#( meh idk *shrug*)

[anthroparian]

i will say compared to the other games in the series. wow. the companion i chose to romance felt Meh whatever. this is maybe the first time i have come out going should i have just went with someone else...? like are they all just barely there...

[pinkyhaert]

Whats your deepest darkest desire?

Oddly specific but-

I think my deepest desire is to have a sense of belonging.

I think that's the thing I struggle the most with.

[shima-draws]

🔥+ mha because i just wanna see the world burn

I'm gonna say it. The villains are overrated and overhyped. I've actually talked about this before too. They're just so boring to me? And bland? Literally the reason why I haven't finished season 5 yet is because they switched over to the villains arc and I was like. I'm not interested in this can we PLEASE go back to the kids and see what they're doing. And this was when season 5 was releasing so I STILL haven't watched anything past that lol

Also why is everyone so obsessed with Shigaraki he's just a crusty ass little twink who throws baby tantrums when he doesn't get his way. Get a better villain

(Btw this is not an invitation for y'all to come fight with me in my inbox lmao if you like Shiggy cool good for you! I get the appeal I just don't care for him personally)

[hinamie]

Do you work on multiple art projects at once? Or do you have to finish one before starting another? If you do work on multiple at a time, how many is too many......... asking for a friend (ME, pls god help me)

Hi anon! The vast majority of the time I'm only working on one thing at a time :'> I find that what happens when I try to bench one project to work on another is I lose the motivation to come back to it entirely. My working theory as to why this happens revolves around the fact that I feel like each drawing Teaches(?) me something and shifts the expectations I have of myself--so if I put one piece aside to start and finish another, by the time the second one is done I feel like I've already surpassed the me that felt comfortably challenged and satisfied while working on the first one . So by that point if I /do/ want to try and salvage or finish the first one I feel like in order to clear the new bar that's been set I'd need to either a. redo the majority of it or b. start over entirely orz

Occasionally I will juggle multiple pieces (usually out of necessity on account of deadlines) and that's fine if it needs to happen but as far as my own workflow and Drawing Experience go i definitely don't prefer it :') If the stars could always align and I could guarantee that I would be equally enthused and motivated about all my ongoing wips then maybe things would be different but alas I have maladaptive perfectionism and hyperfixate on One (1) project at a time until I cant stand the sight of it anymore

All that being said, I'm not sure I can give a definite answer as to how many ongoing wips is too many ...? for me personally probably like 2-3 but I imagine that number is probably different for everyone . ANYWAY GOMEN this got long but I hope your friend (you) is doing ok with all your projects !! i will manifest Productivity and Inspiration but make sure not to burn yourself out ghjdsgsj <3

[lunar-lair]

and they woke up.

(OK, ONE MORE CELESTIAL AU FIC! @ashwii i swear your au is consuming me. two fics in one day. four fics total. girl . if i go REALLY feral you might get that casey jr idea ive been brewing soon, but for now, its just origin story electric boogaloo, more godly and less rebirth-y.)

Raphael woke up. 

It was sudden, and he almost jerked when he did. All of a sudden, here he was. 

He didn’t know why that was his name. Or why he was here.

He only knew his name was Raphael, and that he was the sun, and that he was to stay here and provide heat and light and warmth for this universe.

Ok, he said back. I can do that. 

It was home, anyways. He was born here, right? 

He could already stand and walk. He was already the size of a child.

But he didn’t know that that mattered at all, yet. 

He waited, a little while. It was quiet and, besides his light, a little dark. 

He wondered if he would be alone here, for however long he would live. (Forever, some mysteriously already-knowledgeable part of his brain whispered-a gift from the god himself, perhaps, Donnie would muse later on-and he thought, ok, then, forever.)

Something caught his eye, though. 

Little lights. Small little things, lighting up the sky, winking in one by one, in clusters. 

He felt a tug, like he was part of this, like he was this light alongside them, like he was part of something, someone else now. 

Leonardo woke up. 

It was slow, and soft, like a star building itself out of helium and hydrogen, like the sun rising and falling on the horizon, like the stars showing themselves on a clear night. 

He didn’t know much. Why he was here, why his name was his name. 

He woke up surrounded by light, surrounded by stars, his stars, surrounded by family and love, and all he could feel was warmth. 

They gathered around him, following him as he found himself drifting towards a tethered spot in the center of this great big void lit up only by his stars, himself, and seemingly, whatever it was (as stars gave off only so much light on their own). They called him caretaker, and father, names he didn’t question at all. It didn’t matter how young he was, that he was just born. He already knew what they were to him, what he was to them. They were part of him. They loved him and he loved them back, all of their chattering and his bright laughter back, and their nicknames for him, starshot and Leo and blue. 

He liked that name. He already knew he wanted to be called Leo. 

He finally found it, the bright light at the center of this all. He was fiery, red cloth over his face. It fit perfectly. He grinned and waved, but the bigger guy beat him to it. 

His eyebrow was raised, grin light as he asked, “Are you what’s up with the light all of a sudden?”

He gestured to him. “I should ask you the same question! And they’re not lights, they’re called stars.”

Raphael pointed to himself, grinning. “Well, my name’s Raphael. I’m the sun. I’m supposed to keep this galaxy warm.”

Leo gestured to himself in return. “Well, I’M Leonardo, and I’m the stars. They keep things tidy and light up the sky a little more! Plus, they’re all my kids and we share a very special connection.” 

Raphael huffed, crossing his arms. Ok, yeah, being all of that light in the sky is pretty cool. Plus, he’s everywhere, Raph’s just stuck here. Leo was just staring at him, though, eyebrows furrowed. “...somethin’ wrong?”

