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Tips On How to Write a Shape-Shifting Character (For both fanfic writers and original content writers)

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HOLY SHIT MY LAST POST ABOUT WRITING  WINGED CHARACTERS (which you can find here) GOT A SHIT TON OF NOTES! SO I DECIDED TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE ON SHAPE-SHIFTERS!

There are a lot of shape-shifting fics and stories out there. Like. A lot. Whether they be about were-creatures or about characters that just have the ability to shape-shift, a lot of the times- like with winged characters- these shape-shifters are not written very well.

They may be unoriginal, or they may be super Mary-Sues/Gary Stus when it comes to the fact that they have an infinite amount of power or whatever. So I decided to tackle the issues that come with creating a shape-shifting OC or making a canon character into a shape-shifter.

1. Decide what your character’s shape-shifting will be mainly used for

Shape-shifting can be used for a variety of reasons, and that’s why it’s critical for you to figure out what your shape-shifter will mostly be using their powers for.

Here are some reasons why shape-shifters can use their powers:

-Battle (transforming into a bigger creature to overpower enemies)

-Disguise (transforming into something that blends in with the environment around them to hide from enemies)

-Forced to shift (AKA werewolves)

-Spy work (transforming into antagonist’s lackeys to infiltrate the base or even vice versa)

2. Set Limits Right Off the Bat

Shape-shifters are incredibly powerful, and in theory, they can be practically invincible when it comes to battle and hiding from enemies.

However, that should ONLY be in theory. Your shape-shifters CANNOT be all-powerful like their abilities can call for them to be. Here’s where Mary Sue/Gary Stu elements come in, because many writers just state that their characters can shape-shift and leave it at that.

That brings up questions like:

“If he was running from the Big Bad™, then why didn’t he just shift into a wall or a chair and disguise himself?”

“If she had to fight the Big Bad™, why didn’t she just transform into a dragon and deep fry him?”

“Couldn’t they just masquerade as the Big Bad™’s minions and get inside the secret lair?”

Then, the author tries to make up for the lack of rules by giving us some half-assed explanation halfway through the third book.

As soon as the reader finds out that the main character is a shape-shifter, you have to lay down the groundwork for the limits.

Can they only transform into animals?

Can they only transform a certain amount of times at any given point?

Is there something that distinguishes them from the object/person/animal that they’ve transformed into?

Can they only transform into inanimate objects?

Can they only transform into other people?

Does transforming take a lot of energy and therefore they don’t do it often?

Is transforming painful?

Take Beast Boy from Young Justice/ Teen Titans/ various other things as an example:

He can transform into a lot of animals, yes, but they’re all obviously green and unnatural, making it difficult for him to blend in with other animals. his means that his shapeshifting would be most used for attack than for disguise.

You need to set limits, or else your character will be all-powerful and the plot won’t be all that intriguing to the readers; they know that the protagonist will win, so they won’t bother to really get invested in the story.

3. There are many forms of shape-shifters. Just because the mainstream media is all about werewolves with sixteen packs that can cut glass doesn’t mean that you have to make werewolves only

Did you know that technically, a werewolf is just a subdivision of were-creatures?

The prefix “were/wer” means “man” and is usually followed by the name of an animal, ANY animal, to imply that the man (or woman) is transforming into it.

Therefore, there could be werecats, weretigers, werelions, wereunicorns, and were[insert plural name of creature here].

You should really look up the different kinds of shifters from all different cultures and regions of the world. They’re actually quite amazing!

Here’s a list of some of my favorite shapeshifter creatures (Note that these are not all of the shapeshifters, just my personal favorites some of which I feel needed to be represented more in literature):

-Were[insert name of big cat here]

-Werewolf

-Skinwalkers

-Animaguses(Animagi?) (don’t use these they’re JK Rowling’s I just really like Animagi)

-Generic, run-of-the-mill shapeshifters

-Were creatures that are actually just the creature trying to masquerade as a human/ a creature that has a human form

-Transforming into huge gruesome monsters (it’s good shit 10/10)

4. You don’t have to describe the full transformation every single time. The first time is enough.

Readers don’t want to have to go through long, agonizing paragraphs of description every time your character changes, especially if they change during a battle. They don’t want the bloody, gory action to be disrupted by a description of a transformation that they’ve read a hundred times before.

