#🪼 | talking

[straydogkins]

'Under the sea' kin edit prompt ask game~!

Feel free to use these as prompts, an ask game, ect! Feel free to specify a specific kin you want to see edited for and/or send in multiple of the same prompt!

I tried to make these friendly to both past life/spiritual kin and people who kin with no memories, but feel free to use whatever wording or prompts you feel like!

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🦀- A general edit based around [kin]!

🦞- Edit based around a hobby, interest or passion you had as [kin] or a hobby, interest or passion you associate with [kin]

🦐- An edit about the most important relationship from your time as [kin] or an edit of comfort character linking to [kin]!

🐙- An edit based around a song you remember as [kin] or a song you associate with [kin]!

🪸- An edit based around your identity (ie LGBTQ+, race, disability, ect) as [kin], or a 'headcanon' of [kin]!

🐡- Edit based around a comfort character from your memories or the source [kin] is from!

🐠- Edit based around fashion you wore as [kin] or fashion you associate with [kin]!

🐬- An edit based around what you looked like in your canon as [kin], or what you think [kin] should look like!

🐳- An edit based around the world you lived in as [kin], or an edit based around where you would live as [kin]!

🪼- An AU/Canon divergent [kin] edit, or an edit involving [kin] in an AU!

🦑- An edit based around your strongest memory, or scene that gives you the most 'kin feels'!

🦪- A favorite food from your time as [kin] or a food that reminds you of [kin]!

🦭- A sad memory from [kin], or a sad scene from [kin] source!

🐚- A happy memory from [kin], or a happy scene from [kin] source!

🦈- Free edit or an edit prompt you can make up!

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Bonus writing based prompts!

🌊- Talk about your life as [kin], or about [kin] in general!

💧- Talk about a comfort character from [kin] life, or a comfort character linking to [kin]!

🏖️- Talk about something about [kin] that makes you happy, or something about kinning in general that makes you happy!

🌈- Anything else you want to talk about or free writing prompt!

[straydogkins]

Thank u sm for the mention!!!!

green and blue!

green: do you have a common pet peeve that you get/got in your requests?

People not saying please / thank you , people who don't read the rentry or check the tags to see if we've done the rq or can do it. Also people who use tone indicators despite us finding them Unhelpful

blue: do you have favorite editors? is there any specific reasoning for your choosing?

@iconcupid my bf !! Also my friends at @editarcana , @straydogkins , @blueberrybunic , @destinyfaces !! I also adore the edits I see from @ideallyadored :]

[jjunberry]

kai with idol fem reader who’s part of a gg 😭😭🙏

KAI AND HIS IDOL GF

kai is your biggest fan.

no one is a bigger stan of your group than he is.

obviously you’re his bias, he has all of your photocards.

learns every dance to your songs and you learn his, tiktok dance videos are a given.

he gets shy whenever moa mentions you during lives.

“how’s y/n?” he hides his face and giggles. “she’s okay! she’s preparing a comeback.”

the ship edits go crazy. literally every moa and your fandom edit every interaction they get.

it took awhile for the companies to confirm the relationship but everyone already knew.

you don’t have a personal instagram but believe you’re included in kai’s photodumps. all the comments point you out.

the rest of txt adore you! “y/n get kai he’s being annoying.” - beomgyu at some point.

moral of the story kai adores you. you’re literally the love of his life. i mean just look at his phone case your pc is in there!

[singeryuri]

Ykw quick shout-out to selfshippers who for any reason dislike the popular ships in whatever fandom their f/o is from. Shout-out to everyone who has to block a bunch of ship tags or who can't go into their f/o's tag without seeing some kind of ship art they dislike or feel uncomfortable with.

Your discomfort is fully valid and you know your f/os best! They adore you, no matter what the fandom says, even if there's a lot of people who say otherwise or ship them with other characters, I promise.

pro.shippers this doesn't apply to you, get out

[patchiko]

what do u think ak!jays love language (i think that’s what it’s called 😭) is? also, what type of love language do you think he’d like?? like acts of service, words of affirmation, etc.

also random headcanon but i feel like both ak and comic jay r both good cooks it’s just the vibe i get

-🪽anon

Ahkendidhso Ive written about this before but my brainrot my lovely 🪽 anon…

tw; religious themes but their very very very super metaphorical i pinky swear chat. #i love religious themes as a way to metaphorically talk about devotion

Jason Todd is as devoted to his lover as a martyr to their grace. His faith to his loved one is almost insufferable at its core.

Like in a,’ My lungs only breathe because I have faith in your purity. ’ way, so anyways yeah Quality Time and Acts Of Service.

