#BUT IM ASKIN Y'ALL

[haumeazzz]

Does any1 have song recs 4 my karicia playlist? Pls I need help

[computersucker]

your blog is incredible thank u for existing shdhdjdkdjks

we got glowing reviews here at martin dot com

[prettyboyjohnny]

JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].

>Nancy's voicelines<

Notes:

• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.

• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!

• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter Start

Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end... Very badly for you.

Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...

Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!

Exit interaction

Nobody leaves until I say so!

Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!

Got it.

Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.

Feed Grandpa

Get your fill, old man.

It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you go, old man.

You're lookin' better already... Now help us!

Oh, you're thirsty today.

Victim found

HA HA! It's playtime!

Heh heh, it's playtime...

Hahahaha, I always find 'em!

You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.

Hey there! [Laughs]

Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]

Hit victim

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it! Take it!

It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!

This would be simpler if you would sit still!

Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.

Idle

Nobody escapes me.

How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.

If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.

Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!

I gotta fix this... Now!

Cook seen

I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!

Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!

Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.

Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.

Hitchhiker seen

Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!

You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]

How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?

Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!

Leatherface seen

That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.

Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?

If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!

Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.

Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.

Sissy seen

Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?

If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?

Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!

Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!

Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!

Lose enemy first

Aww, you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]

You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?

You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub

[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!

Lose enemy long

Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!

They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]

You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.

You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?

Come on out now, let's play.

I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.

Match start

It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.

I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.

That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.

See blood trail

Oh, this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now... let's see where you scurried off to.

You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

See enemy first

Don't worry. I like it when they run.

Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.

Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.

There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.

See enemy sub

This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.

Don't worry... I'll find ya.

[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.

Come on back, now.

Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]

See family member

Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!

Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?

Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!

Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!

Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!

See trapped victim

We gotcha! [Laughs]

You ready to meet the bad man?

You got one!

Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.

[Laughs]

See victim escape

Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.

Damn... They're free... For now.

This isn't gonna be good.

Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.

Use ability blocked

Ain't no tracks here...

Nah... got nothin'.

Better wait a minute.

Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.

Use ability

Time to play. Now... Where did you go?

I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.

Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Use ability success

[Hums] ... There you are.

They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

Execution

You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!

That's it... Die for me!

This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!

You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!

You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!

[Last edited March 2024]

[https-mi1zu]

Soo uhh i'm currently writing a PJO fic called the peacock and the crow

(if you want a summary, BASCIALLY: sad filipina girl gets taken to camp half blood and gets heavily traumatized)

AND UHH LIKE IF YALL HAVE ANY PJO OCS OR ANYTHING ID BE HAPPY TO ADD THEM IN THE STORYLINE (no oc x canon though) AND UHH YEAH?? ALL I REALLY NEED IS AGE, GODLY PARENT, NAME, AND PERSONALITY TYPE

BTW THIS TAKES AFTER THE SUN AND STAR AND RIGHT BEFORE THE WRATH OF THE TRIPLE GODDESSES👍👍 IM REALLY JS ASKIN THIS BC LIKE YEAH, OC'S ARE COOL AS SHIT!!

BUT SOME I MAY OR MAY NOT INCLUDE IN THE FIC ARE CHILDREN OF THE BIG THREE (BC IT MIGHT DISRUPT THE CURRENTLY STORYLINE I HAVE RN SO) I ALSO MAY OR MAY NOT ADD CHILDREN OF PERSEPHONE AND HERA

also if y'all want more info on this fic, I will make a different post abt it !!

ANYWAYS HAPPY TO ACCEPT PJO OCS WITH OPEN ARMS (Epic the musical reference)

AND ONE MORE THING, IF I DONT WRITE THE CHATACTER CORRECTLY IF AND WHEN I POST THIS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG AND IT MIGHT TAKE ME AWHILE TO RIGHT BC HW AND SCHOOL AND SHIT SO

OH AND PLEASE SEND IT IN MY DMS OR COMMENT AN RP ACC FOR UR OC!!

ONE MORE THING I ALSO DO ACCEPT ROMAN OCS (camp jupiter gets mentioned in the second book!!)

[baunenam]

im lowkey super obsessed and invested in your papa!cmedic au

Ach, danke! Apologies for the delay, I even forgot this ask even existed (sorry 😭)

And while I'm at it, I may as well announce that I'll be turnin this AU into a comic :D

I originally planned for this to become an AO3 fanfic, but alas... Idk how to write the others...

Which is why I'm openin the ask box!