“...you’re a star, I’m sure of it,” Leo said, voice quieter all of a sudden. In some ways, it felt wrong. Everything was quiet before him, and he was so bright, so bombastic. And yet, the light he held, all over his body and all around him, was so soft, cooler than the kind Raphael let off. Like he was always meant to be bright and bold, yet mellow. 

Raphael frowned. “I don’t really feel like your kid, though.”

Leo shook his head back, tilting it and squinting like he could analyze him. “...yeah. Maybe…” He thought, and thought. He looked back up at Raphael, straight on. “It’s definitely…like, you’re one of them. You’re mine, you’re part of my family.”

Raphael nodded. “It feels like we’re sharing hearts.”

Leo laughed, soft. “Maybe my stars got their light from you.”

There was a moment of silence, a fond thing, broken by Leo snapping. 

“Brothers! That’s it.”

Raphael nodded, slow. “Yeah, that…makes sense.”

“What does?” A new voice asked, and they both jumped five feet in the air. 

Donatello woke up. 

It wasn’t jarring, but it was sudden. He adjusted to it quickly, being alive. He was here now, though he’d have to look into how he got here, and how he knew his name.

He quickly deduced what he was: a new planet’s moon. Earth, his brain supplied, and he thought, ah, I must know that because my purpose is part of being in its orbit.

He was a little ahead the other three in figuring things out, just like always. 

There were already little lights in the sky, and he knew innately he was made to reflect something’s light, so he followed the focal point and the muted sound of talking. 

Eventually, he found two other people like him. Same three fingers, same clear representation of some celestial body. He didn’t expect them to jump so high when he asked them a simple question, though. 

The one in blue held a hand to his chest, eyes wide. “Gods, you scared the stars outta me! Who are you?”

Donatello held his chin up in the air and said, very simply, “My name is Donatello, thank you very much. I’m Earth’s moon.”

The one in red tilted his head. “Earth?”

He nodded back. “Yes, that’s the name of the blue and green planet we’re all near right now. I believe I knew its name at birth due to my responsibilities including living in its orbit.”

The one in red stared blankly back at him, but the one in blue squinted for a moment before nodding and grinning, holding out a hand. “Well, I’m Leonardo! Leo for short. I’m the stars!”

Donatello nodded, and shook the offered hand. “And you can call me Donnie.” Might as well figure out nicknames now. They’re more efficient, anyways. 

The one in red held his hand out, too, once Leo had let go. He grinned, bright and wide. “I’m Raphael. Uh, Raph for short, I guess? I’m the sun!” Donnie shook hands, stuttering for a moment at the sheer warmth the boy’s hand gave off. Not to mention the completeness he felt being so near him. Maybe this is what he reflects. His grin widened, enough for his eyes to close. “Leo ‘n me have already declared each other brothers, so if you wanted to join, we’d be happy to have you!” 

Donnie turned to Leo, and he nodded along, grin bright. 

So he turned back to him and smiled, a little soft, holding Raph’s hand more properly. “Alright. I’d love to.”

It was just the three of them, for a while. Raph had mentioned before that he was alone before the other two showed up, though, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise when a fourth showed up.

They were talking, one night, Leo rolling stardust formed into a nonsentient star over his knuckles when he suddenly dropped it right onto Donnie’s head. Ignoring the offended ‘ow!’ his brother gave, he pointed, grin wide, and turned to him and Raph. “Guys, look!”

Off in the distance, there were little lights, trails of rocks falling into Earth’s atmosphere.

They followed it, this time, all three eager to meet someone new. 

Michelangelo woke up.

It was something bursting and bright, awake suddenly and yet full of energy the moment he did. Comets fell around him, like a signal flare. He wanted to meet people, he could tell there were people, there was light in the sky. 

He grinned as three forms approached, waving with both of his arms to get their attention. As soon as they were close enough for them to hear, he shouted, “Hey! My name’s Michelangelo, I’m the comets! It’s nice to meet you!!!”

The biggest of the three, fiery and red, laughed, hearty and full and set his hands on his hips once he was next to him. “Well, aren’t you a bright little guy!” He settled, grin still wide but hands by his side. “My names Raphael, Raph for short. I’m the sun at the center of this galaxy.”

Donnie held out a hand for him, the way Raph and Leo had introduced themselves when he first awoke. “Hello. I’m Donatello, Donnie for short. I’m this planet, Earth’s, moon.”

Michelangelo shook his hand vigorously, and him and the blue one only laughed when Donnie scowled and took his hand away. There was something about these three that already felt familiar, like they’d already adopted him in. 

The blue one gave a little wave, stardust falling from his fingertips. “Hey, I’m Leonardo, Leo for short. I’m the stars! Nice to meet you, too!”

Man, they all had shorter nicknames. That’s so smart. 

He should do that.

He puffed out his chest, and said, “Well, you all can call me Mikey!”

Raph laughed, and set a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, Mike.” Ooo, he liked that one. Good nickname nickname. 

Leo waved a hand, grin lackadaisical, yet somehow warm and welcoming. Artificially bright yet warm and soft, just like his stars. “We all consider ourselves brothers. Us three have been around for a while.”

Raph nodded, grinning down at him. “You’re welcome to join the family if you’d like.”

Mikey grinned wide, beaming and bright, and jumped up high enough to reach past Raph’s head. “I’d love to!!!”

They all laughed, the other three finding, suddenly, that they’d do anything to protect that.

They lived that way, for a while. The four of them, living and loving and learning about themselves and about each other.

When they were finally a little older, Life and Knowledge came to visit.

They knew, an innate thing, all of them sitting in a little row. 

Life spoke first, telling them they were doing so well keeping this galaxy bright, warm, and safe, keeping earth’s tides in check, keeping the galaxy’s gasses in check and making sure the stars were alright, keeping the comets falling so the rocks wouldn’t collect and so they could fall the way they should. 

