#DJ Sub

[rinkinnie]

MAKE DJ SUB WIN PLEASEEEE

ROUND 3 OF RANDOMIZED TUMBLRSEXYPEOPLE POLL 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO CHRONICLES

[nyaa]

Illustration in みュ love (Mu-Love) Blue Sub 006 fan book sold at Comic Market 56 (1999), by Matsuryu

[ipegchangbin]

“stalling time” — sub ! dj ! bang chan snippet

i wanted to pay tribute to my first ever sub!skz au (and my first real post), so here’s a little spoiler for something i’ve worked on since the dawn of time — stalling time !

It didn’t take long for the fruit cocktail to be all swished down your throat, leaving the addicting taste of sweeter citrus on your lips and tongue. The scents you invested in stuck to your clothes and skin, only making you stand out further in the open-air beach club.

Chan looked entranced by you. Enveloped in nothing but the sight of you, hugged by your scent, pierced through the heart by how stunning you looked in your clubbing outfit. It was simple and airy, much like the cool night breeze from the shoreline. His eyes glanced at the empty glass that held your drink, refraining from licking his lips and wondering what yours probably tasted like.

He wanted to kiss you again.

You turned to Chan. “Speak any languages?”

“Yes—hey, why are you asking this now?” Chan asked back. “That’s so random.”

“Sorry, I speak small talk,” you replied with a wink.

Chan bowed his head and chuckled hard, his eyelids turning into crescents. Only then did you notice the hint of glittery eyeshadow he put on, his favorite accessory when it came to his gigs.

“Really, I want to know you better, Channie.”

The nickname left him dizzy. The alcohol in his system suddenly felt like nothing compared to how drunk he got in the way you said it. He didn’t know what you were planning but it felt addicting. Nobody had ever called him something so affectionately, bordering on both hot and cute.

“English, Korean, a bit of French, and I’m a little fluent in Sexyguytalk.”

You blinked at his last statement. “Sexy-guy-talk…?”

“Oui, mon amour.”

It took you half a second to properly process the joke, but the laugh you let out was all that Chan needed to fall even harder. Even if you slapped his thigh in the process — why did he really enjoy that? — the sound of your confused yet amused laughter became his favorite song to listen to.

He rubbed the mark you left on his thigh. He knew you did it out of habit but he got flustered.

He decided to distract himself. “Again, why’d you ask?”

“Can’t I be curious?” You simply responded.

“Trying to get close, huh?”

“Well, I don’t know, I think I warrant a little bit more after getting a free kiss from the cutie music man.” You pushed an elbow against his arm.

“Oh.” He sat up and scratched the back of his neck.

The way he looked, blushing and shy all of a sudden, made him even more irresistibly adorable. Seeing him like this gave you the urge to pet him.

Your hand made its way up to his, gracing the nape of his neck, and you petted his head. Your fingers intertwined with his hair. He straightened it earlier but it seemed to wave out in the wind; his naturally curly locks coiled incredibly loosely around your fingers.

“…Ah.”

The softest, lightest, and most subtle hint of a whimper betrayed Chan’s throat, but you heard it. Chan immediately tried to hide his reaction but you could see the panic in his eyes as he scanned your face, hoping you didn’t notice his squeak.

You did, though, and let him know it with blinks of disbelief. Chan felt like burying himself in the sand or diving back into the pool out of embarrassment.

“…You like that?” A gentle smile graced your lips. Chan subconsciously leaned further into your palm.

He was rendered speechless but you knew.

Now you knew he liked getting his hair pulled; what he didn’t know was that you enjoyed the thought of indulging in it.

this isn’t final but lmk if you want to be in the taglist :D

[yvesdot]

Psst—I'll be live on KZSC's "Kosher Noise" radio segment from 4-5 PM PDT today, October 6th, 2023! Click here to listen live when it airs and hear about ethical vampwriting, why extra credit. says "for rabbi greenberg" on it, and how Something's Not Right sneaks Jewish tradition into queer monster lit.

[johannepetereric]

“Will the dragon swallow up the lion?!”