If you truly want to describe the transformation more than once, though I highly advise against it, never describe it more than three times, and make sure to make it unique every single time. If you don’t think you can do that, just describe it once.

You should, however, describe the symptoms that come with transforming. Is it painful? Is it uncomfortable? Does it feel incredible because it makes the character feel a rush of power? Gimme the deets, but not all of them.

Things that happen during transformation that you can describe:


Painful

- Fur/scales growing (stinging and itchy)

- Bones breaking and reorganizing, as well as new ones appearing and old ones transforming

- Muscles ripping and elongating/shrinking

- Fingernails/toenails turning into claws


Invigorating

- Heightened sense of sight/smell/hearing

- Adrenaline rush

- More power/strength/speed



Hope this helped!

Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.


Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forge. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small.


Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.


Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse.


Forests walk among us. Those who remember their trees, their plants, the animals they kept safe under their canopy. Now they can only hope their small friends stay safe, until they can take care of them all again.


Animals walk among us. Wondering why they were stuck on two legs with none of their fur or feathers, scales or shells. Questioning why their voices suddenly are so wrong, so different from the cries they used to make. Surrounding themselves with whatever they can that reminds them of their home.


Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.


Dragons walk among us. On feet without the claws they remember, and with heads held high despite the missing horns and fangs. They clamber forwards, rebuilding their hoard with every step of the way.


Dolls walk among us. Those with faded felt and chipped ceramics alike wondering why they were suddenly flesh. Looking over themselves and realizing their bodies were suddenly softer then they ever were, more sturdy then they ever were.


Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.


Monsters walk among us. In every shape and size; they walk; slither; crawl; and remember the days they were feared, and wonder if they really want that back. If they would want it back after finally being treated as a living creature with as much right to exist as anyone else.


Betrayers walk among us. With guilt-ridden hearts and regretful eyes. Who reassure themselves that it was the right thing to do, not quite sure if they believe themselves.


Saviors walk among us. With a shine in their eyes and smiles on their lips, reassuring all they come across that one day the sun will shine and all with be right once again.


Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.


Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.


Immortals walk among us. Souls laden with sorrow, heartbreak slipping through their eyes. They know by now not to get close, but do so anyways because its the only thing that makes them feel anymore.


Soldiers walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.


Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.


Cursed-folk walk among us. With cautious eyes and doubtful tones, who know that the world is against them now more than ever. Everything comes with a price, and they wonder if their price was truly worth it.


Mages walk among us. Hands of their magical tools of choice, ready to pull them out if necessary to defend or attack. Scared because this was the land their ancestors were killed in. Courageous because they continue forwards anyways.


Travelers walk among us. Those who took a wrong turn and found themselves in a world that isn’t theirs, hoping to one day find the way back. Strength rings through them, for they know they cannot- will not -stop until they reach their home.


Chosen Ones walk among us. Remembering what it felt like to be The One, The Savior, The Last Hope of their worlds- and wondering why that responsibility was ever thrust on them in the first place. Wondering why they had been abandoned back in their old world after fighting so hard for the one they had made their home.


Spirits walk among us. Spirits who see others like them in the corner of their eyes. Spirits who meet up in quiet secret places and remember, together, what it felt like to be themselves. Reassuring each other that one day they will all go Home.


Unicorns walk among us. Even with their horns no longer there, there is no doubt magic runs through them. They are blessed creatures, and they know it. Stars and sunlight glisten in their eyes, and every step plants flowers. 


Demons walk among us. Still feeling the darkness in their blood, and the calls of others like them. Hell fire and brimstone smells dance on the breeze, luring them away. Luring them back home.


Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.


Dinosaurs walk among us. Long gone though they are, the continue forward. With pasts surrounded by mystery and unknowing. They are a varied folk, from carnivores to herbivores and everything in between. Large and small alike they fight on.


Winged Ones walk among us. Backs aching from wings they don’t have- limbs they haven’t had in a long time. The sky calls to them, begging them to come home, but they cannot reply. Stuck on the ground, staring hopefully up at the sky- one day they might go home, but not yet, not today.


Glitches walk among us. Scratches on the disk of reality, blips in the world. Tilt your head, look at them from a wrong angle- they might just be lens flares, might just be tricks of the imagination. The world warps around a being that is not there, that shouldn’t be there.


Hellhounds walk among us. Hellfire sprouts from their paths, infernos blaze just under their skin. Embers burn their paws, soot stains their fur. Wildness stirs in their hearts, urges them forward. Feral creatures, born from fire and darkness.


Vampires walk among us. Fangs stained red with blood that is not theirs. Pale as untouched snow, with hearts as dark as the night they rule. Voids twist around them, cloaking them in their shadows. Look out for too sharp grins at midnight, watch your steps.


Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.


The Undead walk among us. Shuffling and stuttering, wondering if this makes them undead undead. Flesh now whole and bones unbroken, feeling their heartbeat course through their veins once again, feeling the air filling their lungs once again. 


Werefolk walk among us. Bodies no longer shifting as they once did, permanently stuck on their two legs, for better or for worse. From all walks of life, they shifted into anything and everything. They do what they can to remind themselves of what if had felt like to themselves again.


Starseeds walk among us. Those that have lived only a few lives and those that have lived hundreds walking together. Taking the same steps they’ve taken who knows how many times before. Memories trickle back to them, small ones and big ones alike replaying in their minds. Doing their best to remember their mission and goals.


Mermaids walk among us. Although, maybe walk would be the wrong word. Figuring out how to walk on separate limbs that used to be one. Feeling most at home when submerged in water, sometimes forgetting their new bodies need oxygen. Strong arms and new legs propelling them through water, making them relearn a skill that they’d known since birth.


Death Omens walk among us. Afraid if their mere presence curses everyone around them. Keeping to themselves, just in case. Wondering how much of their past life carries on to their new life. Afraid that their mere touch could end lives, wondering if its their fault every time catastrophe hits.


Psychopomps walk among us. Remembering their jobs, remembering their duty. Even when they hated it, they remember what that must do. Both an impartial guide and a guardian protector. It was not their job to judge, simply to provide a safe passage from here to whatever lies beyond. Smiling in the face of death, knowing that they are not here for them.


Shadows walk among us. Twisting and shifting, not solid forms but far from intangible. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once, watching on to every act, recording passively that actions of others, while also defending those in need, actively stepping out to protect. They are the night and the stars, and yet also the shifting woods and deadly blades that flash in the shade. They are, and they aren’t.


Prisoners walk among us. Remembering shackles and chains holding them back, holding them down. Forced in cages and cells, forced to repent. But now- now they are free. They are free to walk and speak and run. Every part of their soul sings. Shackles now rusted off, chains now broken- they have no intentions of ever putting them back on.


Robots walk among us. Rusty joints and electricity running through them. Mechanical men, made to work with no need for sustenance. Inorganic beings with artificial intelligence, making themselves better, making themselves evolve. Their jobs are not yet done.


Mountains walk among us. Their strength and fortitude transformed into movable flesh and feeble bones. Eons of near unending life taken away and replaced with a life of hardly a century. Where once they were feared and respected, they are now hardly ever seen.


Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.


Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.



(want me to add one? Leave a reply and I’ll add it to the original)

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hello here are some colored sketches I did today and I’m shamelessly smashing two things I like together



lmao where do I even start?? so this is like a Miraculous Ladybug/Hunter X Hunter mash up.


There is a lot of info so if you want to read, look below the cut. Some other versions of the masquerade ball picture are below too!



