is this really necessary though

dailydoseofpasta  asked:

Ahh, I love the style of your basic character sprites. If you're not too busy, could you do a sprite in that style for a Human, roxy-swapped Kankri Lalonde? I unfortunately don't have any references, but it should look basically the same as canon Kankri, but he's got a pink sweater with shoulder cutouts. If you could also possibly give him some glasses with circular, pink tinted lenses, and pink hair though I'd really appreciate it; though it's not absolutely necessary. Thank you either way!

I hope this is to your liking!!

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Misguided Texts Part 2 // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Part One

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Public Sexish, and Swearing.

Word Count: 3,311

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd 

A/N: After the overwhelming amount of requests, here you have it y’all! I hope you guys like this, it’s very explicit and detailed much like part one. Also, thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading this. 

PSA: Here’s the black widow scene playing out in case you’re confused.

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since the hotel room incident and Dylan hasn’t done a single thing about it. My phone has never received another text from him nor did he ever talk about it with me again. The topic was completely avoided when we were together, but I certainly didn’t miss the other signs he was giving me. What with the knowing glances, the winks, the smirks, the lingering touches on my arm that aren’t necessary, the way he stares at my lips whenever I talk to him as he licks his own. I knew exactly what he was doing…

Dylan was fucking teasing me. And the worst part? It’s actually working.

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Writing Secondary Characters

@chemistreat asked: “How does one kinda figure out when they need side characters? I have a main plot but I want to add characters like friends, or guards or towns people but I don’t know how to make sure they fit well. Any tips?”

Secondary characters are so often undervalued or overlooked by writers. This is a great thing to be asking. You want to make sure that you aren’t throwing characters in who will distract from the plot but will be able to further provide insight into your character’s life. Secondary characters also will give your reader some breathing room. While your book can be incredibly close to the protagonist, dialogue and scenes with secondary characters will lighten up a heavy point of view. 

So, how do you go about creating these characters? How I see it, there are a few different types of secondary characters- there are characters who exist to show who support your protagonist’s identity (ie: parents, siblings, pets), confidants (best friends, hair stylists, I don’t know), and characters who serve to advance the plot (that woman who goes to the detective and says, “I need your help!”) I’ll go into detail on who those characters are. 

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How to Change a Fuqboi (Hoseok)

Word Count: 3,912

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet and “Not My Type at All” by Jacob Whitesides

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by ultranicolet

How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Pay attention to first impressions*

After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.

In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.

Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.

Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.

Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.

See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.

So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.

You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.

It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.

The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.

By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.

Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.

Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.

As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.

“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.

You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”

“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?

“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.

“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.

He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”


You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”

“What I am…?”

You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.

You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”

*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.

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Concept: Double Sigils

I thought of this the other day when making something as per request for a friend of mine to help out their long-distance friend out a little. 

So what is a double sigil, you might ask?
Connected sigils are when two sigils can be put together to make one sigil. Depending on the type of double sigil, this could be used for strengthening long-distance relationships, connecting two people from a distance, or making a sigil with more than once purpose (of course regular sigils could have more than one purpose but this kinda makes it easier). This allows you to make sigils for more complex purposes, but isn’t quite as complicated or advanced as say, making a thoughtform for certain purposes. 

How does one make a double sigil?
You can make them any way you can think of! In this post I will go over three examples I thought of for double sigils. Feel free to add to this post if you have any ideas of your own.

Half-Connected Sigil:

This is one sigil:

This is another sigil:

and together they make this:

These sigils don’t have to be entirely symmetrical, though personally I find that it helps to figure out where to cut it in half. The two halves can be personalized to fit the individual or party it represents.

So what can these sigils be used for?

Half-Connected sigils can be good for strengthening long-distance friendships/relationships. You have one half drawn out and your partner or friend has the other drawn out, and it connects you two magically. In that case it could be charged by love (be it platonic or romantic) and could protect the two of you, heal, or simply keep the relationship going strong. Because they are connected, that means that both halves could be charged by either end if wanted.

I had recently used a Half-Connected sigil for making a servitor as per request of a friend of mine for her and close friend of hers who lives a long distance away. While servitors by nature don’t need to have a sigil in the area they are cast to if one were to design one to go protect someone else, it helps for this one at least to be grounded to both individuals. The servitor feeds on their affection, so whenever one is thinking about the other or vise versa, it gives the servitor energy (and with how close these two friends are, the energy is almost constant). The servitor acts as a protector and companion that is there for them when their friend can’t be. Additionally, two sigils for one servitor means that it can be bound to two items, which helps for further grounding on both ends.

It’s quite possible that this could be used in spirit work to transfer a spirit bound to one one vessel to another, but I wouldn’t really find this necessary. If anyone wants to test that out though, be my guest!