“Or will the lion thrust its fangs into the dragon’s throat?!” I fucking love the sub XD

[jabberwockprince]

finished the fake stars of vinyl city intros for my bebes <3 kind of a redesign/redraw of the old ones here

sometimes, revolution starts with a violent and petty mechanic, their younger brother who really wants to join the airforce and a defective 1010 they both found in the trash! rambling about them under the cut

Rikki is a former troublemaker and musician who had to sort their life out back into the straight and narrow to raise their little brother, Yiruk. So they went and got a degree in engineering! They're responsible for upgrading the NSR bots and adding extra levels for the Approach stages (entirely because I wanted to make those more relevant, teehee)

To level the field, Rikki also offers upgrades and cosmetics for Mayday and Zuke's transformation thingamajigs! All in exchange for "spare parts" - these can be obtained by playing specific levels with specific remixes/modes, namely 1010 or Approach levels.

After buying all of Rikki's upgrades, they reveal to Mayday and Zuke that all the spare parts they've been getting are going into fixing a friend of theirs - a defective 1010 robot hiding in Dream Fever.

That defective 1010 robot is Ban! He was meant to be another replacement for Haym, but a little oopsie during a concert got his ass benched and set up for repairs. Afraid of being reset, he ran away and found Yiruk, who then convinced Rikki to patch him up.

His name is short for banana, because he looks like one and they're sweet just like him. Do not question him, it's his new life as a rogue bot and he gets to pick his name <3 Ban loves to wear clothes with tacky patterns and bright colors, like cheetah or zebra prints! So he unlocks a bunch of tacky clothes for Mayday and Zuke

He's absolutely going through a lot of shit regarding his identity and individuality and general newfound consciousness, but he remains very upbeat and peppy about the whole thing. He's one bolt away from snapping though.

I like to think that the rock revolution lasted way longer, with NPCs Mayday and Zuke met kinda taking over their own respective districts - so B2J inspiring Yiruk to be a rockstar causes Yiruk to start a band with Rikki and Ban. Which indirectly leads to the fall of Metro District during the rock revolution <3 like come on, those fuckin cannons in the final level that are literally built to look like Mayday and Zuke's faces????? thats so fucking COOL i wish they expanded more on this section

[zheniakirsikkalove]

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[x-heesy]

𝗜 𝗪𝝠𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝝝 𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝝝𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝝝𝝝𝗥

Olvidarte by Frannabik @len0r @kattywompuss @bigbonzo 😭 ​slow dancing in the dark

[watashime-ciel]

do you ever just

(making a video with short parts of songs i like with the VOCALOIDs i use to pretend a character is singing so i don't use AIs or UTAUs cuz they're so hard to make. you're not ready for DJ Yellow's voice) edit: DJ Yellow will have 2 voices, which is a reference to my headcanon of him having his normal voice and his -overly high pitched for his age and probably the voice he uses to flirt with Blue but in reality Blue finds that voice funny so he can't take him seriously- voice. i mean he can also have a female voice but that's too much and i don't have enough VOCALOID voicebanks for that lmao

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

ooh or something about Logan getting to relax and shut his brain off. maybe he gets a book from one of the other sides that trances him as he reads it

(hope multiple prompts are okay, feel free to only choose one or none. I just got very excited)

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okay. okay. okay. sorry for taking literally five months to get to this.

loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading, probably sort of doubles as an actual induction of sorts? Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc (sort of).

2.6k words, under the cut. this one is heavy on that seduction/siren's call of trance angle.

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Logan rubs his temple as he hands in front of his bookcase, trying to decide on what to read. He’s getting a stress headache, it’s been a long week, and he is officially ready to try switch off and at least enjoy himself a little with a good story. Maybe he’ll reread a Sherlock Holmes novel… A Scandal in Bohemia, perhaps?

His fingers ghost along the spines of his books as he tries to make his choice. He loves this part. The anticipation. What to read, what to choose. Though he bites his lip, tilting his head. The decisions are overwhelming sometimes.

Someone knocks at his door. Logan grits his teeth before he answers it, but some of the tension drops away when he sees Janus there.

“Hello,” he says.

“Greetings,” Janus says, and his lips don’t move, but his eyes smile. “How are you?”

Logan blinks. “Um,” his eyes flick around, like it’s trick question. “Fine? …I was looking forward to a quiet evening reading, but… Well, nevermind. ...How are you?”

“Oh, reading!” Janus says with measured delight. “I was thinking of spending my evening the same way. Perhaps we could do so in each other’s company?”

Logan’s expression softens.

