#Feel kinda bad for tagging this SR...

[casualblacklight]

Drew Demon AU Playa for another Art-Meme ✨

After slowly returning from my SR break I wonder who even remembers this AU here? I drew him only once the whole past year... woops 😅

And he changed a tiny bit over the time... not alot but he got pointy ears now, a tail and I updated his tats too ~

Bla bla bla:

Old stuff ... But man, I need to draw him with Johnny again 🥺

Artmeme under the cut:

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[kismetmoon]

they’re gonna execute the Mother to elevate the Man

[ID: a digital painting of an original stylised Flatland character, referred to as Mother.

Mother is a humanoid character with dark grey skin, clawed blurry disembodied hands and a sharp point on top of her head.

She has a light grey veil-like covering over her face, which also drapes down her back. The veil has a circle marking in the centre. She is wearing a long grey dress with long angel sleeves that end in ruffled cuffs and a skirt that rests on the floor, a dark grey sash around her waist and a dark grey pelerine.

She is facing directly forward, with her arms held out to her sides and her hands splayed open. She is stood in a white arched doorway above a light grey floor with a large dark red circle behind her head, akin to a halo. The light from the doorway is illuminating the surrounding pitch black space. There are two thin trails of blood coming from under the veil that go down her neck and onto her pelerine.

End ID].

additional shots including the initial rough draft and plain line work that i like under the cut <3

[ID: three images that show the same illustration as above, but with as different versions. The first image is the uncoloured line work version, the second is a rougher sketch version with a dark grey background and white star-shaped halo, and the third image is the exact same as above but Mother is farther away. End ID].

[cathalbravecog]

many many frostbites and random interactions and funnies messy doodles. click for better quality but also have some close ups

[imdonelikerlly]

Kaliruggie???

Ruggie is not the moon, just as he is not the sun. The sun is the beginning of life, smiles, unexpected obstacles, and the continuation of life. The sun is Kalim. Bright, warm, still surprisingly warming when covered by storm clouds.

Ruggie is the sky.

The sky is, in general, not very special. It shows what it follows; at night - the stars and the moon, its 'own' all-encompassing blackness, which, in fact, comes from the galaxy, and during the day - the sun and its 'own' blue. Ruggie does not interfere with clouds, storms, or the brightness of the stars, moon, or sun.

Still, Kalim's bright sun finds Ruggie's silvery sky interesting. Lovely. Good.

Good.

At the same time, Kalim is the wind. He dances and jumps everywhere, carrying with him hundreds of stories about betrayal, death, love, about life. Ruggie is a field of various plants. He bends under the pressure of the wind, dances with it and, thanks to it, tells his stories. About poverty, wealth. About life, death. And love, love, love.

Family love and never-ending love. Love for the sun and the wind.

Ruggie definitely loves Kalim.

[ateezscupid]

─── QUEEN'S HELP ♡

SUMMARY / As a Queen with no King, sometimes you feel lonely. Being in a gigantic castle with no one by your hip. Well, besides for one servant.

warnings ✩ Queen!fem reader, Servant!seonghwa, medieval au, reader is a widow, forbidden love trope, angsty, reader is lonely and seonghwa is an eater /srs, soft!dom reader, switch (sub-leaning)!seonghwa, kinda service top seonghwa, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, oral (f)

word count ✩ 5.19k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

NOTE !! highly reccomend you read this in a British accent bc that's how I was reading it LOL

"It's forbidden…this love between us. My mother won't allow me to come know knowing I let a vampire bed me-"

"I will be there for you, my Queen. I would walk through fire than allow anyone to tear you from my cold dead hands."

"Oh, my love…"

"…This is such shit." you curse as you flip through the pages of your book. The fireplace crackles and spits as it dances in the stone hearth, casting shadows around the vast chamber that you call your own. "I mean, really, who writes this stuff?"

"Probably those poverty ridden authors," your friend, Giselle, chuckles as she sat across from you. "Always dreaming of castles and kings." She winks, knowing your secret love for such tales.

"Yeah, well, it's not all it's worked up to be." You sigh, setting your book down. "Especially when the only company I've got is you and the castle ghosts."

"And the servants? The maids and butlers? They're too busy pretending not to listen to every word we say," you add with a roll of your eyes, leaning back into the velvet chair. Giselle laughs, a sound that echoes gently in the high-ceilinged room.

"And what about that one?" Giselle asks, nodding to the young man standing by the sideboard, refilling your goblets with deep red wine. "Seonghwa, isn't it?"

You glance over, not really caring much. "What about him?"

Seonghwa freezes mid-pour, his hand trembling slightly. He's heard you speak of your loneliness before, but this time it's different. There's a sadness in your voice that wasn't there before, a crack in the armor you so fiercely wear. He's only a servant, but he's seen the way you look at the sunsets, the way you touch the cold stone of your ring finger where a ring should be. He's heard the soft sighs that escape your lips in the dead of night when you think no one can hear.

"He seems to be the only cute one." Giselle whispered, her eyes glinting mischievously.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Giselle, you're terrible."