Overlapping Sigils

If you have two different sigils for two different purposes and needed a spell or something for both of those purposes, you can simply put one sigil on top of another and then you’ll have a sigil that can do both. Of course one could simply make a regular sigil that could do both of those things, but in certain situations this will make it easier than having trying to create a sigil with an intent that covers those purposes. Instead you’ll have one sigil with two intents, which can make it more effective.

These types of double sigils can fully overlap like in the exaple above, or partially overlap, much like this:

The great thing about overlapping sigils is that you can use two existing sigils you’ve already made for two different things and combine them into one.

Merged Sigils

Much like overlapping sigils, merged sigils can be made with two sigils of different purposes. They can also be made with two existing sigils. The difference is how they are made and how they are used.

For merged sigils, you take the characteristics of two sigils and use them to make a completely different sigil. This method is not quite as direct as the overlapping method but is just as efficient. This will allow you to not only use the two intents of both sigils, but can also add a third intent or even be used for an entirely new purpose in relation to both sigils.

As with regular sigils, you can use the standard letter combination technique, or the number technique, runes, basing off images, etc… Whatever you usually do to make sigils. But here are some ideas that can be used for making these kinds of sigils:

- For Half-Connected sigils made for you and your friend/significant other, try basing the two halves off of your zodiac signs
- For partially overlapping sigils, try finding a common shape to overlap at. That’ll make the design look plenty smoother
- For merged sigils, find some similar shapes to incorporate into the merged design. Also, don’t be afraid to look for a way to re-purpose those shapes and make the sigil look drastically different.

This type of sigil creating/reusing doesn’t have to be limited to two sigils either. You can try making triple sigils, or quadruple, or more (although to be honest I feel like anything more than three would be a little needlessly complicated). 

I hope this post inspires you to find new ways to use sigils in more ways than usual and allow room for new possibilities for sigil magic! Feel free to add your own ideas to this post; I would love to see this idea expanded on!

And if you make a double sigil of your own and post it, do feel free to tag me in it! I’d love to see how people utilize this concept!

What Dating Jimin Would Be Like

•oh lawd where do I begin

•sweet, cute cuddles that would happen any time, day or night

•imagine his hands holding you close, his fingers splaying across your back while cuddling, shivering at the sensation and contrast of his rings on your skin

•don’t forget to include the kisses

•butterfly kisses, eskimo kisses, and sweet little pecks throughout the day

•but don’t be fooled by his cuteness

•he’s a tease

•talk about those teasing, flirty winks he’ll give you in public

•or playfully smacking your ass in front of the members

•and adding an extra something-something to his thrusts when he’s dancing, eying you up the entire time with a smirk on his face

•he’d revel in your blushing cheeks

•at first when you’d meet him he’d be really flirty and cheesy, but as time went on he’d become his soft and playful self

•being very competitive at everything, it’s a quirk

•"What do you mean I lost? I had more points than you jagi?!“

•"The bet was that the winner would be the one to survive the longest. Now I believe you owe me something?”


• *Jimin uses massage* *tis affective*

•he’d be a jealous type, especially when you hung out with the maknae line

•"But babe, Tae and Kookie were totally feeling you up, I had to defend my girl.”

•"Jiminie they were just tickling me.“

•"That’s what they want you to think, I know those horn dogs better than anyone.”

•"But were the atomic wedgies really necessary though?“

•*Jimin looks at his friends, rubbing their behinds sadly*


•other than that though, he’d be friendly with you hanging out with his members

•him admiring your skills and passions with loving eyes

•working out together

•"C'mon jagiya, give me five more push-ups? I know you can do it!“

•"I don’t know if I can babe”

•"I’ll make you a smoothie if you do?~“

•arguing over small stuff; i.e. best video game characters, best foods, dogs vs. cats, etc..

•him using his pouty lips to get what he wants

•late night texts expressing his love

•Skype calls and FaceTime calls almost every night while he’s on tour

•spooning anyone?

•his giggles that make you giggle along with him

•him picking you up and spinning you around in joy and love when he returns home after a long time

•giving you (stealing) his sweatshirts and beanies and Jimin loving it when you wear them

•loving Jimin so much that it hurts, your heart swelling up whenever you see him

•And Jimin feeling the exact same way about you

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Re: pizza schemes and PDA

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

+ “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
+ “You two are made for each other. Why isn’t it working?”
+ “I’m mad, I’m pissed, but most of all I want a kiss.” “Why are you pissed?” “Because you won’t give me a fucking kiss!”

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (feat. far too many other people)
Genre: Fluff, pretty crack
Words: 1726 teach me how to drabble
Requested by: @xxwxnder-landxx
A/N: A follow-up of sorts to “Re: roommates and double dates” though it’s not really necessary to read that one.

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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Good Girl CH 9: Fight With Daddy

“Apparently we need to set rules for everyone,” Suho groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. I sit on the chair that was moved from the corner to the center of the living room so I could see everyone easier. Sehun is pouting on the far edge of the couch, his hyungs glare at him. Suho is standing next to me, his hand resting on the back of my chair, trying to be the adult one and handle the situation properly. “Sehun, you can not just molest our little Joo like that.”