Mainly for askin shit like "what does x do with y," or even ask the characters themselves ^^ but y'all can ask me anything as long as it's related to the AU

I'll delete any irrelevant asks tho.

Happy asking ^^

[scriv3lloirl]

I wanna talk to you but idk what to talk about. Yer just nice and cool to talk to and im not feelin super great, so hi

Howdy howdy! Thank ya kindly fer th' compliments, sweetheart. It ain't easy, but I sure do try. Bein nice, that is.

Y'all can send me an ask bout anythin, really. I like interactin wit folks on here. Its fun! Askin bout me, talkin bout yer' day, whatev'r. I don' care.

N I'm sorry t' hear ya ain't feelin great. You get infected wit th' plague? Lotta folks I know got it haha. Lucky me that I didn't catch it.

[stringsnwires]

IM SO SORRY I WAS THE SICK ANON WITH THE GOD STUFF.

I probably caused the influx of …. Questionable anons.

People love to hear your true feelings come through. (Lest they be about, making the entirety of the BLU Team your worshippers for life or otherwise.)

People really like your dichotomy! Don’t feel too shy on letting us know about your preferences.

(Now… how to get onto BLU team…Hey Engie, what fruits do you like with your temple in your honor?)

Well... Thanks for all that. This has all been kinda a lot but y'all's desperation is amusing. I like talkin' to y'all.

You're just askin' me what my favorite fruits are, huh? I like... apples plenty. The most, probably. I'd stuff my gullet with those on a Sunday mornin'. Uh... grapes are good. Plums. Does steak count? I love steak.

[ase-trollplays]

When We Were Kids (Part One)

...s-so... how are you feeling?... ...s-still s-sore?...

Y'all got no idea. The only thing that don't hurt is blinkin'. I swear, soon as I can move again, I'm suplexin' Dan inta next sweep.

...he only picks on you because he cares... ...its his way of making s-sure you dont obsess over everything...

Ya mean like the fact I fucked myself an' can never have anythin' close ta a normal life ever again cuz I lost my fool head?

...yeah... that... ...im just relieved you werent killed... ...i... ...i was going insane thinking id have to bury another moirail...

I wouldn't be too relieved. I can't go out in public ever again with legis an' fleet dogs out fer my head. Prolly got a hefty bounty, too, an' rewards fer turnin' me in. Y'all two ain't safe either if anyone finds out y'all know me.

...yeah... ...when dantli comes back... we s-should all talk about where were going from here...

Ugh, I can't even get my shit from my hive. It's prolly bein' watched or somethin', or it's been raided an' bugged by now in case me'r one a y'all shows up. God, my lusus ain't gon' know what happened ta me, an' he can't come here like yers. I ain't sure he'll wait a sweep fer me ta come back like when I was a kid.

...that reminds me... ...when i was in the hospital... you s-said you knew exactly how i felt when i was being held captive... and that i s-should ask you about your childhood...

Yeh. Yeh, I did say that, didn't I? I'm guessin' this is yer way a askin'?

...yeah... if you dont mind...

Alright. It ain't a happy story, but I'm sure ya already figured that. I guess I'll start from the beginnin'.

I was even more a a hotheaded stubborn shit when I was a kid, if y'all can believe that. Pickin' fights with every troll I saw an' tryin' ta befriend the ones who beat me. Which was damn near all a them cuz fer all my bluster, I was a twiggy scrawny little toothpick, ain't had a ounce a muscle on me. I didn't want nobody thinkin' I was weak just cuz I was a skinny rust.

I was always gettin' my dumb ass beat up an' hurt tryin' ta prove I ain't no wimp, but I did get some good friends outta it. Even had a li'l flush crush on one a them, a girl who beat me in a fight just by knockin' me down an' sittin' on me 'til I wore myself out tryin' ta get her off. I had a whole group a friends back then. I can't tell ya what their names'r caste was, but we were a happy li'l group.

Here's the part where everythin' goes ta shit. When I was five, I was out patrollin' my li'l territory when I spotted a scraggly-lookin' teal prowlin' around. He was a adult an' a lot bigger'n me, but I challenged him all the same. He hauled off an' kicked me dead in the stomach an' told me ta get lost. If I was smart I'd a left it at that, but who said wrigglers are smart? I wasn't ready ta say I lost, so I picked myself up, grabbed a big ol' rock, an' chucked it square at the back a his head. Hit him so hard he started bleedin' an' staggered a good bit.

