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This network is for creators looking to grow and improve in terms of their skills and their final projects. It serves as a platform for those who are looking to make new friends who not only connect on a personal level but also share the same interest, dem boiz. Through this network you can work on collabs, receive mentor support on your projects, be able to access a beta reader, receive and provide advice, fangirl, chat with other admins, promo each other and build a strong circle of friends in the tumblr community who will have your back in terms of both your work and much needed support. 

This network seeks out members who are creators in the fields of writing, art, digital art, editing, video editing, etc. You do not have to be an expert in your field of preference, its a chance to grow. And if you do consider yourself an expert, than its a place to help others. If you’re not a creator but wish to be, please still apply, its a great chance to learn! You will still have to submit your best attempt along with the application :)

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Deadline: June 11th, 2017

Goodluck <3 

-Ray 

Red Eye

Word Count: 1,286

Genre: Smut

A/N: A little something for @bangtanscript birthday. Also a completely new subject for me as Hotline Bling is basically what got me through writing this. It was suppose to be a drabble, but it got a little out of hand…

PS. A red eye flight is when you take a plane in the middle of the night and arrive in the early morning, leave you very little time to sleep and therefore giving you red eyes.

Of course, you ended up rushing to your gate. Barely slipping through with you boarding pass waving wildly in hand. You had been at a business conference for the week and were eager to get home to your boyfriend, but evidently not eager enough to be on time for this red-eye flight. Still you manage to run through the airport in what felt like record time and you were now settling snugly in your seat.

With no one beside you, you stretched out comfortably; kicking off your shoes, loosening the collar of your shirt and folding the blanket neatly over your thighs. Everything put in place and the cabin dimming, you plan to follow suit of the other passengers and take a well deserved rest.

The ascent was nothing note worthing, and after you felt like enough time had passed you plug in your headphones to drown out any residual snores from the others. However, instead of music you hear the distinct bubbly tone of a call.

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@sugawriting @seoulscript Awwww thank you bbs 😘😘😘❤❤❤❤

On A Whim

Word Count: 2,960

Genre: Fluff/ Smutish

A/N: This as something I had half planned from over 6 months ago so bare with me because even I don’t know where this was originally suppose to go.  

Just as the music starts up you slump deeper into your chair. It was one of your best friend’s wedding and you wanted to celebrate with her, but you couldn’t help your recent break up. He was such an asshole, but along with all the anger you remembered all the good times and couldn’t help but be sad. “Come on!” Layla attempted to pull you to the dance floor “No, i’m just gonna chill,” you respond disheartened as she then moves on to annoy her own reluctant date.

You were now the only one of your friends without a guy and you didn’t want to ruin the happy atmosphere. So without much protest you get to sulking at your table as you wait for everyone to file in and the reception to start. Maia, the happy bride finally sits at the head table with an equally happy Taehyung beside her.

Clink! Clink! Her sister gets the attention of the whole room. “Thank you all for coming! We’re here to celebrate my little sis’ wedding!” a loud round of applause erupted. You zone out her words as you stare at the happy couple, they were just so happy. Even all your friends at the table were neatly paired up. Maia found someone just as spontaneous as her, Layla had a guy who cursed just as much as her; and you had thought you had found the water to your fire. However, he had proved to be more like oil.

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LOL!

Pathetic and begging for attention? LOOL! The double standard is actually unbelievable. Here you are, submitting a slew of hateful messages because you felt wronged and because people have this ‘false’ perception of you, which may I add, is completely and entirely your own doing. You don’t bat an eye when sending out hate and expect people to just sit idly by and take it but when the situation is reversed, you get all defensive? 

What’s truly pathetic is your resentment and your actions following after. You claim that she hasn’t told the actual situation but from my recollection of the entire situation, she told the story exactly as is. Exhibit A: 

She asked you  nicely to take it down to which you decided to ignore. Despite failing to ask for permission, posting it on another medium and messaging her to INFORM her that you did so, she remained calm and politely asked you to take it down. And from your message, you tried to justify your actions by stating that you are ‘kind of’ promoting her to which she never asked for, and clearly does not need. 

You, my dear need to educate yourself because you live in such a safe house bubble, believing and somehow thinking that there are no repercussions to your actions. So let me enlighten you on how you ended up in this predicament:

First account: You STOLE work. 