“I didn’t molest her!” Sehun snaps back. “We walked in on Xiumin hyung basically dry humping her but I get in trouble for smelling her.”

“You had her whole stomach showing by the time we walked in there,” Baekhyun says.

“You guys are just over reacting, it’s not like I did it against her will.”

“Is this true?” Suho looks down at me.

I just nod, but that is not a good enough answer.

“Use your words little one,” Kitty warns.

“I let him,” I mumble.

“See!” Sehun jumps up to his feet triumphantly.

“Still sit your ass down,” Kris stands up and glowers down at the younger. “I’m with Suho on this actually.”

Lay nods, “If we don’t, anyone could do anything to her and just get her to say it was okay.”

“But it’s impossible to set rules for this situation because what are we going to say, no one can be alone with her? We have to ask everyone else for permission? No touching her? Do you guys really think that is going to work?” Kai suddenly appears to be the voice of reason.

“I’m a big girl you guys,” I say surprisingly strong, “If anyone tries something I don’t want to do, I can tell them to stop.”

Suho smiles down softly at me, he places his hand on my cheek, “Oh baby girl we know you are tough enough to say that but we don’t know if they will stop.”

I frown, “I know you guys are having this conversation to make me safe but this isn’t making me feel that way at all.” I stand up, all of them tense at the motion, “Can you talk about this without me? I just started to really like you guys and I don’t want to have to look at you and wonder which of you is the one who can’t control himself enough to listen when I say stop. Can I please just wait somewhere else?”

“We didn’t mean to scare you love, it just that this is a conversation we need to have to make it clear to everyone that we just want to protect you,” Suho places both his hands on my shoulders to sit me back down but I don’t let him.

“Oppa please just let me wait someplace else.”

He sighs, “Fine you can wait in your room.”

I hesitate for a minute, not sure I heard him right, ‘”My room? I have my own room?”

“God dammit Suho,” Kris groans as he throws a pillow at Suho. The others copy Kris and begin whining and throwing things at him.

“She was going to find out at some point,” Suho tries to defend himself.

“But after she slept in all of our rooms!” Kai pouts.

“So you guys weren’t going to tell me?” I say in disbelief.

“At some point,” Lay answers, feeling a little ashamed, “We just wanted to spend sometime with you one on one and stuff.”

I take a deep breath, feeling annoyed and kind of embarrassed how I didn’t even question the idea of sleeping with them. “It’s my fault for not asking for my own room.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“No,” I say, “I’m happy I was able to spend time with you guys but I really just want to go to my room now, please?”

“I’ll take you,” Kitty offers standing up.  I don’t question it, I just nod and allow the man to lead me out of the living room. We walk in silence threw out the house, I just stare at the floor, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. I don’t even notice when he stops at a door, prompting me to run into is back.

“Sorry oppa,” I apologize quietly. He turns around and stares down at me.

“I’m sorry we scared you,” He says just as quiet, his hand reaches up and rests on my cheek. I can see him let out a small sigh of relief when I don’t move away from him, happy that I’m not afraid to have him touch me.

“I’m not scared, at least not really, I’m just confused. Can we talk about this later?”

He reluctantly nods and takes his hand away to open the white door with golden accents. As the door swings in, he steps back and allows me to go in first. I step forward and peek curiously into the room.

“Woah!” I can’t help but grin and rush into the beautiful room. The walls are gray but it is anything but boring with pink everywhere. There is a massive king sized bed with a thick white comforter on it and small pale pink affgane at the foot. A crazy amount of different sized and colored pillows fill the top 1/3 of the bed, almost hiding the beautiful white carved headboard. There is another pill of much bigger pillows in the corner of the room with a canopy hanging over it like a little tent. Other little things are scattered through out the room, though it is weirdly kind of childish with all the pink and stuffed animals., I absolutely love it. “Oppa! This is so cool” I love it!” I turn back around to see Kitty smiling at me like I never have before, it seemed happier. I bouncer over to him and give him a big hug, very happy about my new room.

“I’m happy you like it, the others will be over the moon that you love it too,” He kisses the top of my head, still smiling.

“I should go thank them,” I think out loud.

“It’s okay, you can thank them later,” He waves the idea away. “You should spend some time in your room, get use to it, play with some stuff. We will come get you when we are done talking okay?”

I nod.

“Good girl. There is a bathroom threw that door and a walk in closet in the other, your luggage is in there. I’ll be back in a little bit,” He kisses me on the lips this time, just a sweet soft peck but I find myself blushing.

Again I nod as he leaves, closing the door behind him. When he is gone I turn back to my room, grinning like an idiot and run to my new bed, throwing myself on it. I’m not at all disappointed by the softness of the bed. A large white bear catches my attention from behind some of the pillows. I dig it out, finding out it’s about half my size and amazingly soft and fluffy, the urge to snuggle with it is too much for me, making me forget about changing. Instead I burrow under the warm covers and curl myself around the bear, completely content with life at that moment. That is until I start thinking about the group of boys arguing in the living room about who can and cannot touch me. Thinking about it only makes me curl tighter around my bear.