He looked back at me real mad at first, then he started smilin'. Said I had a lot a fight in me for a twiggy brat. I told him there's more where that came from if he don't git, an' he laughed an' said he'd have a ball breakin' me. 'Fore I knew it, he was right up on me, an' I didn't have no time ta react 'fore he got me in the gut with a stun gun an' knocked my ass right out.

I woke up in a cell with a couple other young trolls. I asked where I was, an' they said I was in the slave camp. Said I was here cuz they were gon' break me, train me inta a perfect li'l pet slave, then sell me off ta the highest bidder. Needless ta say, I wasn't havin' that shit. I made it my mission ta put up as much a a fight as I could an' refuse ta be domesticated.

First handler they assigned ta me was that teal that grabbed me. Since I already fought with him once, I knew what ta expect. He got a lotta good licks in over the first couple nights, but eventually he slipped up an' I was able ta steal his stun gun an' shock him dead in the eyes. After that, they decided to gimme their toughest, meanest, biggest handler.

He was a big blueblood who made us call him "Mister," an' he took that shit serious. I called him asshole exactly once an' he slapped me 'cross the face so hard he damn near snapped my neck. I couldn't feel my face fer a night afterward. Most a my abuse came from him, an' I just know he was havin' fun beatin' my ass every night tryin' ta make me give up.

But I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched, so I didn't make shit easy fer him. He beat me ta shit, starved me, locked me in a tiny li'l cage, an' made sure no one talked ta me'r tried helpin' me'r they'd be in the same boat. His favorite punishment fer me was the post. There was a big wooden post in a sort a courtyard outside with a pair a manacles attached. He'd lock me in, hike up my shirt, an' tear me ta ribbons with a whip. Afterwards, he'd leave me out there fer nights with only a thick blanket thrown over me ta keep me from bein' completely cooked ta death by the sun durin' the day.

He liked hearin' me cry an' scream in pain, so I'd try my damnedest to keep my mouth shut no matter how hard an' how much he whipped me. I'd stay quiet for the first thirty seconds, but after that I could never hold it in anymore. Then he'd whip me more fer resistin'. So many times I was close ta givin' up if it meant he wouldn't torture me no more, but I didn't wanna let him win.

...oh my god... ...im s-so s-sorry... ...i cant even imagine... and i s-said all that--

Y'ain't gotta apologize fer bein' mad. I get it. Ya were in a scary situation, an' hearin' that I never even tried ta find ya when this whole thing was my damn fault ta start with? I'd a been pissed, too.

...s-still though... ...it was s-so insensitive...

It ain't like y'all knew any a this at the time. It's fine.

...how did you get out??...

Heh, that's where shit gets real interestin'.

They kept me at that camp fer half a sweep torturin' me, but I held on. I dunno why they didn't just cull my stubborn ass a long time ago. My guess is cuz Mister wanted the satisfaction a breakin' me cuz ain't no one else been this much a a challenge fer him fer so long. If he let them cull me, it ain't a real win. But eventually he reached the end a his patience with me.

I managed ta get a hold a a fork an' taunted Mister 'til he grabbed me 'round the throat an' got right in my face ta threaten me. I stabbed him in the eye an' tried ta make a break fer the exit while he was screamin' an' cursin' an' bleedin'. A course, I didn't make it nowhere close ta the door 'fore I got caught. Mister was fumin' somethin' fierce, and I didn't even get a chance ta register what he was about ta do 'fore everythin' just became blindin' pain.

I remember one a the supervisors cussin' him out cuz they was plannin' on sendin' me ta The Pit, an' now I ain't in no condition ta be transferred. That fucker cut me open from rib ta hip with a dagger. I spent nights in the infirmary tryin' ta get stabilized an' patched up. I was so weak from bein' starved an' beat on a regular basis that I almost died.

But like I said, I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched. I was able ta recover enough ta get my stitches out, but after they they decided ta cut their losses and finally cull me. Mister wanted ta do the honors himself. After what I did ta him, he didn't care about winnin' no more. He wanted me dead. He filled a tub full a water, threw me in, an' held me down with his foot while I thrashed an' tried ta free myself 'fore I drowned. Eventually I lost consciousness.

I woke up chokin' on water an' hackin' the shit out my lungs in the middle a the forest. I figured they dumped my body fer the undead an' the animals ta eat once I blacked out. I didn't know where I was or how ta get back home, an' I was fuckin' scared. But I was free after half a sweep in captivity, an' that was more important than bein' afraid. I picked a direction an' started walkin'.