Quality Time- Jaaon can barely pry himself from your presence at times, and yet he does. Though every moment he’s away from you feels sardonic, like that viscous black ooze that he’s named ‘hate’ is getting bigger. Once he even gets a moment of your time his mind melts. He slowly allows himself to indulge in your presence, but in the most unhealthy way possible. Jason tried to keep himself away, he really did, but he always found his feet dragging to you.

Maybe its the little sacrificial lamb in him, the yearn for a greater good in his destruction. Thats what he believe he was conditioned to be, ’The Greater Good.’ Batman cleaned him from the dirt-stricken filth of Gotham alleyways; Batman would make his coat pure and holy, he learned to achieve that ‘Greater-Good’ when Batman wrapper that rope around his neck and lead him to that devil, or saint, he couldn’t tell the two apart sometimes. They both look the same as his depraved reflection.

When his red branded rebirth came he couldn’t help himself trotting to you like the holy little lamb he was conditioned to be. You, the only compass he had, a sense of direction he couldn’t bear to lose. He sits in your presence waiting for his rapture. When not, he’s stuck in a state where can’t tell if he’s more scared of being lost or alone. Jason finds he’s neither when with you, with you he’s stained red but his neck is no longer painfully warm, his body can be mangled, his mind can be mortal. He always trots back to you, because it is the first place he is welcomed to with open arms, yes, you are the warm light of the heavens he was conditioned to bask in. The personification where the death of his self is meant to be.

Acts Of Service - I believe this side of him comes more when its towards the part of the relationship where he’s most comfortable! He’ll run errands, do your dishes, maybe if the guilt of getting your floor a little bloodied gets to him he’ll pay your rent. It takes him awhile to loosen up and stop acting like a house maid. He still does everything he can for you but in an mundane way, like a little routine. (like a little wife omg chat i love him)

Whenever he slips through that window he takes armor off and sets them down on your floor. He’ll walk over to where you sit and kiss you on the cheek, whispering in your ear on how he ordered take out. He’ll come back to you with clean clothes and washed hair, sitting close to you, yet not closer if not allowed.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, for he always finds his way back to your side. A gentle giant, neither of you can keep yourselves away from each other; tenderly caring for each others needs. With you, he gave up on his divided sense of pride, his fundamentals and foundations that gave his name meaning were reckoned meaningless, he gave it up and swallowed the bitter pill of which he found the unsatisfactory taste of forgiveness; and with that pill he allowed himself to grieve.

He’s much like a Saint Bernard now, he can guide people to the place they believe to be heavens for their sake of peace. He holds someone in his arms the way they need to be held, he says those things that make someone think, leading them back to the path they left. But most of all he always comes running back to you.

sorry chat this is so bitter sweet i love his self destructive mentality that would take him decades to weed out.

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]

[bettertwin1]

I think i have really good ideas but my dreadfully selfish soul gets mad at the idea of someone else using my ideas

[qprconcepts]

to the anon who said i deserve the world please know that this blog is one of my most long standing hobbies/commitments that bring me joy too like i literally love all of you so much!!! and as long as I am standing i will try to continue blogging about love for you all

(this is legit me yall^^ -r)

[godheimm]

this is my favorite interaction in the whole event lmfaooo

[straydogkins]

This blog will be less active than this one I'm literally just reblogging it because we're going to be trying some new edit stuff here.

Welcome~ This is a personal/experimental edit blog ran by Doggie Et Al- no promotion is needed I just want to show off my swag edit skills.

[leclerced]

need skin to skin with oscar

like he is kinda twink but also has like fluffy bear like arms ? i just wanna lay shirtless on top of him shirtless like fresh out the shower when your skin is still sticky with steam and your thoughts are quieter and all you are thinking about is how much you love eachother… anyways!

-🪼🪼🪼

i love his twink body. he looks so soft, and he does have fluffy bear arms. perfect description.

he’d fall asleep like that every time, it’s so warm and relaxing and he’s so comfortable that it’s inevitable. it’s his favorite way to fall asleep. you can feel each other’s heartbeats where your chests are pressed together, a little faster from the hot shower and maybe an attempt at shower sex before someone almost slipped. oscar rubs your back, his pruned fingers dragging against your sticky skin in a way that should be annoying but you love. you know he’s asleep when his hand stills on your back and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling underneath yours slows. the puffs of air from his nose against your skin are softer too, and you wait for him to fall asleep just for that moment. sometimes, it’s midday and you took a shower before running errands or something, and you have to wake him to get ready, but most of the time it’s before bed and you get to let yourself fall asleep with him like that.