What a beautiful family, they laughed, warm the way Life always seemed to be. You’ve crafted such an amazing home for yourselves.

Home, they thought, and locked it away.

Home. This was home.

Knowledge filled them in further. How they knew what they did, how they got there, and where they got their names.

There are multiple universes, galaxies just like theirs. And there are always these turtles-ah, turtles, that’s it-that keep things in check. That keep the world safe.

And, well, to base their sun, moon, stars, and comets off of those world saviors, how could it hurt?

There’s also an excellent joke about world turtles Knowledge tells them, but it kind of flies right over their heads.

They are only given one real task:

Stay here. Keep this galaxy safe. Keep Earth safe, as that is the epicenter of intelligent life. Do your jobs, live your lives.

And most of all, Life told them, grin soft, live. Love, and care. Feel. Be your own people, independent and dependent of your purposes. You may be the stars and moon and sun and comets, embodiments of these beings, but they and you are so much more. You are my creations. Live, if not for you, but for me. 

And so, they did.

They lived, they aged until they got to the point they’d be for forever, they cared, they loved.

They woke up.

They would not be falling asleep for a long, long time.

And, well, why not make the most of it?

[yellowhearther0]

do u ever have those days where u just feel nothing at all nd ur just like hrrm. surely thats not normal

[gothamcityneedsme]

left mick and ralphs to enter a black screen...done with fnv today

[oars]

everything is going to make my head explode

[miss-floral-thief]

a shame we can’t nickname them but galarian slow poke is cute in this style, i want a plushie of it

[scawch]

ok tbh I wanna use it for like. art posting. because. but also my art posting is very inconsistent and I rarely draw dsmp shit but what if I did…..

[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: you share your first kiss with Daisuke.

tw: idk, insecure reader?

a/n: this turned out kinda meh, starting to burn out, I'll start with the actual plot in the next one.

wc: 1.4k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

You hadn’t meant to peek. You honestly thought it was a book you forgot you brought. Well, that was until you noticed the leather book had no title, which you then assumed was a sketch book your parents gave you in a misguided attempt as a gift that somehow ended up in your book pile. But when you opened it you realized you were sorely mistaken, sketches of pokemon, digimon, and the crew littered the pages. This was Daisuke’s sketch book. Not only was it because no one else on board would draw pokemon (as far as you knew), but the farther into the book you went, the more the pages were just filled with images of you. Whether it be just little stick figures of you and Daisuke holding hands, or full on detailed sketches of your face, all the way to your name doodled on the corners with his last name (or vice versa). 

Oh gosh, you felt like a monster. You weren’t supposed to be seeing these. Daisuke must've left it in your room by accident and here you were paging through it without his permission. You were a terrible partner. Snapping the book close, you squeezed your eyes shut. Why the hell did you keep looking? Damn you and your curiosity, you broke a boundary that you only hoped could be mended. 

With determination to make this right, you marched out of your room, the small book clutched to your chest. Thankfully it wasn’t too late, you had just been getting ready for sleep when you stumbled upon it after all. Honestly, it was surprising Daisuke wasn’t with you already, the two of you shared a room more often than not these days. It wasn’t a far walk to his rooms, everyone's sleeping quarters were close to each other. Knocking on his door, you didn’t have to wait long, the open door revealing Daisuke with his gameboy in hand.  “Hey,” You greeted.

“Hey,” He replied back, glancing up at you before quickly looking back at his game. “Jus’ give me a sec. I’m almost done with this level.”

“Okay,” You murmured, shuffling over to sit on his bed. That made Daisuke paused for a second, glancing at you once again and noticed your nervous expression. Biting his lip, he let out a groan when the game let out the familiar sound of losing, you had unintentionally distracted him and he failed again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tossed the handheld console to the side, plopping down next to you. He needed a break anyways, he had been trying to beat that level for thirty minutes straight.

“What’s up?” Diauke asked, tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized, holding his sketchbook out to him. “I didn’t realize it was yours and I looked through it. I should’ve stopped when I realized it wasn’t mine but I kept looking. I am so sorry.”

Taking the book from your hands, Daisuke put it to the side and instead gently grabbed your hands, a small smile tugged at his lips, “Hey, it’s alright. I don’t mind, not that big of a deal.”

You paused, staring at him, eyes wide and slightly confused, “You’re not angry? Aren’t those personal? I went through your stuff.” It was like you were trying to justify your guilt, not able to accept the fact that you had probably over thought the whole ordeal. Not able to accept the fact that you could be forgiven so easily. Why wasn’t he angry? Or annoyed? Sure, he always seemed laidback and carefree, but he was still human. You had seen him insecure, and bummed out, it wasn’t out of the wheelhouse to see him at least peeved as well. 

“It was an accident,” He shrugged, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “And it’s mostly just silly doodles, nothing to get upset about. I’d let you look at them if you asked…or even give you a few.”

“There seemed to be a few personal ones,” You murmured, hands tightening around his own, but your argument sounded weak even to you. 

Letting go of your hands, Daisuke opened his sketch book and flipped to an image of you with little hearts surrounding it, a mischievous grin on his face, “You mean the ones like this?”

You opened your mouth, face warming at how nonchalant he was about it. Glaring at him you huffed, “I can’t stand you.”

“Is it a crime to draw the one you love?” Daisuke asks dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. 

“Yes,” You responded in a deadpan tone. 

With a pout, he replied, “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to draw something pretty.” 

Giving in to your impulses, you leaned forward and smooshed his cheeks in between your hands, “You can’t just say things like that and get away with it.”

