and his sorry ass up the stairs to his old bedroom, the one that Dex had seen when he visited the summer before.

Nursey hesitated outside the door then knocked. He felt ridiculous asking permission into his own bedroom.

“Yeah.” Dex said from behind the door and Nursey cautiously pushed his way inside. Dex was examining the shelf above his bed, the one crammed with knick-knacks that Nursey was too damn sentimental to get rid of. There was a teddy bear his old boyfriend had won him at Coney Island, a baby food jar full of sand from a vacation he’d taken when he was in elementary school, his Samwell acceptance letter, a single orange leaf that he’d held up to Dex’s hair and proclaimed a perfect match their sophomore year.

Dex was quiet, which was unusual of itself.

“Sorry about my moms. They’re just a little nosey. And they assume, like, everyone is queer.” Nursey blurted.

Dex was still quiet.

“And I should have warned you that, you know. People would think you were my… boyfriend.”

Dex laughed, but it was hollow. “Yeah, probably.” He agreed.

Nursey swallowed. “I’m gonna go get set up on the futon.” He said. “Moms want to take us out to breakfast tomorrow, but if you like, want to head right back to school that’s okay too.”

As if he hadn’t heard him, Dex spoke. “I’m so tired of it, Nurse. I’m tired of people thinking we’re together.”
Derek felt a sick swoop of nausea and pressed his lips into a line.

“Okay.” He said dumbly.

“I don’t- It makes me-“ Dex wasn’t looking at him, staring anywhere but where Nursey stood.

“Okay,” he repeated, harsher.

Dex glanced at him.

“I get it. Fine. You don’t want people to think we’re dating. Okay.” He said.

“Nursey-“

“It’s fine. I get it. I know we’re not dating, you know we’re not dating, I don’t
really see how anyone else’s opinion matters here, but fine! I’ll be sure to walk around holding a sign that says ‘single as fuck and not dating Will Poindexter’!” He realized he was being a drama queen a moment after he flung himself down onto his mattress.

Dex was watching him, looking torn halfway through laughing at him or shouting at him. Nursey groaned into his pillow.

“Just- What the hell, Dex? Why is it such a big goddamn deal?” He asked after several beats of silence. He wanted his voice to be steady, aloof, chill, but instead his question came out soft and uncertain.

He heard rather than saw Dex take a deep breath, then felt the mattress dip as Dex perched on the edge.

“It’s a big deal because we’re not.”

Nursey made an annoyed sound and made to roll over, frustrated with Dex and himself and this whole goddamned conversation.

“I mean,” Dex said, his voice barely audible over the rustle of blankets and creak of bedsprings, “Because I wish we were. And we’re not.”

Nursey froze, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. Slowly, he rolled onto his back to look up at Dex, who was staring very hard at the wall.

There was silence for a bit, as Nursey tried to think of something to say and Dex tried not to bolt.

“I see.” Nursey said finally, then wanted to kick himself. He was a goddamn creative writing major, how the hell had every word in the English language deserted him at this very moment?

Dex let out a slightly manic laugh.

“So. Uh. Okay. Well.” Nursey said.

“Right.”

“Does that mean I get to stay in here tonight?”

Dex’s face flushed and he didn’t look at Nursey, but he ducked his chin in what Nursey assumed was supposed to be a nod.

“Does that… Uh, also mean that you would want to date me?”

Dex looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“Would you want to date me?” Dex asked. Nursey laughed, then realized Dex was being serious. He sat up properly, realizing how difficult it was to have a serious conversation when only one person was laying down.

“Dex- Will.” Nursey said, his eyes bright and earnest. “You can’t be real right now. My moms already thought we were together from how much I talk about you. I brought you a my plus-one.”

Dex scowled, a line appearing between his eyebrows. “Yeah, but the poem-“

“Was one-hundred percent about you. One of my all-time favorite pieces, actually. Wrote the first draft in freshman year, tweaked it a hundred times since.” He tried to sound casual about it.

Dex blinked several times. Nursey held his breath.

“Will you go out with me?” Dex blurted.

“Yeah.” Nursey said, unable to keep from grinning as he reached out to take Dex’s hand. “Yeah, that’d be pretty chill.”

How EXO Would Kill You

**May be graphic for some readers**

Sehun- Sehun would deceive you into thinking he liked you. He would slowly go from sassy princess to scary as the months progress. His gaze piercing into you everytime you walk to another room. One day he snaps and goes silent, you find it odd but ignore it. While you are washing the dishes, he comes up from behind, covering your mouth and dragging you backwards.  His leg sweeps in front of you so you land on your knees. He holds your hair and grabs a knife from the counter, slowly drawing the blade on your skin. In one swift movement he slashes your neck.

Baekhyun- Baekhyun would be mad one day after he gets hit in the face by Xiumin. His anger gets taken out on you, screaming out nonsense while he grabs tissues for his bloody nose. You sit quietly as he calms himself down. He sits on the couch and tells you to come sit with him, which you do slowly. After a few minutes of cuddling he begins kissing your ear before whispering something. “I killed Xiumin.” He smiles and laughs before grabbing your neck and begins to strangle you. You try to fight him off but he is able to overtake you, grabbing a lamp and finally smashing it across your forehead.

Xiumin-He’s dead. (See below)

Kai- Kai comes back from a long day of practice and is clearly too tired to be doing anything. Despite this, he still insists on making your evening tea. You try to get him to sit down to relax first but he rushes to the kitchen. Eventually you give up because you are tired as well and let him do it. He pours the water into the cup and places the tea infuser in it. While it steeps he searches for the sugar, finding what looks like it in the far left cabinet. After putting two spoonful of it in the tea, he hands it to you. Wanting to go to sleep, you down it in two drinks. You feel sick instantly as the room begins to spin. Kai falls asleep at the table as you start to choke and fall on the floor, slowly losing consciousness.