Seonghwa finishes pouring the wine and approaches, placing the goblet before you. His eyes are cast down, avoiding yours, as he bows slightly. "Is there anything else you need, Your Highness?"

You look him up and down, taking in his form. He's not bad on the eyes, sure, but he's a servant, and you're the queen. It's not like you can just… "Giselle, that's absurd," you say with a light chuckle, pushing the thought away.

"Nothing more," Giselle waves her hand at Seonghwa, "Thank you, darling."

"As you wish," Seonghwa says, retreating back to his post by the sideboard. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, a hint of sadness lingering. You've always had a soft spot for the young man, his quiet efficiency and the way he never complains about the endless tasks. But that's all it is, right? A soft spot. Not love. Not like in the books.

But as the evening wears on and your friend heads back to her own chambers, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and the flickering firelight, you find yourself drawn back to Seonghwa. He's always so attentive, so… present. You stand, the fabric of your royal gown whispering against the cold stone floor as you move towards him. "Seonghwa," you call out, your voice echoing softly in the quiet room.

He jumps slightly, then turns to face you, his eyes wary. "Your Highness?"

"…Come to my bedroom. I need help removing my dress." You say casually, as if asking for a cup of tea. It's not the first time you've called for his assistance in such matters, but there's something different in your tone tonight. A warmth that wasn't there before.

"Of course, Your Highness." He says, his voice steady, but you can see his pulse quicken at the base of his neck. He follows you through the shadowy corridors, the torchlight casting flickering patterns on the ancient tapestries that line the walls.

Once inside your chamber, you sit before the vanity, watching him in the reflection of the mirror as he unbuttons your dress with deft fingers. You've noticed his gaze lingering before, but tonight, it feels more… intense. You clear your throat, trying to break the tension. "How was your day, Seonghwa?"

"It was… it was fine, Your Highness." He murmurs, his eyes on the fabric rather than your reflection. "Just the usual chores."

"Hm." you murmur, watching him in the mirror. "Well, I've had better days myself." You lean back, allowing him to carefully slip the gown off your shoulders. The fabric pools at your waist, revealing the soft curves of your back. "But I've had worse."

"Your day is never truly bad when you're the Queen," he says, his voice a little hoarser than usual.

"You only think that because you're not in my position." you reach back to the tie keeping your corset together, but your fingers fumble with the knot. "Could you help me with this, Seonghwa?"

"Of course, Your Highness." He steps closer, his warm breath ghosting against your neck as he works the knot. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest, so close to yours, and it sends a thrill through you that you try to ignore. You've never been this… aware of him before.

"So, Seonghwa," you start casually, "Do you ever get tired of serving me?"

"…W-What?" Seonghwa stammers, his hands pausing for a moment before continuing to untie your corset. "I mean, it's an honor to serve you, my Queen."

"Wouldn't you want to serve a Queen who doesn't treat you like some sort of… object?" You ask, turning to look at him in the mirror, your eyes meeting his.

Seonghwa swallows hard, his throat dry as dust. "You never treat me poorly, Your Highness."

You couldn't think of anything else to say. The silence between you was thick, like the velvet drapes that shrouded the windows. "Good," you murmur, breaking the tension. "I wouldn't want to think I've been unkind to my most loyal servant."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes never leaving the corset as he loosens the laces. His cheeks are flushed, but you can't tell if it's from the fireplace or something else. You stand, the dress falling to the floor with a heavy sigh. "You can go now."

"But Your Highness, the dress…"

"It's fine, I'll manage the rest," you wave your hand dismissively. "Just… leave me."

"…Is everything alright, Your Highness?" Seonghwa asks, his eyes darting up to meet yours briefly before dropping back to the floor.

"…Do you find Giselle attractive?" You blurt out before he can leave, watching his reaction in the mirror.

Seonghwa's hands stilled on the fabric. "Your Highness, I-I don't think it's proper for me to have such thoughts about a lady of the court."

"So you do?" you turn to face him. "But what about someone like me?"

"Your Highness," Seonghwa says, his eyes searching yours. "You're different."

"In what way Seonghwa," you stroll over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. Your heart thuds like a blacksmith's hammer in your chest. The castle walls felt like they were closing in on you, and for once, you craved the simplicity of a conversation with someone who knew your true thoughts.

"You're…my Queen," he stammers, his eyes wide. "You're not like anyone else here."

"I'm…your queen? Not the Kingdom's?" You tease gently, a smirk playing on your lips as you watch his discomfort grow. "You're not supposed to say that, Seonghwa. It's scandalous."

He shakes his head, his cheeks now a deep shade of red. "Your Highness, I-I didn't mean…"

"Come here, Seonghwa." You pantomime a 'shh' with your finger to your lips as you pat the spot next to you on the bed. "Let's just talk for a bit."

Seonghwa hesitates, his eyes flicking to the closed door and back to you. "Your Highness, is this…proper?"