Daisuke merely giggled, grin brightening under your palms. This was supposed to ease your cute aggression, not make it worse, but it seemed you still didn’t have a full understanding of your emotions. Perhaps you never will fully understand it, but what you did know was that you were going to make him pay for his crimes. 

Leaning forward, you place a short kiss on his forehead. Your heart jumped when you made eye contact, his brown eyes shining, watching you in awe. It pushed you to go further, moving your palms from squishing his cheeks to holding his jaw, assaulting his face with fluttering kisses. You made sure you didn’t miss an inch, stomach twisting in knots at how much affection you were sharing, but also feeling oddly content. When you finished, you pulled away enough to make eye contact once more. 

Daisuke felt his heart pound in his chest, his cheeks warm and eyes wide in awe. You had been pretty reserved in your relationship so far, not that he minded. You were clearly out of your depth, unsure how to accept and offer physical affection, but your kind actions and words showed how much you cared. Although he was also new to the whole dating thing, being affectionate with you had become second nature to him. Having you not only act first, but cross a boundary neither of you dared to cross took his breath away and made him feel all melty. 

Sure, you hadn’t kissed him on the lips, but neither of you had done more than hold the other. The feeling of your lips continued to warm his skin, and he couldn’t help but wish you just laid one on him, but he also respected your wishes. If you weren’t ready for that, he wouldn’t push. He wanted you to go at your own pace since you were clearly more uncertain in the relationship. 

“You missed,” Daisuke teased, watching you with a warm gaze.

Pouting Scowling, you smooshed his cheeks again, causing him to laugh. Your blood thrummed in your ears, your heart speeding up and you continued to feel more confident in your actions. You glanced down at his lips, should you…? Was that him giving you the okay? Were you even ready for that?

Apparently tonight was a night of acting instead of thinking for you. Relaxing your hold on his face, you placed the shortest peck on his lips in recorded human history. Daisuke barely felt it, but it still made his breath hitch. You had actually kissed him, lip to lip, the whole smoocharoo. You stared at each other, wide eyed and hearts beating in tandem. Such a simple moment for some was world changing for you both.

“Can…can we do that again?” Daisuke whispered, scared to break the atmosphere.

You nodded, a shaky okay spilling from your lips. It was Daisuke’s turn to act first, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips in a light kiss. You press your lips to his a bit firmer, but your inexperience shows as you're left unsure how to proceed. You felt a bit embarrassed, but it was hard to keep that thought as Daisuke smiled so much you ended up having to pull away. 

“We gotta work on that,” He muttered, his grin betraying his giddiness. 

“I think you just want more kisses,” You murmured back, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

“Can you blame me?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Must be your lucky day then.”

“The luckiest.”

[cheolhub]

YOUR MINE AND I TAKE CARE OF WHAT BELONGS TO ME + CHEOL

Also happy cheolhubversary <333 IM NOT YET DONE READING UR POST i just ran as fast as i could here when yew said ure only taking the first 5-10 reqs hajdjdjsk

12:37 a.m. — choi seungcheol

prompt. “you’re mine and i take care of what belongs to me.”

wc. ~1.4k

warnings. established relationship, frat boy!cheol, cheeky!reader, slight possessiveness, choking, pet names [baby, angel], doggy style? (idk, it’s against the door 😅) dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie – MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok so ik i said my limit was 1k for these drabbles, but plz understand i can’t hold back when it comes to cheol. ANYWAY!! kai <3 thank u for sending an ask !! ^^ i know this is kinda… meh,, but i hope u enjoy it a little bit anyway  >< (def not proofread… sorry)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash!  ࿐ྂ

seungcheol dragging you through a sea of sweaty bodies was the last thing you wanted. 

well, no actually… it’s exactly what you wanted. your plan worked out just the way you knew it would. 

your attempts to get cheol’s attention at the start of the night proved to be futile as he had to make sure tonight’s party was in order. “the frat might get suspended if another one of our parties gets out of control,” he’d said. you could care less about the frat. not with the way your panties were glued to your needy, needy core. “i just gotta make sure everything is okay. just mingle for a bit, ‘kay?”

and you definitely weren’t the happiest when he told you to wait till the night was over, so you did what you do best. 

piss him the fuck off.

by the time the party was in full swing, you’d asked at least 3 of seungcheol’s frat brothers the same question. “this party is so lame,” you’d said through a sad sigh. “can you do something for me?” the question always came out so…suggestively. it was obvious you were plotting something and looking for someone to do the dirty work.

but soonyoung was too drunk to comprehend your words and wonwoo knew the second you’d walked up to him with a frown on your face. he said he’s not getting in between you and seungcheol after the last time he fell for your antics. 

but vernon… vernon was the perfect prospect. he would get the job done perfectly. 

“nonnie,” you pouted, much too pretty for his liking. “will you do me a favor?”

and vernon, ever the sweet angel, replied with, “anything. what’s up?”

you leaned in and ghosted your lips over the shell of his ear, “will you tell cheol that this party fucking sucks?” you felt his body vibrate against yours as he let out a soft laugh. “and tell him that if he doesn’t come fuck me, i’ll find someone that will.”

vernon pulled back and wearily raised an eyebrow at you.

“i’m not actually going to,” you explained through a laugh. “but if i tell him, he’ll know i'm bluffing. but if you tell him while also mentioning you heard this from wonwoo and soonyoung, then… you know. i get what i want and everyone’s happy.” you corrected yourself, “well, i’ll be happy.” 

the thing you love the most about vernon is he doesn’t ask very many questions. you could ask him to help you bury a body and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye, just do as you ask with a nod and a careless shrug.

he went off and did exactly that. and you didn’t regret making him do it at all.

how could you when seungcheol was seething, practically shoving everyone out of his way to find you after hearing that you needed someone at this shitty party to fuck you? you’ll have to find the loose-lipped vernon later and thank him for relaying the rumor to your busy boyfriend.

honestly, you weren’t expecting him to drop everything– to stop running the party which was the whole reason he left you hanging in the first place– just to pull you into his room, wrap his hand around your throat, and slam you against the door. 