Second account: You were politely asked to take it down, on June 12, 2016 then asked again 8 MONTHS LATER (if you want the specific date February 12, 2017)…to which you replied: 

You never got a reply? (please refer back to exhibit A). You did. You didn’t see it and then assumed that because you didn’t see a reply (be it choosing to ignore it or not seeing it), that it was okay for you to just keep it there. And not only that, prior to changing her theme, she had a disclaimer clearly stating NOT TO TAKE HER WORK. You again chose not to see it. 

Third account: And now you are claiming that you are being wrongly interpreted. So let me ask you this. When you submitted ‘retard’, what was your intention because based on MY own interpretation, the message appeared to be sent with hateful intent. So why not enlighten us about what you meant by it? 

‘Honey’, please get off your high horse. You hold yourself at such a high standard, expecting and demanding respect when one, its a two way street. If you don’t give it you don’t receive it. Second, respect is earned, simply not given. And lastly, respect is reserved for those who deserve it. 

You feel entitled to your emotions while undermining and belittling those who express them. That’s truly pathetic. To make yourself an exception among the masses. 

authors please check cwcthserein on wattpad!!

This person has copied and pasted one shots as well as entire books from the following authors(list in order of the one shots that were stollen):

@park-jimeme @mystikimagines @seoulscript @btsbloodtearssquees @run-bts-ineedu someone on Wattpad @bangtan-wishes Wattpad again Asianfanfics @btsigot17 ao3 twice @junqkooked Can’t find @that-loser-certain-to-be-crooked @btslovestrong Can’t find @strwberrytae (have they relocated??) @9395x @wearet3rnity @exobtsimagination @hyacinth @imagines-bangtan @park-jimeme again Can’t find @mystikimagines again @seoulscripts agian Can’t find @omgbigbangtanboys

And two stories by @jungkxook I would appreciate if you reblogged to get the word out!!

@imyugyeomsgf

@bangtanscript @seoulscript what is up with this child???

Puppeteer

Word Count: 2,629

Genre: Horror + Smut

A/N: This is so twisted even I don’t know how I came up with it. BUT, it’s Halloween so it’s the perfect time for this scenario. Read at your own risk ❤️

I told Mama he was real, but she wouldn’t listen. From the day he fell of the top shelf straight into your arms that you would be together forever. Pale skin, dark eyes; and cute little strings that hung from all his joints. Yoongi is what you named him, your one and only best friend. You went everywhere together; playdates, school, the park, and even places you shouldn’t have. Even did things you shouldn’t have. Things always turned out alright though, as long as he was there. You never had to worry about all those stupid outsiders because her understood you. He was all you needed. Like that time in second grade when a boy tried to take him from you. You shouted and shouted but the boy grabbed on to Yoongi’s arm and pulled it straight off. That was the first time you heard Yoongi’s voice, when you wanted to smack the boy right there, he whispered to wait, revenge is a dish best served cold. So instead, when no one was looking you two locked up that mean boy in the lunchroom freezer overnight. In the morning he was so cold he couldn’t even speak to rat us out! From then on, his whispers grew to mumbles to a full blown voice. It was beautiful, and he knew just how to string words to give you peace of mind. He helped you through plenty of tough times; fights with mom, broken relationships, distant friends.

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Jungkook yelling FUCK YEAH!!

@seoulscript control him!

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yes people, these two are the exact same person

@seoulscript got a man who can do both

La Diablesse

Word Count: 1,133

Genre: Horror

A/N: For this scenario I wanted to put a twist on a scary story my uncle use to tell me. Of course I changed it up a bit to include this little elf, but enjoy!

                                                                                                                                          From the first day you hated this job. It had taken you to the other side or town; up winding, unkempt back roads and dirt trails. It was so out of the way and so run down that halfway through you had to ditch your car as the only path to work was over a rickety bridge that would be crushed even under the weight of your shitty Honda Civic. Even worse, your shift started at midday so you had to walk the half mile back to your car with only the accompaniment of 4 single streetlights. Walking back to your car was an eerie trip for sure, leaving the building there was a steep stone staircase leading down to the hill, ending at a long stretch of dirt road with think brush lining either side. Broken tree limps jutted out of the tall grass at awkward angles, leaving too much the the imagination as to what could be lurking just beyond sight. The overgrowth coupled with the flimsy bridge made you wonder if your company even cared about it; they already made budget cuts by moving a bunch of you out to nowhere so you wouldn’t put it past them to cut corners elsewhere.

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I absolutely love this concept

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