#<- only because that’s mostly what i’ve made art of already

[the-universal-sun]

On what age range does Stan regress? And also what type of agree gear does be use? Just politely asking as a fren :3

Yes! Thank you friend for the ask! There’s going to be more coming this way because I’ll have entirely too much time on my hands in the next few days! So please enjoy this too!

Can you guys tell what book I apparently really like?

I don’t think there’s a solid age he regresses down to, like consistently, I think it’s around the 2-5 mark, unless something happens or he’s feeling extremely distressed, then he regresses down younger. Which, in that case, means he HAS to have someone take care of him. Which is probably going to be Ford, he’s the only one he can really trust to care for him in the way he needs when he feels that young.

As for gear, it depends.

If Fiddleford is his caregiver (and even though this would be in the early 80s we are going to be anachronistic. This is fiction we can take liberties) then he’s getting at least one pacifier. Fidds probably made it for Stan so he doesn’t mess up his teeth even more, and he probably made it to have a cute little nickname spelled out. I like to think Fidds uses food/southern nicknames for Stanley when regressed, so think something like “Pumpkin” or “Junebug”. He does have his “Poindexter” plush that he’s had since he was 19, but Fidds does win him a really big Duck plush when the fair comes to Gravity Falls. He has some sippy cups because he has a tendency to tilt the cup all the way up and pour his drink all down his face and clothes. He really only has some footie pajamas for when it gets to be winter up there. It’s not easy to come by someone who will custom make clothes in gravity falls, especially nothing like the kind of clothes Stan wants. So he mostly settles for some softer clothing with fun designs and patterns. Nothing vibrant that’ll hurt his eyes. Sweats and grandma sweaters mostly. Fidds makes sure he has a lot of paper and coloring books with as many crayons and markers as he wants. He loves to color and draw. He also has some blocks, a lite brite for when the lights needs to be off so his eyes can rest, play doh, and fighting robots to name a few. He has a few story books that Fidds will read to him. Fidds wants to spoil him, but he knows that he can’t buy Stan everything he wants to, so he does what he can (for now…)

If Ford is his caregiver (we’re doing Grunkle Ford for now) then he is going to do his best to spoil Stan with all he wants as much as possible. From buying stuff online (the internet is marvelous!) to making/inventing it. Ford’s got Stan enough pacifiers stashed around the ship and later shack to have a different one every day. He’s getting Stan sippy cups of all kinds of patterns and designs. it’s easier than cups for him if he’s got dentures since he likes to take those out. He’s got one bottle for the times he’s feeling extra small. He’s got some nice and warm footie pajamas for when they’re in the Arctic, and some lighter ones for more general use-sometimes his brother just needs a lazy day where he can wear what’s basically pajamas. Those kinds of footies are going to be the kind that are animal themed with the ears and tails-Ford thinks they’re so cute. He’s also got some nautical themes pajama sets for the summers spent in Gravity Falls. That’s not even accounting for all the soft handmade sweaters Stan’s got from Mabel that he wears-his favorite having dinos on it-and the soft pants and shorts he feels more comfortable wearing now that his secrets out in the open. I’ve already mentioned Poindexter, that’s a staple for any kind of regressed Stanley, and I mentioned in a few posts Shanklin 2, the stuffed Opposum Ford gets Stan after finding out he’s barely got any Little stuff. He will give Stan all the toys he had back in Jersey and all the toys he’s ever wanted. Legos, blocks, slinkies, playdoh, etch n sketches, fighting robots, hard to break tea sets, coloring books, fancy crayons (This is art, it deserves the best!), anything Stan looks twice at really. He goes a bit overboard, but he’s just trying to make up for all the years he’s missed out on. Also Goodnight Moon, can’t forget that book. That’s Stan’s favorite out of the multitude of books Ford reads to him.

Now if it’s just Stan regressing by himself? He only allows himself the bare minimum. He has Poindexter, an old onesie he allowed himself to buy a few years beforehand, and old and worn pacifier, some crayons, coloring books, blank paper, Ford’s old coat that he likes to wrap around himself when he misses him, a sippy cup, and Goodnight Moon. He feels guilty letting himself indulge. He feels ashamed to be acting like that, a child, to be needing his paci and sippy cup, even in the privacy of his own home, even though he can’t help it. So without anyone there to tell him it’s okay, he doesn’t allow himself to indulge or to spoil himself like he is when he’s being taken care of.

[valhallassoundbox]

📌 SUBJECT :: BENRY

Benry, Alfie, or Newton + Various other aliases, It/Him/Hers, Minor - 14+, Taken, White, Extreme Multifandom + OC Artist. Art, textposts and public goofing off w friends ahead.

…More under cut

Things he likes :: Doctor Who, Good Omens, Sherlock (Granada, BBC, Moriarty The Patriot), Skyrim, Marble Hornets, Ghostbusters, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, ULTRAKILL, The Hobbit, Postal, Team Fortress 2, The Sims 2 for NDS, Radio TV Solutions, Ratboy Genius, Hannibal, Re-Animator, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Labyrinth, Mouthwashing, Toontown: Corporate Clash, Half-Life, Yume Nikki, Cry of Fear, Bigtop Burger.

Musicians he likes :: Yaelokre/Keath Ósk, AZALI, Linkin Park, The Oh Hellos, KISS, Snails House, Insane Clown Posse, Rise And Fall of A Decade, Alex G, Toby Fox, Aurelio Voltaire, KMFDM, Mr. Kitty, Nero’s Day At Disneyland, Will Paquin, Ikigusare Idols, David Bowie, Jamiroquai, Oingo Boingo, DEVO, The Clash, Vashti Bunyan, Your Favorite Martian, Daft Punk, In This Moment, Rob Zombie, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Lapfox Trax.

Things he’s looking into, please tell him about :: D&D overall, Baldurs Gate 3, Star Trek, Lord Of The Rings, Supernatural.

This may be edited every once in a while because he’s as versatile as fluid… NO DNI WE FIGHT LIKE MEN. Kidding... I block freely and have maany tags filtered please don’t take it personal if you find I have you blocked…

ANOTHER WARNING. I AM STUPID... /SRS

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been getting withdrawals from not making random worldbuilding characters that don’t matter to the actual plot. Anyways meet 60 👍

[ellastone-olsen]

hihihihi idk if youre accepting requests or not but if you are:

can you please do stripper!wanda x innocent!reader where reader's friend drags her to a nearby strip club to blow off steam. and reader is really innocent and is just sitting in the chair, slightly confused while watching the dancers do their thing on the pole. and reader is unknowingly eyeing one certain stripper (wanda) and wanda notices and comes over to reader. and reader's friend is teasing reader and telling wanda to give reader a lap dance when she comes over. and then wanda brings reader to like one of the private rooms in the back and like reader is realy inexperienced and awkward and tense. and then wandas there to like talk reader through it and reader's like REALLLY shy. okay woah thats a lot thank youuuuu take your time 💝

The art of eye contact - Wanda Maximoff

★Pairing: stripper!Wanda Maximoff x innocent!f!reader

Summary: your friend drags you to a strip club, what could happen there to such an innocent little thing like you?

★Warnings: little NSFW 18+, lap dance, grinding, pet names, a little fluff (sorry I can’t without fluff)

★Word count: 1.5k

★AN: hi anon! In general, my requests are closed, but I found this very interesting, so here we are. there was nothing about 18+ in the request and I decided to remove this part (well, almost). hope you’ll like it

The loud music and shining lights of the club were blinding as you sat shyly in your seat and looked somewhere at the floor. There was a can of soda on the table nearby. The people around are mostly men, but your eye notices some women who also came to watch the show. And only one question: what the hell are you doing here?

“Come on Y/N let’s go, I’ve been there more than once, maybe you’ll like it.” This is exactly what you heard from your friend half an hour ago, when you were sitting in her apartment and just playing online games. You came to her in a terrible mood because of a failed college exam and sought solace in this meeting. In the last couple of weeks, your nerves were on edge and all you need now was to let off steam after a series of failures. “Fucking shit, can’t you see they’re shooting at you!?” You told her angrily as she turned away from the laptop screen without following the game. You definitely needed another way to relax.

Despite your 21, you had never been to this kind of establishment and of all your friends, you were the most innocent person, not knowing what relationships and sex are. "Come on, let's go, don't be so boring." She insisted, "If you don't like it, then I give you permission to hit me." You took off your headphones and sighed. If you think so, then you were curious to visit the strip club. "okay." After that, within 10 minutes you were riding in a taxi to an address unknown to you.

Returning to the present time, you tried not to stare too much at all these people dancing at the poles, the clothes on them were becoming less and less every minute and your cheeks were flushed red. Your friend hit you with her elbow, signaling for you to look (she paid for the entrance and doesn’t want her money to disappear into the floor in which you are ready to make a hole with your gaze). You look up again and look at each dancer in turn until you reach her. To your right is dancing a woman with long red hair, which is pulled back into a messy bun with a shiny clip. Her top was already off, revealing a red fabric bra that did not hide the softness of her breasts. She was still wearing a long skirt that cut out to her hips, so you could see her legs, which seemed to be moving closer to you. Stop why is she coming to you.

While you watched as if under hypnosis, the stranger was already in front of you and grabbed the soda from your hand and put it on the table to put her hands on either side of you on the armrests. Her back arched and she made a small wave, so that her breasts were a few centimeters from your face, it seemed like you were ready to explode from what was happening. Her head tilted, her lips reached your ear so she could shout to you over the noise of the music, “I’m Wanda, nice to meet you.” In your opinion, people usually don’t get to know each other by sticking their almost bare breasts under the noses of strangers, but remember where you were and toss all the questions. In any case, all you did was nod and again direct your gaze somewhere to the side. It seemed that you had turned into a bundle of nerves and embarrassment.

Wanda took this as a sign that she needed to look for another client for the night, but your friend, who had been watching all this time from the side, took the redhead somewhere to the side and seemed to give her a bill and instructions on what to do.

"Where have you been?" You asked the girl as she approached with a sly grin, noticing how red you were. Why the hell did she bring you here and leave you to your fate? “I have another little gift for you that you’ve been eyeing so eagerly.” Was she teasing you? Defined. “What are you talking about, what kind of gift am I thinking enough for today.” Then your friend stepped aside and showed Wanda standing behind her. The girl leaned over so only you could hear, “I paid, so have fun.” You didn’t immediately understand what exactly she paid for, but Wanda’s sweet smile brought the idea to your brain and your eyes widened.

The redhead gently took your hand in hers and you obeyed (only out of curiosity) and followed her into the private rooms. When the red matte door closed and it became much quieter, you sat on the sofa with your hands on your knees and asked a question. “What exactly she told to do?” One of your knees is bouncing from the fact that you are shaking your leg trying not to be nervous. Your friend has already explained to the redhead what an innocent little thing you are, so the woman decided to first ask permission for some actions.