“you’re a little slut,” he chuckles, obviously amused. you smile back at him cheekily, eyes glazing over. “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?”

“what ever do you mean, cheollie?” you ask innocently, still smiling like a devil in disguise.

he leans in, lips ghosting over yours as he asks, “i mean, you really think anyone at this party can fuck you like i do? make you cum like i can?” 

his voice is low and hushed and it’s making your head spin. even over the booming music from outside his door, all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears and his slight pants.

“you’re mine.” he says without a shadow of a doubt. “and i take care of what belongs to me. got that?”

you don’t have a chance to reply when he’s tightening his grip around your throat and smashing his lips against yours. he laughs against your mouth when you let out a choked moan into his, easing his hold on you. 

his free hand finds its way under your skirt, rubbing your cunt through your embarrassingly wet panties. seungcheol moans when he feels it. the lace growing wetter with every movement.

he pulls back, observing your glassy eyes and the way your wet, swollen lips part to emit a whine. his cock can’t help but twitch under the confinement of his jeans. “don’t even need me to prep you, do you, baby?” he breathily asks. “you’re soaking my hand through your panties, poor thing.”

you shake your head fervently, “just need you inside of me. please.”

“i know you do, such a needy baby. going around and telling everyone how you need someone to fuck you.” he coos, fingers catching your clit and rubbing into the sensitive clothed bud. your hands grasp at the hem of his shirt, trying to gyrate your hips for more, but you fail miserably. “impatient, too.” he hums. 

“fuck, cheol, please!” you whine desperately. 

he groans, ripping his hands away from you entirely before spinning you around and pressing your front against the door. you softly gasp as your cheek smooshes against the wooden door.

you hear the clanking of his belt and the zip of his zipper and you can barely contain your excitement. you flatten your palms on the door, arching your back and wiggling your ass in front of him.

he grunts at the sight, flipping your dress up and pulling your panties to the side. he slots his heavy tip between your lips and runs it through your drenched folds.

a mewl erupts in your chest when you finally feel the fat head of his cock slip into you, stretching you open as he pushes himself deeper and deeper till he’s fully sheathed inside of you. he grazes right against your spongy spot and it has your hands clawing at the door. 

seungcheol lets you adjust to the sheer size of him for all but a minute before he’s pulling out and thrusting back into you. 

and when his arm wraps around your middle, fingers diligently rubbing into your clit, you can’t hold the cry back. his name leaves your mouth rather loudly and you’re starting to feel grateful for the rambunctious party. 

his laughs airly, “this what you wanted, baby? wanted to get fucked, yeah?”

pained pleasure shoots through your body with every thrust, every bump to your cervix, every dirty word he grunts into the hot room, and it feels fucking fantastic. you clench around him, velvet walls squeezing him tight as if they’re trying to mold to the shape of him. 

“cheol!” is the only coherent thing that you can get out as his balls lewdly and rapidly slap against your cunt. 

“getting close? you ‘bout ready to cum for me?” he groans, mercilessly driving into you. you probably can’t hear him over the sounds of your moans, so he just rubs circles deeper into your clit, feeling you clamp around his cock for the nth time. 

you sob, a coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter before you jerk. your walls flutter and pulse around him as you let go, creaming his dick just like you’ve wanted to all night long. you practically go limp in his arms, orgasm turning your entire body to jelly. 

he groans, both of his arms now around your middle as he uses you till he reaches his own high. he’s moaning out your name as he shoots his load into your battered cunt, his warmth overflowing inside of you. 

and when he draws out of you, still panting and on a high, he pulls your panties back over your cunt and stands you up straight.

you look breathless and dazed and he can’t help but grin at you.  

“now why don’t we go back downstairs and enjoy the lame party?”

© cheolhub — all rights reserved, please refrain from copying, reposting, modifying or translating my work on any platform.

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

I'm not gonna find this tweet because quite frankly I don't feel like going on Twitter

Aside from the fact that this tweet is classist, not everyone can afford lasik, and lasik has been known to cause issues with your eyes, and it's a temporary solution (your eyes will worsen as you get older anyways).

This tweet really ignores how much the optometrist industry is just in general a really shitty and gaslighting industry for people that have issues beyond just astigmatism and vision issues.

And you're probably thinking "Like that's only a small fraction of people. What about everyone else?" That's kind of the fucking issue. I've had shit vision my ENTIRE life. Literally. Was so fucking blind when I was born that it caused long lasting damage in the nerves in my eyes.

Which means I've been to a lot of optometrists, and if you have any vision problems beyond what's seen as "common" (near sighted or near sighted with an astigmatism) they don't know shit.

And I could go into shit like how none of the optometrists thought to point out that I probably don't have depth perception until I was 23. But that's a niche issue regarding a disability I have due to my vision being so shit when I was so young.

Let's go into an issue that's less common. My prescription was +5.00 or worse my entire life. Plus I have an astigmatism. And a lot of contact companies don't make prescriptions for such severe farsightedness with an astigmatism. (They make prescriptions for -5.00, but not +5.00)

Every time I go to the doctor they're like OH MY GAWDS YOUR CONTACT BRAND IS SO BAD ITS LIKE YOUR EYES ARE SUFFOCATONG I MUST GET YOU A NEW ONE. And every single year I'm like "Trust me. You don't have any options in my prescription." And every time they're like OAH MAH GODS THEY MAKE ME EVERY YEAR LET MEH CHECK.