"Stand if you must," you say with a shrug, "but I'm quite comfortable." You lean back into the pillows, watching as Seonghwa reluctantly sits on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, and the warmth of his body is surprisingly comforting.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" you ask suddenly, the question hanging in the air like the faint scent of jasmine from the candles flickering on the nightstand.

Seonghwa's eyes widen, and he looks down at his hands, twisting the fabric of the bedspread. "Your Highness, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon."

You nod slightly, glancing toward your closet. "Get my nightgown for me."

Seonghwa jumps to his feet, eager to follow your command. He returns with the garment, holding it out to you with trembling hands. You stand and let him slip it over your head, the silk brushing against your skin like a lover's caress. You feel his eyes on you, but you don't look at him. Instead, you stare straight ahead, contemplating the flickering shadows on the far wall.

"Do you remember the day of my husband's funeral," you begin, your voice a soft whisper that seemed to get lost in the vastness of the room. "When the whole court was weeping, and I had to stand there, stoic, because queens aren't allowed to show weakness?"

Seonghwa nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, Your Highness. It was a sad day for us all."

You step closer to him, your hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "Do you know what I felt that day?"

Seonghwa swallows hard, his eyes searching yours. "Pain. Loss," he murmurs.

"No." you correct him, your voice dropping to a whisper. "I felt nothing. Not pain, not loss, nothing. Just… cold." You step closer, your hand trailing down his cheek. "But when I look at you, Seonghwa…I feel something."

"Your Highness," he says, his voice strained, "I'm just a servant. I shouldn't be the one to…"

"You look at me as if you…as if you see me," you whisper, your thumb lingering on his cheek. "Do you, Seonghwa?"

He swallows again, his eyes flicking down to your hand. "Your Highness," he starts, but you lean in, your lips pressing against his, cutting off his protests. He freezes for a moment, shocked, but then his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His kiss is warm, hungry, and it feels like the first time you've been truly alive in years. You melt into him, your body responding to the touch you've been starved of for so long.

"Seonghwa," you murmur against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair. "Call me…call me by my name."

"Y/N," he murmurs back, his voice thick with emotion as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide down to your waist, holding you firmly against him as if he's afraid you might vanish like the mist at dawn. You can feel his heart racing, matching the erratic rhythm of your own. The formality of titles and station seem to crumble away in the face of this raw connection.

You pull away slightly, panting, and look up at him with desire-filled eyes. "Take me, Seonghwa," you whisper, your voice filled with a need that you never knew existed until this very moment. "Make me feel alive again."

"Your highness, I don't-"

"I'll tell you what to do. Just be with me," you whisper, your hand sliding to the back of his neck. "Please, Seonghwa."

He nods, his eyes dark with need. This isn't something you should be asking, not from a servant, but here in the candlelit privacy of your chamber, the rules seem to bend. He kisses you again, his hands finding the laces of your nightgown, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who's so obviously out of his depth. You help him, eager to feel his skin against yours. The garment pools at your feet, leaving you bare before him.

"I want you to use your mouth on me." You say it without blinking, the words coming out with surprising ease.

"Your…Your Highness?" Seonghwa stammers, his eyes wide with shock.

You smile gently, placing a finger to his lips. "Just Y/N," you whisper, "and I'm not asking for anything unpleasant. I trust you."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but you're steady. He drops to his knees, his breath warm against your bare skin as he kisses down your chest, his touch feather-light. You can feel the heat building between your thighs, a warmth that has nothing to do with the fireplace across the room.

"Y/N," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasp, your hands threading through his hair, guiding him. It's strange, giving orders to a man who's always taken them from you, but there's something incredibly intimate about it.

"Just like that," you whisper, your voice hoarse with need. "But slower, Seonghwa."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he kisses you again, his touch now softer, more deliberate. The room seems to spin around you, the heavy fabric of your curtains swirling in your peripheral vision. This isn't how you thought a night in the castle would go, but you're not about to complain.

"Your Highness," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and sweet. "I-"

"Shh, love," you run your fingers through his hair. "What is it? You don't know how?"

"N-no, Your High…I mean, Y/N," he stammers, his cheeks a fiery red. "It's just… I've never done this before."

You lean back on the bed, your heart racing. "Well, Seonghwa," you say with a small smile, "Listen to me carefully,"

You guide him gently, your hand on the back of his neck, urging him closer. "Kiss me here," you whisper, your finger tracing your inner thigh. "And here," you continue, moving slightly higher. His eyes widen, but he follows your instructions, his kisses leaving a trail of heat that makes your toes curl. "That's it," you encourage him, your voice breathless.

As his kisses reach the apex of your thighs, you spread your legs wider, giving him better access. "Now, lick me," you instruct, your voice a soft command. He hesitates for a moment, but the trust in your gaze is unmistakable. His tongue darts out, tentative at first, but as you moan softly in pleasure, he grows bolder.

You guide his movements, your hands tangled in his hair. "Circles," you whisper, your breath hitching as he obeys, his tongue swirling around your clit. "Flick your tongue, just like this," you demonstrate with your own, his eyes watching yours in the mirror above the bed. He mimics the motion, and you feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. "Yes, like that," you encourage, your voice a little more urgent now.