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So, I’m a witness of this and of how Jensen relentlessly negotiated back and forth with staff and organizers at the last JIB, in order not to rush fans. He intentionally made panels longer, despite being incredibly jet-lagged, and being told twice the panel was over, hugged everyone, gave high fives in the corridors (to me too) all the time to the people attending, he and Jared made conversation at photo ops, even though the fans were repeatedly told not to. The auto sessions ran longer than expected (a lot longer) and he only asked for a 5 min break, during which put his head on the desk (in front of me - we all melted). Then got up, stretched a little and gave a massage to jared, then sat back again and other people were let in for more autographs. To the most shy fans he signed his autograph and then gave back the card squeezing their wrists. He also got jared out of bed when he overslept, and filmed us from the stage at the concert on closing night (the Orion concert). Probably slept five hours in 2 days.

He’s a con machine, and it’s true he called the cons “work” (it is), but he’s also definitely as sweet and graceful as much as he is fake-grumpy on stage. :D

Luckily my impression of him has been confirmed.

Owner

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

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Love Confession - Isaac Lahey Imagine (SMUT)

A/N: I wrote this sometime last year but never posted it for some reason I don’t know… So I thought it’s about time I do it haha. I hope you guys like it, I’d love it if you let me know what you think. Oh and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc. Other than that, enjoy!(:

[Masterlist]

Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Warning: SMUT! Unprotected sex, use protection guys!(:
Word count: 1556


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red light ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Can you make a smut where while waiting in the airport for their next flight chanyeol gets horny and goes somewhere vacant to masturbate but then gets caught by y/n and then they end up having sex?

(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

2149 words | semi-public smut | velvet

✎ When a stranger approached you at the airport you surely didn’t think that you’d find yourself on your knees so quickly.


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Good Girl 1/3

Pairing: Taehyung x You x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst

Tags: Cheating, oral, dirty talk, humiliation/degration, squirting, orgasmn denial/control, daddy kink, hotel sex, dom Yoongi, sub reader

Warning: Smut, language

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*****

You were a good girl. You went to work. You greeted your boss. You smiled at your customers. You bowed as they left. You took over others’ shifts. You had no problem working overtime. You smiled at everyone, as kindly as you could. You were a good girl. You went to the bar. You moved up against the stranger. You pleased the man. You went back home with a lingering scent. To see your current boyfriend. You greeted him with a smile. You were a little amused, at how he thought that you never figured out he was cheating.

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Hooky

Random Imagine that rattled it’s way into my brain. 

The alarm clock on your side table starts screaming at you. You grumbled and a line of curse words stumble their way out of your mouth as you roll over and hit the off button. You hate yourself more and more as you swing your legs over the bed and rest your feet on the cold, smooth, ground of your shared apartment. 

Back still completely against the bed you sigh more curses as you start to sit up slowly. 

Shawn is chuckling from his side of the bed, as he listens to you curse the day away. 

That just ticks you off more, because you know that he gets to stay home all day, looking cute. As you go off to work, you hate work. 

You start to stand up and stumbled your way into the bathroom, still half asleep. You sit up on the counter of the sink after you start to water, waiting for the water to heat up. You rest your elbow on your thigh, then your chin on your hand and close your eyes. The lull of the water slowly drifting you off to sleep. 

You start to doze off as you lean forward, almost falling off the counter. Luckily you were able to wake up and jump off before you completely fell face first into the bathroom tiles. But with your quick movements you stumble around and kick the side of the cabinet, stubbing your pinky toe. 

“Fuck, ow, fuck.” You say in response and grumble some more. This morning is only getting better for you. 

“Babe?” Shawn asks, sitting up, looking at the bathroom door.

You don’t say anything, as you sit on the lid of the toilet slightly touching the now red and angry toe. You whine and whimper as your finger comes into contact with the hot little toe. You can feel your heart beat in the toe.

“Babe?” Shawn asks again, more worried this time. 