I didn't have no way a huntin' ta feed myself, an' I was still fuckin' weak as shit, so I didn't eat much a nothin' 'cept whatever bugs an' small animals I was able ta catch. I had ta sleep up in trees durin' the day ta avoid the roamin' undead. Eventually between the hunger an' bein' exhausted all the time, I dropped.

Next thing I know, I'm wakin' up in a hive belongin' ta some li'l jade even younger'n me sayin' him an' his lusus found me. I was still a ornery li'l shit an' wasn't exactly a good hiveguest. He still helped me an' everythin' though. Kept me fed, gave me a place ta sleep. Once I was mostly healed an' had my strength back, I robbed him blind an' ran. Took every piece an' scrap a food I could carry, stole a couple knives, an' I was off. I'd prolly apologize ta him if I ever see him again, not that I remember what he even looked like, an' I'm sure he don't remember me or wouldn't recognize me now.

I spent the next half sweep doin' whatever I could ta survive an' try ta find my way home. I stole, I killed, I broke inta hives, I did whatever I had ta do ta make it ta the next night. When I finally made it hive after that half a sweep, my pa was there waitin' fer me. He waited fer a whole sweep fer me ta come back instead a takin' in a new charge. I bawled the hardest I ever have in my life. Makes me feel extra shitty that I can't go back an' say my goodbyes ta him. He's prolly still waitin' fer me ta come back just like I did last time I went missin'.

...if you want... i can ask dantli to go to your hive and tell your lusus you arent coming back... ...i dont think hes on anyones radar s-since he doesnt s-socialize... ...i can tell him to make it look like he's robbing you s-so they dont get s-suspicious... and itll be a convenient way to get s-some of your things for you...

That ain't a bad idea. S'long as he don't say nothin' stupid'r incriminatin', that could work.

Anyway, speakin' a going back hive, when I finally made it back ta mine after my sweep in Hell, I couldn't function fer shit. I didn't wanna reach out ta my friends cuz I didn't want 'em ta see how broken I was. I didn't wanna look weak ta them, an' none a them reached out anyhow. In just that one sweep, they moved on from me, which still kinda hurts ta know that's all it took ta lose 'em.

Fer perigees after, I'd have daymares a bein' back at the slave camp, weak an' in pain with Mister standin' over me with the whip, then draggin' me out ta the post. I was barely gettin' any sleep, I couldn't eat, an' I was terrified a bein' in water. That's when I decided ta start bulkin' up an' gettin' stronger so I couldn't be taken back there or anywhere else.

Fer three sweeps, I had the mother grub a anxiety. A lotta nights, I couldn't even get the nerve ta leave my hive. I'd get anxiety attacks an' panic attacks when I saw highbloods, 'specially male blues. An' y'all know me. When I start gettin' anxious, I get real mad an' itchin' fer a fight. Even now, I don't hate highblood s'much as I get anxiety bein' around 'em. An' I do also hate 'em.

That's when I started drinkin'. It wasn't about gettin' drunk. It was a way ta calm my frazzled nerves an' keep my anxiety under control. Over time, though, it turned inta a addiction, an' y'all know how well that ended up workin' out fer me in the end.

That's basically everythin' about my childhood, so believe me when I say I know exactly what it's like ta not know if yer gonna live ta see another night, an' cryin' yerself ta sleep durin' the day cuz everythin's so awful, an' prayin' that yer loved ones ain't next or won't be too tore up if ya don't survive.

...i... im s-so s-sorry... ...no one s-should have to endure that... especially not a child... ...i... i...

C'mon now, y'ain't gotta cry about it. It sucks, but it's in the past now, an' fallin' ta pieces over it ain't gon' fix nothin'.

...i... i know... but...

It's okay, I get it. If it'll make ya feel better, go ahead an' cry it out. I can hold ya if ya want.

...but arent you s-still sore?...

Not so sore I can't comfort my pale. It ain't gon' kill me, so get yer li'l cryin' sniffly self over here.