"Oh christ," you murmur, your eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwa's tongue tentatively flicks against your clit. His movements are clumsy, but earnest, and it's oddly endearing. You bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. "Like this," you instruct, demonstrating with your own hand. "But don't be afraid to use more pressure."

He nods, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror once again before he leans back in. You feel his tongue swipe firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and it sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You're surprised by how good he is, despite his inexperience. "There," you whisper, your voice a little shaky. "Just like that, Seonghwa."

Your hips rock slightly against his face as he follows your instructions, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the anticipation building in your core. "Good boy," you praise, your hands tightening in his hair. The words come naturally, a mix of dominance and care that feels surprisingly right.

"D-Don't stop," you breathe, your body arching slightly off the bed. Seonghwa's eyes are fixed on yours, his pupils wide with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He's a quick learner, you realize with a thrill, as his tongue starts to mimic the rhythm of your own hand, his movements growing more confident.

"Good," you murmur, your voice a soft purr of approval. "Just like that." His eyes flick up to yours in the mirror, searching for any sign of dissatisfaction, but all he finds is the raw need reflected in your gaze. You can't remember the last time you felt this alive, this… wanted.

"Seonghwa-" you gasp sharply, your thighs tightening around his face. His tongue is still tentative, but the earnestness in his eyes as he looks up at you in the mirror is unmistakable. You're not used to being the one in control, but there's something incredibly freeing about guiding him, about watching him learn your body like it's a sacred text. "Faster," you command, your voice a soft moan.

He speeds up, his tongue swirling and flicking against you, and you feel your orgasm start to build. "That's it," you encourage, your hips beginning to move in time with his movements. The bed creaks softly beneath you, the only sound in the otherwise still room. "Now, suck," you whisper, your hand pressing down lightly on the back of his head. He complies, his mouth closing around your clit, the gentle pressure sending a shockwave through you.

"Y-Yes," you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel the pressure building. "Oh my god,"

Seonghwa's eyes are glued to yours in the mirror, watching for every reaction, every twitch of pleasure. His mouth works you with an intensity that's surprising for someone so inexperienced. You're so close, your body taut like a bowstring ready to snap. "I'm close," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the reflection. You can see the determination in them, the desperate need to please you. His mouth moves faster, his tongue flicking and sucking, his cheeks hollowing as he breathes through his nose. Your hips are moving now, riding his face as you chase the orgasm that's just out of reach. "Yes," you murmur, "just like that."

Seonghwa seems to understand, his movements growing more confident, his tongue delving deeper. You can feel your muscles clenching around nothing, desperate for the fullness he could give you. You've never been with a man who was so eager to learn, so eager to please. It's intoxicating.

You reach down, your hand guiding his head as you show him the rhythm you crave. His mouth is hot, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh. You let out a low moan, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of your chamber. "There," you murmur, "Right there."

"F-Fuck-" you moaned, your voice unsteady. The feeling was almost too much, his tongue hitting all the right spots with surprising precision for a novice. "Harder," you instructed, your legs trembling.

Seonghwa obeyed, his tongue pressing more firmly against your clit. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself closer to the warmth of his mouth. You watched his eyes in the mirror, the hunger in them making you feel powerful, like you were the one in control. It was a heady feeling, one you hadn't experienced in a very long time.

"I-I'm-" you gasp. "I-I'm coming!" The words barely leave your mouth before the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body shaking with pleasure. Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly in the mirror, but he doesn't stop, his tongue still working its magic until you're boneless, your legs falling open with a soft sigh.

He pulls away, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. You can see the pride in his eyes, the knowledge that he's brought you pleasure. "Was that…good, Your Highness?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile lazily, your eyes half-closed with satisfaction. "Very good, Seonghwa," you murmur, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "But I'm not done with you yet."

You sit up and back away, flipping yourself over and laying on your stomach. "Now," you murmur, pushing your ass up in the air. Seonghwa stares for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, but you give him a gentle push. "Take me. Just like I asked."

He swallows hard, his eyes dark with desire as he moves behind you. You feel his hands on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in. "Like this?" he asks, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Mm," you murmur, pushing back slightly to feel his hardness against you. "But be gentle, I'm not used to this."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He kisses your inner thigh, his breath warm against your skin. You feel his tongue dart out, touching you gently, and you can't help the soft whine that escapes your throat. "Just like that," you whisper, your voice a little shaky. "Softly."

He kisses you again, his movements growing more confident as he starts to understand what you like. You spread your legs wider, giving him better access, and he takes the hint. His tongue traces patterns around your clit, and you moan, your body responding to his touch. "Good," you murmur, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Seems you must like this, hm?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You can see the hunger in them, the desperate need to make you feel good. "Seonghwa…"

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and longing. "Your Highness?"

"Your pants are still on." You say with a smirk, glancing back at him. "How do you expect to serve me properly like that?"