"She ordered a lap dance, but you're such a sweet girl that I was willing to do it for free just for you." She came up to you again and leaned in, so close that her breath was on your neck and you could smell the scent of her cherry perfume. “Can I sit on your lap honey?” Her soft sexy whisper drove you crazy and you squeaked in agreement. Immediately you felt the weight of her body on you, how her long legs in stockings wrapped around you and your core began to pulsate just from this. "What should I do? I…I never…” Wanda’s hips rocked and her core pressed against your stomach. “Oh I know baby, I can see it right away.” She giggled. “I’m sitting right on top of you, can you tell me your name?” Your head fell back and your hair fell into face, you really didn’t want to seem like what you were, namely the inexperienced mess right under her. “My name is Y/N.” Your hands grabbed the upholstery of the sofa, you didn’t know how to touch her, or whether it was possible at all.

Wanda's hands dropped to yours and placed them on her hips. “That’s it Y/N, you can touch me if you want.” Your head turned towards her and you finally looked into her big green eyes. It was so beautiful that no part of her body interested you as much as this. “Your eyes are so…lovely.” The woman seemed confused at these words. Her clients told her a lot, in particular something about her breasts or ass, but never before had anyone given her a compliment with such trepidation. “Oh, what a cute little thing you are Y/N.” She stood up on your knees, her hands reached for the clasp of her skirt, which she was still wearing, but you stopped her. “No, don't. I mean, you're so beautiful, you don't need to take your clothes off to prove it."

This was the third time you had confused her that night. Of course, your inexperience spoke to you, but you also didn’t want to do something so blatant with her, at least not right now. Although perhaps there was one thing that you wanted to get. “I...can you kiss me? That is, if you don’t want to or it’s forbidden, I don’t insist, but...” Her soft, full lips fell on yours without allowing you to finish, it seems that at these words the woman’s heart sank painfully. Her dark lipstick mixed with your cherry gloss and with every movement of your lips, your hands gripped her soft thighs tighter. “Wanda...” You wanted to ask, but she wasn’t done with you. When there was not enough air, she pulled away and turned her head away. “Sorry, it was not according to regulations.” You didn't understand why she was apologizing.

“No, no, everything is fine, at least... it sounds so stupid but... maybe you would like to get to know each other better and go on a date, for example?” You realized how naive it sounded, asking the girl from the strip club you had just met on a date. Surely everyone who was with her in this room made her such an offer.

Instead of words, the woman got up from you and you thought that the time that your friend had paid for was over, but after a few seconds she handed you a piece of paper with numbers. “Here, this is my number, text me in the morning if you don’t change your mind.” You took the small piece of paper from her hands and carefully placed it under your phone case.

For a minute you were in an awkward ringing silence. “Can I kiss you again?” You asked shyly. Even then, Wanda couldn’t refuse you.

When you left the private room and said goodbye, your friend immediately met you with questions about how everything went. You told her, not knowing that in this evening Wanda did not bring anyone else into the room where you were together.

[cheolsfae]

𓆦 Skz when they aren't your bias

Requested: nope!

Genre: Fluff n stuff

Warning(s): Suggestive (?), slight possessiveness

Reblogs are appreciated! Requests are open! 🩵

Bang Chan:

He was absolutely thrown off. He didn’t understand why Minho was your bias. No, he wasn’t upset when you told him. Sure, his ego was bruised but that was the most he felt about it. At least, as much as he was aware of. You on the other hand knew better than that. He needed that reassurance. He had walked into the apartment seeing you on the kitchen table organizing your photocard collection (most of them of Minho). “Hey.” you piped up as he approached you. He greeted you back, he let out a groan as he picked up one of the cards. “Do you really need all the pictures of him?” You laughed lightly. No, you absolutely did not. In fact, the ones you should have should be of Chris. Or at least, that’s what he believes. “Yeah, I do. He’s so handsome! Don’t you think so?” He did not like that at all. He moved away from you and to the fridge pulling out a water bottle. His whole energy had changed. You were just teasing but today had been a rough day, you thought. He threw himself on the couch in the living room. You walked on over to him, sitting next to him, cuddling into his shoulder. It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up, “You know you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on?” Yeah, it was corny but if it made him feel better you were going to say it. He laughed lightly, “Didn’t you just say that about Minho?” You clicked your tongue. Never has that sentence ever left your mouth nor would it ever. Mostly because it wasn’t true! “I did not. I just said he was handsome, but you are the most handsome.” He pursed his lips and nodded, “Damn right, I am.” Back to his cocky self.

Minho:

Offended! He was very offended. Why was Changbin your bias? He was obviously better (in his own opinion). Changbin was almost the opposite of him. Minho was more “quiet” or at least that’s what he liked to believe about himself. Why would someone as quiet and innocent, like yourself, like someone so “chaotic and troublesome”? Well, you had many reasons why but you knew if you started to list them off, it would only make things worse with him. He was only going to get more jealous and possessive than he already was. As of now, you were not allowed to be alone in a room with Changbin due to this little fact he found out a few days ago. Prior to this, he was okay with it but after you had admitted it, he didn’t like it one bit. One of the other guys or himself had to be present. Yes, this was annoying. He needed to have a little more faith in you. Changbin wasn’t going to steal you away from him and he needed to know that you had chosen him over everyone. You only wanted him. At dinner tonight, that’s what you had told him. “I know that, but it doesn’t mean I like that he’s your bias and I’m not.” You rolled your eyes. It was going to be a long night with him. “Minho,” You grabbed his face in between your hands, squishing his cheeks. “I chose you. I’m with you. He isn’t going to change that. Nothing will. I’m forever yours.” With that being said, he smirked. “Mine? Prove it.”

Changbin:

Were you being serious right now? Was it really Hyunjin? How could you bias anyone besides your lovely boyfriend? No, he wasn’t the tallest man nor was he the most creative when it came to “arts and crafts”. But you know what? He was built like a brick house. He was a little intimidating with his big muscles so people wouldn’t mess with you. He could protect you! And he was funny! He knew how to make you laugh until you cried. What could Hyunjin do that he couldn’t do better besides the arts and crafts… “Honey, does it really matter? It’s just a silly bias.” It really didn’t matter, he was just letting his ego get in the way. He was letting something so silly get to him. “That’s not the point! Why am I not your bias?” You turned to look at him fully with the widest grin on your face. Him being so jealous was the cutest thing you’d seen. It was nice to feel that loved sometimes. “Because I know it gets on your nerves. Even though you know good and well, that I would never trade you for anything or anyone.” His face flared in red. He was completely embarrassed. He tackled you, “Why are you so cute? Who told you, you could be this cute?”

Hyunjin:

He wasn’t too happy to hear that Jisung was your bias. Yeah, Jisung was pretty funny but so was he in his own unique way. Hell, he could even paint. Anything you wanted! Hyunjin had his own good points. He was fully cognizant of them, he just was not sure if you were. Clearly not well enough if you had chosen someone else. Though, in your eyes, you hadn’t chosen someone else. There was no one who could replace or replicate Hyunjin in any way. He was the only one for you. So when you came home one night, he had surprised you with a fancy romantic dinner. You really didn’t know what was going on. Don’t get it wrong, it was very nice and sweet of him to do, it was just completely unexpected. “What’s all this?” You asked, clearly tired from the long day at work. “I thought you needed it.” He pulled out a chair for you. You took a seat and eyed him suspiciously, what had he done that he was trying to cover up? “Thanks, sweetheart.” you kissed his cheek. “Now, what’s the real reason you did all of this?” His eyes widened, he’d been caught. “Well,” he looked away. Very suspicious of him. This wasn’t like him at all. What had he done? “I did it so you wouldn’t leave me.” You gave him an incredulous look. What the hell was he thinking? “What? What makes you think I’m leaving you?” He shook his head, he wasn’t going to talk about this right now. Well, he didn’t want to. But if he didn’t want to he shouldn’t have brought it up because you were not going to let it go. “I’m not leaving you. Where the hell did you get that idea from?” His thought process was you biased Jisung therefore you were going to leave him for the younger. After he explained it to you, you just stared at him. “Well, are you? I understand.” You shook your head vehemently. “Never. I’m never leaving you. Stop thinking that way. It’s just a silly thing. It means nothing!” You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours, kissing it gently. “You’re stuck with me until the day one of us dies. You’ve got no choice.” He smiled, he was back to himself.

Jisung:

He did not blame you one bit. He also biased Felix he admitted. Felix was so adorable, who could resist him? Doesn’t mean that he particularly liked it though. You had been spending a lot of time with Felix lately. But that was mostly because the holidays were coming up and he needed help baking desserts for everyone as a thank you and happy holidays. But that wasn't the way Jisung was perceiving it. He thought you liked Felix better. When you came home from Felix's, you would tell him all of the silly little things that had happened while baking. Someone had mistaken the salt for sugar and you guys had to throw out a whole batch. Or when you had fallen and all of the cookie dough landed on the roof and stuck. Chris wasn't too happy about that but it was still funny. "Why don't you go with me tomorrow? We could always use more hands." He scowled, "No thanks, I'd rather not see my partner and best friend flirting." you clicked your tongue, hitting him lightly. "We aren't flirting. Come with me." He didn't say anything for a second. "It's clear you've had your eye on him since the very beginning. Remember? He's your bias." You knew you shouldn't have said anything to him about that. It was bound to start an argument one way or another. "And? I'm with you and he's one of my friends. You're the only chipmunk I want. No matter how good of a baker he is." You teased, trying to lightly the mood. "Chipmunk?" You nodded, "I'd better be."

Felix:

Devastated wasn’t even the word to describe what he felt! He was annihilated! Completely destroyed. How could you bias anyone but him? Was he not cute enough? Honestly, it was a matter of him not feeling good enough for you. The man was more than enough for you, you just happened to bias Seungmin. This had happened way before the two of you had even met. Seungmin has been your bias pretty much since day one. This wasn’t something you chose, your bias had chosen you. That was the way you had explained it to Felix, at least. The explanation didn’t make him feel any better though. He felt like he was not good enough to attract you in the first place. Which was the furthest thing from the truth! He was more than enough for you! “If that’s true then, why Seungmin?” You really didn’t know how to respond to this. Yes, you had reasons for biasing Seungmin but it would sound like you wanted to be with him more than you wanted to be with Felix which was not the case! You were afraid he would misunderstand you like he already had once before. You weren’t going to lie to him either, though. “Because of how he takes care of you when I’m not around.” Which wasn’t a lie. It was true, Seungmin did take care of Felix for you, it was the biggest reason why. “Really?” He asked, close to tears. The poor baby had taken it to heart! You nodded your head. His smile was slowly returning. You patted his head, “Feel better?” He nodded, cleaning up some of the tears threatening to fall. “Good, now come here!” You shouted before tackling him and smothering him in the affection he deserved.

