This Man Is Hot

All I want is some Yandere Malcolm Bright imagines and stories, is that too much to ask

I need more din djarin x reader, you people don’t understand my current obsession with this man in his mandalorian armour.

♡ Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

♡ Warnings: 18+, each part will be tagged appropriately, but reader has no physical descriptions minus hair being pullable, implied age gap (but make it your own), agreed upon dom/sub relationship

♡ Notes: ty @cafekitsune for the divider & sorry, I can't make moodboards to save my actual life 😅

Stories:

♡ A Sweet Arrangement ~ wc: 3,374

♡Late night devil put your hands on me ~ wc: 2,278

I need this right now 💥💳💥💳💥💳

If Grogu chooses the armor, then he will be a Jedi no more, and Din was declared ‘a mandalorian no more’ so then they both will have chosen a whole different way of life because of the other.

I love this idea, yandere JungKook in among us, BEST IDEA EVER

not an imposter | j.jk

☁︎ summary: You were wrongly accused as an imposter and everyone decided to vote you out. Everyone but Jeon Jungkook.

☁︎ pairing: Jungkook x reader

☁︎ genre: angst | yandere!jungkook | imposter!jungkook | crewmate!reader | Among Us au because why not

☁︎ warnings: none

☁︎ word count: 808

☁︎ a/n: lmao I should be in online class, sorry for being short 

masterlist 

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“Y/N!”

Everyone watched pitifully as Jungkook banged on the glass windows, screaming out your name, yelling at you to come back. He watched helplessly as you floated away into the void. He didn’t even care if everyone had to watch, he wanted you back.

“It wasn’t her,” he chanted, exhausted. Tears rolled down his face until he was a complete sobbing mess on the floor.

“It wasn’t her.”

It was absolutely painful, seeing the strongest of them all… breaking down and exposing his vulnerability to everyone. He had always been the one who constantly helped everyone with tasks, guiding everyone when sabotages occur. Seeing him now like this broke them.

Jaewon, who had already proven himself to be a crewmate, put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder in attempt to comfort him. He wasn’t one to comfort others, but he couldn’t just stand back while one of them broke down in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” he muttered. He was one of the crewmates who had suspected you for so, so long now. Of course, he was relieved to see you get thrown out away, but it was also heartbreaking to see Jungkook like this.

“Come back to me,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, until the only sound to be heard in the room were his sobs.

Jaewon then looked back at everyone who had been watching him cry the whole time.

“Give her back,” he muttered, looking up at the crewmates. His eyes were something no one had ever seen before. They weren’t sure if it was a murderous glint they saw in his eyes or if it was simply just his way of grieving for a friend.

They all looked at each other, exchanging glances, not knowing what to do.

They had to do it. It was kill or be killed. What else could they have done? They couldn’t afford to lose another crewmate to an imposter. They had to take you out. Otherwise, another one would die. They knew better than to ignore their guts. It was the right thing to do, isn’t it?

Isn’t it?

It was only fair. Whoever gets voted out had to be thrown away. Those were the rules. They can not give second chances. Second chances only meant more deaths. If they can’t throw you out, who else would they have thrown out?

“TAKE HER BACK,” he screamed one more time. This time, his voice cracked. He kept banging on the window. Someone had to pull him away before he throws himself out to try and save you.

“Jungkook please,” Jinsoo, a crewmate, pleaded as he held Jungkook, keeping him as far away from the window as much as possible before he manages to actually break it. He was, after all, the strongest of them all.

“Get off!” He exclaimed as he elbowed him right in the stomach. Jinsoo immediately backed away, clutching his stomach in pain.

There was nothing they can do.

Everyone knew Jungkook very well. He had always been one who was unable to vote, since he was indecisive and skipped voting everytime. He was, however, the most valuable member of the crew.

Of course, it couldn’t have been Jungkook. He had been helping everyone with their tasks, guiding an entire group of people to their responsibilities, he couldn’t have been the imposter.

Everyone else had been behind him the entire time.

Everyone but you.

Who else could the imposter have been? When they found the dead body, you were the only one separated from the rest.

Of course… unless if one of the members in that group was smart enough to kill someone and going unnoticed. But that can’t be the case, can it?

…can it?

One by one, the crewmates left the cafeteria, leaving Jungkook alone to grieve for you. They couldn’t do anything else. You had been a suspect for too long, they can’t ignore that. It was best if they leave Jungkook and give him space and time to move on.

Jungkook cried and screamed, yelling out your name in hopes that you would at least hear him one last time.

One last time.

You floated away in the void. Your body was motionless. You might as well be dead.

“Y/n,” he muttered, sniffling one last time.

He didn’t even realise that the rest of the group had already left. He stood alone right in front of the mirror. He’s seen dead bodies before. This was different. It was you.

“It wasn’t her,” he chanted. “It wasn’t her it wasn’t her.”

Jungkook leaned against the wall, exhausted. He couldn’t do anything to help you. He rested his forehead against the glass, his eyes still focused on your body.

He didn’t mean for it to be this way.

“It was me.”

It was clear what he needed to do.

They all need to go.

Listen,  stop tagging your fics with characters that have no damn relevance to the fic itself. Bucky fics do not need to be tagged Sam, Loki fics do not need to be tagged Thor,  Tom Hiddleston fics do not need to tagged Chris Hemsworth (that goes for pics too. Please stop that shit).    Some of us want to read and see the actual person whose tag we are visiting. 

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

Please help a bihhh out yall!

ok for the hoes like me who have a size kink I need y’all to post yall favorite photos of Henry that showcases it. I honesty should have out them in a folder (for reasons 😏) but I’m tryna explain to my home girl why specifically Henry is the king of my size kink with the receipts 😩