I'm like "Sure. Whatever."

Guess what? Last I actually checked 7 brands carry my prescription in monthly. A few carry my prescription in contacts that need to be changed every 2 weeks. But none of them carry my prescription in contacts that need to be changed every week or every day. (Which is apparently better or something. Idk.)

Why the fuck would I trust the doctors that gaslight me every year about what contacts I can use to suggest surgery for my eyes?

And that's not even getting into the very weird specific issues I have with my vision that eye doctors just.... shrug off... like they legit just ignore it. Like no matter what prescription they put me in I can always tell my vision doesn't match up to my peers even though I technically test 20/20.

(I know about the whole relax your eyes when you test thing. I literally tell my optometrist "Yo. Like this shit so blurry." And they just tell me that this is the best they can correct me to. Just try to focus my eyes more. This this isn't fucking normal.)

Idk. Ableds (derogatory) need to stop demanding disabled people get their shit fixed and instead ask "What the fuck is wrong with the system that these disabled people don't trust it to fix their shit?"

(Not everyone that wears glasses considers themselves disabled. If you don't consider yourself disabled, good for you. But my vision literally can't be fixed to match my peers, so... not to mention glasses can cost people hundreds of dollars and if your vision is shit enough the weight of the lenses can seriously wear and tear on your frames and your face.)

-fae

[estoniacobaltpayne]

Ranking the Bad Batch Based On How Fun They'd Be To Jam To Some Tunes With

Just something fun to do lol. I'm a musician and sound engineer, so not only am I basing this on what I think they each like to listen to, but also how much interest and knowledge each batcher has in the music making process, specifically music theory and music production, which are major aspects of why a person likes or dislikes certain songs or artists.

I'm totally basing this on my own musical preferences by the way, and since I'm writing this I'm gonna be totally biased towards how I feel about their jammability based on how much I enjoy their music taste, too. Y'all can like whatever music you want, and rank their music preferences according to your own taste.

HUNTER: 5/10 (FANTASTIC MUSIC TASTE, ATROCIOUS JAMMABILITY)

IDK I just feel like Hunter is very "meh?" about music??? Like it's a very passive thing for him.

If I had to guess, I'd say he probably chooses to listen to genres including Latin Pop, Americana, Classic Rock, maybe a little Funk? Within those genres I'd say he likes artists like Juanes, Tedeschi Trucks Band, Fiona Apple, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Maná, Trombone Shorty, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Collective Soul, and the Allman Brothers Band. I'd say his taste in music is the only reason he'd get even a 5/10, he's got an ELITE taste, but he also is just... is not that interested at the same time. He probably talks while it's playing too, like bruh if you have something to say PAUSE THE DAMN SONG AND STOP RUINING THE VIBE

He also has no interest in, or in learning, anything about music theory or production, which as a musician is such a fundamental part of enjoying a tune. Like you could drop a "yo that melodic tritone interval between the flat 3rd scale degree and the 6th scale degree over the dominant IV7 chord FUCKED bro" and he'd just sit there at stare at you and barely give you a shrug?? Bro no. No vibes. Don't bother trying to explain the mix to him either, he straight up doesn't care.

Hunter does not dance, and even if you managed to convince him to, he SUCKS at it. Sure he's got grace, but Hunter wouldn't know rhythm if it slapped him in the face. Plus, he gets upset when he sucks at it, which then just gets him in a pissy mood. 😐

WRECKER: 10/10 (FANTASTIC MUSIC TASTE, FANTASTIC JAMMABILITY)

WRECKER LOVES TO JAM BRO

He can jam to just about anything, but I know for sure he loves the 80's and 90's stuff, like Punk Rock, New Wave, Ska Punk, Anthem Rock, and Classic Rock. As for artists, think Quiet Riot, DEVO, Green Day, AC/DC, Oingo Boingo, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Journey, INXS, Dropkick Murpheys, Bon Jovi, Pat Benatar, Twisted Sister, Sublime, and Styx. Wrecker will enthusiastically sing along to every song he knows (and he doesn't care if he's in tune or not, he's too busy having fun!), and will enthusiastically jam physically to songs he doesn't know. He's always down to listen to new music if it's presented to him, but I also don't think he really goes out of his way for new music either. He knows what he likes and he's good with that.

Music theory in particular escapes Wrecker. You can explain it to him 1,001 times, he just cannot grasp it. But that's ok! He'll eagerly listen to you explain it for the 1,002nd time and every time after that, because he loves listening to music and finds the making of it passively interesting. As for production, once again he finds it passively interesting, so he likes brief, "cliff note" explanations as to why things sound certain ways; he wants to know that the reason that the vocals sound like they're echoing in a concert hall is because they have reverb, but doesn't particularly care about which kind of reverb or how it works.

Wrecker is so down to dance. He will absolutely head bang, and he will absolutely throw DOWN in a mosh pit. Doesn't care at all what he looks like or what other people are thinking of him; when "What I Like About You" by The Romantics pops on, Wrecker pops off 😎

ECHO: 9/10 (FANTASTIC MUSIC TASTE, GREAT JAMMABILITY)

Echo jams for sure. In a different, more chill way than Wrecker, but he's still fun to jam out with!

He definitely had an "emo teen" phase, so he likes Punk, Pop Rock, Alternative, and I'd say he probably likes Neo Soul, Rap and Hip Hop as an adult, too. He's a My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy FIEND; he knows all the songs and will sing along to them when he's with people he's comfortable with. He now also goes for artists like Green Day, Kendrick Lamar, The Struts, John Legend, The Killers, Tai Verdes, Radiohead, Alicia Keys, Crazy Town, Teddy Swims, and Erykah Badu. He's also the kind to keep starting the song over each time you talk, there's a distraction, or just because he loves a song and wasn't "feeling it enough" the first time through.