When you don’t respond again, taken over in pain, he jumps out of bed to check on you. He walks into the bathroom and his gaze drops to your hunched over body as you stare at your toe. He crouches down in front of you, staring at your face intently.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asks, concern laced in his tone. 

“I turned the water on and jumped up on the counter to wait for it to heat up. While waiting I started dozing off and almost fell, when I jumped up to catch myself I stubbed my baby toe against the cabinet.” You explain, feeling like such a child. 

You are still extremely tired, never being a morning person, and are a little emotional. This was a great way to scare you awake. 

“Awe baby.” Shawn coos as he rubs your calves. He looks at your toes, smirking at the green/blue nail polish that just happens to match the color for Illuminate. “This one?” He asks pointing at your baby toe.

“Yeah.” You sigh. He slowly lets his hand slide from your calf to the side of your foot, lightly touching the throbbing toe. You wince as he touches it. He looks up in worry and you give him a small weak smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. 

“I’m so tired Shawn.” You sigh and he takes your hand, pulling you on the floor to sit with him. He wraps his arms around you and let’s you whine to him. 

“I know baby.”

“I stayed up all night writing that paper for Lit and I couldn’t fall asleep. I was just finally starting to sleep when that damn alarm went off.”

“Call in sick babe.”

“Don’t because I might just do it.” You warn him. 

He’s only home for so long, he only gets to hold you for so long. You would do anything just to crawl back in bed with him and sleep for a little longer. 

“Come on Babe, I could take you shopping and we could cuddle all morning.” He tries to convince you. Honestly he’s doing a pretty good job of it. 

“Stop it Shawn, some people have to make money with a nine to five schedule.” You sigh starting to pull away, you were gonna be late if you didn’t.

“You could quit for all I care, I’ve you got you for the rest of our lives.” He shrugs pulling you back to him. 

You blush and duck your head, hoping to hide the fact that you were blushing. You and Shawn had talked about your future, and he recently told you that you were it for him. He couldn’t and wouldn’t see his life with anyone else. He wanted you for the rest of time. You wanted that too. So the talk of forever was coming up more and more, leaving you curious about his plans. 

“Shawn.” You start.

“No, call in sick. Play hooky with me.” He says into your ear. His deep velvety voice sealing the deal for you. You made up your mind the minute he said ‘Call in sick Babe.’

You start to get up but he pulls your hand back.

“Where are you going? Please babe?” He says looking up at you with his brown eyes, holding so much emotion in them.

“Gotta get my phone? How am I supposed to call in sick if I don’t have a phone?” You tease. His smile becomes wide as he jumps up with you, racing you to your phone. 

As you start to call your boss, faking a cough, he turns the shower off and makes his way back to bed. You hang up moments later, turning to find his head propped up on his hand watching you with a smug smile.

“Lose the smile Mendes.” You smirk as you crawl in with him.

“Sorry, it’s just, I was able to convince the most beautiful girl in the world to stay home and play hooky with me. That’s an incredible feeling.” He says as he pulls you to him.

“Yeah, well it’s an incredible feeling knowing that the man of your dreams will rush to your side when you stub your toe.” You tease him, hating when he get’s all sappy like that. 

He throws his head back, laughing with a smile. 

At that moment you realize that you wanted to spend the rest of your life right there. 

In his arms.

Listening to his beautiful laugh. 

Smiling up at him. 

Playing hooky has never been so fun. 

Steam Sale Recommendations

Here are some of my personal favs from the steam sale! I’ll put them in categories of Up to ~5$, up to 10$, and above 10$

Up to ~5$

Single player Don’t Starve (no add-ons) is currently 3.74! I’d buy at least Reign of Giants expansion, but if you’re on the cheap and want a great survival game, you can’t go wrong here. The rest of the prices are here too, if you so like.