Seonghwa nods, his eyes flicking to the floor. "Of course, Your Highness." He stands, his movements a little unsteady as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall. His cock springs free, hard and eager. You can't help but stare for a moment, surprised by his size.

"You've been hiding that from me all this time?" You say, a playful smirk on your lips. "A treasure indeed." You spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your slick folds. "Come, Seonghwa. Give it to me."

He approaches you with a mix of eagerness and trepidation, his cock bobbing with each step. You can feel the warmth of his body against your thighs as he settles back into his position between them. "Just like before," you remind him, your voice low and sultry. "But this time, don't stop until I tell you to."

Seonghwa nods, his eyes dark with desire as he presses his tip against your entrance. You feel a thrill of anticipation as he starts to push inside you, the sensation of his thickness stretching you. "Your Highness," he whispers, his voice a little shaky.

You nod, your breath hitching as he fills you up. "Just like that," you murmur, your eyes never leaving the mirror. You watch as his hips start to rock, his movements tentative at first. "Mm," you encourage, pushing back to meet him.

"Faster," you command, your voice a little more urgent now. He picks up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet sound that fills the room. It feels incredible, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. "Harder," you say, your voice a little louder now.

"Y-Your highness," he moans, his eyes locked shut as he tries to follow your guidance. His movements become more confident, his strokes deeper and faster. You feel yourself building again, the pressure starting to coil in your belly.

"Just like that," you whisper, your voice a sweet promise. "Jesus christ," your fingers grip the pillow in front of you, your eyes never leaving his. The expression of concentration and hunger etched on his features is almost as mesmerizing as the feeling of him moving inside you. "Fuck me like you mean it, Seonghwa."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes flying open, and you can see the determination in them. His hips start to move faster, his cock hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. You've never been with someone who takes your words so seriously, so eagerly. It's as if every order you give him is a gift, one that he unwraps with trembling hands and a desperate need to please.

"Oh my god," you moan, your hand reaching back to grab at his hip, pulling him deeper into you. He follows your guidance, his movements becoming more forceful, his breaths harsh and uneven. "Y-Yes, yes, yes,"

You arch your back, pushing your ass into him as he thrusts harder and faster. Your body is a live wire, sparking with pleasure at every touch. You're so lost in sensation that for a moment, you forget that you're in charge. "Oh, S-Seonghwa," you moan, your voice breathless. "You're so… so good at this."

His eyes fly open at your words, meeting yours in the mirror. You can see the surprise and elation in his gaze as he realizes you're praising him. It's clear he's never received such praise, not in this way, not from someone like you. The knowledge that he's bringing you pleasure, that he's the one making you feel this way, fuels his movements.

"I-It feels good?" Seonghwa's voice is a mix of hope and disbelief, his hips stuttering slightly as he continues his rhythm.

You nod, your eyes glazing over as you slip deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Your body feels boneless, your mind hazy, and the only thing that seems to anchor you is the feel of him inside you. "Yes," you murmur, your voice distant. "S-So good."

Seonghwa's grip tightens on your hips as he fucks you harder, his own need building. You can feel it in every thrust, in the way his breath hitches and his body tenses. But you're floating now, lost in the sensation of his cock filling you up. It's too much, and yet not enough.

"I-I need-" you stutter, a moan tearing itself out of your throat as Seonghwa hits that perfect spot again. Your eyes glaze over, your body trembling with pleasure. You can feel yourself falling, slipping into that delicious void where thought ceases to exist and only sensation remains. "I-I think I'm going to-"

Seonghwa wraps his hand around you, his fingers connecting with your clit, the pressure just right as he continues to thrust into you from behind. The combination of sensations sends you spiraling, your focus slipping away until all you can feel is the pleasure coursing through you.

"D-Don't stop, fuck, please!" you beg, your voice barely above a whisper as Seonghwa's touch sends you hurtling towards the edge of oblivion. The room around you fades into a haze of candlelight and shadow, the only anchor being the feeling of him inside you, the sound of your skin slapping against his, and the sweet pressure of his fingers on your clit.

And then it happens. Your orgasm hits you like a bolt of lightning, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your entire body convulse. You scream his name, your voice echoing off the walls of your chamber. It's the strongest orgasm you've ever had, and it's all for him, all because of him.

Seonghwa's eyes widen in the mirror, his own orgasm catching him by surprise. He stammers your name as he empties himself inside you, his hips jerking with the force of his release. He's never felt anything like this before, never experienced this kind of intimacy or pleasure. His body feels like it's on fire, a delicious burn that makes him want to collapse on top of you and never move again.

But he holds back, his arms shaking as he supports his weight, his eyes still locked on yours in the reflection. You're still trembling, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. The sight of your pleasure is almost too much for him to handle, and he can't help but feel a little lost in the intensity of it all.

Seonghwa's movements slow, his cock still twitching inside you. He's never felt anything like this before, never been the one to give someone so powerful, so revered, such an intense moment of release. It's intoxicating, and he's not sure if he's ready for the world to come crashing back down around him.