[straydogkins]

Hiiii~☆ I'm Mod Nikolai, and welcome to StrayDogKins.

Promo time~☆

I don't know a lot of kin or edit blogs, but I'm going to tag @blackmesa-vr, @dreamcrush and anyone else who wants to promote us!

If you want to be removed please lmk and I'll remove you immidietly.

[jjunberry]

haii!! idk if u do thoughts but if u do…

thoughts on changbin and manhandling??? i jus think it would be so hot… esp wit his muscles…

ur “can i be ur boyfriend” fic was so good!! i’m excited to see what else u write for skz!

MANHANDLED! SEO CHANGBIN

oh he’s so into that.

he loves that he strong and can lift you, toss you, hold you still. it turns him on when he can lift you and toss you around. i think he’s favorite way to man handle you is lifting you.

changbin’s hands gripping your hips as he lifts you against the wall. your legs wrapping around his waist. lord…

he could have you wrapped around him and he’d sit up holding you before fucking you while standing.

he’s in the gym? he’s benching your weight or you there’s no inbetween.

if i’m being honest your feet never touch the ground or bed. not when he’s got you pinned against the wall or holding you down in bed.

it gets better if you’re being a brat. will toss you onto the bed. hold you up against the dresser, kitchen counter pretty much any surface available.

all in all changbin is so into manhandling.

[singeryuri]

I need to hear this right now so I'll put it out there for anyone else who needs it:

Selfshippers whose f/os have "canon" love interests, I love you.

If you selfship with the love interest in some way as well, or have their relationship changed in your canon to being friends or something else, or if you fully ignore their existence, I love you.

And guess what? So does your f/o! Your f/o loves you more than anyone or anything else, no matter what anyone, even their source material, says, and they hope you always know that. They told me themself!

You mean the world to them, and nothing will ever change their mind, or make them feel any different about you. They love you.

pro.ship + adjacent do not interact

[acidinduceddaydreams]

One true love?

Yang Jeongin x reader

Synopsis: He fell first she fell harder type of thing except she allows herself to get in the way of love.

Warning: Abandonment, religious themes

A/n: hiii, I hope you like this🫣. Not very happy with how this turned out. Not sure what to think?

Father Jeongin was a man of quiet resolve, his eyes often lost in the flickering candlelight that danced upon the chapel walls. His hands, rough and calloused from a lifetime of devotion, gently turned the pages of the ancient text before him, the whispers of its parchment echoing through the stillness. The silver crucifix around his neck glinted in the soft glow, a symbol of his unwavering faith. His days were filled with the rhythmic chant of prayers, the gentle confessions of his parishioners, and the comforting embrace of solitude. Yet, in the quiet corners of his heart, a restlessness grew.

Sister Y/N, with her eyes as deep as the night sky and a smile that could warm the coldest of souls, had unknowingly captured his attention. Her dedication to her vows was inspiring, but it was the way she moved through the world that truly drew him in—like a dancer in silent grace, her every step a prayer. Her laughter was the sweetest hymn that filled the hallowed halls of the convent, and her kindness, a gentle balm to the weary. Yet she remained aloof, retreating into the shadows when his gaze lingered too long.

The priest wrestled with his burgeoning feelings, seeking counsel in the scriptures and the quiet whispers of the divine. He knew his love was forbidden, a flame that threatened to consume the very fabric of his existence. Still, he could not deny the warmth that spread through him when she was near, nor the ache that grew in his chest when she was gone.

One evening, as the last light of day seeped through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the stone floor, he decided to confront his emotions. He approached Sister Y/N with trembling hands, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sister," he began, "I must confess to you something that has been weighing heavily upon my soul."

Her eyes, usually a tranquil sea of understanding, searched his face with a hint of concern. "Father Jeongin, what is it?" she asked, her gentle tone a stark contrast to the turmoil he felt within.

He took a deep breath, his words heavy with emotion. "Sister, I... I find myself drawn to you in a way that is not of God's will. I want us to leave this place, to live a life together beyond these walls." The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of his desire.

Sister Y/N's expression froze, her hands clutching the edges of her habit as if to hold herself together. She stepped back, her eyes wide with shock. "Father," she managed to say, her voice trembling, "you know this cannot be."

Father Jeongin's heart sank, but he pressed on, his voice filled with a desperation he had never before allowed to surface. "I know it's against our vows, but I believe that God understands the depth of human emotion. Our love could be a testament to his grace, a beacon in the dark."

“We gave our lives to God. Don’t you think He would want us to be happy?” His words like daggers echo within her.