Seungmin:

Jeongin? Really? Jeongin? Over himself? This was kind of surprising. He wasn’t expecting it to be him. Maybe Minho or Felix. Felix would have made the most sense, he was adorable. But no, you had chosen Jeongin. Maybe it was because he was the baby of the group? Nonetheless, he trusted you and knew you wouldn’t leave him for anyone else. He had his full trust and faith in you. Jeongin on the other hand was a different story. Mainly, because he knew the youngest would give him hell for it. He wasn’t going to be living this down anytime soon. Anytime Jeongin had the chance, he lept on it to mess with Seungmin. The whole thing was more of an inconvenience than anything else. “You have to tell him you don’t bias him anymore. I don’t know how much more teasing I can take from him. Not to mention, it’s the same joke 80 times in a row. It’s nothing he hasn’t said before.” You laughed at your partner who was flopped over on the couch. “Is it really that bad or are you just exaggerating?” He gave you a blank stare. Of course it was that bad, he wasn’t one to exaggerate like that. “Okay, if it’ll make you feel better then I’ll tell him someone else is my bias. I’ll say I switched lanes.” You giggled. “Oh? Are you going to tell him it’s me?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Pft, no. I’ll probably say it’s Changbin or something.” He glared jokingly at you before groaning and laying face down in the pillows, “Why does my partner hate me?” You laughed and patted his head, he was going to live through this just fine.

Jeongin:

He very well understood why but that didn’t mean that he liked it. Chris was strong, talented, and very caring. There were good characteristics about him that your partner understood why you’d biased him, he just flat out didn't like it. Whenever Chris would come and talk to you while I.N. was doing something else, he'd watch you and make sure nothing funky was going on between the two of you. Nothing was ever going to happen between you two and he knew that, but he couldn't shake his paranoid feelings about it. One time, you had reached your limit with it and you marched over to him with a stern look on your face, "Do you not trust me? Do you not trust Chan? What is it?" He was taken aback by the suddenness of the confrontation. "I trust you both." you sighed heavily, "Then why are you watching us like a hawk?" He went silent for a few seconds. "Because I- I don't know. He's your bias and it makes me nervous." You furrowed your brows, "I'm not leaving you for him. Your stuck with me." You pushed your index finger to his forehead, giving him a light push. He smiled apologetically , "Good."

[whiskeyghoul]

All tied up || [Spencer Reid X f!reader] Pt.1

First time posting a fic here.

The idea of Spencer remembering all the shibari knots from a book gave me the incredible urge to start writing. This is part one and mostly setting up to part two where all the spicy stuff will happen.

Tags: Shibari, eventual smut, consent, (idk I am bad at tagging)

Part two

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"I actually heard it can be very therapeutic." Spencer Reid stood next to you as you were bent over a case file. The unsub would tie their victims up in intricate red rope, displaying them like a piece of artwork. Suspended in mid air their bodies hung from ceilings. You had made a comment under your breath as you watched the detail in the knots, nothing of interest. Either they'd been strung up post mortem, which seemed unlikely with the way their bodies were contorted. Or while the victim was alive and cooperating. Meaning the victims trusted the unsub.

You knew of shibari, had seen it once when you had stumbled upon it while researching a sexclub where a suspected unsub was picking his victims. It piqued your interest, seeing the knots tied carefully with enough slack to allow fingers to slip past the rope. The shapes accentuating the women's bodies, looks of content on their faces. You had quickly squashed the thought at the time. Not wanting to address your new found interest in the slightest. Hoping that if you didn't think about it it would go away. Unfortunately that hadn't been the case. You'd managed to find pictures of the beautiful rope designs people created and it only fed the flame growing inside you. But when Spencer made that comment as he looked over your shoulder. Something stirred inside. Like he knew what you'd been thinking about.

"I don't think they found this very therapeutic." You retorted, eyes focused on the paper again. If they hadn't been crime scene photos they could have been beautiful. Spencer placed one hand on the desk, the other on the back of your chair as he leaned over. The heat of his body radiating off of him. You kept your eyes on the papers, not daring to look up at your workplace crush. Who, in all his genius, was the most clueless person you'd met. "Right, I don't think they did. Still, it's interesting to see the great care the unsub took to present them this way. It’s like a piece of art, he takes pride in his work." Spencer commented, saying the words you'd just been thinking. "It could have been beautiful if not for the murder." you said a bit solemnly, not thinking about your words, still trying to figure out whether the unsub tied them up post mortem or not. Absentmindedly tracing your fingers over the ropes in one picture.

"Would you ever want to try it?" Spencer suddenly asked. Your head whipped around in surprise, staring at the man who was looking down at you. He was gauging your reaction, which now that you realize it, was way too obvious. He'd probably already caught on to the fact you'd been interested in shibari from the case before. A damn good profiler even if he was clueless about your feelings for him. "W-what? No, of course not." You lied, feeling heat creep up your neck as you averted your eyes from him. “Why would you say that?” You asked in turn, knowing he’d already caught you in your lie. “Just the way you said it could have been beautiful. I’ve read a book on it once…” The way Spencer said it was suggestive, knowing what he meant once he said he read a book on it once. He remembers it all, the knots, the ties. He was offering to help you get it out of your system. The way he trailed off made it non committal, it wasn’t a full offer but it was up in the air. If you wanted to go in on it he wouldn’t judge. “You have? Are you interested?” Your voice was low, barely above a whisper because you were still in the bullpen. Colleagues and teammates are still around to hear if you spoke too loudly. “We have Saturday off.” Spencer spoke, it wasn’t an answer but an invite. “We do.” You agreed, and that was it. “You could come over.” Spencer said, there was something in his voice. It was low and smooth. “I can. At 2?” You added before daring to look up at him again, he nodded his head with a slight smile. There was a flush on his face. “I’ll see you then.” He added, pushing himself off the table and returning to his own desk, your eyes following until he sat down.

Your mind was jumbled with thoughts about what could happen when you get to his place. Mentally you were still trying to grapple with the fact that he had invited you, but standing on the doorstep had been quite the wake up. You rang his doorbell and Spencer buzzed you in. You walked to the elevator, pressing the button and stepping inside to head to the second floor. Stepping out and walking past the other doors until you reached his front door. A deep breath. You raised your hand, a timid knock on the door that was opened just a second too quickly. Like he had been waiting for you. “Hey.” Spencer breathed out the word, a slight smile on his lips as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks start to heat under his gaze. “Come in.” Spencer said as he stepped out of the way, letting you pass into his apartment. “Thanks.” You said as you observed your surroundings. You’d been in his apartment once before. It was lived in, slightly cluttered and warm. It smelled of books and coffee, some of his vices. His large leather couch was put to the side and the middle of his living room was currently a large open space. He’d prepared this. You swallowed thickly, knowing he’d taken care to get it all ready made you excited, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach. The small bag you had taken with you was placed down next to the coat rack. Your jacket was slipped off your shoulders by Spencer, the motion making you look over your shoulder at him. He gave you a reassuring smile, warming your heart and soothing your nerves. “Do you want something to drink first?” He asked as he hung your coat away. “No, thank you.” You replied, wanting to get to it rather than stall. It would make you nervous again to wait. Wanting to get started almost immediately. “Alright, then let’s get started?” Spencer asked it, maybe to have clear confirmation that this was what you wanted. He fidgeted slightly, perhaps as nervous as you had been before. You nodded your head, the action seeming to calm Spencer slightly, his hands stopping from fidgeting. Instead grabbing the red rope that was laid out on a side table, pushed to the wall this time.

“How do we start?” You asked, having prepared by wearing a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. Spencer turned back to you, taking two strides before he was right in front of you again. Something in his eyes had changed from before. “Strip.” His tone was different, making a shiver run down your spine.

This was going to be interesting.

[fuumiku]

They’re really interesting foils in many ways. I’ve always thought that Marcille & Mithrun have underrated dynamic potential. Give me the cringefail dungeon lords. Give me the elves with ears-centric metaphorical self-image issues. Give me the academic elites whose deepest strongest desires will always remain unreachable and the only option is to turn to the corrupt forbidden fruit of a demon pact. I am so so normal about Mithrun and Marcille

I wonder if the resemblance between captain Mithrun and general Hagreus aka Marcille’s fave in Dalclan is intentional… They definitely look very alike. It could represent idealization vs reality? Something something the romanticization of elves and their societal drama in their fiction vs a very real and imperfect product of their military system. The canaries certainly aren’t glamorous next to whatever Hagreus is the general of. I feel like she never had the opportunity to notice the resemblance herself bc within seconds of meeting him he was wrestling her on the ground but. If she had… She would so think he should have been his actor in the tallman stage play of Daltian Clan in that new extra comic hehe. I love the little details like Hagreus’ lips being drawn with extra details because they’re full and pretty while Mithrun’s lips are drawn with extra details because they’re chapped lmao.

This art is all silly and surface level but in my head mithrille is like so dramatic and I make up daltian clan level big plots with them gbdgd. I made a spotify playlist for mithrun if y’all interested, rn it’s mostly centered around cravings that consume and losing yourself and illusions inspired from his time as dungeon lord but it’s branching out. Varied vibes, levels of intensity and degrees of confusion and await you ✨ I would emotionally rant about Chainsaw Man ost lyrics and how they tie in with Mithrun and the winged lion’s relationship but this post is already a monster

I want more of these two please please please pleaseee just one or two interactions in the new canon content coming up… All they ever did was debate philosophy on desires and human self-fulfillment and try to murder each other, please… I never get to gush about them and I can’t shut up so if you want more thoughts I talk about them more below

To get a girl to peacefully accept arrest follow these simple steps: in private, ominously stand above her and forcefully interrogate her, while in public, tell her you’ve met before (untrue and also not a pickup line) and interrogate her with a thin veneer of decorum. If all else fails, threaten and follow through on said threat. My guy needs more than just physical therapy I’m afraid

Sorry if most of these were Marcille-centric with Mithrun standing there looking cool, if I were doing these more from Mithrun’s pov things would be like "She’s a bit much but I guess I don’t mind hanging around her." or "Oh you’re a half-elf? -insert elven supremacist rethoric-" or "I have to keep her from becoming demon stew." immediately followed by "Did someone say demon? Kill kill kill kill kill" since these are set prior to like really knowing another. Then things would be more like "huh she has bad tastes in novels but her magic research is pretty interesting" and "I’m lonely and don’t understand myself— Oh she loves talking about feelings? Oh shi-" That last one is an aspect of why I like Marcille and Mithrun’s potential dynamic lol. She’s very… Emotionally intelligent alongside being impulsive. You think you have no feelings because the world has beaten them out of you? Think again!! Marcille be upon ye! -In a therapy sort of way but mostly in a connecting with people and your own self through interpersonal relationships and talking kinda way. I just think a lively, upbeat, annoying friend way too interested in your personal life would do him good, the canaries are nice but like if Marcille went to prison and was a sort of extra new bunkmate I think that’d be interesting and fun to read is what I’m saying