My irritation grows the more I think about this whole situation, annoyed with Jihyo for making me go, annoyed with my alarms for leading me out the back and for not going off around the boys, making me question everything. I’m annoyed with the boys for having a conversation like that in front of me. I’m annoyed with myself for just sitting her and taking it, I could have not come back, ran away before the guys came back for me. I annoyed that I’m not that upset for having to leave my family, at them for not making me feel like I should want to go home but instead I’m happy to be anywhere but there.

I talk myself in circles about how I should be afraid but being afraid would make them angry but not being afraid of them could make me ask stupid questions or get me in bad situations. I get a headache, tired of thinking so much, so I decided to go to take a little nap.

A knock on my door wakes me up, though I don’t move from my tightly curled ball. They knock once again before just opening the door. I can’t really tell how many there are but from the amount of foot steps and hushing I’m just guessing all of them. Their foot steps cover the room for a minute, becoming faster and more frantic until someone sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blanket down to show my face. I blink my eyes, not use to the sudden light, and look to my left to see Luhan staring at me with wide deer like eyes.

“Hi lulu oppa,” I mumble threw my sleepiness, thanking myself silently for not wearing makeup today as I rub my eyes. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Oh no, it’s okay little lamb,” He says softly, brushing the hair out of my face.

“You’ve had a busy day, it’s good to take naps,” Kris sits on my other side.

“Did you guys figure out the rules?” I wonder as the other boys huddle around my massive bed, Baekhyun, Chen, Kai, and Sehun manage to fit on the bottom on my bed while the others stand around the edge. Kitty, being his normal self climbs on the bed and lies down next to me, not that really mind.

“We did and we also figured out some rules for you,” Suho answers as he sits in front of Baekhyun.

“For me?” I echo.

“Yes baby girl, you. Since you will be staying here you will have to obey the rules we came up with for your own safety.”

I just nod.

“First, no roaming around the house, you can go to your room or the kitchen alone but that is it. If you need to go anywhere else we will walk with you. You are not allowed in our rooms without permission. You are not allowed off this property without one of us or on rare occasions with permission.”

Luhan continues the list, “You are not allowed to open the door for anyone other than us or our dongseangs. No friends over unless we are all home and they are only allowed in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and your room. When it comes to your phone, you are only allowed to answer it if it’s a family member.” I find myself raising my hand to speak as I am in class. Luhan cracks a smile, “Do you have a question?”

“What about Jihyo?”

He frowns at that, “Is that really necessary?”

Though I know I’m not in the place to really fight back I only ask for one thing, “If I have to choose between answering my family’s calls or Jihyo’s I want to pick her. So please.”

He groans and looks to the others for help, Lay comes forward and rests a hand on my stretched out legs that are still under the blanket. “You have us now kitten, we will be the best friends you can imagine, plus you will see Jihyo at school, do you really need to talk to her the small time we have with you?” He gives me his charming smile that falters after a second when I don’t return it.

“Jihyo is my best friend. She has been there for me threw most of my life, I am not dropping her for you guys. I will follow all of your rules without question, I will live the rest of my life in this house but I’m not going to ignore Jihyo when she calls or texts, just because I can see her for three hours at school.” I deadpan.

“Little one don’t you think you are being to protective over that girl,” Kitty sits up with me and rubs my back soothingly, “She seems like she can handle herself and it didn’t seem to matter to her that I’m with you. Do you really want a friend like that?”

I shrug his hand away, “Do you have any other rules?” I look to Suho, completely strait faced. He stares at me, taken back by the coldness in my voice, in fact they all are. When no one says anything I lay back down ant burrow myself back into my pillows. “Please leave me alone if you have nothing more to say.”

“You can’t just ignore us baby girl,” Kai almost growls, his anger barely able to hide in his voice.

“Just because you don’t agree with our rules, doesn’t mean you can throw a fit,” Baekhyun scolds, tapping on my foot to get my attention.

“I’m not the type to argue, especially when things are not in my favor but I’m not going to agree to that rule.” I snap as I sit back up to glare at them. “She is the one person in my life that you can not take away without a fight.”

“We aren’t going to take her away,” Chen tries to reassure me, giving his pretty smile but I don’t trust it.

“You just want me to spend less time with her, and I wouldn’t be upset if it was just me not being able to answer her calls but according to your rules I can’t see her out of school at all either. We can barely talk in school because of class so all we have is lunch, an hour a day with someone I’m used to spending weeks upon weeks with. So oppas please, please this is all I ask. Just let me call her and text her.” I crawl our from under my covers to rest on my knees, begging.

“Sweetheart,” Kris snaps this time, “drop it, your are making us hate this girl more and more.”

“She takes all of your attention at school,” Sehun whines.

