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aaaa thank you! glad I could provide some wifi free entertainment!!! hehe

there’s actually a sequel up now which is all mg pov, if you’re ever interested! and thank you 🥹❤️❤️❤️ archiveofourown.org/works/64138150

and i'm guilty worse than red hot dreams when you lay dreaming next to me iyr Summary: “Yunho wakes in a dream. It’s a good dream, at least - infused with that syrupy relief of waking up from a forgetting-your-homework nightmare to find it’s a Saturday morning, but without even the missing-a-step swoop of unease that comes before. Warmth suffuses his limbs, tingling out from a pool of building heat in the pit of his stomach to slowly bring his hands and feet to life, twisting in the sheets below him as he wrinkles his nose against the pillow beneath his face, scrubbing back and forth across the fabric like a kitten cuddling into in a blanket. What’s significantly less aw-shucks-cute-animal-boomer-facebook-group wholesome, though, is the wetness behind his thighs, and the building sense of fullness in his ass.” or: Mingi and Yunho have a slow morning in.

aww crap just realized i never posted my one (1) #kinktober here (bc i forgot to use this acct until like 3 days ago)

🛏️ and i'm guilty worse than red hot dreams when you lay dreaming next to me
💤 NSFW/E, 2.9k
💤 bottom yh/top mg
💤 consensual somno, light choking and overstim

ao3.org/works/72101851

I thank you for your murder puppy services

I really really enjoy writing monster pov, and my favourites so far have been sea monster yh in down among the monsters (mortal grandchild of sea god with human and monster ghost shark forms), and axolotl-human predator hybrid hj in call you mine

ehe

a screenshot from ellipsus, reading "Jung Wooyoung walks back into Hongjoong's life right as the sun disappears over the horizon. Coming in from the backyard like she had been the star itself, as if she'd hopped straight out of the sky and into the living room on long golden legs and bare feet. She is still breathtaking, just like Hongjoong thought she would be when she let herself wonder in the dark. She's leaned now into the body of a man, wide-shouldered and pouting even as he starts to smile. Her wide and crooked fingers are tucked between his bicep and his ribs, curled around thick muscle. Hongjoong has no right to feel her stomach thrashing about it. That reality doesn't stop the fact that it is, anyway."

i haven't had much writing time this week but here, have a snippet of sapphic topaz --

writing home again somehow ?

finally, my unbeatable habit of paragraph long sentences pays off

more werewolf mg/zoi yh yungi for ur time. yes this is a cursed pwp crack idea that grew horrible giant slavic folktale shaped wings

thank you for loving them!!!!! ♥️💖♥️💖❤️💕❤️💕❤️

I loooooved this urban fantasy haunted house fic from @nelliedae.bsky.social

huge recommendation if you haven't read it yet!! (tags in reply)

archiveofourown.org/works/687168...

Moodboard Top, left to right: grey haired Mingi, a grey wolf stalking a black bird, and a feather on fire Middle left to right: grey wolf in grass close up, black bird flying against full moon in purple sky, white borzoi with red mask and saddle laying in grass Bottom left to right: two dirt paths converging in lush green woods, white borzoi with red mask and saddle standing in lush green woods and looking up into the trees, Yunho with reddish blond hair

"I keep trying to tell you, NAME, but he's not a collie-" Out in the thicket of trees that encircled them, a low growl sounded from a too long face. From the corner of his eye, Mingi could see a ghostly blur of silky blond fur skulk from behind one tree to another on long, stilted legs, and he pulled himself up higher against the trunk of the one he'd collapsed against, gritting his teeth against the pain, before he continued, "-and he's not a retriever-" —the blur in the trees lurked closer, long mouth still open but silent now beneath its gleaming eyes as it moved through the darkness, limbs elongated almost supernaturally in the thin wisps of moonlight that snuck through the bare branches above, a moon that even at its apex held no pull upon it, a moon it ignored with steadfast disregard even as that light lit up the luster of its coat around it like a glowing shield— "he's a fucking wolfhound." NAME's face twisted in fear, then, and, bulging muscle coiled like so many springs beneath the sleek waves that hung off its deep chest and hulking frame like warning flags, the beast leaped from beyond the last barrier of the forest, and struck.

Later, as they walked out together from the misty woods, Yunho slowly licking the blood, scattered flecks of human gore, and (from when NAME had tried in vain to shift halfway through Yunho's teeth clamping down on his neck) werewolf fur, Mingi sighed up in annoyance at the moon before opening his mouth to say, "I did keep trying to tell him you weren't a golden retriever or a collie or some shit. Like, literally every time he brought it up, at all those accord meetings, every time, and he just—" Yunho grinned silently at that, and just knocked their elbows together as they walked out past the last copse of moonlit, mist shrouded trees into the crunching gravel of the trailhead where they'd parked. The goofy, friendly tilt of his smile, even on his significantly less elongated human face, reminded Mingi of nothing so strongly as a funny video he'd once seen of one of Yunho's true, fully canine distant cousins, visions of socks with googly eyes and singing muppets echoing faintly in his head, but the lazy, rambling walk as they neared their car, the quiet, latent power coiled in Yunho's lanky limbs, whispered of something even truer to something even deeper in Mingi's hindbrain. Something alien. Something uncanny. Something dangerous, even — especially - to a wolf. Mingi shivered imperceptibly, then, trying to shake it off, and reached out as they finally reached their car to tug open the door, not bothering to wait for the beep at a press from the fob. Anyone out here this late probably had a lot better, or at least shadier, things to do than trying car doors to find an easy steal, so they'd left it unlocked