[starry-eyedblog]

laury aye can i just say i need barry sloane to fucking put me in a hemlock with the amount of stuff im going through with my exams!! anyways, i hope you're doing good with your dog, the weed, and i hope the gang and everyone is safe and i just miss hanging out and talking to y'all. stay cuddly and nice, kisses and lovies from thea

(ps we should definitely hunt barry down in the uk)

thea !! omg the stress of your exams must be really getting to you, sending all the good luck and vibes to you my love. the dog is good, he's still a wee shite at times but he's a puppy so it's expected. the weed is great lol, thank you for askin' :3

we are missing you too!! once the exams are over come back to us aye? you stay cuddly and nice too. lots of kisses and lovies back from laury <3

(it would be very eventful)

[birdovprey]

hey!! lots of love and 100% best of intentions meant by asking. im a jewish + anarchist and i enjoy your work, but yknow its hard to grock sometimes where folks are coming from with certain iconographical usage. Are y'all antifascist in ur intentions? ik its kinda impossible not to sound confrontational with that, but i do genuinely mean it w/ good faith asking lol

Yes, my work is in absolute alignment with anti-fascism. Thanks for askin!

[updates-from-po-town]

have any of y'all heard from someone named gladion recently? i'm new to alola and moved to melemele, and some kids were askin about him and i heard from someone else he is (was?) part of team skull

Oh Lusamine's kid? He used to do some work for us, but we havent heard from 'im in a while. Last I heard he was hangin around Aether Paradise, but I also heard rumors he was headin to Kanto, so idk what hes actually up to now

[seeminglydark]

Since it's getting reposted a lot this week (look, if you're gonna do it, please at least credit meeeee @seeminglydark or @raptorjules here on tumblr or raptorjules literally anywhere else! and a huge shoutout to the kind souls who HAVE been tagging me and crediting me on the reposts comments, i appreciate you. im too exhausted to get involved most of the time) here's the actual original post for this piece, you may reblog at will! I know some of you might be here from a recent post on facebook as well, don't worry, i already know about that repost and it has my blessing, and i am tagged and credited in the comments by the op.

here's how i feel about some things.

yes, its ok to tag your OTP! but, no, its not actually fanart. id rather it wasnt tagged with the word 'fanart.' i know i cant control these things though, it IS fun to see all the ships y'all see when you look at this. i dont consume a lot of media so i had to google a lot of them, that was a fun evening haha.

yes, you may write or draw fanart or fanfics based on it that have nothing to do with my ocs (and even more so, you may absolutely do that if it IS about my ocs haha, there is a mil-liminal and seeminglydark tag on Ao3 as far as i know), all i ask is to please @ me so i can see, cuz i think thats fun and so others know who the artist is, cuz i worked really hard on this.

yes, you can use it as a header for your fanfics. again, credit me is all i ask.

interested in who they actually are? they are oc's from my horror comic, Mil-Liminal, and side characters from my supernatural comic, Seemingly Dark. You can read my stuff for free on Webtoon or Tapas. You can also buy the print on inprnt under raptorjules.

yes, this art is queer as hell, thank you for noticing <3

anyway, i appreciate all the love this piece has gotten, and all the lovely people who have found my work through it! Just remember, pretty much all im askin is a tag, or credit. credit goes a looooong way for us artists, (and even better, asking permission!) we are just trying to get seen in a big sea of endless information.

xo -RJ

The prompt was ‘detention.’

[forcemascdaddy]

Im a 28yo, brown futch xenoman who is just trying to explore himself. Please flirt with me in DMs, its a nice confidence boost, just please be respectful. I have both a Little sub and a Mommy dom ♡ so im not looking for relationships. **I have been trying to tag posts going forward for folks who wanna browse without seeing certain stuff, but i can't promise i'll be perfect**

I will post:

+ forcemasc

+ ftm detrans kink (im in community with/have experiences with being detrans so i dont fetishize actual detransition, forced or otherwise. its more like forcefem for trans people who are into that)

+ sometimes MTF detrans kink where it overlaps with forcemasc. Same disclaimer above applies.

+ CNC, somnophilia, hypnosis

+ Bears, otters, big hairy men and butches and whoever fits that bill

+ Incest and ageplay (i have this fetish from trauma and have tried conversion therapying it away to no avail. I just play pretend with my partners. I am not a MAP).

+ Pregnancy, breeding, lactation kink

+ Furry porn

+ Bimbo porn (I love Bimbos, y'all are amazing)

My Boundaries Are:

+ Im a top and potentially stone, so Im not into anons that treat me like a sub. Im not a sub. Im also not a bottom unless Im askin.

+ Im pretty omnisexual, but Im also a gay gay gay man. Anyone of any gender can be into me and send me asks, but youre gonna be sending them to a gay man and thats up to you and your feelings if you like that dynamic.