Chanyeol joins in on the complaining, “She wouldn’t even let you look our way in the halls.”

“You are luck Suho hyung even gave you classes with her,” Tao pipes in bitterly.

“It’s still early,” Kai says with a cocky smirk, “He could still change it so you don’t see her at all.”

I’m boiling mad but I can’t let it show, I’m not in a situation where I can let my emotions fuck this up any more then they already have. Instead I take a deep breath, open my eyes just right, doing my best to appear cute and innocent, and pout my full lips at the group of guys. They are taken back when I look at all of them with such a cute expression in such a serious fight, most of their frustration leaves their face. “Daddies,” I coo in the cutest voice I could do, “Pretty please, let me talk to Jihyo. I promise to be a very good girl!” My hands go to my cheeks, though ageyo is not something I enjoy doing, I am damn good at it, not to mention they seem to have positive reaction to me when I act childish.

“What was that baby?” Luhan questions, afraid he heard me wrong.

“I said, Daddies pretty please can I talk to Jihyo? I promise to be a super good girl!” I say louder, making sure they all heard me and from the way they all flip just like Kyungsoo had done earlier, I know that they have.

“Baby,” Kitty warns next to me, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, “This is not what I thought you would be using that word for.”

“But daddy Xiumin I really want to talk to her. I mean it won’t be very long when it happens and after, you guys can have all my attention.”

His whole body tenses at the use of his real name, his hands clench the sheets as he forces himself to move away from me. I look to the others who have the same lustful look in their eyes, even innocent little Sehun is staring at me like he wants to eat me up. Everyone just stares at me, and I begin to nibble on my lip nervously, wondering if this will work or if I got myself in an even worse situation.

“Baby, I already told not to do that, you give your daddies bad thoughts and you sitting there in your school uniform isn’t helping.” Kitty is off the bed, unable to stay that close to me and not jump me.

“Maybe she should take it off,” I surprised for these words to come out of Luhan’s mouth.

“Luhan,” Kitty growls from where is crouched by the wall, trying to calm down without much luck.

“We were all thinking it, she just looks so cute, I just want to eat her up,” Lay joins in on the very sexual teasing.

Before this spirals I lean forward and grab Suho’s hands, doing what I’ve done before but this time it feels so much more kinky, “Daddy Suho, can I please answer my phone when she calls?”

A low growl vibrate from his chest as his eyes scan me, “Baby, why are you doing this to Daddy?”

Seeing that it might be working I pull him closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before wrapping mine around his neck, “Because I’m a very good girl who needs one thing from you.”

“And if I give it to you, what do I get in return?”

“What do you want?”

A conflict goes on in his eyes as he debates on whether or not he should say what he is thinking. His hands tighten on my hips, “You come to school early with my for the rest of the week and spend some private time in my office with me.”

“Okay Daddy,” I grin at my victory but only for a moment before Suho pushes me down on the bed.

“Now that it’s done everyone get out. We all need to go calm down, especially you Xiumin hyung,” Suho decides as he tries to shake his daddy side off.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a pout, “Are you mad?”

Suho sighs, “Yes and no baby girl. I’m mad at you for getting us so riled up without a good outlet. And I’m mad at myself for being so easy to wrap around your pretty little fingers. Just stay in here for the rest of the night, someone will bring you dinner, so do your homework call Jihyo and go to bed.” He says as he follows the rest of the boys out, not so much as a kiss or a look from any of them.

The door slams shut and I’m left alone in this room.


I don’t know what time it is. I lost my phone in the living room during my thing with Kitty and with no windows or permission to leave I’m stuck. Someone had brought me food a little bit ago but I don’t know what time they eat dinner so my guess in probably after 19:00 or something but from how tired I am I feel like it must be later. I climb out of bed and go into my closet, though I tired to explore it earlier I was too over whelmed to even go fully in the over sized room. All four walls are covered in stuff, one wall dedicated to shoes, stockings, and other accessories, never in my life would I where half of them but they are pretty to look at.

I look threw a little bit more before find a shelf with a different type of clothes hanging on it. Yes, on other shelves there are cute girly dresses and slight risqué outfits but these are definitely different. Much more lacy and more like something a little girl would wear but in my size. Though they aren’t something I would normally wear I find them adorable, I actually pick out one of the sets of pajamas and decide to wear it to bed.

Time to shower, I take off my school uniform and jump into the burning hot water. Though there is a beautiful bath tub and even bubbles and other bath things there, I’m far to tired to do something like that tonight. When I’m done I’m annoyed that I have to brush my long curly hair, something I’ve hated doing since I was a child so I just decide to forget about. In my new set of silk light pink pajamas I’m actually excited to go to bed, hopefully, tomorrow will be better then today.