Unlike Kabru she wants all the useless messy filler of his backstory, eating chips while listening. Like two chibi sets side by side, "me and my fellow canaries, name name and name-" "Hold on that’s too much info we have to compact this" vs "Then we were to sleep on the third floor of the dungeon, which had the look of a mausoleum, and name and name got into a fight over the campfire placement." while Marcille is like uh-huh what next what next while kicking her feet. She thinks of pre-dungeon pompous Mithrun and is like omg you went through a character arc and became better as a person- and then he opens his mouth and she’s like nevermind let’s keep working on that. She would also go "ew ur hair is greasy" and give him a full hair care treatment. What I’m saying is I need them to be forced to spend time in a dungeon together and become besties through a life or death roadtrip

Marcille is insecure about her ears, long, like an elf’s pride should be, but rounder, inelegant. Seeing Mithrun though, the epitome of beauty, with his half-cut ears make it a sillier thought. Not sure if Mithrun is the best person to reconnect with ur elven culture with but it sure is an option Marcille would so appreciate being around someone both cool headed and kind, I genuinely think they’d get along, like not that Senshi isn’t that too most of the time but I think Mithrun would be in a way that’s more refreshing to her. I’d be so curious about them discussing Dalclan, I doubt he’d have read it but she could make him read it, maybe post-canon with the excuse that they’re trying to find him a new hobby hah. He’d tear into the writing and everything but it’d be a fun time, I like to think that it’d make him a bit less prejudiced. Marcille @ Mithrun "👉👈 Soo maybe you don’t know these books they’re pretty recent having come out 50 years ago but…"

I’ve been in a Mithrun phase I want to make and read Mithrun-centric fics and angst so baaad. I razz him a lot here but he’s literally a traumatized military man that became obsessed with revenge due to bad coping and neglects himself in the process idk not much for him going on and some of it is because he has to work on himself, but hey no one’s perfect it all comes from a place of love and relating though I prommy. He’s the one ungodly angsty squeaky toy blorbo with brain damage rep I have don’t take him from me

[master-of-the-game]

Commissions in Summer Drop!

You know that there would be summer art sale and I decided to try to take some commissions along with other stuff. I’ve never done this before and feel like trying now.

How many slots do I open?

10. Here I will update how many free slots are still available.

Count: 8/10

Price?

100$ + shipping (the last time there were some accidents and problems with cheap shipping, so this time I plan to send the items as parcels and a via a priority shipping option)

What do you get?

For this money you get:

B\w graphic drawing on fine quality paper (material object, NOT a print of a digital one) A5 or any format smaller (A4 is possible if you need it but it will increase shipping cost) + high quality digital scan of it.

This drawing is made only once for you personally. They are NOT to be repeated as those from my blog, so you just get a unique graphic work.

Bunch of themed handmade stickers

Some other themed surprise stuff in package 😊

You may look at examples of drawings below

(examples are copies of drawings I’ve already made, your drawing will be unique)

What you can order?

Any StarTrek character (Mostly DS9 and those Cardassians from books I draw regularly, may be TNG, VOY or ENT) in mostly any situation/outfit/AU etc.

SFW (for this time), NO gore, body horror or same stuff.

There might be two or three characters on drawing (+30$ for each. Additional children (like cardassian babies), pets, animals, etc. go for free).

PG-13 is maximum because of law of sending country ☹ All is discussable, if you have any ideas you are welcome.

The most important part: Till when? When they will be sent? How do I order?

You may order till July 15 (or till there are open slots left)

The parcels will be sent soon after July 22.

You write me a DM. You order, we discuss, I confirm, create a drawing, send you a photo, pack it. Then you tell me your postal address and other coordinates, and few days before sending I give you card number to pay. Attention! You pay after the item is created and I learn the shipping cost! Then the item is sent and I give you a track number and send a scan of your drawing. Examples (copies)

[thealexchen]

hi! i recently got back into lis2 again and that made me really curious - do you still agree with a majority of the critiques you made on lis2 in 2020? i know it's been 4 years since that post was made, but i actually do remember when you dropped this critique on a separate account and i'd thought it was an interesting one to keep in mind back then :)

i appreciated a lot of what you have to say, even if i respectfully disagree with almost all of it 😭 - i didn't want to drop a whole "why" i disagree discussion on here because it seems kind of rude to drop such a huge thing about it haha, but i would like to say that this critique actually did stick with me for a bit and i appreciate that you made it when you did! your account was a big lis2 acc that i remember back in the day, and i always loved seeing your posts!

Hi there and thanks for your ask! I think I may know who you are, but you did get me thinking about that critique again (has it been four years already?? Jesus). After rereading it again, I have to say my overall opinions haven’t changed… I’m just not as invested in them as I used to be.

Since DE came out, I’ve seen a drastic shift from favoring D9 to DN, but I really think the reception comes down to their creative choices (or lack thereof). When I gave my initial thoughts on DE in May, I said that D9’s games rely heavily on fanservice to be marketable, while LiS2 was divisive from the jump because it was so obviously rooted in DN’s prioritization of making a game out of passion and not what would sell well (a continuation of Max and Chloe’s story). People have mostly been complaining that DE feels written without much thought or care for the original game, with lazy offscreen narrative decisions. Unfortunately, I believe this output is really due to D9 being puppeteered by Square to “corporatize” this series to death, which I find really depressing.

When LiS1 first debuted in 2015, the gaming industry was still recovering from Gamergate (which proved how misogynistic it still was) and LGBT+ issues were finally achieving mainstream attention, both positive and negative. The media storm surrounding LiS1 all focused on how different it was. It was truly radical at the time to turn what would be a typical Sundance indie film plot into an interactive AA game and make it mainstream. I think both the positive attention from gamers starved for a story like this and the negative attention calling it “Life is Tumblr” contributed to its massive popularity and attention that hasn’t been matched since.

I have always, always believed (like since 2018) in LiS being an anthology series and letting Max and Chloe’s story end. “Farewell” was supposed to be that, and I was really excited to see what DN was making next and hopeful I could fall in love with LiS2 like I did the first game. Even if I found LiS2’s narrative choices really frustrating, I still respect DN for sticking to their vision. Honestly, Michel Koch deserves his flowers so much for staying active on Twitter through years of fan hate and complaining and posting consistently respectful replies, even as his own characters have likely become unrecognizable to him.

But while DN stuck to their vision about LiS2, I think the main contextual issue with the game (and where my critiques came from) is there was too much pressure to follow up an accidental hit. DN wanted to follow up LiS1 with an even bigger, more serious, more ambitious, maybe more “artistic” and “daring” game that was boldly political… but I just don’t think they achieved that. The game still looks beautiful, with a strong soundtrack, art direction, moments of calm, and great environmental storytelling like the first game. But while LiS1 lured you into a false sense of security with its cozy vibes and high school setting, only to blindside gamers with heartbreaking and shocking plot twists late in the game, LiS2 is just a misery fest from start to end in an attempt to be as serious and memorable as the first game. There isn’t enough joy and nostalgia (DN is SO good at nostalgia) to contrast the sorrow, and the game wasn’t as memorable or fun to play for me.

My main critique in 2020 was the game relies too much on a violent trauma narrative without proper research and content warnings. Looking back on it now, I think DN internalized the praise too strongly that LiS1 was daring and different. They tried to be even more topical and bold without regard to how actual players of color might react to the racial violence onscreen. In addition, I critiqued LiS2 for not showcasing the positive aspects of Sean and Daniel’s Mexican heritage to contrast all the racism, and I thought True Colors did a better job at including meaningful and positive cultural details for Alex and Gabe’s family. They likely didn’t think to research more carefully how to depict POC (and how the standards for sensitive representation might be different in the U.S. compared to France). American politics are also wayyyy more complex than what’s on the news, and have a massive historical, social, and economic background, and nowadays, I’ll cut DN some slack and say I think that’s too much to tackle for any game. Yes, DN could’ve done better, but I wouldn’t critique them as harshly today, and I know they had good intentions.

If the pressure to follow up LiS1 wasn’t there, maybe LiS2 could’ve been different. Maybe DN wouldn’t have bit off more they could chew, or maybe this game could’ve been made independently of the LiS series and judged on its own merit. A game like Tell Me Why shows how DN is at their best when they tell smaller, nostalgic stories and are able to do the right research and collaborate with the right consultants and actors. I hope Lost Records can be the same, since DN is pitching it from the jump as an anthology and likely their do-over of LiS as their own independent studio.

Thank you again for asking! It was nice to revisit my critique. If you’d still like to talk about it, I am down for a friendly debate!

[danibee33]

More Simon “Ghost” Riley brain rot because I’ve been in a car for 8 hours 🙃

But this time, make it undercover!Ghost🩶

(inspired by “Billie Bossa Nova” by Billie Eilish - reader goes by callsign: “Hela”)

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•thinking about Ghost being absolutely livid that he’s the one chosen to attend the event- some ritzy, wildly overpriced and stupidly exclusive, art exhibition.

•”You’re the only one that they wouldn’t know- they can’t recognize a face they’ve never seen. We’ve already talked about it-“ Price pinches at the bridge of his nose, sitting behind his desk, sitting in the same exact position he was in an hour ago, trying to convince his lieutenant that it truly was a last resort.

•Ghost huffs out a rumbling sigh, only just barely fighting back the urge to roll his eyes- the military bearing far too engrained in him to disrespect a superior officer. But really, he knows it’s because he respects John too much as a friend.

•and he’s just about close the door behind him when he hears the older man’s voice again, “Hela will be your second.”

•sure, he could try to argue like he so badly wants to, but judging by how far he made it with this, he wouldn’t be getting the answer he wanted either way.

•it’s not that the 141’s newest lieutenant was incompetent or incapable, no, you were far from either of those things.

•you were smart, a great leader, and even better in a team than he could ever dream of being. you had only made them better-

•but you were a fucking pain in his ass, with your annoying and, at times overbearing, sunshine fucking personality. Your habit of wanting to learn things about him and the others just to see them perk up a bit, though you’ve yet to figure out what makes Ghost not look like a walking rain cloud-

•and it had taken them months to figure out how the hell you got such a dark and foreboding callsign such as Hela, Norse fucking goddess of death- it didn’t make any sense, there was no way, right? No way someone so sweet and chipper could be that brutal.

•boy, how wrong they were.

•you were downright certifiable on mission, merciless on the battlefield, with your laughter trickling through the radios after a particularly challenging kill- there was something wrong with you, but he guesses that’s why you fit in so well with the rest of them.