"Seonghwa…" you pant, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He slowly pulls out, his cock glistening with your arousal, and you feel a strange sense of loss. You roll over, reaching for him, needing to feel his warmth against you.

He's still kneeling on the bed, his chest heaving with his own ragged breaths. His eyes are wide, filled with a mix of shock and awe. He's never seen you like this before, never knew he could make you feel this way. You look at him, struggling to sit yourself up, your body still humming with pleasure. "Come here," you say, your voice a gentle command.

Seonghwa crawls over to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles onto the bed. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer until his body is pressed against yours. You can feel his heart racing against your chest, the heat of his skin searing into yours. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

You try to nuzzle yourself into him. His arms hesitantly wrap around you, unsure of the right way to hold you, but you guide him, showing him how you like it. His embrace feels safe, like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. It's a stark contrast to the passion that just consumed you, but it's just as satisfying in its own way. "You don't have to be scared," you murmur into his neck. "I won't tell anyone."

"I don't want to let you go." Seonghwa whispers, his arms tightening around you as his head rests on your shoulder. His heart beats a staccato rhythm against your chest, echoing the thud of your own heart. The candles flicker, casting shadows that dance across the stone walls, painting the scene in a warm, intimate glow.

"You don't have to, love." you run your fingers through his head, gently scratching his scalp, the gesture one of comfort. "You're mine. I won't let anyone hurt you," you whisper, the words sending a thrill through his body. The idea of belonging to someone so powerful, so beautiful, was almost too much for him to comprehend.

"Y-Yours?" Seonghwa repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his head against your shoulder feels heavier than it did just moments ago, like the gravity of your words is sinking in.

"Mine," you affirm, your voice firm despite the tenderness in your touch. You pull back to look at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. "You're my secret, my solace." Your hand traces a line down his cheek, feeling the stubble that's started to grow.

[gridgamesgalore]

even though this was apparently an old draft like you said I just wanna say that I can relate to thi !! [ long tangent ahead um sorgryeudjw ]

i had a prettyyyyy bad flea infestation in my old house like really bad ,,,, my family got rid of all of the fleas in like ,,, 6 months roughly [ fleas in my room were out in 5 months but there were still fleas downstairs hhhh ... 💔]

the second really rough encounter with fleas was at my cool aunts house [ this makes sense because where she lived its like in the middle of nowhere and they keep like 10+ cats there /srs ] and when I came back home my feet up to my shins were bitten a shit ton and I was paranoid for a like that there was still fleas in the outfits I wore and in the blanket I took there 💔 this was back in august 2024 so im good now but holy shit ...

WE SHOULD GET RID OF FLEAS !!!! THEY SERVE NO PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD !!!!! /VNEG I HATE FLEAS AND LICE AND THE STUPID BERRY BUGS I HATE THEM [ I only had an experience with fleas not with lice but I do have bad dandruff if that counfs I guess .. ]

I fucking HATE it here. You wanna know why? IT'S FLEAS. THERE'S FUCKING FLEAS IN MY BED AND ON THE FLOOR AND IN MY ROOM AND ON THE COUCH AND EVERYWHERE ON EVERYONE AND I HATE IT HERE. FUCKING FLICKING THEM OFF OF MY BED AND MYSELF. I GO TO BED? FLEAS. I WAKE UP? FUCKING FLEAS. I TRY TO EVEN CHILL IN MY OWN ROOM, AND I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING CHILL BECAUSE THERE'S FLEAS EVERYWHERE AND INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON CHILLING AND DOING THE SHIT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO, I FIND MYSELF CONSTANTLY COMNING MY HAIR OUT OF FEAR THAT THERE'S JUST MORE FLEAS. I CAN'T USE SCENTS THAT FLEAS DON'T LIKE BECAUSE THAT'S NOT A FUCKING REPELLENT. I CAN'T BUY REPELLENT ONLINE OR ANYWHERE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY.

FUCKING SHIIII

[jnnul]

the right side of wrong (part 3)

TAGS ▸ uhhh an accidental kiss, some fighting/sparring, sunghoon boxes bc i said so, stalking but you don't know that yet

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ so i've been sitting on this chapter for quite some time (motivation to finally post has come from @dojunie for updating the masterpiece misdial) and i originally wanted to include a lot more plot in this chapter but i figured that it would better to get it out than ruminate about the plot too much more. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!

TAGLIST ▸ @hybeboyenthusisast

[march 19, 20XX, 12:19 P.M.] [copenhagen, denmark]

“teekl!” klarion exclaims, taking in his surroundings with a sneer. “i wanted to teleport to where y/n is! why’d you bring me to copenhagen?”

teekl meows, as if to rebuke klarion’s displeasure of being dropped in copenhagen - a place with beautiful scenery and fresh air, mind you - compared to the exact location of where y/n was, which was something that teekl was not only incapable of doing at the current energy levels that he was at, but also something that was difficult for klarion himself to do.