But that excitement doesn’t last long after I fall asleep. I wake up, however long, later feeling anxious, sitting up in bed I stare into the darkness. Around, the room is deafeningly quiet making my ears ring and my heart start to race. This isn’t something I’m use to, the silence, the pitch black, and the strange loneliness I feel in my new big bed. I feel cold even under my covers. I try to get myself to fall back asleep the longer I lay here the more unnerved by the silence I become. Soon I can’t take it, my mind yells at me to get up and get out and I can’t deny it anymore. Against my better judgment I race out of my room into the hall with the wall of windows, that shows the beautiful night. But even with my sight being returned to me I still feel that terrified feeling in the back of my mind and I begin moving again down the hall. Trying to be quiet but fast and not sure where I’m really going.

All I know right now is that I don’t want to be alone in that bed, in that room, in my life. Never in my life have I been able to run up to someone and ask them to hold me because I was lonely or scared but once I see a familiar shadow down the hall I find myself running toward him and he opens his arms to me.

“Daddy!” I cry as I wrap myself around him, happy to finally see one of them after what happened earlier.

“Oh baby girl,” he coos as he begins to rock me back and forth, “What is wrong my baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so scared, I don’t want to be alone,” I cry as I tuck my face in his neck.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy has you, you can come sleep with me, okay?” He whispers soothingly into my ear.

I nod, “Thank you daddy.”

mindcontrollers  asked:

the DDADDS game was made by a team of lgbt people and isn't affiliated with game grumps outside of hiring them for voice work for the sake of making the game popular. the revenue will go primarily to the production team. telling people not to support it hurts lgbt creators. please dont spread misinformation

oh okay? i didn’t know that. they really should just kick those guys out though if they don’t wanna make a lot of their player base uncomfortable. making a game with lgbt themes by an lgbt crew with Those Guys in it is a really really bad move. playtonic gave the boot to jontron for being a racist shithead and if these guys really wanna make a game that lgbt people feel comfortable and safe playing they should kick out the guys who thought “cis” meant “ooogughh a term meant to OFFEND PEOPLE XDDDD”. 

anonymous asked:

Reunion grimmons maybe with some kisses?

Simmons stares at Jax on the floor.

“Was that really necessary?” Simmons asks, though he doesn’t sound like he actually minds.

“Yes.” Grif answers without hesitation. “I wasn’t actually going to let him get it on camera.”

“Get wha-” Simmons starts, before he’s interrupted by Grif practically tearing his helmet off and smashing his mouth on his own.

Simmons is so shocked he doesn’t move, but he manages to take note that Grif has no technique at all, is just clumsily and sloppily pressing their lips together, teeth clacking.

It’s over as fast as it happened, and Grif steps back, his chest slightly heaving.

“Um.” Simmons tries to process.

“Look,” Grif interrupts whatever Simmons had been trying to say, “I said it earlier, but I’ll say it again. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have left you guys. I shouldn’t have left at all, but I especially shouldn’t have left you.”

Simmons is, for once, at a complete loss for words, brain giving him nothing more than some screeching sounds.

Grif runs his hand nervously through his dark brown curls, which are a lot longer than when he last saw them, Simmons realizes somewhere in the back of his mind.

“And, man, being alone, away from you all…” his eyes dart quickly to Simmons and back away again, “…away from you, was fucking hell. I don’t ever want that again.”

Everything that’s happening, everything Grif is saying, finally hits Simmons like a ton of bricks and he barely has a few seconds to think about his own feelings before he’s launching himself at Grif, arms encircling him and pulling tight.

“Then don’t fucking leave again, asshole.” he mumbles into Grif’s neck as he struggles to not let the tears building in the corners of his eyes spill over.

Grif’s arms reach around to return the hug, clinging just as tightly; and maybe the armor doesn’t make for the most comfortable situation, but Simmons absolutely would not trade this for fucking anything.

It went pretty fucking well with proofreaders, so I’ll try it with typesetters and cleaners/redrawers now. In order to release more chapter faster, we need some help, so if you’re interested in cleaning or typesetting with us, don’t hesitate to contact by sending a message here on tumblr or an email to For the cleaner/redrawer position, you don’t need graphic tablet and you can use other programs than Photoshop, but that would be the best. And you need experience because redrawing is not something that can be learned quickly.

With typesetters, experience is not necessary, though it’s REALLY appreciated. But you do need to be available pretty often because we have to be in contact if we want to teach you.

If you’re not interested in these, a reblog is just as awesome too. Thank you very much!!

Living That No-Neighbor Life

@braedens | AO3everybody probably knows by now that ace!Derek is my favorite thing, so bless you for giving me an excuse to write more of it ^u^

by @clotpolesonly

“So the real estate agent makes the assumption that their marriage involves sex. Most people do! Derek sees it on his face the second Stiles decides to be a dick about it this time, but he knows better than to think he can stop it. All he can do is pinch the bridge of his nose and brace himself as the bright, false smile lights up his beloved husband’s face.”