•they were all a little fucked up in the head. You had to be, to do what needs to be done, to do all the terrible things no one in their right mind could do.

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•when the night arrives, Ghost is left staring at his own reflection, and it physically pains him to leave the comfort of his balaclava laying on the bathroom counter- even though he knew Price had made sure to limit his exposure to only the bare minimum, it didn’t make it easier.

•”You’ll meet Hela inside the venue, she’s in a black, floor length dress, red purse, hair up.” He nods at his captain’s words, committing the details to memory as he slides into the back seat of the blacked out SUV.

•the ride blurs by, he doesn’t pay attention to anything going on outside, preferring to focus on the parameters of the mission; it would be mostly recon, some light pick-pocketing, a little slight of hand, a cellphone full of intel procured-

•he certainly doesn’t dwell on how excited you were to had been to go undercover, or how you had talked fucking relentlessly about the dress you picked for your “007 moment”, as you so lovingly to referred to the mission- and to his surprise, Johnny had apparently helped you pick it out.

•and there’s no reason whatsoever for that fact to have made him want to wring the Scot’s neck.

•Ghost steps out the car at the curb, straightening and buttoning the fitted, black tuxedo jacket- the grimace on his scarred lips doing a well enough job of carving a path through the sparse crowd.

• “C’mon, LT- ye could try ta’look like ye spent an obscene amount o’money ta be here.” Johnny playfully drawls through the ear piece, “and lemme tell you-“ he pauses to give a quiet whistle for effect, and this time Ghost doesn’t stop his eyes from rolling back, “Hela is lookin’ real bonnie, aren’t ye, lil’ LT?”

•”Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Ghost grunts back, eyeing the upper windows of the surrounding buildings before waltzing through the grandiose entrance-

• “Hm, I thought it was nice.. thank you, Soap.” You say, and he swears he can hear the smile in your sultry tone. The one that you just love to use on comms.

•Johnny gives a low chuckle, “Ye’re very welcome, ma’am.”

•Christ fucking alive. Ghost is in hell, he’s sure of it.

•but then, he sees you. And at first, he’s not entirely sure he’s even looking at the right person- because, of course he’s seen you in civilian clothes, even some more form fitted PT gear; and he’s always had a hard time dragging his eyes away from you even then. Right now, though?

•right now, he’s ardently staring at your profile, studying the lines of your face under the soft glow of the museum lighting- the way your glossy pink lips are parted just slightly as you look up at the painting in front of you, your fingers daintily clasped around a flute of champagne, a deep red leather clutch in your other hand.

•something compels him to blend back into the crowd, silently moving to take you in from all angles, his eyes roaming and lingering all the same-

•and it’s at that moment he realizes Price severely understated your “black, floor length dress”. Yes, it was all those things, but fuck.. a warning would’ve been nice-

•he also decides then that he will wring Johnny’s neck- because if he helped you pick this? well that means he’s already seen too much. And Ghost couldn’t have that-

•the dress you chose is fitted like a second skin, high neck and long sleeves, entirely modest and yet.. it manages to leave so, so little to the imagination with the way it hugs every single curve- but it’s the back that causes an awful flicker of arousal to make his cock twitch.

•the back is completely, and gloriously, exposed- from the petite span of your shoulders, all the way down to the godforsken pair of dimples that decorate the lowest curve of your spine before the fabric meets together again right above the delicious swell of your ass-

•it takes everything in him to stay on track, to keep aware of his surroundings as he makes his way to your other side. It’s only then that you finally turn towards him, certainly having felt the weight of his gaze. But by the time you crane your neck to search the crowd, he’s already out of sight.

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•you scan over the strange and unfamiliar faces, unable to shake that feeling of being watched- it was probably just nerves, you knew Ghost would be with you on this, which means you’re well aware that he would be maskless tonight.

•and you really should not be so excited- this was still a mission, you shouldn’t be thinking about him.. shouldn’t be imagining what hides beneath the balaclavas-

•you’re so lost in the thought you can’t help to but gasp when you hear the familiar, brassy voice in your ear, “Spotted the target.”

•you barely stifle another gasp when you feel the sweltering heat of his palm suddenly pressed against your lower back- and you don’t know why the touch sends a rush of chills down your spine. Maybe it’s just knowing you’re finally about to see the ever enigmatic man’s face, or it could just be how comfortable he seems putting his hand on you like that.

•but when you try to turn, he holds you in place, the hand that was at the small of your back, moving to the gently hold the nape of your neck,

• “Wait..” He whispers, an odd mixture of authority and desperation in his tone.

• “Why?” You ask just as quietly, your eyes fixed ahead, but the beautiful art is lost on you now, too consumed by his proximity- by the standoffish brute of a man who had only looked at you like a nuisance for months. It’s ridiculous, what you should really be asking is why you care so much-

•but you don’t think you would know the answer to that, not for sure anyway; maybe it was that you craved his approval- you had earned it from literally everyone else by this point, but his had alluded you. And you couldn’t fucking stand it.

• “Ghost?” You try to pry a little further, his callsign coming out a bit breathier than you meant for it to, but the way his thumb is rubbing back and forth, back and forth, so softly, so slowly.. it’s enough to drive you crazy.

• “Target’s directly to your left- cellphone in his right jacket pocket.” Without warning he removes his hand and brushes past you, taking with him the chance to see any of his features apart from the head of wavy, honey blonde hair that’s been messily swept back.

•and it’s the purposely careless movement that causes you to stumble, your crystal flute knocking right against the sturdy chest of the man that had just approached the painting,

• “Oh! Oh, my god- I am so-“, you slip the device from his pocket almost too easily, “so, sorry, sir.”

•it’s easy to distract him, flashing a bright, slightly nervous smile- bat your pretty lashes up at him, maybe let your hand linger a bit too long on his bicep..

• “‘M sorry, sweetheart-“ Ghost is back, and you have to force yourself not to immediately focus on his presence, instead noticing how he efficiently leans around you to slip the bugged phone into the target’s pocket.

•and again, it’s unsettling how natural it feels for him to snake a muscular arm around your waist, and god, the way he settles his big hand possessively over your lower stomach has your knees weak and an uncomfortable pressure building between your legs.

• “Just saw an old friend, and he wants to meet you, love.” He says it like it was the most normal night in the world, holding you like you could’ve been a couple- but, he’s just playing his part, right?

•after another round of apologies, Ghost promptly leads you away, your hand held firmly in his as he weaves through and around the small groups of people who couldn’t care less about you.

“Riley- hang on.” You hiss just as he turns a corner, finally far enough way to give the all clear to Price and Soap without concern of being overheard, but he’s still just ahead of you, his face still just out of view.

•you struggle to keep up with his monstrous strides in your outrageous heels, “That excited to get away from me, huh?”

•no, you don’t mean for it to sound so bitter, it was suppose to be a joke, but maybe it’s a little more honest than you care to dive into right now. But, it does finally get his attention, his feet coming to such an abrupt halt that you stumble right into the thick, solid mass of his back.

•he opens a door, quickly turning to walk you backwards into the dark room- slamming the heavy wood shut as soon as you’re both inside.

•with effortless speed, he pulls your earpieces out, shoving them him in his pocket, “what. the. fuck, Ghost? What are you doing?!”

• “Fucking hell, do you ever shut up?”

•you scoff into the darkness, his giant silhouette still looming over you- and with your curiosity too quickly turned to rage, you shove him backwards,

• “What’s your problem with me?” You have to stop yourself from shouting, you know you’re away from the party, but there could still be staff close by, “Well?! What did I do tonight except everything I was suppose to? Please, tell me what I did wrong, because I am so fuckin-“

•the last thing you expect is to feel his hands grasp either side of your face, and it’s completely unfathomable what happens after-

•Ghost’s lips collide with yours in a rough, hungry kiss, one that leaves you to stunned to do anything but let your body do what you’ve fantasized about one too many times.

•but too soon, he pulls away, out of breath and still gripping your face, “No, sweet girl, no. You’ve been perfect tonight, and you look..”

•you reel at his praise, your lungs seizing at the sound of the pet name on his tongue- internally cursing the lack of light for depriving you of getting to see his expression.

•Because you so desperately wanted to know what the actual fuck was going on and why it was happening right now.

• “-so bloody beautiful.. you’re fucking stunning, y’know that?”

•he kisses you again before you can even attempt to think of an answer, but this time you’re ready, turning your head to deepen the gesture into something dangerously close to sinful. Heated and passionate, you cling to him, letting your purse drop to the floor so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

•his hands wander, needy, yet so languid, you feel him trace the lines of your back, every touch delicately ravenous. And the fire you feel spread through your entire body at the simple skin to skin contact threatens your already very thinly tethered control-

•you take a step, then another, your hands now splayed out over his broad chest- pushing him until you both feel his back make contact with the door, his lips moving lower now, hands pulling you closer.

•the old light fixture crackles to life when you flip the switch, effectively freezing you both in this moment- crossing boundaries that could never be uncrossed, seeing each other in a way that couldn’t be forgotten.

•and you don’t know exactly why you keep your eyes clamped shut, even when you feel him lean back just slightly, though his nose still grazes across your cheekbone, and his fingertips are still dug into the flesh of your hips.

•your breath stutters when he presses a single kiss to your lips, the taste of champagne mixing with a hint of tobacco and peppermint, it was an odd combination, but you find yourself craving it already- what a terrible drug he is.

•without pulling away, he speaks against your lips, and you can feel the smile on his, hear the timbre in his voice, “It’s all right, love.. you can look. I know you want to..”

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>>>> {Part II}

PLS DONT HATE ME. I never meant for it to be this long, so I’m splitting it into two parts 😬 (unless I shouldn’t??)

[ghostgirl-22]

To Be Loved by Everybody But You

18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Day 17: First time (I’m behind 😭)

To say he’s down bad is an understatement. He’s down horrendously. He keeps thinking it’s gonna go away if he hooks up with enough girls. Hell, it’s fucked up but he’s even fucked Arts girlfriend a handful of times just because she’s his. He doesn’t like her for him. She gave into him way too easily. He knows he’s a fucking asshole. But whoever gets to be with him has to be special. Art is so special.

And his real mistake was teaching Art how to touch himself in the first place. Mutual masturbation, led to kissing, led to dry humping led to whatever the fuck has been happening on and off during sleepless nights in their dorm room for years.

Jackson doesn’t look like Art. He’s shorter for one thing, Art’s about 6 ft tall, Jackson is probably 5’10. He’s decidedly less blonde, his haircut is entirely different, short, straight and spiky with gel on top. He’s hairier and he tans like an Italian. Patrick fidgets on his bed, tap tap tapping his fingers along the headboard. They’re in Jacksons room. His roommate’s always going home for the weekend because his family lives nearby. Kinda defeats the purpose of boarding school but whatever.

