No, seriously. If you donât have money to help out an artist financially, the second best thing is to reblog all the things you like. While liking it does tell the artist that âhey I really like this!â It does jack shit because the only ones who will see that are me and you.
Why do you think there are so SO many posts made by people that are literally summed down to âplease reblog my artwork I need the notes!â? Because no one reblogs artwork. Unless youâre a ridiculously popular blog with thousands of followers, youâll only end up getting 1 or no reblogs.
SO HELP OUT ARTISTS AND PLEASE REBLOG OUR ART, BECAUSE WE REALLY NEED THE VIEWS ;V;)/
THIS IS ALSO VITAL FOR AUTHORS/WRITERS!!
As my buddy devilishkurumi has said many many times, author visibility is unfortunately LEAGUES below visual artist visibility because fic takes MUCH more time and effort to consume.
If you read a fic and you decide you really love it or even liked it a little, please reblog it! Visibility for all artists!!
participating in the exorelieffund and offering fanart~ even if you donât bid on me, please check it out, lots of fandom-famous people are there and itâs for a great cause!
thanks so much for asking, bb Iâm sorry this took so long! cries
stolenpg13; 362 words; tao/sehun
Their feet are virtually soundless as Tao and Sehun run down the street, save for the couple of displaced stones. Taoâs lithe cat hybrid body keeps up in time with the younger and the stomping feet and sirens behind them are fading when suddenlyâ
âQuick!â Sehun hisses, when new voices appear at their right, âover there!âÂ
He grabs Taoâs wrist and tugs him around a tight corner. Taoâs growling protest is cut off when his back hits the wall. Immediately recovering, he opens his mouth in response, but Sehunâs hand over his lips cuts it off. The olderâs feline eyes narrow but he silences, with his tail flicking in annoyance.
As Tao is pushed against stones, he canât help but admire how the light sharpens those features and brings a dark shine to Sehunâs eyes that are trained over his shoulder.
Then his whole body relaxes with a sigh. Leaning back against the opposite wall, Sehun lets out a smirk and tugs out the pearl necklace from his pocket. To an inexperienced eye, it looks like any other.
"Itâs really a pity," Tao says across the space, "keeping such a beauty behind a glass."
"Mmhhmm," Sehun replies. Then the smirk widens until it lights his eyes. He leans over and drags a thumb over Taoâs lips, just missing the sharp teeth. "Which is why I had to catch you for myself all those years ago."
The catboy smiles. âAnd where would I be if you hadnât convinced me to leave that pet store? Hmm, maybe nice and warm with some handsome owner whoâd-â
This time Taoâs ready when Sehun does to kiss away his sentence. He winks at the annoyed expression on the youngerâs face. âHey, want to commit the perfect crime?â
Sehun raises an eyebrow.
Tao rests a finger on the otherâs forehead and slowly, unhurriedly drags it all the way down, down Sehunâs nose, past his lips, over his Adamâs apple, between his collarbones, and finally resting over Sehunâs chest. The whole time the younger is still, only slightly quivering at the teasing touch. âIâll steal your heart. You steal mine.â
Sehun snorts. âItâs not stealing if I give it willingly.â
"Thatâs true."
âThen I say,â Sehun murmurs, tilting his head so close that all Tao would have to do is lean forward a little, âwe can call it a draw.â
Grabbing a fistful of brown hair, Tao laughs at the youngerâs immediate response and, between kisses, he whispers, âMischief managed.â
stupidgenius101 asked:something based on the lyrics of âIf I Be Wrongâ By Wolf Larson
slkfjskdjf omfg I love this. I hope you like chenyin and angst âcause thatâs what came out ;u; I have finally contributed to the chenyin fandom soBS
benben-gimme-chenchen asked: suchen and something fluffy please!
sorry this took so long! sobs! and I suck at titles, fuck me.
I canât see (but some things arenât meant to be seen)
pg13; 513 words; jongdae/junmyeon
Junmyeon opens Jongdaeâs front door Thursday night with takeout for the younger and is immediately greeted by the sound of crashing and a steady stream of curses from the living room.
Title: gotta talk to you
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Notes: inspired by doksoo's post. Warning: glasses!kinkÂ
there is something so sinful about the way kyungsoo sits there across the table.Â
jongin shifts in his spot on the ground, trying so hard to focus on his assignment, but his eyes keep trailing back over to where his hyung is reading. his eyes wander up from where kyungsoo's elbow leans on the table, all the way up the rolled up sleeves to the fist resting on soft cheeks, past a defined jawline, across full (slightly moist) lips, and up a straight nose to rest on... those glasses.
those glasses are something else. kyungsoo had run out of his contacts and is waiting for the new order to come in. but Jongin still canât find the heart to admit how much more he prefers those glasses over kyungsooâs usual contacts. how it casts a wiry shadow that contrasts with the ivory skin it rests on. the way it draws attention to round eyes by framing it--not how it doesnât contain it, but enhances it.
jongin unconsciously bites his lip, mouth going dry. his gaze follows the path the thin metal frames make and he secretly wishes that he could do that with his fingers instead.
kyungsoo moves and his hand reaches up to casually push the frame back up the bridge of his nose back onto the indent where the glasses have been sitting for the past week. now jongin can't stop the tiny whimper in the back of his throat.
at this, kyungsoo looks up and takes in the sight of jongin staring at him, blush very visible even in the low light. slowly, unhurriedly, the corner of kyungsoo's lips pulls back.