The first place was an apartment and it was too cramped. The second was a duplex but wasn’t nearly nice enough for the price. The third was a tract house that may or may not have been the set of a horror movie in the past, or if it hadn’t then it was missing its chance. By the fourth place, Derek was starting to lose faith in their frazzled but determinedly perky real estate agent.

“This next one is a real zinger,” she said after each flop. “Best of the bunch! I’ve been fighting people off with a stick!”

Stiles had snorted the first two times she’d said it, laughed outright the third, and by now he had resorted to mocking her under his breath and shooting exasperated looks at Derek.

Derek could handle the perkiness if he had to—that sort of attitude tended to deflate when it ran into his natural stoicism anyway, at least after a while—but Stiles’ tendency towards earnest-sounding sarcasm just added fuel to her fire when she didn’t recognize that it was sarcasm. She took it at face value and genuinely thought that he was as excited as she was.

With this mistaken camaraderie in mind, she seemed to have taken Stiles as more of a new friend than a client she needed to be professional with. She kept whispering asides to him conspiratorially, thinking Derek couldn’t hear her, which made the both of them roll their eyes as soon as she turned away to espouse the virtues of the newest property.

It was never anything bad or mean-spirited, at least. Just gossipy.

“No worrying about landlords here, no sir! Only so many times you can lie about the dog before you lose your mind, am I right?”

“The owner says these are the original floors, but between you and me? Definitely repanelled. Twice!”

“Hell of a catch you got with this one, kid. Hubba-hubba!”

That last one was a little cringe-worthy, but it was far from the first time Derek had overheard comments like that about himself. He was used to it, and even Stiles had taken that one on the chin with a smile and a “Yup, he’s all mine!”

But then they reached the seventh place on the agent’s never-ending list. It was a gorgeous two-storey house with an open floor plan, a backyard that bordered a small strip of woods, and an isolation that drove the price down where they could afford it without dipping into the Hale insurance money. Derek was smiling almost as soon as he got out of the car, seeing wide windows perfectly positioned to let in the kind of light he would need for his painting. Stiles bumped his shoulder on the way up the drive and took off to explore as soon as the agent got the door open.

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TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives; William becoming a larger part in Thomas’s cartel, Thomas lending a hand in the family Hiddleston Corporations. Another important, albeit unexpected part of their shared livelihood is the inclusion of a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine.

Running out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, Amanda turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. But her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that Thomas and William can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way.
WARNINGS: explicit language, violence, drugs, sexual content
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and cheers-mrhiddleston and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Madison if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universe here

Hours had passed as Thomas paced the length of the small office in one of his discreet warehouses. No one spoke, the only sound the Russian’s screams as O’Malley worked him over, doing everything he could to find out Amanda’s location. William winced with each scream, his eyes flickering to the time with each scream. The longer this took, the longer this dragged on, the better the chance something could happen to Amanda. They’d know their man was missing by now. William couldn’t even stomach what more they could do to her.

“This is taking too long,” William murmured.

Thomas tossed him a dark look. “It’ll take as long as it needs to. We need that location.”

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anonymous asked:

Let's get more kittyformers! :D How would mtmte Swerve,Ultra Magnus,Drift,and Rodimus be as cats and how would they react when turning back?

Dude, thanks for more autokitties~! I love these requests. :3 And with some of my favorite bots too!



  • Swerve is a lonely cat. He just wants love and affection, poor kitty. When he’s first turned into a cat with the others, he doesn’t get as much attention as them, mostly because of Rodimus being an attention hog. He’s pretty upset by this naturally and spends a lot of time sulking in his bar. It’s not until the human goes looking for him and realizes what’s going on that they feel bad and begin to pay him more attention. Plus he started crying forlornly every time he saw them.

  • The human loves cuddling with Swerve because it makes him so pleased. He’ll immediately start purring (loudly) and will knead their lap before laying down all comfy. When the human is busy with the other cats, Swerve likes to go into their habsuite and lay on their clothes and furniture. They smell like the human and bring him comfort but the human kind of gets annoyed because now everything is covered in cat hair (kind of comes with the territory though).

  • He also is a little clumsy as a cat (because he’s a chubby fluffy floof, it’s adorable) and has a tendency to accidentally knock stuff over all the time. But the human can never be mad at him because at least he’s not trying to be destructive unlike one of the other cats (*cough* Rodimus *cough*). He’s pretty okay with the human cleaning him and whatnot, he’s just content to be around them. Never ever hisses at the human or claws at them, he wouldn’t even dream of it.

  • When Swerve turns back into a Cybertronian, he’s sheepish and a little embarrassed for how he acted as a cat. But the human doesn’t mind and to his delight, they’re closer to him than they’ve ever been. They come to his bar and talk more often and sometimes the two of them reminisce about when he was a cat. Then one day the human offers some cuddles shyly and Swerve is suddenly grateful he’s no longer a kitty.