+ Do Not Share my nudes off this website.

+ Cock, tdick, and pussy are all words that apply to my genitals

[pikkish]

Sorry if it's been asked before, but what are your pronouns?

You're good! I use she/her

[strangeland-sunshine]

i've been wondering...

...to y'all who been shipping kirikacchako all this time, how did you get the idea of it? if people think kiribaku is cute bc of their relationship in the whole series or kacchako is cute bc of their interactions, then what about kirikacchako? have the three of them made an interaction that makes y'all ship them? i wonder.........

[frxggi]

[PENTAGON] An Unexpected Turn of Events

Part One, maybe? it depends on whether or not u want me to continue this  Okay listen....... i don’t really know how this happened It started as one thing and ended up as something completely different which just goes to show u that if u want to write something u shouldn’t do it unless you’ve done some prewritingTM  I just..... Had this idea in my head for days and I had to get it out of my system  That being said, this story goes to shit after like the 3rd paragraph, so be warned  Genre: Idk lol  Word count: 2,642  Constructive criticism is always appreciated,  Thank u and goodnight 

The air is crisp and cool and slices into your skin like a knife, causing you to pull the thick fabric of your scarf over your reddening nose. The blackness of the sky contrasts starkly against the twinkling stars that hang high above your head, dulled only a fraction by the hustle and bustle of the city sprawling out in front of you for endless miles. The streets are packed with people; those who wish to retreat to the safety of their homes after a long day of work and those who are slipping into a newfound excitement, ready to take full advantage of the unique experience the nightlife has to offer. Your shoes scrape against the pavement in a steady pace, your mind wandering to your favorite cafe and the warmth it offers. You nuzzle further into your scarf.

It’s a journey you’ve trekked many times, and you breathe a heavy sigh of indignation when you discover that your most surefire route to the small building nestled snugly in between a local bank and barber shop has been blocked off, seemingly closed down for construction. The wind begins to pick up as you quickly mull over your other options. The only other route that will get you to the cafe in a timely manner is through a part of the city with which you’re not terribly familiar. Dozens of alleyways, cloaked in shadows and hidden from the noise of the city, act as a labyrinth that twists your gut into uncertainty and nerves.  

Against your better judgement, you decide to brave the path you’ve only taken a small number of times before. The buildings are cast in a new light under the veil of the night, and you decide it’s best not to spend lots of time in the area, so you quicken your pace. You lose track of time, and minutes begin to feel like hours but thankfully the sounds of the city begin to ring in your ears, and bright neon lights come into view. You soon recognize your surroundings. The smell of alcohol hits your nose like a tonne of bricks as you pass through they alleyway leading to the bar a friend of yours always raves about. The building is tucked away from the main road that cuts through downtown, sat in front of an apartment complex for Section 8 housing. Although an unsettling atmosphere settles over your shoulders, you take this as a good sign; the cafe is only a few blocks away. You’re walking past the back doors of the building when a group of 5 men catch your attention. They’re all clearly drunk, one man relying on his friend for support while the other three walk in jagged lines, away from the building.

One of the men, much taller than you, takes notice of your presence and throws a whistle at you as you draw nearer. You brush aside the garbled words he offers-in what you assume to be a compliment-with a nervous smile. The group stumbles in front of you, blocking the only clear path out of the alleyway. The man, clearly the most sober of the party, steps forward.

“Hey, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.” His words are slurred together as he lessens the distance between you two. The man introduces himself as Younghyun, and you only hum in acknowledgement as you move to step aside. You tell him that you’re only passing through. “That’s a shame. Think of all the fun a pretty face like yours can have.” Younghyun purs, one of his calloused hands clapping onto your shoulder and preventing you from getting away. “I have fun on my own, thanks.” You spit back, the stench of alcohol on the man’s breath causing your head to spin.

“Bummer. Bet you my boys and I can show you a real good time, if you’re up for it?” At this, his friends whoop and holler and throw a cat-call or two in your general direction. “No thanks.” You say. “Come on, babe, no need to hold back on us!” Younghyun laughs, daring to snake an arm around your shoulders. The other 4 of his friends begin to gather around you two. None of you notice the man that has emerged from the bar now leans against the brick wall of the building, watching the situation with a hawk like stare.

“Look, you guys do seem really nice, but I have somewhere to be.”

Younghyun scoffs.