Jackson is cute enough, not Patrick’s type but he’s cute. He’s the only boy that’s openly out but apparently he’s hooked up plenty of times. “I don’t kiss and tell… but no he’s never asked me.” Jackson says when Patrick asks about Art.

“You’re nervous,” Jackson points out. He settles next to Patrick on the bed.

”I’m not fucking nervous,” Patrick lies. He sits closer to Jackson. He’s made out with him before when he couldn’t kiss Art. It doesn’t quite soothe the ache but it’s something.

”You look like you’re gonna vomit,” Jackson says dryly, he curls his fingers into Patrick’s hair. “I’m surprised you two really never fucked.”

“I told you—“

“Yeah I know what you told me…” he says. “I think it’s fucking toxic and if you don’t draw boundaries that’ll probably end up blowing up in your face.”

Patrick grabs him and pulls him into a kiss mostly to shut him up. They start making out on his bed. Patrick does what he would with a woman. If he’s going to be on top the way Jackson suggested then it can’t exactly be that different. He’s anxious though. He’s not drunk but he doesn’t need to be drunk to close his eyes and imagine Art. It feels good until Jackson makes a sound and then Patrick’s disoriented. He almost loses his nerve but his dick is so hard.

He’s just been fucking the wrong gender… if he can do this… the obsession will go away and he can be normal. He stops and sighs.

“You’re supposed to put on lube so it—“

”I know,” Patrick says.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Jackson says playfully, he starts rubbing Patrick through his shorts. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to ask me, you have such a big one.”

Patrick smirks. He hears it often enough that he’s really confident about that part… even if he’s taken down a peg by this being his first time and not Jackson’s. He tries to imagine what Art would say in this situation. He already knows what he’d look like… he’s watched him bend over enough when they play doubles. God.

“Okay so…” Patrick reaches for the lube.

“You want me to help?” Jackson asks.

Patrick wants to tell him he gets it and he thinks he gets it but he just needs a little clarity. “Do I put it on you? In your…” he gestures vaguely at Jackson’s lower half.

“I mean yeah, you can do it like that, I can bend over and you can put it on your fingers and get me wet. Or you can put it on your cock… or let me put it on it.”

Patrick shrugs, “I can do it… are you gonna…bend over?”

Jackson smiles, “I want to watch you do it. Then I’ll bend over.”

Patrick takes a breath, “fine,” he says and he eases his dick out and pulls a condom on.

Jackson licks his lips. Patrick laughs, “this is so awkward.”

“It’s hot,” Jackson says. “It’d be hotter if you let me put it on.”

Patrick gives him an amused look.

“I’m serious, imagine like you always do, that I’m your roommate and we’re just fucking around. He’s touched your cock right?”

“Yeah,” Patrick says.

“Imagine he’s putting it on you so you can fuck him,” Jackson says.

Patrick grips himself tighter. Imagining Art when he’s in that state, the state where he’s dizzy and horny and grinding his ass along Patrick’s erection while Patrick fists his—

“Dont fucking start jerking off,” Jackson laughs.

Patrick groans brought back to reality in an instant. “Okay shut up, let me—you should bend over.”

Jackson moves to get into position and honestly Patrick just wants the dark. “Can you turn off the lamp?”

“Better for your fantasy huh?” Jackson says.

Patrick sits up as the lights go low. The dim light from the hallway and moonlight between the blinds is the only illumination. Art probably thinks Patrick snuck into his girlfriend’s room. His girlfriend probably thinks he’s exhausted after practice and is spending Friday night messing around with Art. He hopes they don’t run into each other in the mess hall. It’s how his last relationship got fucked.

It’s still not perfect. Jackson is hairy where Patrick knows Art wouldn’t be when he grabs him and slides his shorts down. He steadies Jackson and tries to ease himself in. He hears Jackson breathing. It’s really, really tight, virgin tight but oddly enough he feels himself sinking deeper into the tight ring of muscle. He feels what must be clenching from Jackson and he groans. This actually feels fucking good. Different than pussy but really fucking good.

“Fuck you’re big,” Jackson gasps.

Patrick moves his hips. He wishes, God, how he wishes he could do this in Art. He’d probably be so tight. Patrick would have to listen to the whiny voice he gets when he’s close. Art would have the same comment, “slow down, Patrick”, “it’s too big, Patrick”, “do it again, Patrick.”

He’s gasping fucking into him. Jackson doesn’t get wetter but the lube keeps him slipping in and out and because it’s so tight and his brain is so fixated on Art he comes, what could be considered embarrassingly quick.

He isn’t normally embarrassed in bed but he feels it when he pulls out and Jackson sighs, with what sounds like disappointment.

“Uh give me two minutes,” Patrick says.

“Well technically I already…never mind.”

Patrick laughs and settles down on the bed leaning up against the wall. “Yeah okay, well give me two more.”

“Two more minutes,” Jackson sits next to him.

“Does it hurt?” Patrick asks.

“No, I mean, yours takes some getting used to but it’s a good hurt.”

Patrick nods, his eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness.

“You want to try it?”

“Yeah,” Patrick says. “Next time.”

“And he’s okay with this?”

“He doesn’t know.”

“So what? You guys do everything but fuck?”

“Look, we don't have to talk about him,” Patrick says.

“Isn’t all of this about him?”

Patrick sighs and slides down the wall.

“I’ve been in love with a “friend” before…it sucks.” Jackson continues. “Especially when it feels like your lovers.”

“He would never be okay with this.” Patrick laughs bitterly. “He thinks the kissing and stuff… he thinks it’s just messing around. Boys being stupid. And he acts like he’s grown out of it… now that he’s not a virgin anymore.”

“Yeah I know plenty of guys in denial. You should stop before you hurt yourself.”

Patrick hopes it’s denial and that he’s not gonna be kept away from Art forever. But until Art figures it out he can keep doing this to stave off the feelings. He’s never been good at self preservation.

“I think I’m ready again,” he says.

[billdenbrough]

fem kevaaron studying ^_^

it starts, as many things do, because of neil

specifically bc neil is being really annoying. like. “more than usual,” kevin says, huffing, as she drops her stuff on aaron’s bed

“yes, kevin, go ahead. spread your stuff out. feel welcome,” aaron says dryly, but she’s already tucking her legs in a little, straightening up so she’s sitting with one leg crossed, the other a line of skin against the wall, her papers mixed in with kevin’s books in the middle of her bed. “he’s annoying all the time,” she points out. “you usually cope.”

“usually i can criticise his form in drills,” kevin grumbles. “it’s less effective when we’re studying.”

aaron’s mouth drops open. “you tried to study with him? have you lost your mind?” she shakes her head. “i can barely do it, and i’ve made an art form out of ignoring him.”

“can we just study,” kevin whines. begs, maybe. she’s trying not to think about it. life is a little easier to swallow around when she doesn’t let those sorts of words invade her thoughts when she’s around aaron.

“you’re the one who interrupted my studying,” aaron points out, making a face, but she acquiesces. makes some more room for kevin on her bed, even as she grumbles that she shouldn’t. her socked toes keep bumping against kevin’s bare knee. kevin keeps reciting important dates from her mesoamerican history reading to herself to try ignore it.

so it starts a pattern

it’s usually on aaron’s bed. this is partially because kevin is “too fucking fussy” (aaron’s very gracious and dignified way of putting it) about things on her bed, partially because when they do it in the house in columbia, aaron is the only one with an actual bed (or even, you know, room) and partially because kevin gets distracted sometimes with aaron laying down on her bed, chewing on the end of her pen (which is objectively gross, and kevin should think is gross, but unfortunately kevin often thinks it’s hot, or at least, gets distracted by thinking about other things aaron could put in her mouth), that little furrow in her brow as she scowls at her biology textbook. (okay, so maybe it’s a little more partially. maybe it’s mostly that one. whatever. kevin’s not good at being alone, rarely ever is, but her bed is her domain. if her thoughts tend to stray when she’s on it, well, that’s just how it is)

kevin just drops her stuff everywhere, aaron complains and calls her a presumptuous bitch, kevin rolls her eyes and throws an energy drink at her head, and aaron stretches to catch it, leading to her grinning, smug and satisfied, and the afterimage of her bouncing chest burned into kevin’s eyes as she glances away, checking on her study materials

it’s good

it’s really good

aaron is focused, non-intrusive. kevin gets distracted sometimes watching her, but that’s true of many occasions. when kevin needs to memorise dates, aaron quizzes her on her flash cards, asking her prompting questions when kevin’s getting stuck at the end of the day, but keeping her expression blank when kevin’s trying to remember of her own accord. it’s weird, the way she knows what to do. then kevin thinks about how aaron studies, and she thinks she gets it. it’s mostly similar, but the parts that aren’t, it’s like —

once, when kevin was sick and ignoring it, aaron had checked her so hard on the court that kevin stumbled. which is pretty low effort in the scheme of things, but kevin didn’t often stumble to aaron—she’s an entire foot shorter than her, and kevin’s exy focus has always made her hard for anyone but matt, jean or thea to corner—and she doesn’t think aaron really wanted to knock her flat. (kevin has been knocked flat on her back by aaron before. her first thought, naturally, was about how to make best use of it against beckenridge. her second thought was about how she didn’t mind the view, flat on her back and aaron scowling down at her. she tries not to think about that.) you’re fucking sick, aaron had said, eyeing her even as she’d offered her a hand. get off the court. kevin had been belligerent. you’re not the captain, she’d said, and aaron had rolled her eyes. fine, she’d said, then raised her eyebrows at neil, who had taken the signal for what it was. he’s not the captain either, kevin had hissed, but she’d started stomping off the court anyway. even as vice captain, neil could order her off the court, and probably would. kevin refused to allow that to happen. the indignity would probably choke her.

later, aaron had brought water to her in bed and raised an eyebrow at her. are you still sulking? she’d wanted to know. and kevin was, kind of, and kevin wasn’t, kind of, because kevin was still pissed at having to leave the court but something had burrowed deep in her stomach at the math of it all. kevin off the court = aaron had noticed she was sick. kevin off the court = aaron had watched her + aaron had noticed + aaron had cared enough to intervene. it was maybe a stupid thing to be appeased by, but something in kevin was. (she was still mostly pissed off about having to leave the court, and complained to aaron at length, who rolled her eyes and huffed at kevin and ignored all her complaints but stayed anyway, just doing some crossword as she sat cross-legged on the edge of kevin’s bed while kevin bitched her way into drowsiness.)

so what kevin thinks is that even the parts of their study style that don’t match, aaron knows how to accommodate for kevin, because she notices kevin too. watches her, keeps an eye out, does little things that maybe don’t matter but mean kevin matters, at least a little, and that’s something, isn’t it?

and sometimes, when kevin is wearing her reading glasses (the ones she sorta hates because they’re an odd sensation on her face, something she’s still getting used to, the ones aaron had to drag her to the optometrist for because everyone else was busy that day) and sifting through an especially dense text, and aaron gives a gusty sigh and rubs at her eyes, then uses kevin’s thigh as a pillow as she scowls fiercely up at the ceiling and kevin looks down at her, affectionate and endeared and amused, all this fondness—

and sometimes, in those moments, when aaron meets her eyes and her lips quirk up in a half-smile, higher on the left than right, momentarily appeased from her biochem-induced disgruntlement by kevin’s smile – sometimes kevin thinks that maybe the little things matter to her too

(aaron, months later, when this comes up eventually after they’ve gotten their shit together: what. of course they mattered. c’mon, kev, you can’t have thought that just any smile would have made me smile back? oh my god. this is a terrible conversation. i can’t believe we’re having it. you’re the worst. you thought—imagine! imagine! as if neil’s smile would have ever made a situation better. oh my god. i can’t stand you.)