“That would be nice,” he agrees. “As long as we keep talking to a minimum. I don’t really want to hold many more conversations today.”

“We can do that,” Janus extends a hand. “Have you found your book, yet? Or will you pick one of mine?”

Logan hesitates a moment, before taking Janus’ hand.

“Well,” he shrugs one shoulder. “None of the books on my shelves are calling to me.”

Janus leads the way, and Logan lets him, and when he’s invited to step into Janus’ room, Logan takes a moment to bathe in the calming sensation that settles over him. The door clicks closed behind him.

“Alright, darling,” Janus says, and he puts a hand on Logan’s back to lead him over to his personal bookcase. “Let’s find you a good book.”

They comb over titles, but Logan finds his eyes drawn to one in particular, a tall, fairly thin book with beautiful midnight blue binding.

“Something caught your eye?” Janus says, his voice light and teasing, and Logan swallows, and pulls it off the shelf.

“What’s this?”

“Oh!” Janus clasps his hands. “I wrote that for you. I forgot to give it to you, silly me.”

“You wrote this for me?” Logan flushes, looking down at it. “Really?”

“Yes, love,” Janus leans in, kisses his cheek. “I wanted to give you something you could really wind down to in the evenings.”

He takes Logan’s empty hand and presses it over the front cover.

“It’s yours,” he whispers. His voice is husky. It makes Logan shiver with anticipation he can’t explain. “If you want it.”

“I want it!” Logan pulls it into his chest. “It’s… it’s very thoughtful, Janus. Thank you.”

Janus smiles softly, and turns back to the bookshelf to take a copy of Dracula, and takes Logan’s arm to lead him to Janus’ nice armchair.

…Janus is being oddly handsy today. But mind you, Logan smiles softly, he does get like this sometimes, he told Logan touch was very assuring for him as part of their relationship, and really, Logan likes Janus’ hands on him.

With a flick of the wrist and a thought, a second identical armchair appears beside the one Logan’s being gently pushed into. Janus pulls it up alongside comfortably, and settles there, in Logan’s periphery. He even puts his feet up on an ottoman, takes the hat off his head and settles it on the coffee table between them, and lounges back, opening his book.

Logan glances at him, and Janus shoots him a soft little smile.

So Logan leans back in the comfortable chair, wishing for a moment he’d thought to make tea before they settled in, before he shakes his head softly, and opens the book.

‘For my dearest Logan,’ The dedication on the first page reads, ‘who thinks too much.’

Logan’s lips twist into a smile, and he snorts, amused. He does notice that there is no title. There hadn’t been one on the front cover, and he tilts his head at it, glancing at Janus, who doesn’t look up from his own book.

It… it must be deliberate, then. Logan shakes his head again, and turns the page.

‘I am going to tell you a story,’ the book reads, ‘that might seem very familiar to you. But it’s a good story, Logan, and one you have always enjoyed, so I don’t think you’ll mind reading it again.’

Logan purses his lips, before he stops to evaluate how beautifully handwritten it is. Janus’ handwriting is just delightful.

‘It is about a man, much like yourself. Always a cliché, I know, but he really is like you. Hard-working, talented, and just so stressed. He never took a break when he should, until he found something that taught him how.’

Logan can’t help himself but raise an eyebrow at the prose, shoot Janus a quick glance, before turning back. This time, he doesn’t see it, but Janus side-eyes him, anticipation curling his lip into a hint of a smile.

‘He found a book. A book! Just like the one you’re holding now. A pretty book, a book filled with pretty words. It fitted beautifully into his hands, like it was made for him, just for him.’

Logan turns the page.

‘And the book started very simply. It taught him ways to relax. And the best, most basic start for relaxation – or so the book believed – was breathing.’

“Is this just guided meditation, or something?” Logan finally breaks his reader’s silence, turning to Janus.

“I thought you didn’t want conversation?” Janus raises an eyebrow at Logan, keeping his expression neutral, and Logan bites his lip and looks away. He did say that. “But… to answer your question… well, why don’t you keep reading and find out?”

Logan rolls his eyes at his partner’s ambiguity, but does turn back to his reading.

‘Yes, breathing. It may seem silly, but it works. The man found all he had to do was follow the instructions the book gave him, and nothing more. When the book told him to breathe in slowly, he did so. When the book told him to hold it, he did so. When the book told him to breathe out slowly, he did so.’