Next, we’ve got Transistor! I threw Abzu in there too because it technically goes over 5 dollars, but it’s a steal at 70% off. I haven’t played transistor, but I’m buying it due to copious amounts of good reviews I’ve heard about it from friends and critics alike. Plus, at that price?! 

Psychonauts, an all time classic, coming in at 99 cents. I played this back on the Xbox, but it’s not just my nostalgia telling you it’s a masterpiece. It’s a no brainer. ehehehehehehe

Portal 1 AND 2 over here for hardly over 2 bucks. Can’t go wrong. Instant classics. Fun times to be had. Do it. Do it for me.

This could probably actually go on forever so let’s get going to the higher numbers

Up to ~10$

Starbound is a classic survival/crafting game, and it’s pretty poor-system friendly from what I’ve heard. It’s only 10 dollars now! i’ve sunk 80 hours into this game, and I don’t even *love* it, I just really like it. So I think you’re getting your money’s worth here.

Hollow Knight, my favorite Indie game of this year, so far, over here at hardly 10 bucks. Get it, you won’t regret it. Best metroidvania in years.

Furi is an incredibly difficult but rewarding Hack-n-slash mixed with a Bullet Hell boss rush type game with incredible aesthetics and utterly amazing soundtrack that is slightly diminished by the crippling difficulty that I really didn’t stress enough. Well, it’s not the hardest game ever, but it’s challenging by modern standards. I’ve died on every boss since the second one. I consider myself decent at video games. take that as you will.

My GOTY last year over here for 10 dollars, get that thing in your library right this moment or so help me

Again, could go on for forever, moving to the last tier 

Above 10$

I’m only about 5 hours into Dead Cells and it’s pretty awesome. It’s under serious construction, but it’s pretty creative and has nice graphics (aside from the cringe-inducing 3d modeling on the zombies that makes me think of all those skeleton memes)

All 3 Bioshock games for 15$. That’s a pretty garsh darn great deal, I’d say. I’ve played all 3 over the years and they’re solid for their genre, I can highly recommend this deal! To find it, just go to any of the pages for the Bioshock games (1, 2, or infinite) and you will find this bundle option below the regular one. 

Two of the better recent RPGs over here! Well, once again, this list could go on for way too long, so I implore you to have a fun time searching the store! Happy sales kids

anonymous asked:

okay so ever since yesterday's live happened i've been in need for someone to write something about (drunk maybe?) jikook playing twister and them falling over each other or being in really awkward positions and things heating up somehow pls make my dreams come true

in hindsight, jungkook shouldn’t have said yes. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and with park jimin smirking at him, betting that with his flexibility, he could’ve been both seokjin and jungkook at twister, jungkook couldn’t help but raise his hackles - puff up his chest and all that - and accept.

he really, really should not have agreed to this.

seokjin had agreed to be the judge, but is currently staring at them with vapid, blinking eyes, hand poised to spin the dial, very evidently regretting having decided to be dragged into this. jungkook shares his sentiment.

“left hand red,” seokjin says. it sounds more like a whimper than anything.

jimin places his hand down. 

jungkook swallows. because right now, in front of his face, park jimin has both palms to the ground, ass in the air.

right up in jungkook’s face.

and jungkook still hasn’t put his hand down.

“give up, kookie?” jimin teases, sounding a little breathless from the blood rushing to his head. jungkook scowls, taking the bait immediately.

“you wish.” he masks the choked quality of his voice with a scoff. very gingerly, he leans down, bringing his left hand to the circle next to jimin’s hand. this puts him in a terrible predicament, forcing him to bend over jimin’s back to reach.

seokjin makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat. “can we just end this with rock-paper-scissors?”

“no way,” jungkook says. jimin’s arms are shaking a little, and jungkook knows he won’t be able to last much longer. it’s only a matter of time. jimin challenging him had only been perfunctory anyway. unlike jungkook, the game isn’t ever what jimin intends to win. “not until jimin falls.”

“who says i’m gonna fall,” jimin wheezes. then he shifts, and his ass pressing back against jungkook’s crotch. “oops.”

jungkook uses his free arm to grab his waist. “stop moving around.”