(it’s ok. kevin kisses the complaints out of her mouth, bc now she knows she can. aaron harrumphs, but she smiles against her lips, kisses her back. yeah, kevin day. the little things matter. you matter.)

[writing-for-life]

Tags, Glorious Tags

Some encouragement to follow and check them more consistently…

So I did a little experiment: Tags with under 1k followers don’t get their numbers shown on Tumblr. I put the Sandman characters through the search, and while there were no big surprises (if we think about the main fandom demographic), the numbers were still staggering.

I tried all sorts of different iterations, too, and included the higher/most frequently used ones:

Note to self: “Lucienne the librarian” is not a popular tag. Welp, I shall tag differently in the future.

Two outliers because people will also follow these for the Lucifer/Hellblazer series/comics, not The Sandman:

That’s it. All other characters have under 1,000 followers. I’ve also added the shipping tags to the bottom of this post. Read them and weep/laugh/whatever feels right.

Even if we take into consideration that the characters who already made an appearance in the series will get higher numbers than the ones that non-comic readers haven’t met yet (because let’s be honest: This is currently largely a TV-, not a comics fandom):

Where is Desire (I find that really surprising considering I constantly read how much people love Mason)?

Where is Despair?

Where is Calliope (she has a tag, but that’s in no way Sandman related. All Sandman ones are under 1k)?

Where is Johanna Constantine (also extremely surprising to me)?

Where is Rose Walker, who had a whole arc?

Where are Fiddler’s Green, Unity (both too old presenting, I get it, but it’s just driving the point home that it’s not about narrative importance but having the hots 🤣), Gault, Nada, to just name a few?

This has nothing to do with screen time allocated to characters, as should also be obvious. Even Matthew is more popular than other (mostly female) characters who drive the story, or are at least a big part of it.

It would be easy to say, “Well, these are just the favourites, nothing we can do about that.” And while that’s true, it’s also not quite as simple…

Fandom favourites vs checking the tags

As someone who runs a Sandman blog that tries to cover all characters (and of course I cover some more than others, so it’s definitely not about that) and isn’t too interested in shipping, I can see how the reblogs stack—they come through people’s mutuals, not through tags (bar the popular two or three).

But if we really love a character, we need to check and follow their tags consistently, and I can tell that’s often not the case but for said popular two or three. Posts for those tend to get default engagement because even people who don’t follow me check these tags, and they reblog straight from there (i.e. not through a third person). Other characters though? Only if someone with a relatively popular blog reblogs (and that hardly ever happens, and if it does, it’s usually for Death, Delirium and maybe Lucienne). It never happens straight through the tags.

Which also makes it somewhat worth thinking about that we, on the one hand, bemoan that no one cares about certain characters while at the same time heavily relying (maybe not even consciously) on mutuals who do check tags to feed that stuff into our dash (and we probably often don’t scroll down very far either). I see those little fandom bubbles very clearly because my blog is pretty broad (as in not ship-centric) and I notice, on the regular, who kicks off the chain for those underappreciated characters no one but them goes into the tags for (you’re doing the Lord’s work 🫂).

This is not about saying some characters should be more popular or others shouldn’t, because people like what they like, and that’s okay. Morpheus is and always will be my favourite, and apparently, I’m in good company 😉

But I also love other characters of narrative importance, and if we want to see their art, their fics, their metas, we need to follow and, above all, check their tags. Regularly. Because that stuff is there. Maybe not quite as plentiful, but the problem is also: If no one interacts with it, people just give up.

But we need to actively look for it ourselves, not just through our mutuals. We also need to think about reblogging more. Liking is great but doesn’t quite cut it for the characters we want to see more of. It’s not how Tumblr works.

And if you create, it’s also good to keep in mind that some people will occasionally say they like or even love those characters, but they factually don’t love them enough to follow their tags. There’s nothing wrong with that per se, but the pipeline maintains itself fairly effortlessly while left field stuff is definitely more and harder individual work. And I get that it can feel tiring at times (ask me how I know).

But long story short: Please don’t let it discourage you so it turns into a vicious cycle. Keep on checking the tags, because there are people who create for them. Don’t just like but also reblog. Keep on tagging your stuff so people who love other characters than the main two or three, and those who ship rare pairs, can find you. (Remember that only the first five tags show up in tracked tags and only the first 20 will show up in searches, and that reblogs show up in neither.) It’s hard to cut through the popular tags, but it becomes even harder if fewer and fewer people are trying.

Plus: If you check the character tags outright, you don’t have to wade through everything else. The Sandman doesn’t just consist of its main tag.

And because it’s actually quite funny, I’ll just let the shipping tags speak for themselves (I just picked a few of the most “popular” ones in their different iterations, because if the stats for more popular ships already look like this, we don’t even need to think about rare pairs):

Corintheus: <1k

Morphienne: <1k

Morphanna/ConstantDream: <1k

Dreamuse: <1k

DreamingStar: <1K

Hellmuse: <1k

Gaultienne: <1k

Dreamling:

Even compared to individual character tags, the only one outshining Dreamling is the good old Dream Lord himself. Plus the main Sandman tag (but only #the sandman, because #sandman comes in at a comparably paltry 9.9k). Any questions left as to why most people are here? 😉But again: There are others. Follow and check the tags.

[pinejayy]

Art piece~ Gyokko x F!Reader smut

this is mostly for my pleasure and dirty minded head, and you can judge me all you want I won’t mind uwu my boyfriend already judges me for simping for this demon <3

warnings: dirty talking, oral (f!receiving), fingering, thigh riding, abit of degenerate, gyokko is the master of praising, orgasm, two mouths so twice the pleasure 😩, strip tease, master

just to clarify that gyokko is gonna be in his final form because yes daddy

~ Gyokko was a busy demon, he hardly had anytime free time. He was either busy making/selling his beautiful vases or doing Muzan’s bidding. But today he surprisingly he had the ‘day off’ and he wanted to spend his free time with you. You were a beautiful delicate human women who belonged to him and yes he could have killed you by now but he loved having a play toy. Gyokko saw you as an Art Piece, you had the right curves, your chest was the prefect size for him. But what he really loves about you is your smile, your smile adds everything together and he can’t get enough.

Nightfall was the current time, and Gyokko had plans for you tonight. Lovely plans~

As you were in your home, cleaning around. Mostly cleaning the vases your boyfriend gifted you. You made sure to take good care of them, but as you were cleaning you heard a voice behind you.

“Oh my! Look at what I have here!” Gyokko said, coming out from a vase that was besides the window. “It’s my little precious art piece~.”

Your head turned towards him and you smile, walking towards him. “Hello pretty boy, I haven’t seen you in so long.” Looking at him, you smile. Yes he was unique looking but something about him drew you close to him. It was as if you were under a spell. “I missed you, so much.” Placing a kiss on one of his lips.

Gyokko giggled slightly and retuned the kiss, he pulled away soon after and looked at you. “Oh I’ve missed you too my precious work of art.” He looked down at you. “But I have a surprise for you sweetheart!!

Looking at him, you raised an eyebrow. “A other vase?” You joke around. He shook his head, giggling like a maniac. He was clapping his infant like hands together. “Then what is it.”

“Hmm. Pick me up and take me to your room then you’ll find out. It’s a good surprise~.” He said huskily. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You just nodded and picked up the vase he was in and walked towards you room. Once you were in your room you set him down gently. “Ooh look away my dear Y/N~.”

You rolled your eyes and turn around. Gyokko just giggled. He watched you and made sure you weren’t looking. He smirked to himself. This was the night he was going to show you his true form.

“You can look my sweet Y/N~.” He whispered softly.

You felt your stomach drop, something was off. Slowly you started to turn around and saw Gyokko. But he seemed different, he had big muscular arms that were covered in fish scales, and he had a snake like tail. Just standing there, he looked at you. A slight redness across his face.

“Come here~” He told you, moving one finger indicating you to move closer. “I won’t bite you, unless you want me to.” Licking his lips, he patted his snake like thigh. “Sit.”

Without thinking about anything, you walked towards him. Sitting on his thigh, you look at him. “What’s with the new look?”

“It’s my true form, don’t you like it?” He pouted softly, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer against his body. “I’ve only showed this form to a few people but they haven’t lived an other day to tell anyone.” He whispered, he began placing gentle kisses across your neck. “But don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. Oh no no no, I’m going to do the opposite.”

Gyokko kept kissing your neck, you just sat there. Biting your lip. You were enjoying this, he smirked against your skin. He soon looked at you and kissed you with one of his mouths. You immediately kissed back. The kiss was filled with passion and lust. And Gyokko was enjoying every moment of it. He licked the bottom of your lip asking for permission. You gladly gave him that permission. He slid his cold wet tongue in, roaming around your mouth. Moaning into the kiss, he the pulled away making you whimper.

“Ah don’t be like that sweetheart, my other mouth also needs kissing.” Kissing your lips with his other mouth, but this time the kiss was more rough. His hands were roaming around your body. Slowly they started to roam lower and lower until they reached your butt.

“You are truly an Art Piece Darling ~.” He said between the kiss. You just moan softly. He the pulled away from the kiss. Looking at him you smile, but soon after you smirked at him. You lean in and started to place kisses all over his neck. He was surprised, but he giggled slightly. “Oh my!”

As you were placing kisses all over his neck he couldn’t help but moan slightly. This made you go crazy, it made you wet honestly. And you wanted to feel something. Then you slowly started to move you hips against his thigh. He was surprised by your actions but he didn’t complain either. He just sat there and enjoyed himself.

Moaning softly, you kept rocking your hips against his thigh. It felt so good, the fabric of your underwear and bottoms rubbing against his thigh. It was the perfect friction and movement your womenhood needed. Gyokko was getting excited, he watched you please yourself. He watched you ride his thigh and it was beautiful. He began to lick his lips.