lips, Mingi felt that uncanny shiver from before trying to make its way up his spine once more. He spared one last thought to NAME and his ignorance, his arrogance, all left to rot in a now unrecognizable pile at the foot of a blood splattered tree. "I kept telling him, not a collie, not a lab, wolfhound, you're a wolfhound..." He shrugged it off again, looking off across the trailhead parking lot to where the sun had begun to break against the already lightening sky, and distantly registered the sound of gravel crunching under bare feet as Yunho walked around the back of the car to throw his bloodied wet wipe into the trunk, then continued on before stopping to lean in, nearly through Mingi's window, with his forearms up on the top of the driver's side door. Mingi stared steadfastly through the windshield, key poised in the ignition, resisting (with a downright Herculean effort, in Mingi's humble and unbiased opinion) the urge to peer too keenly, too openly, at where that breaking light illuminated the planes of Yunho's face mere inches away from his own through the open car window, where it caught like summer sunlit cornsilk in the shining waves of his hair, where it caressed the long lines of the muscles, bulging slightly, in his arms, where they were braced above them both through the too thin barrier of the driver's side door. Yunho leaned in further through the window, the shadow of that strange, goofy grin still in the lines of his face and directed square at Mingi, before he finally replied, with a lackadaisical shrug, "His funeral."

fuck it, werewolf mg/(russian) wolfhound yh magical realism au w/ full shift hybrids bc every day can be #wipwednesday if you have joy, whimsy, and the lingering spirit of halloween in ur heart. still taking villain name suggestions sorry

#ateezfic #yungi

When it comes down to it, the door’s still just a tattoo, even if it is a mystery. Yeah, it’s a door, and an unfamiliar one for everyone on board, but it’s not a door they can open. Jongho’s probably pretty grateful about that.

⭐️ The Trembling Hands Remember
⭐️ sh/mg
⭐️ E
⭐️ 9.7k
⭐️ Mothman AU 👀
⭐️ Mingi’s been seeing things.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72772396

it’s great that you’re back and writing!! and I’m sure I’ll be back pretty soon, I’ve been around a long time and I’m not remotely tired of atz, just fandom behaviour and decreasing support for creatinies in general

Tbh I’m fairly sure it’s ai generated, not plagiarism, so I probably just need to leave it, and this is just how it’s going to be these days

I probably won’t be around much for a bit, I think, but I’ll still be writing! sometimes you just have to not be here, you know how it is? and then you come back later, most likely

I’d be less pissed if they’d tag it, but they deliberately state on one fic that even though they use the em dash, it’s not because of ai! So they’re definitely trying to say they wrote these

I would actually hope you’d need evidence, this is a big accusation to throw around. Ugh.

a man holds a microphone in front of a sign that says idol di ALT: a man holds a microphone in front of a sign that says idol di

but also, hello!!!

hey hey!! I’m around, I’m just struggling a bit with fandom vibes lately, and then I came across the second yungi writer who is pretty sure is using AI and I’m just laying kinda low, trying to get back to writing instesd

scientist Sangie, you will never be forgotten!!!!

I also have this, lol

I love that Jongho just GETS Yeosang

omg this is PERFECT, I love it, I love all of them, were you remembering his old experiment 😭

A jumbo-sized plastic jar of gummy bears had been included in their green room snacks this time. Possibly because it was getting close to Jongho’s birthday, but if there had been a note with them at the beginning, it was long gone now and he hadn’t seen it. It didn’t matter; intended or not, he’s getting a gift from it now: watching Yeosang line them all up on the table. Yeosang had been early in the hair and makeup schedule for the day, so he’s porcelain perfect, hair in waves that mean he can’t lie down anywhere to sneak a nap, biting his tongue just a little as he arranges his gummy bear grid with serious concentration. In the background, Mingi starts singing at the top of his lungs. Yeosang doesn’t even blink. Jongho shifts closer, not wanting to raise his voice unnecessarily. “Is there a pattern?” “There needs to be a good distribution of colors.” Jongho nods, looking at the arrangement with a newly critical eye. It does look like Yeosang has been keeping any one color from clumping up. “What are they doing?” Yeosang pulls another gummy bear out of the jar. A red one this time. He sets it in front of all the other bears, facing them. “Listening to you sing.”

Jongsang, gummy bears for @rrnchg.bsky.social

“Mingi-ssi, please show Wooyoung-ssi around for his first day.” And with that, their boss left, leaving Mingi staring at his new charge, frozen as he tried to figure out what exactly he needed to do. He hadn’t even known they were filling a position in this department. What was Wooyoung even here to do? Wooyoung smiled at him. This did not help Mingi get his shit together. He swallowed, probably a little to obviously. Wooyoung’s smile softened almost imperceptibly into something less polite, more natural. “Hey. I like your bracelets.” Mingi reached over to spin one of the beaded ones, brain coming at least partially back online. “Thanks, I made them.” Wooyoung’s eyes lit up in excitement, his smile became a grin, and Mingi’s brain crashed again. This was going to be a long day, Mingi could tell. But maybe not a bad one.

Woogi, first day at work for @nelliedae.bsky.social (crossposted)

@jumanjiicostco.bsky.social @tinyrat-thief.atiny.social thank you guys so much 😭😭 I got a comment this morning that wasn’t super bad but just threw me a bit, so it was so nice coming here and seeing excitement for it?? I send hugs!!!! thank you ❤️💖💕💕💖

Declaration update!! Go check it out!!

(It’s at the very top of my tbr)