“if only i had her exact energy signature…,” klarion mutters under his breath, trying to hone in on y/n’s energy signature. he feels a quick zap against his skull, almost as if he’s made a breakthrough before it vanishes and klarion sighs.

“might as well take a cat nap, before i recharge and find that stupid runaway,” klarion says and teekl meows in almost malicious agreement. neither of them realize that they aren’t the only ones looking for her as felix faust slinks back into the shadows, the two of them never leaving his sight.

[march 19, 20XX, 12:27 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“let me get this straight and please, feel free to stop me at any point you think that this is batshit insane: you landed in ace chemical factory, and in your panic, you screamed at supersonic levels and everything around you shattered. after that, you didn’t want to be put in jail or whatever you thought was going to happen so you ran and wandered aimlessly around gotham before you ended up at the bank and met artemis. oh, and how could i forget, you didn’t know you could do that?” sunghoon recaps in an almost satirical voice, rubbing the outside of his ear, having just recovered his sense of hearing. y/n nods, somewhat sheepishly, having been pacified when yuna shin, the magician from the justice league, had been called in to fix the necklace using a spell. yujin sighs, rubbing her forehead as the two of them start to piece together what had happened that night.

“still doesn’t explain how icicle sr. managed to get from the yacht bridge to the bank in that time frame,” yujin says and y/n raises her hand hesitatingly.

“i don’t know if this is relevant but there was some guy wearing a huge parka in the middle of march that was riding down a huge…bobsled with ice that kinda appeared wherever he moved? i wasn’t sure if that was normal in this dimension so i didn’t say anything but they’re both icy,” she says, fidgeting with her hands. 

“did you see anyone else with him?” sunghoon asks, and y/n wracks her brain, trying to think if she saw anyone else that night.

“some really pale lady with spiky blue hair?”

yujin and sunghoon exchange a look before yujin groans, pulling out her phone to call belrev and let the maximum security prison wasn’t nearly as high security as they thought it was. 

“those three are all money hungry people who ally with each other every time they want to pull off a serious heist since they all use ice as their method of attack. they were probably all working together to pull off the yacht bridge incident,” sunghoon explains as a lightbulb goes off in his head. “that’s why we only saw shattered glass and nothing else. the ice probably melted by the time that we got there.”

“well that explains that. what that doesn’t explain is the canary cry. no one else in the justice league - or the injustice league, for that matter - has the canary cry. at least not since that impersonator was put into prison but even she couldn’t use the canary cry well enough to make stone break,” yujin says once she gets off the phone.

“right…” sunghoon turns to y/n, who’s fidgeting with the necklace in her hand. “do you mind if i look at that for a second?”

y/n stares at the necklace for a moment before handing it over somewhat reluctantly.

the necklace itself seems rather plain. it’s a gold necklace, with a single pearl dangling off of it but other than that, it had no identifiers to suggest why this necklace was so important to y/n.

“it was my mother’s,” she says softly and sunghoon hears yujin have to contain her gasp where she was standing. “it’s the only thing i have from her and the only thing that my father hasn’t tried to take from me when it comes to memories of my mom.”

that would explain the sentimental attachment.

sunghoon eyes the pearl, which seems to be dazzling in the light, even though there was very little in y/n’s room, as though it were exuding light, rather than reflecting it. well. unless pearls operated differently in y/n’s dimension (which, at this point, sunghoon couldn’t even say definitively that they didn’t), there was something about this necklace…

“you don’t know who exactly your mother is, right?” yujin asks and y/n nods, hands twitching as she watches sunghoon fidget with the necklace before he drops it back onto the nightstand. she snatches it up quickly, putting it back around her neck, seeming much more calm now that the necklace was on her.

“no. all i know is that my father and my mother went to the same high school and that i was born when they were both still in school, which is probably why i ended up with my dad instead of my mom,” y/n says, thumbing at the pearl. yujin exchanges a look with sunghoon, and this time, sunghoon is the one to leave the room, pressing buttons on a flip phone to call someone.

“look, i don’t want to give you any false hope or even give you any information that you don’t need right now,” yujin starts, taking a deep breath. y/n doesn’t say anything, just watching yujin as the taller girl gets up to start pacing around the room that suddenly feels surprisingly cramped.

“but with the cry and everything that she’s told us about how she discovered her powers and everything…we have good reason to believe that your mother is black canary.”

y/n’s breath comes out as a staccato as it catches in her throat.

“…and we don’t know if she knows you exist."

[march 19, 20XX, 1:02 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“what did the bat say?” yujin asks a disheveled looking sunghoon. the tall man just shakes his head, sitting down next to her on y/n’s bed, the owner of said bed watching him from the other side of the room on her beanbag chair.

“he can’t confirm or deny anything right now because black canary’s not in the u.s. right now. she’s out of the country on some top secret mission and cannot be called back under any circumstances,” sunghoon sighs and yujin’s eyebrows furrow.

“it took you half an hour to find out that we can’t get in touch with black canary?” 