Kyungsoo- You tease him about how he is shorter than your dining room table. His eye twitches but he just walks away into his room as you stay in the livingroom. A few minutes later, he comes out holding something behind his back. You ask him what it is, almost nervous by his presence. He walks up to you, pulling a gun out, placing it to your head. You scream but he calmly tells you to be quiet, making you instantly freeze. He leans down so he meets his face to yours, kissing your forehead. “Your table can’t do this.” With that he pulls the trigger.

Chanyeol- The two of you sit across each other at the dinner table. Chanyeol stands up to pour you a second glass of wine. The bottle slips from his hands and shatters at your feet, making you jump. He apologizes and starts to clean up the glass, laughing awkwardly at himself. His embarrassment turns to anger as he stares at the floor. He grabs a piece of glass and holds it tightly in his hand. You look down to check on him after he makes a pained noise. His hand is bleeding so you rush him into the kitchen sink. As you clean his hand, you stay focused on just that.  He swallows hard before pushing you back and grabbing the piece of glass from the counter. You try to run but he catches up, pulling for you by your wrist. As you fall into him, you feel the glass pierce your skin. He frantically apologizes before letting you drop on the floor and leaving.

Chen- Chen comes to you after a long day, tired and cranky. He goes to the fridge and sees that his leftovers have been eaten. You can see he is irritated as you quickly throw the food container away. He goes to the bedroom to change and finds his favorite shirt missing. You go into the room to try to calm him down but he just glares at you. At first you don’t understand but then you notice the shirt you slipped on after your shower was said favorite shirt. He snaps, coming after you, screaming about how no one respects him. When he catches you, he grabs your head and rams it into the wall until your skull finally cracks.

Tao- Today, Tao wants you to see him practice his martial arts. You find this odd as usually he likes to practice alone but you like seeing it so you agree to watch. He starts to warm up, looking a little angry. You ask him what’s wrong but don’t expect an answer out of him. “Remember last week when you insulted me in front of the others?” he asks but you don’t exactly recall. “It really bothered me and I wish you hadn’t” You roll your eyes at him not realizing that he was looking at you. As you look at your phone, you feel a hard kick to the side of your head. Tao stands above you, as you flip yourself on your back. In one swift movement, he lifts his leg up and lets it down, hitting you in the temple as you try to turn away.

Luhan- He takes you out on a nice date in winter, to the ice rink. The night has gone well, despite it being very cold. While there he soon finds out that his balance isn’t as good as he thought. You find out the same thing as you fall face first onto the ice. Luhan tries to catch you but falls as well, landing hard on top of you. You feel something crack but decide to ignore it and go on with the date. The pain in your rib grows and it becomes hard to breathe but again you push it off. Luhan suddenly falls and since he is holding your hand, you go down with him. Another sickening crack from the same spot and you spit blood out onto the ice. Luhan screams, trying to stand but ends up falling on you again, pushing the bone into your heart more.

Kris- The two of you are in the car, going to dinner on a rainy evening. You aren’t paying attention to anything as you are playing a game on your phone. Kris places his hand on your thigh and continues down the long interstate. He starts a conversation about what you and him are going to be doing after dinner. As he daydreams, the car hydroplanes, making him jerk the wheel. The car flies to the side of the road as a passing car smashes into the passenger side. The car flips once and you feel something warm rush out from your head, before you finally lose consciousness.

Suho- After a meeting with the other members, he is annoyed that they still don’t listen to him. Unfortunately, you also aren’t listening and give him a confused look when asks if you are. His face starts to turn red with anger but he paces to try to calm himself. You try to calm him as well but he pushes you away from him, making you fly back into his glass coffee table. The glass shatters instantly but surprisingly, none of the glass pierces you too badly. Suho freaks out about his table and runs up to you. You brace for him to attack as he wraps his scarf around your neck and begins to strangle you. Every time you moved, glass went into skin more. Eventually there is a sickening crack as your neck breaks from the pressure Suho put on it.

Lay- You go over to his house to surprise him when he got back from practice. Once you enter his apartment, you find a good place to hide. Lay texts you saying he wants to take you out after practice. After a few minutes, you hear the front door open so you get ready to jump out from behind the couch. Lay screams and runs down the hall, you laugh running after him, but surprised to see him blindly swinging a baseball bat at you. He hits you a few times at first in the side and stomach but the last hit to the back of the head completely turned your lights off for good.

Xiumin (for real)- One day Xiumin decides to take you hiking and as someone who loves the outdoors, you agree fully. You only pack the basics as it will be a short trip. Xiumin rushes you to get in the car so you can get there quickly. Once you arrive, trees surround the car and the phones lose service. The two of you walk around through the rough terrain until you reach a beautiful cliff. You slip and start to fall but Xiumin catches you. He pulls you up in front of him and hold you tight. “Careful, wouldn’t want you to fall.” He smiles but it sends a chill down your spine for some reason. He sighs deeply before letting you fall down 100 feet to the ground.

Sleeping In

Originally posted by bangts

Featuring: Taehyung, V (BTS)
Genre: Fluff/Smut
By: Admin S

As requested!  < — I swear this is a request, but now I can’t find the actual request….so to the requester, I hope you like it!! =)

“If you keep doing that you’re going to wake another part of me up.”

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