“that’s not in the rules,” jimin says petulantly. “hyung, can you just spin?”

seokjin obliges, still looking pained. “right hand green. god, i can’t watch this anymore. i’m sorry jiminnie, but i really hope you fall down.”

“why me?” jungkook doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting. but jimin’s reaching under himself, seeking the green circle. jungkook follows suit with his free hand, face burning. god, they’re so close right now. every little movement jimin makes underneath him sends a jolt up his spine. and it always gets his blood rushing south, whenever he sees jimin display his incredible flexibility - a fact that jimin never fails to exploit.

“lift your right foot,” seokjin says. “also, just as a warning, if you don’t fall now, i’m going to push you.”

“hyuuung, shouldn’t you be on my side?” jimin whines. whines. the edge to his voice makes jungkook get the strangest urge to grab him and throw him down somewhere - wreck him - “jungkookie’s the one who beat you the other day.”

shit. where the hell did that come from? 

“my hair would turn white before i lived to see you beat jungkook,” jin replies. “right foot, both of you.”

jungkook does, with relative ease. jimin huffs a little, lifts his leg a little, and the moment he loses his balance, jungkook feels it before he sees it. he squeaks, a sound that jungkook files away for later perusal and teasing, and topples over, his flailing catching jungkook in the leg and jungkook lets himself fall.

crushed under his weight, jimin wriggles and laughs. “oh my god - oh my god, jungkookie, i can’t breathe - ”

jungkook eases off a bit so jimin can turn over, but keeps him caged in with his arms. “i win,” he says, smugly.

“only because you cheated,” jimin argues. “you didn’t have to choose the circle behind me.”

he’s right - jungkook just wanted that excuse to lean over him; to pin jimin down to the ground. not that he really needs one. it’s just for appearance’s sake. “you didn’t have to choose the circle in front of me, hyung.”

“you - you - ” jimin sputters. he finally settles on shoving at jungkook’s chest rather pitifully. “brat. don’t forget who’s older here.”

“anyway,” jungkook says before jimin can get into it. “what was that punishment you made earlier? a kiss on the cheek?” jungkook pauses before tacking on, “hyung.”

jimin rolls his eyes, but his cheeks bloom pink, betraying him as usual. “if you wanted one so badly, jungkookie, you only had to ask.”

“i don’t want one - ”

jimin leans up, pecking him so quickly on the lips that jungkook barely feels it. it feels like he’d dipped his face in flames, with how quickly the temperature rises.

“um… that… that was - ”

“again,” jungkook demands.

“what?”

“i didn’t feel it, so you have to do it again.” 

as jimin babbles incredulously, jungkook takes the opportunity to grab him by the face, leaning down close until their breaths mingle. he belatedly realises that seokjin had made his escape somewhere in the midst of their collapse. jungkook knows they’ll suffer his complaints and poorly-timed jokes later, so they might as well make the best of this now. jimin’s pupils are blown wide, flushed and pretty, but it’s his little whispered jungkookie that makes jungkook feel like his heart is lodged in his throat.

“i won, so you have to do the punishment properly.”

then he leans down, presses their lips together right. 

jimin clutches the red circle with his right hand, his other going to jungkook’s hair. “actually, i think i won,” he murmurs, grinning against jungkook’s lips. then he goes in for his prize.

kaiby316:

This week was extraordinary in every single minuet detail. It was an absolute dream. I got to experience London for the first time and it was just a breath of fresh air after an incredibly intense year, especially recent weeks.  One brief highlight of the trip: I briefly met Tom Hiddleston, one of my favorite actors, as he arrived at the theatre for rehearsal. He was incredibly gracious, even though he was in a bit of a rush. Out of all London we were in the right place at the right time. I didn’t get to attend his limited production of Hamlet but I know it was fantastic. #RADAHamlet #TomHiddleston#mamakaybyadventures @twhiddleston