had to join in the fun

Hey there everyone! The NMS Blog is back for it’s second year in a row, hosting another Secret Santa for members of the Notice Me Senpai fandom! (and we’re sorry about the delay…!)


A Secret Santa is an anonymous gift exchange, wherein you will be assigned a person to give a gift - either fanart or fanfic! It’s a fun way to bond with fellow members of the fandom and share your love for the game Notice Me Senpai!


Rules and Guidelines

  • Last year, we had some people from outside of Tumblr join! That was totally awesome! Just make sure you include SOME form of contact (Twitter, E-mail, primary Tumblr account) so that we can reach you. 
    • However, we would prefer that you use Tumblr. It’s messaging and contact system is the one that this blog uses. This is also the primary site that gifts will be given on. 
  • Applications for joining will be closed on November 27, 10pm GST // 1pm EST

  • Gifts must be made truly by you. NO plagiarism, tracing, copying, and/or stealing of other people’s work.
    • Written Gifts must have a minimum of 1,250 words. If it is a multi-chapter, it must be finished by the due date.
    • Art Gifts must be fully finished. Sketches and/or rough drafts will not be accepted.
  • Keep your askbox open and allow anonymous asks, so that your Secret Santa may contact you for more details on what you want.
  • Please make sure you get gifts in on time! We had a couple issues last time - and if you’re a pitch hitter, be ready to swing!
    • Assignments will be given on November 28-30.
    • Gifts will be posted on December 21-25.
  • Gifts may be posted on your own blog (as long as you mention on your post your assigned person and/or message them)

  • Make sure to add the tag nmssecretsanta in the first five tags of your post so that we may reblog it.

  • Please do not request or create NSFW material.

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To those of you who participate: We are grateful to you for sticking with the Notice Me Senpai fandom. We are happy to keep the game’s legacy alive in multiple ways, and one of these is through continuing these activities. 

We hope to do more events like this in the future, so if anybody has suggestions, such as Valentine’s Events, request sessions, livestreams, wikia updates… we would love to hear them! Thank you! Thank you!

~ The NMS Fanblog Team

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I call this photoset “Cait had too much fun in the LOTRO character creator and needs to be stopped :D”

  • Asta(Human Hunter; Rohan) and Ziinia(Hobbit Guardian: Fallohide) are on Crickhollow
  • Halthiras (Elf Lorekeeper; Rivendell) and Sarro(Hobbit Minstrel; Harfoot) are on Evernight
  • Irieniel (Elf Champion; Edhellond) is on Brandwine and will probably be joined by another hobbit bc I CAN’T STOP
SuperNoodle

(Many thanks to @voice-oftheempire for letting me join her crew - found here - and especially to @galrannoodle for letting me play with Noodle.  This was entirely too much fun!)


Cairis was not in the best of moods. 

Her assignment had been a bust in that she’d gone all the way out to interview Commander Harrick – only to be denied just after she got there.  When she and Torvull had tried to finagle the interview anyway, they had been unceremoniously escorted back onto their shuttle and sent on their way. 

Fortunately, getting back to Central Command wasn’t difficult – just time consuming, which added to her out-of-sorts mood. 

She and Torvull had had to switch ships when they’d been dropped because the one they were on had been re-routed, but were finally on the last leg of their journey.  She secured permission to check in with Valoren and was directed to a side console.  There, she made contact via a semi-private channel. 

“Val, we’re on our way back,” Cairis stated once the connection was established.  “Commander Harrick went back on his agreement to the interview and sent us packing.  Torvull and I are fine; just given the brush-off.” 

“You might as well take your time,” Valoren said, her tone sour.  “The console mixer is out-of-action and it’s taken the servers and database out, too.” 

Cairis gasped.  “What? But what about the material?” 

“…It isn’t looking good.”  Valoren sighed.  “I’ve put in a call to tech services, of course, but we’re not high on the priority list.  Come home, you and Torvull – but don’t expect to get much broadcasting done.” 

“Understood,” Cairis answered.  “See you when we see you, Val.” 

The communication was cut and Cairis left the Bridge, nodding thanks to the Commander on the way out. 

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Haikyuu English Dub in a nutshell, according to tonight’s livestream
  • DUUUUUUUUUUUDE DUDE DUDE CHILL DUDE DUUUUUDE
  • THANKS BRO
  • TSOOKIESHIMA
  • Mmmm a delicious chance ball
  • KaGAYama, kaGEYamA, kuhGUHYaMA
  • KITA GO KITA GO KITA GO
  • Hey short stuff
  • suga’s voice omg
  • TINY GIANT
  • dude, dude, DUDE
  • Kuroo is legit Markiplier
  • “WHAT’S YOUR DAMAGE? WANT A KNUCKLE SANDWICH? WANNA RUMBLE?”
  • WWWoooOOOoooOOOooWW
  • Oikawa is flirty af like holy crap
  • “HEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEE”
  • DUDE
  • oikawa’s beautiful body
  • KIYOKO YOU LOOK RADIANT TODAY
  • “my friend” (rip to iwa-chan)
  • THAT KID. RIGHT THERE. he STOLE our POINT
  • NISHINOYA NOOOOOOO
  • UR ACTING LIKE A TODDLER
  • and last but not least …….
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Alright so I’ve been meaning to draw @circateas Cuphead Announcer design for a bit now and I’m glad I finally gave into the temptation cuz DAMN is he fun to draw (also please check them out their art is tOP FUCKING NOTCH)

“Would you forget?“

No extended summary at the moment because everything below is a spoiler (!!), I’ll just say heartbreak and party. 