“Yeah? You here to meet someone?” The man breathes against your ear, his hold on you tightening when you try to push yourself away from him. Your stomach drops. “You know I don’t believe that for a second, babe.”

Your lips part to respond, but another voice, foreign, cuts through the air.

“She’s here for me.”

Younghyun turns, as do his friends. A man, much younger than Younghyun and Co. steps into what little light the exterior bulbs on the bar offer. Younghyun laughs incredulously, turning to face the newest addition to the party. He’s staring daggers into Younghyun’s eyes, causing his hold on you to loosen. You take the opportunity to put a few paces between you two.

“Yeo One? You mean to tell me you’re this chick’s hot date?” The man-Yeo One-shrugs, his gaze flicking to meet yours and it softens for a split second. Perhaps it’s the stench of the alcohol, or maybe it’s because you haven’t eaten all day and are running on fumes, but a switch flicks in your head and you think that he’s safe, so you dart to his side. Yeo One slides an arm around your waist as if to prove his point to the others, and he radiates warmth and you can feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of your shirt.

He’s clad in a leather jacket(that looks like it’s seen better days), a simple t-shirt sporting a phrase you can’t quite make out what with the lettering.You guess it’s the logo of an 80’s metal band. His jeans hug his legs snugly and bunch up above his ankles, where they disappear into his boots. His dark hair is parted to the side, pushed back and styled up with gel. His brows are furrowed with frustration as he speaks to Younghyun and his friends.

“What are you doing here?” Yeo One’s voice is smooth, but drips with venom. “Actually, my good friend, we were here to pay you a visit! But, we ran into this pretty lady here,” One of Younghyun’s friends gestures to you as he speaks. “And well I’m sure you now the rest.”

“Funny. I remember telling you to stay away from this place.” Yeo One says.

“Last I checked, Yeo One,” Younghyun spits, daring a step closer. “You don’t make the rules.” At this, Yeo One drops his arm from your waist, gently ushering you out of the way. You back away a few meters, though you still linger behind Yeo One, your only pillar of safety.

“Come on, Younghyun, you don’t want to start an argument in front of a lady, do you?” He tsks. “You should really save this for another time. Especially since you and your buddies are all piss drunk. The situation isn’t looking in your favor.”

Younghyun spits at the ground, “Yeah? Afraid I’ll kick your ass?” Yeo One barks a laugh. “As if.” “Wanna put it to the test?”

Younghyun narrows his eyes, instructing his posse to disperse. They do so without question, scrambling in the opposite direction. “Sorry, sweetheart. I guess I’m not much of a gentleman.” The words barely leave Younghyun’s lips before he’s lunging at Yeo One. The attack is easily avoided, and Yeo One counters it by delivering a kick to the gut that sends the other man tumbling to the ground. Your heart races, this being the first time you’ve seen a physical altercation escalate to this level. You’re frozen in place, hands brought up to cover your mouth as you gasp. Younghyun isn’t given the chance to regain his composure, Yeo One offering three more kicks to the man’s ribs. Younghyun cries out in pain, body curling in on itself. A hand grabs yours, and you’re letting Yeo One lead you closer to the bar.

When he speaks, it’s with a slight air of urgency. “You trust me, yeah?”

“I’m not so sure. You just beat the shit out of that guy!” You exclaim, though you don’t make any effort to free yourself from Yeo One’s grip. Your only response is a bitter laugh. You get to the back door of the building, and Yeo One turns you to face him. His gaze has hardened. “Listen to me. I can get you home safe, but you have to trust me, okay?” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Go inside. Find a man about ye high,” he gestures with his hand, “He should be behind the bar. Tell him I sent you.”

You hear Younghyun throw a, “You son of a bitch!” to Yeo One, but the insult falls on deaf ears.

“He’ll get you home.” Yeo One says. You want an explanation, but it’s clear you aren’t going to get one when Yeo One guides you firmly towards the heavy door of the bar. He offers you a warm smile that makes your heart flutter before he turns his attention back to Younghyun.

You can’t fathom why, but you decide to take a leap of faith, to trust the words of a stranger and wander into the bar. It’s not nearly as packed as you had expected; only a few tables are filled and a few lone drinkers are staggered at the bar. Your eyes land on a tall young man, jet black hair and full lips that are set tightly in concentration as he scrubs at the surface of the bar with a damp cloth. He’s the only one behind the counter, and he’s as tall as Yeo One had described. You figure that he’s the one you’re supposed to talk to, so you timidly make your way over to him. He acknowledges you with an inquisitive quirk of his brow. You find your voice stuck in your throat, and you take the chance to wet your lips before your soft voice rings out.