“Mm Gyokko~.” You moan out. Kissing his neck softly, you ran your tongue on his neck. “This feels so good.”

“Mm and the view of this is beautiful. You’re doing a great job darling.” He whispered against your ear. Feeling his breath against your ear. He grabbed your butt and helped you move against his thigh.

“Oh, I’m close. I’m close Gyokko.” You moan out. Before you could reach your climax he stopped you. He stopped your movements, making you whimper softly.

“Tsk tsk tsk…not yet. I’m not done with you yet. Now strip for me.” He said. Gripping your hair roughly. “Do as I say.”

“Yes Master~.” You say, the word master rolled off your tongue so naturally. He just smirked and let go of your hair. You stood by and look at him. Oh you were gonna give him a show.

Slowly you started to strip. As you began to strip he watched you so intensely. Smirking at him you blew him a kiss. One by one your clothes started to fall to the ground. And when you got to your underwear and bra you took them off and threw them at him.

He groaned and looked at you. “Come here Darling.” He said. You walk slowly towards him, but before you could do anything he grabbed you and pinned you into your bed. He was on top of now, he didn't put his weight on you. “You’re so beautiful darling.” He whispered. Placing kisses on your chest, both mouths giving you kisses. As he was kissing your chest he couldn’t help but run his tongue on your nipple. Making you moan softly. “You’re so beautiful, I love your body. It’s the most perfect body I’ve ever seen. I love every freckle and spot, it makes you perfect. And the way your skins shines is wonderful. You're truly beautiful darling~."

As he was talking to you his kisses got lower, and lower until he reached your thighs. They were close. “Open up sweetheart, I want a delicious treat.”

You blush and slowly open your legs. He smirked as he saw your wetness. “Naughty little thing, already so wet. By just riding my thigh.” He laughed softly. He leaned in and with one of his mouths he placed a kiss on your clit. “You’re such a dirty girl, my dirty girl..”

And with that he leaned in, his tongue moving in your folds. He moaned softly, he loved the way you tasted. “You taste Devine darling.” He whispered softly. You just moan in response, he smirked. But he kept eating you out as if you were his last meal. He kept on switching mouths, because like how he says both mouths need love. And both mouths wanted to taste you.

As you laid there moaning, you whimpered. The way he moves his tongue against your folds made you feel good.

Gyokko looked at you. He watched you moan. He really loved this sight. You truly were beautiful to him, he then placed a long lick on your clit. It made you moan even louder and he just smirked. With one of his mouths he decided to focus on your clit. Licking it and sucking on it.

While his other mouth was talking to you. "My these beautiful nosies you're making." He chuckled. He watched you moan and he was getting excited. "I love the way you move around, I love every little noise you make. You're prefect darling. You're beautiful as an Art Piece."

You throw your head back moaning as he was playing around your clit. His words made you melt. "I'm cumming Master...please." You whimpered loudly.

He smirked and pulled away making you whimper but before you could tell him anything he shoved two fingers inside you. Gasping loudly. He smirked at your reaction. "Oh I'm sorry Sweetheart, but I'm not done playing with you."

He moved his fingers in and out of you. You were so tight against his fingers. "Wow your a mess by just my tongue and fingers. How weak. How are you going to take the real thing sweetheart."

You moaned softly and look at him, biting your lip. "You make me feel so good Master."

He just chuckled and smirked. "Of course I do!! No other Men or Demon compare to the great Gyokko."

Your walls clenched around his fingers. He smirked, he started to slow down the pace making you hiss. "Beg for it.. beg like the weak human you are."

"Please~ Please Master. I'm so close please grant me the pleasure of cumming." You moan out.

He smirked at your words and just nodded. He began to move his fingers faster. And with his thumb he began to rub your clit. "Come on Darling. You can finish. I grant you the permission."

That's all you wanted to hear, and when he finished his sentence your walls tightened against his fingers and you moaned loudly as you reached your climax.

Gyokko smirked at himself. He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them in his mouth. Sucking his fingers. "Mm better than human flesh."

You blush and just lay there. Panting softly. You close your eyes for awhile.

He looked at you. He then started to trace a finger across your body. "Have I ever told you that your beautiful darling. I can't get enough of you. I'm thankful that you're blessing me with your body. You're my favorite kind of Art Piece."

You open your eyes and look at him. Sitting up you placed a kiss on his neck. "And I'm also lucky to have you. The great and powerful Gyokko." You say, and lay back down. Closing your eyes.

"Ah ah! Who says you can rest sweetheart? That was only the warm up." He began saying. And slowly he began wrapping his snake like tail around your body. But not to tight, he didn't want to crush you.

"I hope you're ready for tonight sweetheart. You're gonna be screaming my name. Everyone is gonna know my name~." He said. Smirking down at you.

"Everyone is going to know the name Gyokko~"

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[whakkicat]

i am leaving

i made a post on my twt about this, but i should make it here as well.

this is my last text post before i archive this account and start elsewhere. video about what’s been happening at some point.

this post will be a personal note to friends, mutuals, communities, etc, and what will happen from here.

brief warning for mentions of abuse

1. i want to start with a word towards the rain world community. first off, i want to thank rain world for giving me a home. for starting me off as an artist. i had never actively participated in a fandom before this, and it was a wonderful experience.

the game brought me and so many of my friends together, i met a lot of amazing artists, some of which i’m still shocked they’re my mutuals, and rain world itself changed my life for the better, i believe. it gave me hope and something to live for when nothing else did.

i’ve always been quite afraid of voicing myself, as i had never participated actively in a fandom before, therefore had never gotten used to talking in one. but to those who’ve stuck around, who have enjoyed my content, thank you.

2. to the people who have been there for me during the worst, who have let me know i am not alone in my suffering, it means so much to me. i really hope that i can still keep contact with many of the people i have met on here.

there have been so many kind people on this platform and it’s been a joy talking to you all. if this is goodbye, to some, i wish you all the best. it’s only what you deserve.

3. i will be reaching out to the main people who i owe art to, regardless of cmms or not. it is unprofessional of me not to keep track of myself and keep everyone waiting. my ADHD has not made it very easy for me. i apologize.

4. this point will mention abuse, so cw dealing and getting out of abuse this year was extremely hard for me, and is still taking its toll on me. it’s part of the reason i can’t stay, because i feel they still have power over me, even if they’re not actively in my life anymore.

as i move on, i don’t want to completely abandon my past, and everything that came out of that abuse in the first place. i am not abandoning myself, or forgetting what i went through. i want to grieve my younger, naive self as i go forward as an artist.

this doesn’t mean i’ve let them win and break me down. i won’t give up on myself. i need to be kinder to myself and heal, so being away from this will help. this also goes out to anyone else trapped in their friendships, relationships. you will be okay. talk to

please do not silence yourself for the sake of other people. your own feelings are just as valid and important as anyone else’s. don’t let people make you feel bad for feeling your own feelings.

5. to mutuals who’d like to stay in contact, i have a priv account on twitter i will mainly be using from now on. it won’t be used as much as it used to, considering this is a hiatus, but it will be where i will reside. you’re free to ask me in dms.

6. i’ve already begun starting over, i won’t be gone completely. if you happen to recognize me in the near future, please do not pester me about it. simply accept that i have restarted, as a brand, as an artist, and i’d like to start over from square one.

7. this account will also be public for the remainder of its existence, however i may clean it up for archival purposes. i don’t want to simply vanish, i am proud of some of the work i have published, and i don’t want it to be forgotten.

it’s a bit odd, considering most of my art is composed of doodles, non-serious jokes, and mostly fanart. hopefully i can make self indulgent art in the future. i’ve always wanted people to know my characters, but was always too afraid to actually talk to people.

closing point i’m sorry if my absence upsets anyone, if you are disappointed in me. i can’t stress enough that this year has been hard enough on me, and being here is hard enough. i want a fresh start. i want to be okay.

i love my fellow artists, my friends, everyone. there’s so many talented people i’ve met and i don’t ever want to forget them. my last post will be my video talking about my experiences this year, previous years, because i feel it’s important for me to come out about it.

this is a goodbye. i will miss many of you. here’s to hoping the rest of the year will be good for everyone! until our paths meet again. good luck out there

[bigtittiecomitte]

Alright so Lesslie saw my post

This is more of a letter to Lesslie since I can’t personally contact her because she blocked me but I need to get things out of the way. Lesslie, stop pushing it

All you have ever talked about in this app is your hatred for Nuzi and Uzi, this is the entire reason as to why this fandom doesn’t like you. Yes we are hating on you because of a fictional ship and of a fictional character BUT you as well haven’t exactly been the good guy in this either, you get aggressive with those that don’t agree with you (both sides are bad on this but there were some people genuinely trying to be nice and explain), you constantly bash Nuzi shippers and Uzi likers for not taking an opinion when you yourself can’t take one either, obviously everyone is going to be pissed when every single post of yours is just hating on Nuzi and Uzi with not very good reasons, all of the reasons you hate them for have been old and already used + easily debunked, you clearly didn’t watch the show with your two eyes and even hate the show (obviously the show isn’t immune to criticism but you’re just like Vanitymoth, finding a way to make everything negative)

(There was more but have this very aesthetic collage I made in google slides)

Remember that this all started because of you bringing out your opinion on why Nuzi sucks, but all of your reasoning was just mischaracterising and also just outright wrong, same with Uzi as well, she’s not a pick me, pick me’s constantly bring other women down for male validation, something I didn’t see Uzi doing throughout the series and yes, while her having Autism, ADHD, BPD, etc is just a headcanon, she’s the embodiment of kids that grew up with limited internet access and grew up to be “cringe” (which is mostly Neurodivergent kids). This all started because people wanted to educate you on why your reasons didn’t make sense but instead you got aggressive which is why now everyone has gotten aggressive to you

(This photo is going to be in its 1 year anniversary in 8 days how sweet is that)

I don’t condone death threats in any way, especially over fictional characters and ships, it’s just silly but you keep on pushing it, no one likes you in this fandom because you will just never learn on when to stop, a simple “I don’t like Nuzi or Uzi” would’ve just been ok but you kept on letting everyone know just how much you hate Nuzi like as if we didn’t know already, making art of Uzi getting cucked, calling Uzi a femcel or even tagging Nuzi on your posts about hating it is obviously going to get you pitchforks

I get it, I’ve said stupid shit in the past too, from a year to months and weeks but word of advice, just leave this fandom. It’s clear all of this is taking a mental toll on you and I don’t wish that on you nor do I wish death on you, especially over fictional crap but even after this you might not learn and continue to leave everyone pissed off at the day. Please take a break or be in a better fandom that you’ll actually like, cause the Murder Drones fandom isn’t for you

This stupid drama should have been over since the very beginning but it’s not and the only way for it to stop is if you just left or just took a break, at the end of the day, it’s all on what you do