"can I help you with something?"
jongin straighten and rubs the back of his neck with his clammy hands, looking everywhere but kyungsoo. "a-ah, I'm...okay..."
this time it's deliberate and slow the way kyungsoo pushes the rims up. "Or is there something you need to tell me?"
now his blush is blushing and jongin isn't
"...don't...glass..."
"what was that?" kyungsoo murmurs, full lips barely moving but jongin feels all of it under his skin. "what do you want me to do?"
"I-I want you...to keep...the...glass...es..." kyungsoo raises an eyebrow and chuckles. then he's tugging jongin forward by the collar of his shirt and kissing him. the coolness of the glasses is the only that grounds jongin as he moans into kyungsoo's mouth and feeling kyungsoo's teeth dragging across his skin.
and somewhere between bites, tongue, and lips, kyungsoo breathes into jongin's mouth, "I'll keep that in mind."
Imagine looking up into Xiumin's bright eyes as he wraps a fluffy blanket around your shoulders and his laugh when you pull him in to share the body heat. Then imagine squeaking in surprise when he bends down to lift you up so that he is carrying you bridal style to the bed. And all you can do wrap your arms around his neck and blush into his collarbones as he tells you how adorable you are.
//sobsosobsosbosbgvsdgsdgadg/soWSOBOSOB SOBBING ON TEH FLORR//
hi!! we send the drabbles and you chose from there, right? i'm sorry i'm a bit confused >.< i hope i'm not bothering you
(contâd)Â iâm so sorry. iâm such an idiot >.< i forgot to add do we send the request now or after youâve chosen the people
ahhhh no! itâs my fault I shouldâve been more clear!
yes! please send the requests over there! when the timerâs up Iâm gonna assign a number and randomly pick winners! :D so please! send them over! my askbox is so lonely hahah!
so I had hit a milestone a while ago and made a follow forever, but Iâd like to show some more of my appreciation.
I will write 15 drabbles (500w ~ 1,000w) for 15 lovely followers and senpais. But they will be chosen randomly.
For my mutual followers, there will be a pool for you guys too :D Iâll adjust the numbers based on how many submissions I get!
Rules:
Must be following me (Iâll check! This is a follower appreciation event after all)
Only reblogs. Likes DO NOT count.
May reblog as many times as youâd like, but letâs not spam your followers hmm?Â
Please send all requests here (this is my fanfic sideblog). You donât have to follow, but it might be easier to receive your drabble!
What can I request?
Pairing: any exo ship or a self insert (exo member x you)
AU (optional): any alternate universe (ex: coffeeshop!au, harrypotter!au, flowershop!auâŚetc)
Prompt (optional): a picture, a word, a sentence, a song, anything!
Deadline: Mar 28th 10pm EST [timer]Â I apologize that I couldnât get this together sooner. next week is my spring break sooo
On Saturday at around 11:30pm, I will make a post with all the ones that I picked as well as a notification to all the winners!
Again, all requests must be sent to my writing sideblog here only for sorting purposes. All actual posts will be posted here and will be reblogged onto that site so if you want to follow that as well, thatâs fine.
They danced one more time many years later at Yifan and Yixingâs wedding.
Their eyes met from across the room and the celebration and music on the dance floor were immediately forgotten. Kyungsooâs heart leapt when the low lights seemed to dim in the glow of recognition in Jonginâs smile.
Nodding in his direction, Jongin strode on over, suit jacket slung over his shoulder. But not before turning back briefly to whisper in another young manâs ear who stood by his side. Kyungsoo remembered Sehun, the choir boy a year younger who had a mischievous smile that even back then caught many hearts.
In a breath, Jongin was standing there, gazing down at Kyungsoo with shining eyes.
âHello.â It was the same greeting ages ago except now without the question mark, as if there was no question of their relationship anymore.
Kyungsoo tried a smile. âHey.â He hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt.
Jongin didnât seem to notice and if he did, he didnât say so. âYou changed your hair,â he commented.
âYou too,â Kyungsoo replied, tugging self-consciously on the black locks.
He was already noting how the color of Jonginâs hair had deepened to a soft tawny-brown. He didnât push it back as he had back then and it somehow made the taller seem more youthful. It was as if Jongin hadnât aged at all in those years while Kyungsoo was still growing older.
How ironic that it was Jongin who had moved on.
Jonginâs eyes were still trailing over Kyungsooâs hair and it was so intense that Kyungsoo could almost feel the gaze like fingers combing through against his scalp.
âI liked it better red,â he murmured, doe eyes misty. âReminded me ofâŚâ
âAutumn leaves.â
The crinkles at the corners appeared again and Kyungsoo canât help the heavy lightness in his chest. âYou remembered.â
âWhy did you change yours?â
âSehun liked it better this way, thinks Iâm too flashy with it pushed back.â
âHeâs right.â
âWhoâs side are you on?â
That night, Kyungsoo danced with him one more time, knowing full well that Jonginâs heart already belonged to Sehun.
He enjoyed it, though, being with Jongin like this. He didnât care about the future.
Mostly because Jongin wasnât going to be part of his.