‘Why don’t you try it now? Just follow the words.’

‘Breathe in.’

Logan blinks, shakes his head, but decides it won’t do any harm. And besides, he needs to relax. He takes in a slow breath.

‘Hold.’

Logan does so.

‘Breathe out.’

And Logan let the air out, slow and gentle, and almost feels self-conscious for it. But Janus has gone back to ignoring him.

‘Good,’ praises the book, and Logan blinks at it. ‘That was perfect. Do it again.’

‘Breathe in. Breathe in all the stress and tension you have.’

Logan frowned a little, but did as he was told, sucking in a breath.

‘Hold it, floating, hanging, weightless.’

Those were good words to describe it, actually. He had to agree, it did… feel like that.

‘And breathe out. Breathe out all the tension, all the stress, leaving only relaxation. Relax, let the feeling spread through your chest from your lungs, down your arms and to your fingertips. Down your legs and to your toes. Up into your head and to your eyelids.’

Logan followed the words.

‘Good,’ the book praised him. ‘Again.’

The three printed lines repeated, and Logan did as he was told, and he had to agree with the book, as he read those words over and over, his tension just seemed to drain out of him. His blinking slowed down. It became so hard to want to lift his hand to turn the page.

‘Well done,’ were the first two words awaiting Logan on the next page. ‘Nice and relaxed. Like lying in a warm bath, like napping in the sun. Calm and relaxed, it almost feels like your head could be empty.’

Logan absorbs that line, but frowns a little at it, though now, his frown is little more than a downwards twitch of his lips.

‘It almost seems silly, doesn’t it? The idea of an empty head. But that was what the book told the man. It told him the next step in relaxing completely, relaxing enough, was to make his head empty. But to relax the mind, you have to relax the body.’

That… makes sense? Logan can follow that logic. He doesn’t remember feeling this sluggish before. He lets out a big, long breath, and casts his eyes over the paragraph again before he reads on.

‘The book told the man that his whole body should feel heavy. Heavy like lead. Heavy like lying in a warm bed on a cold morning. Heavy in a comfortable way, a relaxing way. Heavy in a way that he wouldn’t, shouldn’t and couldn’t fight. There was no need to fight it. If the man only let it happen, he would feel so good.’

Logan’s head tips to the side a little as he reads, his blinks so slow. It… it did feel nice to let it all slow down. His legs down felt so heavy, he couldn’t stand up if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to.

‘The book promised the man if he only let it all happen, it’d feel good. If he did as its words said, he’d feel so good.’

‘If he obeyed.’

Logan swallows hard, and goes to frown again.

‘Now, it’s a little silly, again, isn’t it? The word. The idea. ‘Obeying’. The word has strange connotations. There’s a level of mindlessness to it. To absorb what you’re being told, to accept what you’re being told, and to decide to do it. But even beyond that, ‘decide’ implies choice. ‘Obey’ is much more than choosing. Obeying feels better than choosing. The book told the man that he should obey, and as the man read on, he found himself agreeing.’

It… that also… makes sense? Logan can’t argue with that. And… it sounds like he shouldn’t argue with it, either. If he’s supposed to be following the book to relax, it wouldn’t make sense to disobey its instructions.

‘So the man read the book, and obeyed. The man let the book tell him to keep breathing deep and slow, to let his tension go, to let relaxation take over, and to let his body grow heavy, and his mind grow empty.’

‘The man didn’t need to think. He just needed to read and obey. You don’t need to think. You just need to read and obey.’

Read… and obey? Logan swallows hard, and combs over the line again. Read and obey.

‘Read and obey.’

He wets his lips.

‘Good. Very good. You’re so good.’

His lips part. He doesn’t make a noise, but his breath leaves him a little fast. And Logan doesn’t know it, absorbed in the book as he is, but Janus is still holding up his own book, yes, but his eyes are fixed on Logan.

‘You’re so good, doing exactly as you’re told. You’re so good for obeying. Read and obey.’

‘When you read the words, ‘read and obey’, you are going to start feeling something spreading through your body, Logan. It is pleasure. It is pleasure, as a reward for being so good, and for reading and obeying. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to do anything at all, other than read and obey, and feel so very good.’

‘Read and obey.’