Warning: swearing & mild SPOILERS for Episode 2 (you’ve been warned!)
Steve Harrington x Reader
Gif credit:
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I created the ayakashi and taught them words. I wanted to talk to them.

Insomnia (M)

Prompt: 💕+ Tae +“You have to be very very quiet, the others are around.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: moaning denial, dirty talk, fingering, Dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught

Notes: For my 3k present <3  2k Words

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

There was complete silence in the dorm room of the two 95 liners, nothing to be seen since darkness enveloped the area as soon as the clock struck eleven. It had taken only a little time to get adjusted to the black, silhouettes easily spotted due to the light coming from the green digital clock on the bedside table which separated two queen-sized beds.

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That Black Suit...

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes - Anonymous

Tagging: @claireisbetterthandom

Fandom: Thor

Relationship: Pre-Established; Loki x Reader


Summary: Reader likes Loki and can’t keep it a secret after seeing Loki in the black suit. 

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: RAGNAROK SPOILERS!!!

Comments: Gods… Tom looked so good in that suit… Tom looked good in the whole movie…

Originally posted by mokisaur

 

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matchmaker

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

word count: 1,582

warnings: none 

this is my first stranger things fic so I hope you all enjoy it. I really hope to get better at writing these characters over time :)

REQUEST: Could I request a Steve Harrington imagine, one that’s really just fluff. He’s head over heels for you and Dustin, your little brother notices and tries to set you up?

“(Y/n)! Go get the door!”

You had been sitting in your living room doing homework when your little brother, Dustin, yelled at you to answer the door.

You knew that he wasn’t doing anything but still wanted you to stop what you were doing.

The doorbell rang again. You stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door. Checking the peephole first, you saw that none other than Steve Harrington was standing on the other side of the door.

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“Some of the worst excesses of the Black Mesa Incident have been laid directly at his feet. And yet unsophisticated minds continue to imbue him with romantic power, giving him such dangerous poetic labels as the One Free Man, the Opener of the Way.”

I wanted to jump on the Cosplay Aesthetic bandwagon

  • Me: I just find it so cute and funny how Millie always gives so much emphasis on all her interviews on how she doesn't like Finn at all and makes fun of all the romantic scenes they film together. She's just a tiny pre-teen girl who still can't handle romance and that's adorable.
  • Me: [remembers that every day, she and Finn are harassed by the toxic fans who try to force a romance between them just because of their characters. Remembers they are sexualized and DMed with content that makes them highly uncomfortable in their social media on a daily basis.]
  • Me: oh right...
Imagine You're a Breeder

A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.

As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.

Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.

The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.

Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.

All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?

But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!

One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.

And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.

You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”

“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.

Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.

Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.

“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.

“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”

With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.

Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-

“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”

“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.

Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”

He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”

Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”

“What is?” He asks in confusion.

“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”

You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”

You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”

He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”

With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”

“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”

You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”

He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”

You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”

He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”

“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.

Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”

“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”

He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.

You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”

“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”

“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”

You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”

“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.

“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”

Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”

“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”

You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”

Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”

“Really?” You speak in surprise.

He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.

You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.

He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.

“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”

Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”

So here’s a post for anyone who wants to do NaNoWriMo but is intimidated or doesn’t think they’ll be able to finish it.

Don’t finish it. Don’t plan to finish it. Plan to “fail.”

This year I’m planning to do NaNoWriMo because I have some writing I want to work on and I like the group workshopping attitude of NaNoWriMo and it gives me motivation to write.

I’m also going to be wrapping on my comic anthology this month, as well as travelling out of state to see friends, travelling out of state AGAIN to attend my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah, working two jobs besides the anthology thing, participating in a weekly D&D game and running a biweekly 7th Sea game.

I am not going to write 50,000 words this month. That is just plain. Not. Going to happen.

I’m calling it “planning to fail NaNoWriMo” because I like taking the power out of the idea of “failure,” but I don’t think failing to meet the wordcount (which I will, period) is a bad thing or even a disappointment. Getting some writing done is always a good thing, and if NaNoWriMo can help motivate you or make it more fun you should join it. 

You shouldn’t feel bad if you only write 20,000 or 10,000 or 5,000 or 1,000 words in NaNoWriMo because those are more words than you had written at the start of November and that is awesome.

Lost in Frozen Tides | M

↳ Précis | A beach house laying still before cerulean waters, an ocean where destinies intertwine, and serendipities drown in the arms of fate.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Note — Your Name!au, aka body swap!au. Totally different from said movie, nonetheless, highly recommend you watch it. Also, ft. a high dosage of Kim Taehyung | Words ➳ 21.6k

Genre & Warnings — A glass of angst with a dash of fluff, and a sprinkle of humor. Warnings? uh..implied smut and mentions of death.


The window stood opened, sheer curtains occasionally being swayed by the frivolous breath of air from the outside — breeze kissing your skin delicately while you smiled in your sleep, hugging the body pillow even closer to your chest as you hummed, sinking your head into the plushness of the cushion. It was way past midnight, the owl’s faint hoos were welcoming throughout the atmosphere as they bounced around the area and the indistinct salty scent of the ocean’s crystal waters wafted insignificantly; melding within the zephyr to drown others in utter reminisce and nostalgia.

Your mouth hung open by how amazingly comfortable you were, having the best night’s sleep of your life inside the beach house your friend’s had rented to have the time of your lives. It was the first day of arriving late in the night, and the first thing you did was melt into the fine lusciousness your bed had to offer, immediately knocking out and having your soul diminish beneath the small parts of your brain. It was a long and annoying drive, being in the Range Rover with more humans than you can handle despite them being your friends — and now, you had the time to relax..or so you thought.

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