  • Rodimus as a cat is exactly as you’d expect him to be. He’s a fiesty troublemaker but in the end he just really wants the human to love him and spend time with him. He’s almost a little too affectionate with the human, constantly rubbing against them and plopping himself on their lap without any kind of warning. He’ll paw at their face gently when he wants their attention and refuses to sleep anywhere but in their bed with them. The human is a bit suspicious but just figures kitty Rodimus is clingy. ;P

  • He likes to mess with the other cats a lot. Especially enjoys pissing off Ultra Magnus by clawing at him and meowing loudly whenever the older cat is trying to sleep. Him and Drift sometimes get into trouble because Rodimus will rile Drift up and somehow convince him to run around causing chaos with him. He makes things difficult for the human but always apologizes by bomping his head on theirs before he curls up with them at night.


  • He’s very excited to be a cat so he’s basically taking advantage of it as much as possible. He never stops moving or playing (especially with toys) unless he’s with the human. Rodimus HATES when the human tries to clean him at all though. He struggles and cries and even claws them a bit when they try to give him a bath, clip his nails or brush his fur. The human swears they’ve never heard a cat that can screech like a banshee like Rodimus can.


  • Rodimus is kind of pissed when he’s turned back. Not at the human, just at the fact that he has to go back to being a bot. There’s advantages to it of course but he liked being a cat! He was small and floofy and the human always took care of him. They showed him a lot more affection then when he was a bot and he really enjoyed being able to sleep beside them. So he pouts for a while afterwards but he eventually gets over it.


Ultra Magnus:

  • He’s a grumpy cat honestly and a little bit uppity too. He doesn’t mean to be it’s just how he comes off. When he’s first turned into a cat, it’s clear that he’s alarmed. He takes a long time to get used to it and is a bit awkward trying to figure out how to move around and act like a cat. Even as a cat he still tries to keep the others in line, especially Rodimus. Usually this means when the other cats are acting up, he’ll come over and hiss at them or swat them away from the human. He still recognizes the human needs a break and tries to help as much as he can while being stuck in a kitty body.


  • He doesn’t like being touched or petted as a cat at first. It just feels weird to him and kind of creeps him out. He’ll also claw at the other cats if they try to play with or disturb him too much. But eventually as he warms up to being a kitty, he let’s the human pet him. Nobody else, just the human, because he trusts them. Plus they give really good ear scritches he just can’t resist. It’s the only time he purrs.


  • He doesn’t sleep with the human or other cats. They buy him his own cat bed with this blanket that for some reason he comes to adore. He keeps his bed (and the one toy he ends up loving) very organized (well as much as he can) and pounces on anyone who tries to mess with his bed. The human finds this very amusing despite themselves. He doesn’t like when they have to clip his nails or brush his hair, but he lets them without much fuss because he knows it’s necessary. He does really enjoy baths though.

  • When he’s a bot once more, Ultra Magnus is super relieved. Thank Primus! Being a cat was annoying and strange and he was so small! So much fur! He felt like he wasn’t taken seriously as a cat! What an embarrassing, uncomfortable situation. He does admit to the human after a time that he secretly liked his time as a cat, even if only a little. Because it allowed him to relax for the first time in Primus knows how long and well … the time with the human was rather nice. ;)


  • Drift is the calmest of the cats and the one that is easiest to take care of for the human. He rarely causes trouble, except sometimes when he gets riled up by Rodimus. Mostly he spends his time as a cat purusing the ship - he’s so quiet and sneaky he sometimes scares the human or the other cats. Once during the week when they’re all cats, they stop at a planet and the human takes the kitties out for a walk. Drift and Ultra Magnus are the only ones who don’t need a leash and will stay by the human’s side. Drift does occasionally go after random animals but he always comes back, usually with a ‘gift’ for the human.


  • He’s not pushy or clingy for the human’s attention but it’s obvious he really loves when they do come and cuddle with him. He likes to knead in their lap a lot and sometimes nibbles on them a little when they pet them (very gently as a way of being playful). He’s protective of the human and often comes with them at night to their habsuite to watch over them, though he doesn’t sleep on the bed like Roddy cat. He will also hiss and puff up if any of the other bots on the ship try to mess with the human while they’re taking care of the kitties. Not that there’s much he could actually do, but it’s the thought that counts.


  • He doesn’t mind when the human has to clean him, though he does beg for treats afterwards. He thinks baths are fun and will swim around enjoying himself long after the human finished cleaning him. He also loves having his fur brushed and will lay in the human’s lap and purr as they do it. Drift is the cat that when he does lay with the human (sometimes if they take a nap and he wants to watch over them), he’ll sit on their head. The human doesn’t know WHY he does this but they’ve woken up many times to his furry body on the top half of their head. It’s certainly an experience.


  • When he’s turned back, he’s content with his time as a cat. It was fun and interesting and taught him a lot about organics. He also spouts some stuff about being one with the universe and whatnot, which the human isn’t sure about but they’re glad he had a good time. He’s a lot more open with his admiration of and desire for the human after this, making sure to thank them for taking care of him.