I feel like Echo would be one hell of a producer, and can and will spend hours in Logic Pro or Ableton making the stankiest beats and mixes, but also falls into the "MuSic ThEoRy KiLLs My CrEaTiViTy" category. Doesn't matter how many times you tell him that, even though he doesn't know how to identify what he's making, he's still using music theory, he'll just blow you off and swear that he doesn't use theory, he "puts stuff together because it sounds good." It's okay Echo, the rest of know it sounds good because it's a I-7 chord to a IV7 chord, just because you don't know your song is in Dorian doesn't mean the rest of us don't 🙃

Echo doesn't get up to dance, but he does the thing where he's "dancing" in his seat and makes, sometimes quite silly, faces. Big head bobber attitude, and if he's really into it, you can catch him unconsciously drumming his hand and scomp along to the song on whatever surface is in front of him. Same, Echo, same.

CROSSHAIR: -10000/10 (ATROCIOUS MUSIC TASTE, ATROCIOUS JAMMABILITY)

First of all, this man claims he doesn't like music, and "prefers to be alone with his thoughts." Bro, that's bullshit and we all know it.

At first, Crosshair would be one of those assholes that claims he likes music that's "actually good" and artists that "you've probably never heard of" like Stevie Ray Vaughan, which is funny because like dude, I don't know a single person who hasn't heard of SRV, but he literally knows one singular song - Crosshair knows "Crossfire" and that's it, and if you listen to the entire In Step album with him, you know you can call BS on him because that's... literally the only song he knows off the entire album. And then you catch him with headphones in for the first time and oh boy, this man jumps through flaming hoops to deny it, but Crosshair is a Swifty, a Belieber, and an Ariana Grande stan, which for me personally, are the absolute LAST artists I'll ever listen to, but hey if that's your thing, Crosshair is your guy to listen to music with. Like there's good pop music out there, but Crosshair will hear none of it and refuses to even try anything else. "Yo Crosshair let's listen to some P!nk or Bruno Mars or Lady Gaga or fun.---" "gO aWaY!" If you really worked hard at it, you could maybe get him to listen to some darker pop like Hozier, Imagine Dragons, and Twenty One Pilots; the angstier the lyrics, the better. Who knows, maybe with time and patience you could even work him him up to some Screamo bands like Asking Alexandria or Falling In Reverse??? 👀

Don't bother trying to explain theory or production to him; he does not care. He just wants to listen to music in solitude.

If you even think this man will bob his head in front of you let alone dance you are sorely mistaken.

TECH: 1000/10 (A LITERAL GOD-LIKE MUSIC TASTE, GREAT JAMMABILITY)

I mean, it's Tech. Golden Retriever boy. He's interested in just about everything, and is always down to try new things, and the same applies to music.

Tech has a very diverse taste in music, and his taste is also always growing. He likes different things for different reasons; he loves Classical, Jazz, and Progressive Rock for their interesting and stimulating use of music theory, and he finds Funk and Alternative and even Salsa inspiring for their arrangements and/or songwriting. This man will whiplash from Coldplay to Duke Ellington to Muse to Earth, Wind & Fire to a literal Gregorian Chant Compilation so fast you won't even have time to process whatever song you just finished, and best of all, he'll show just as much attention and appreciation to the new song as he did the last. He loves Bach and Wendy Carlos' Switched On Bach, and he loves artists like Genesis, Nat King Cole, Elton John, Joe Arroyo, Thelonious Monk, Pink Floyd, Jon Batiste, Seal, Led Zeppelin, R.E.M., and unlike his twin, Tech will absolutely sit down and listen to SRV's In Step with you and will absolutely love analyizing every second of it. He's also an anti-fascist, politically conscious king, so play him songs like "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield, "A Change Is Gonna Come" by Sam Cooke, "Front Line" by Stevie Wonder, or "Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell, and that exceptional mind of his will get super amped up. You'll have a great listening session, and then a great political conversation. And maybe I'm just self-projecting here, but Tech will go absolutely feral for Queen. Everything about them. The music? Stimulating intellectually and emotionally. Brian May is a literal astrophysicist and John Deacon is an electrical engineer, and he finds that so fucking cool. His favorite album is a toss up between Queen II and A Night At the Opera; either way, he loves the thought and intention that go into a concept album, and if you ask him if he wants to listen to one with you, he will definitely say yes.

It's super fun to have listening sessions with Tech, because you can totally geek out with him over what's happening in the music you're listening to, be it theory or mix or whatever; and if you teach Tech even the basics about music theory, mixing engineering, songwriting and arrangement, etc., it will be highly likely that this dude will know more and be 100x better at it than you within days. I feel like he loves mastering, and will always be the one to master Echo's mixes. 🥰

Tech is less a physical jammer and more an intellectual jammer, if that makes sense. Discussing all the various aspects of music is totally a jam, and Tech is the one to do it with. That being said, if you asked him to, he'd dance, but this socially awkward guy would probably think you meant like...ballroom dancing??? instead of just hanging out in the same room and groovin' to some tunes together??? And he'd be super awkward, too, because he's the opposite of Hunter- all rhythm and no grace. But either way, the vibes from this man are immaculate and you will never run out of music to listen to with this man.

Well, hope you all enjoyed my TED Tech Talk :) and I hope you all enjoy listening to music as much as I do lol

[fersrsbizniz]

I’m not going to say too much, so there’s not really too many spoilers, but damn…

I am really trying my best to like this game and it just isn’t it.

I’m sure others have said things better but I really am trying my best not to spoil myself as I’m not done so I haven’t seen who might have yet. I’m also reserving final judgement until the end, but I’m struggling 20 hrs in and figured laying it out quickly might make it clear what my damage is with it.