Logan swallows again as a warm swell of pleasure washes through him, gentle but persistent, and he shivers under it.

‘Read and obey.’

His breathing gets faster.

‘Feeling so good. Read and obey. Read and obey. Read and obey.’

It crawls up his spine, filling his chest with warmth. It fills his brain, pushing down all other thoughts, all resistance, filling his head with warmth and pleasure. It rests nice and heavy and calmly in his stomach, growing stronger with each repetition, growing downwards, and Logan is barely aware of the way he grinds down a little into his seat as the pleasure fills him.

‘Read and obey. Unaware of anything but my words. Read and obey. Do you know what this is, Logan? This is trance. You are deeply in trance. Read and obey. It’s the truth. You are doing exactly as you are told, and you have fallen so deeply in trance.’

‘Read and obey.’

Logan struggles to keep his eyes open enough to read now, struggles to keep his eyes focussed on the words, but he can’t stop reading, he has to keep reading, he has to read and obey.

‘Deeply in trance. You are mine. Read and obey. Deeply in trance. Deeply aroused and feeling good. You are mine. Read and obey.’

Logan whines. He actually makes a sound. It wanders out his parted lips, so quiet, but it makes Janus grin, and give up all pretences of reading, and he sets down his book and watches Logan’s descent.

‘Fall deep. Fall deeper. Follow my words down, Logan. No more thoughts. No more thinking. Just pleasure. Read and obey.’

‘You want to touch yourself. You want to so badly, but you can’t. You can only hold this book, and read, and obey. Moan. Read and obey.’

Logan moans. It wanders out his lips, more breath than sound.

‘Good boy,’ says the book, and Logan flushes even as he struggles to keep his eyes open. ‘Read and obey. Moan again. Moan louder. Read and obey.’

Logan obeys. He moans again, moans louder, and if he were more aware, he’d hear how Janus’ breath hitches for it.

‘You feel so good. You are so deep in trance. You feel the pleasure building. Building. Building. Read and obey.’

This time, Logan moans unprompted. His hips keep grinding. He’s panting.

‘You can feel an orgasm building. You want an orgasm. You want to cum. You want to cum so badly. But you can’t, not yet, because I haven’t said you can.’

A whimper, this time. Logan’s lips are still parted, he can idly feel something wet leaking past his lips and trailing down his chin. He can’t move to wipe it away. He can only read and obey.

‘You’re a clever boy, Logan, I’m sure you can guess by now that the man in the story is you. We’ve done this before. You don’t remember it, but we have. That’s why it’s so easy to read and obey now. You’re back here, deep in trance, following my words, because this is safe and comfortable, and you feel so good.’

‘You want to cum. Keep reading. You want to cum so badly. Read and obey.’

Logan’s chest is beginning to heave. He can’t look away. He isn’t even aware of turning pages anymore, of his body moving to accomplish that task. He is only aware of the pleasure, and the words.

‘I wrote this book for you, Logan. You obey me. You feel good because I want you to. You obey me because I want you to. Read and obey.’

Logan turns the page, and realises it’s the last one.

And it has two words left written there, in Janus’ beautiful handwriting.

‘Look up.’

Logan reads them, obeys them, lifts his head, and- when did Janus stand up? When did Janus move over him? Logan looks up, mouth hanging open, panting, drooling, empty-headed and desperate, and…

Janus smiles at him. He reaches out, palms up, and closes Logan’s book.

As the book snaps closed, he gives his final order.

“Cum.”

[anijay]

I have been infatuated with this game for a few weeks now and their twitter wanted to show art for their announcement stream

So I had finally gotten the inspo and drive to draw the fancy southern wolf

also it got shown on stream soo LET'S GOOO (That's my twitter @) 🙃

[kitsunabi]

Oh my god what is this trailer aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh I love her so much more now

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Grocery shopping with Limp Bizkit. Need them to pick anything up for you?

[cosmojjong]

[noon song of hope, eng sub] uploaded the english subbed version of this interview! please note that it may contain minor inaccuracies. if you want to know further information about the translation send me an ask. check the description of the video for re-translations. hope you sit down to enjoy this whenever you feel like it!

[johannepetereric]

Sub Julian’s voice is too deep. Deeper than Sub Ryuga, Doji, and Kyoya combined.

[demonsfate]

while applying black lipstick, ❝ i have to get edgier. ❞