“Um, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing.” The man’s face lacks any interest as he folds the cloth lazily and tosses it over his shoulder. “Yeo One told me to talk to you.” You add in quickly, feeling so utterly small under the bartender’s scrutinizing gaze. His ears perk up, and he hums in understanding.

As if on cue, the door in which you entered slams open, Yeo One hanging from the frame. He’s panting, his jacket missing and his hair looking almost windblown, his dark locks askew in every which way. His voice sounds loudly over the dull sound of music and murmuring patrons,

“Hey, Wooseok! Get her home, yeah?” And then he’s gone, the door being slammed shut behind him. The others in the bar hardly seem to mind. Wooseok clicks his tongue in annoyance, breathing a heavy sigh.

“Wait here.” He says, then disappears behind the wall lined with bottles of beer, into the kitchen. He returns but a moment later, a set of keys in hand. He silently beckons you to follow. You trail behind him, out the bar and to the far end of the parking lot. He leads you to a rust colored pick-up, clearly over two decades old, but seemingly in perfect shape. Wooseok opens the passenger side door.

“Get in.” He instructs. This is where you hesitate, standing your ground and eyeing the boy in front of you. When he speaks this time, it’s soft and warm and comforting and a stark contrast to his attitude only moments earlier.

“You trust him, right? You can trust me.” To most, the words wouldn’t mean much. To you, they shouldn’t, but the kindness in his voice eases your nerves, and, to continue your streak of Things You Wouldn’t Normally Do, you get into the truck. Wooseok hops into the driver’s seat, and the engine sputters to life.

The two of you are out of the parking lot and onto the main road in a few short moments. “Where to?” He asks, and you give him the name of your apartment complex. The air between you and Wooseok is thick enough to cut with a knife, an awkward silence hanging between you. It’s maybe a solid three minutes before Wooseok speaks. “Look, I don’t know what happened to you, or how you got to meet Changgu, but I’m sure you’re a little shaken up.” He offers you the opportunity to respond, and takes your silence as cue to continue. “He’s a little...Much, when you first meet him, I know. You’re not beaten to all hell, though, which might just be because you’re a girl. Even so, he’s asking me to look after you, to make sure you get home safe, so he’s got something brewing in his head. I don’t know what, but whatever it is, you seem to have peaked his interest.”

“He doesn’t even know my name, what do you mean I’ve ‘peaked his interest’?” You question. Wooseok only offers a chuckle in response. “He may not know your name now, but he will.” You throw the driver a confused look, and he clears his throat and sits a bit straighter in his seat. “Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have to worry about anything. Those guys… Changgu will take care of them.”

“You know who they are?” Wooseok nods. “Yeah. They used to come to the bar a lot. It was their turf, I guess. But then Changgu sort of just swept in and took the place for his own. Aside from that, they’ve had issues with Changgu for ages. They aren’t the type of guys you want to get involved with. That’s probably why he has me taking you home.”

You only nod in response, and Wooseok doesn’t bother to speak any more. Time passes quickly enough, and before long Wooseok is pulling into your apartment complex. The truck comes to a stop in front of your building, and it’s as you’re getting out of the vehicle when Wooseok talks again. “A word of advice,” he begins, leaning over the passenger seat to meet your gaze through the door. “I’d stay away from the bar. It’s not the place for a girl like you, and I’m almost positive Changgu wouldn’t want you around that area, either.”

You agree, telling him you wouldn’t be caught dead at that dump. He scoffs, muttering about how he keeps the joint in tip top shape.

“I know what happened is probably freaking you out, but give it a while; Changgu will find you soon enough and answer your questions.” Wooseok says, offering you a reassuring grin. You take note of his words, and thank him for the ride. He waits until you’ve gotten into your apartment before he takes off.

Once you’re inside, you slouch against the door, rubbing your face as you take a deep breath. What the hell was Wooseok talking about? Who were those guys you had met earlier and why did they have such resentment towards Yeo One? You check the time, discovering it to be half past eleven o’clock. The events of tonight finally settle into your bones, the weight of Wooseok’s words and Yeo One’s actions causing your shoulders to slump forward. You’re exhausted, and it’s the weekend, so you don’t hesitate to kick off your shoes and trudge to your bedroom, where you flop down on your bed and fall asleep without so much of a second thought.