Some good:

I’ve grown to not mind the art direction so much (would place it above DA2–remember poor Bethany’s hands there???)

I really enjoyed the character creator and I thought I did a pretty good job of making my Inquisitor (Carwen, my boy, I wonder when I’ll see you…), and my Rook looks pretty spiffy, too.

It’s ticking the box of I have to find all of the things on the map

I like Neve and Lucanis so far but that really doesn’t surprise me

I think I’ve only had one glitch so far and that is where it reset me finding the chests in the Lighthouse for some reason (unless there are two new chests I don’t know about…)

Meh:

I need more time with Bellara. I like her voice actor’s work, and her general everything else, but she is very very bubbly (sans one moment so far where I felt I got to know her a little better) and that always takes me a minute to adjust to.

I like my Rook, but I can’t tell where I get to headcanon and where they’ve done it for me so my understanding is disjointed. (I’m weird though, and prefer the Inquisitor/Tav experience where I’m a blank slate)

I don’t hate but I don’t love the game mechanics for fighting, which, tbh, means nothing to me because I’ve played all of the Dragon Age games and this is constantly changing and has never colored my opinion of the game.

Some not so good:

Not digging the writing so far for things (certain behaviors make no sense, what would have been reactive in all other games is sort of a shrug here)

My Rook is so positive during awful situations I specifically want to ask him if he is okay because he is acting like me when I am at my limit at work. Did not want to play a game where I am reminded of bottling up my stress for the sake of others, and idk if that was even the intention.

Not digging the general direction of the Crows (I like the characters, not liking the change of the established system that ignores the nastier side)

Why is everyone after me??? The rogue??? (I have heard it’s worse for mages and oof) Lemme hide and backstab. I am no tank.

If I have to find and shoot one more red crystal…(at least the shards in the other game were optional—yes, I did find all of those, but it was self-imposed!)

Not liking how the elves are totally blasé about some stuff that really would have affected them before

Not liking how they made Bellara apologize for something she didn’t need to (it did not read like a personal problem, it sounded like the writers kinda being racist actually)

For all they talked about Tevinter I thought there would be more to see of the fancier side (maybe there will be??? But somehow I’m still pressing x to doubt)

Harding, what did they do to your character ;-; (there’s a straight up tonal shift in her character, I am not imagining it…this is not the same Harding that had that discussion with my Inquisitor during and at the end of the Jaws of Hakkon DLC)

Why am I locked out of areas if I’ve found a route there????? Let Me In!!! I must find all of the things!!!! Let me clear the area like I did in the Hinterlands, dragons be damned!!! (Have not seen a dragon yet, just saying, I learned the hard way and survived in DAI) What can I say? I don’t like incomplete maps.

Maybe I’ll grow to love it with time, but this is just what I’m feeling now…

[moonlit-dreamers]

Can you rate all TSAMS Sun ships?

im gonna be careful with this one so im gonna try and avoid the ships that might be/are "incestuous" since i quite enjoy having friends and staying out of drama. once more ill probably forget some character so i apologize </3 (last post i fucking forgot dark sun im so sorry augh). also leaving out poly ships bc, again, this would go on Forever. AND ALSO same as before, the lower the rating the less i ship it and it isnt about me "disliking" it but rather not personally enjoying it

sun/eclipse - 10/10 - there is soooo much flexibility with this ship istg. probably why i always come back to it lol. it can be toxic, abusive, fluffy, enemies to lovers, fix-it, etc. *slaps suneclipse* you can fit so many dynamics in this bad boy

sun/solar - 10/10 - its on equal footing with sun/eclipse especially bc its the first ship i had in this fandom (tho i was very shy </3) cuz its just. ITS SO GOOD! its wonderful hurt/comfort and helping each other heal from the past they had with different versions of the other while also acknowledging that they arent the same and thats what makes them Better

sun/dark sun - 9/10 - do i just like selfcest? yes. yes i do. i think dark sun should let sun go apeshit and they take over the world while holding hands and kissing send post

sun/sunbeam - 8/10 - something something learning from an alternate/older version of yourself. i feel like sun would be able to guide sunbeam through a lot of things bc he understands sunbeam in a way others cant. or maybe i just like selfcest-

sun/moonshine - 7/10 - honestly i dont really Have any ideas for this ship but. i like them. i think itd be cute

sun/ruin - 7/10 - i think they could fix each other /j ghfskgjdfhg in all seriousness itd be fun. again, no ideas, but i like it

sun/solarflare - 6/10 - it most certainly has potential. lil guy with lots of energy x big emotionless robot learning about the world.

sun/foxy - 4/10 - i used to be a HUGE kidscove shipper but then i got bored after i started being more active with dca/dca ships in this fandom. i still think its fun and cute, i just dont like it anymore *shrug*

sun/bloodmoon - 4/10 - i can kinda see it? idk. maybe with v1 bloodmoon but v2? eh? idk man i just watch ppl clump rocks together on the playground and i sit there like "i have no fucking clue what theyre doing but theyre having fun with their rocks" and thats pretty much how i feel about this ship ghjfdghdk

sun/killcode - 3/10 - head empty so i got no comment </3 but i Do see the appeal of big monster x lil guy.

sun/monty - 3/10 - meh. not that interested in it. tho in general i dont really enjoy ships as much if they arent dca/dca rghsrgrgkj but yeah with this its an eh for me

sun/puppet - 2/10 - out of genuine curiosity- does anyone ship this? idk if ive seen it before so i feel like this is some ultra-rarepair shit. shout out to you if you ship this

i feel like im forgetting some ppl but thats okay cuz i can edit them in later when i remember who it is while im trying to sleep <3