“That’s not the vows we took and you know it. As soon as we leave religious life that’s a mask come off and you’ll see me. The real me and from that point on you won’t be able to run back.”

“I’d never run from you.” And maybe for the first time she believed it.

Sister Y/N closed her eyes, her face a mask of inner conflict. When she opened them again, they shone with unshed tears. "Father," she said softly, "you are a good man, and I cherish your friendship. But our paths are set by divine will, not by the whims of our hearts. We are devoted to serving others, not to ourselves."

Ignoring her words, driven by a force greater than his fear of divine retribution, Father Jeongin leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tentative at first, seeking permission, but when she didn't pull away, it grew bolder, filled with the passion he had long suppressed. Sister Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, she yielded to the warmth of his touch, her body responding to a feeling she had never allowed herself to experience.

Her heart raced as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. The scent of incense and candle wax mingled with the faint floral scent of her soap, creating a heady aroma that seemed to intoxicate him further. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the beating of their hearts and the gentle sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet sanctity of the chapel.

As the kiss deepened, Sister Y/N felt the walls of her resolve begin to crumble. The warmth of his embrace was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and the tenderness in his touch seemed to reach into the very core of her being. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to consider the possibility of a life beyond the confines of the convent, a life where she could be loved and love in return.

When they finally parted, she looked up at him, her eyes swimming with conflicted emotions. "Father," she murmured, "I... I need time to pray on this." Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, but the tremor in it spoke volumes.

Father Jeongin nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. He released her gently, his hands lingering on her arms for a moment longer than necessary. "I will await your decision," he said, hope and longing in his eyes. "But know that I will be here for you, regardless of what you choose."

Days turned into weeks, and the tension grew palpable between them. Sister Y/N found solace in her prayers, seeking guidance from the very deity that had seemingly led her to this impossible crossroads. Her dreams were filled with the warmth of Father Jeongin's embrace, yet her waking moments were haunted by the fear of eternal damnation. Her vows were not merely words spoken in haste; they were the very essence of her identity, the foundation upon which she had built her life.

One evening, as the moon cast a silvery glow through the chapel windows, she found her resolve crumbling. The longing in Father Jeongin's eyes mirrored her own, and she knew she could no longer deny the truth of her heart. With trembling hands, she penned a note, her heart aching with every stroke of the quill. "Father," it read, "I have wrestled with my soul, and though it brings me great pain, I must admit that I feel the same. Let us leave together, and may God forgive us for choosing the path of love."

The following dawn, they met in the deserted garden, their hearts pounding in unison like the wings of a single dove. The dew-kissed petals of the roses seemed to whisper their secrets to the wind as they held each other tightly, the weight of their decision a tangible presence between them. Sister Y/N had packed a small bag with her few possessions, her habit folded neatly inside—a symbol of the life she was leaving behind.

Father Jeongin's eyes searched hers, seeking reassurance in the depths of her soul. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. "Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked, his voice a soft caress in the early morning air.

Sister Y/N nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I am," she whispered. "Our hearts may lead us astray, but they also guide us to truths we dare not ignore."

With a shared nod, they slipped away from the convent, the cobblestone path echoing with the hollowness of their footsteps. The outside world was a whirlwind of color and sound, so starkly different from the muted tones of their cloistered existence. They found refuge in a small cottage on the outskirts of town, a place where they could live out their days in peace, free from the judgment of their former lives.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of emotion. They reveled in the simplicity of their shared existence—cooking meals, tending to the garden, and exploring the depths of their love. Yet, the shadows of their past clung to them, a silent reminder of the vows they had left behind. Sister Y/N, now just Y/N, often found herself lost in thought, her eyes drifting to the horizon as if searching for the comfort of the familiar steeples that had once been her home.

One morning, Father Jeongin awoke to an empty bed, the sheets still warm from her touch. Panic surged through him as he called her name, his voice echoing through the cottage. But she was gone, leaving only a single page on the nightstand, bathed in the soft light of dawn. The note, her handwriting as delicate as a spider's web, brought him to his knees.

"Father," it began, the word now a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. "I cannot bear the weight of our love any longer. I have prayed, and I have wept, but the answer is clear. I must return to the convent. Forgive me for the pain I have caused you, and for the vows I could not keep." The paper trembled in his hand, the ink blurring as his eyes filled with tears.

He read the note over and over, willing the words to change, but they remained steadfast, as final as the sunrise that painted the room in shades of gold. His heart felt as if it had been ripped from his chest, leaving a hollow ache that no prayer could fill. She was gone, and with her, the brief illusion of a life together.

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]