I love your art so much my cats judge me for my squees and wriggles of delight. They say 'look human, I'm trying to nap, I don't give a shit about this nonsense' What I'm trying to say is that if you get any hate mail, it's probably from my grumpy cats. But you shouldn't listen to them at all since your art brings me joy, and I need that joy to work, to make money, to feed their lazy asses. And at the end of the day, they value food over sleep.
this is such a sweet message, thank you! haha I can relate, my cats judge me all the time too :’D so I’m pretty used to it at this point. once more, a thousand times thanks!
“Oh! My! Gosh!” Sojin yelled from across the dorm living room, “can you two just get a room already?!” A flying pillow brought you and Hyeri out of your tickle-fighting session and back to the dorms where all members and a few of your close friends were sitting, watching the two of you giggling, whining and clearly having too much fun to notice all pairs of eyes were on you two. “Yah, Unnie, leave them to have their fun.” Your best friend wriggled her eyebrows suggestively towards you. You threw the pillow at them, which they blocked and threw a smirk back in your direction. It was silent for a moment until Yura spoke up, “Why don’t you guys just confess your undying love for each other so you can stop hiding your feelings, WHICH ARE VERY CLEAR AT THE MOMENT.” The room burst into fits of giggles, including you and Hyeri, who were now curled up on the sofa together. However, Yura had a point, you did have a crush on Ms Lee Hye-ri and you have for a while. Ever since your best friend introduced the two of you, as cliche as it sounds, it was love at first sight, you’d become inseparable, but you’d always thought she only likes you in a ‘friendly’ way. "The cute ones are never gay,“ is what your friends said once you told them about your crush. You really liked Hyeri, a lot, you just also had trouble with expressing your feelings which didn’t help the situation, at all. The chat began to flow in the room and the attention of Hyeri and you soon faded. Which you two didn’t mind as you were too busy snuggling under the blanket while watching the others laugh and joke. “Hey guys, who wants a game of truth or dare?” Minah suggested grinning, while the others groaned, “are we in 3rd grade?” asked another one of your friends. “Wait it’s a good idea, we don’t play games like this anymore!” Hyeri childishly exclaimed, sitting up properly, much to your demise and comfort, you were now forced to sit up too yet you two still sat closely together. The group began playing, you and Hyeri commenting on some answers and laughing at the ‘awkward’ questions. “Hyeri, truth or dare?” Sojin asked the maknae. “Truth.” She replied, with a hint of uncertainty. Without hesitation, Sojin asked, “Do you have a crush on Y/N?” The room went silent prior to it’s earlier of shouting “GET IT” and other sexual ‘slurs’ you didn’t dare repeat. But now the group and yourself were focused on the once short haired girl. You glanced to your right where she was sitting, she wore a burning red face and she pulled the blanket up further to cover up her face. “Yah! Unnie why’d you ask that?” Hyeri now fully under the blanket, whining at Sojin for asking such a question. You looked at the other girls with a ‘wtf’ face. Your best friend motioned for you to go under the blanket (it was weird). You dipped your head under the blanket to see Hyeri covering her face with her face, “You okay?” You asked quietly, even though there was no point, the entire room was quiet, waiting for Hyeri’s answer. “I’m just embarrassed that’s all.” “Why?” You asked, somewhat fearful of her answer in case the answer was negative and broke your heart. “Well I don’t want you to be, I don’t know, weirded out with what I was gonna say,” she trailed off, “what were you gonna–” “I like you Y/N.” She turned her head to see you properly, your faces millimetres apart. “You wh–” “I really like you Y/N.” “Hyeri I get-” “Y/N?” “Yes Hye-” “I really like you.” “I get it-” “WE ALL GET IT!” Presumably, Sojin exclaimed followed by many telling her to “shut up.” You sat in the silence for a moment, taking it into account that your crush liked you back like really liked you back. “I-um-you really like me back?” “WERE YOU NOT LIS-” “SOJIN SHUT UP!” The fighting ceased and Hyeri nodded her head and you breathed a sign of relief. “If you don’t like me back that’s fi-” You cut her off. Specifically with a kiss. A soft one, your lips molded perfectly together, it was perfect. Suddenly your ‘blanket shield’ was torn down by, of course, Sojin. The light of the room blinded you as your lips parted and, yet again, all eyes were on you pair. “Well, it TOOK you long enough!” Your best friend called out following everyone in the room to nod their heads. Hyeri looked at you. You looked at her. You both smiled at each other, knowing this would be the start of your ever-blossoming relationship. - Admin Magic
I find unbelievable comfort
in the repeat and success
in the keeping of a promise
I think to myself, I want him
to feel the fish wriggle, to giggle
to know this kind of silliness
to coalesce, to merge like this
to taste the wine on our lips
to hear a symphony of violins
(isn’t this love, my Love, this?)
I think I know, it certainly is
just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!
“You want me to do what?”
Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.
“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.
“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”
Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.
Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”
He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”
Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”
Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”
“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.
“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”