“there were…other things. just alpha clearance level things,” sunghoon says and yujin immediately leans back. y/n’s eyes bounce back and forth between sunghoon and yujin before clearing her throat nervously.

“uh, what does alpha clearance mean?”

“it’s just our classification system to ensure that the information from the team and the justice league is kept safe,” sunghoon explains. “each person has a certain clearance level they request or are approved for. more than anything, it’s so that people in the league or on the team don’t bite off more than what they can chew.”

“for example, superboy has the lowest clearance level - level eight. we trust him with our lives and know that he’s the first person to run headfirst into danger if he felt that was right,” yujin starts and y/n nods slowly, following where yujin was going with her logic.

“but if someone who was that quick to action were to be given higher clearance knowledge, then it would be hard to reestablish which missions are his priority and which aren’t, since he would probably feel they were all important,” y/n continues.

“and while they are all important, some require more planning than brute force. it’s hard to explain that to someone when they’re already extremely emotionally invested in a mission,” sunghoon finishes.

“it’s really more about how emotionally detached someone can get from the mission to ensure that actions are being put in place for the greater good,” y/n summarizes and yujin and sunghoon both shrug.

“that’s one way of thinking about it. it’s like a chain of command, honestly. if something were to happen to me, there needs to be someone who would be next in the chain of command so that the team doesn’t get split into five different directions because five different people think that the team should operate differently,” sunghoon says and y/n nods, leaning backwards into the plushiness of the beanbag chair.

“is it alright that you’re telling me all of this though? i asked because i was curious - but i’m curious about a lot of things. things that are probably less confidential than the inner workings of how an espionage and covert operations team works,” y/n asks, and although her words would set sunghoon on high alert coming from anyone else, he feels strangely understanding when it comes from her.

which had implications that he wasn’t ready to think about just yet.

“well, if you want the truth, there’s two aspects to it: a) it’s in our best interest to be as honest with you as possible so that you can be as honest as possible with us to help us with stopping the light. and b) i’ve been having private conversations with various members of the team about you joining the team - if that’s what you want - and everyone’s on board with the idea,” yujin says, watching y/n’s reaction to this (what she thinks is, at least) bombshell of information. “that’s actually part of what sunghoon and i wanted to talk to you about before the whole canary cry situation.”

“join the team?” y/n repeats slowly, her posture growing more timid as she sinks even further backwards into the chair. sunghoon refrains from reaching forward to comfort her, for fear that he might scare her even more.

“it’s not an obligation and we’d definitely understand if that’s not something that you want. but we figured that we’d present the option to you whenever you’re ready. i think that you’d be a great addition to the team,” sunghoon says gently, his eyes never leaving y/n’s.

“you do? but i don’t have any combat experience; i’d just drag you all down and put you in danger,” y/n murmurs softly, and yujin catches the faint blush on her cheeks as her eyes dart to the floor for a moment’s reprieve from sunghoon’s gaze. cute.

“we all started from somewhere, y/n,” sunghoon reminds her.

“yeah. boy wonder’s the only one out of all of us who came out of the womb fighting,” yujin snorts, punching sunghoon in the shoulder. “and besides, i saw you hold your own in front of icicle and his stupid gang. anyone who can blast that frosty old snowball into a sedan is someone i want on my team.”

y/n smiles softly, her thumb rubbing over her knuckles as she’s lost in thought, weighing her options in front of her almost plainly on her face. sunghoon taps yujin’s knee slightly and the two of them get up from where they were perched on her bed and begin to make their way to the door to leave y/n to her thoughts.

“can i - could i, maybe, watch you guys train tomorrow? soojin said that you guys are training altogether tomorrow and maybe that’ll help me make a decision?” y/n asks and sunghoon’s nodding his head before he even fully processes the question.

“whatever you need, y/n. just be sure to bring an ice pack in case you decide to join the fight,” yujin says with a wink as she walks away. sunghoon rolls his eyes before shaking his head when he see’s y/n’s eyes widened with worry.

“she’s joking. you absolutely don’t need to spar with us to watch, y/n,” sunghoon says softly and he sees some of the tension in her shoulders visibly melt.

“thanks, sunghoon,” she murmurs back, getting up to close the door as sunghoon retreats as well, a small smile on his face.

sunghoon. he liked the way that his name sounded on her lips.

[march 19, 20XX, 9:52 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

y/n winces as superboy crashes to the floor with a resounding thud. jay huffs as he lays on his back for just a moment, the mat sounding out a depressing ‘SUPERBOY - LOSS’ as he stares up at the ceiling.

“i’m getting really tired of getting beat up by people half my size,” jay groans as he accepts yujin’s hand as she hoists him up back onto his feet. 

“to be fair, yujin is pretty much your height,” jake points out, hand deep into a family size bag of chips. he was already well past his first defeat at the hands of his girlfriend and had wisely decided to spend the rest of training with some form of food shoved into his mouth.

“i don’t think that’s gonna make him feel better, kid. and he’s pretty tall,” soojin says but jay just shrugs.

“eh, i’ve only got two or three inches on her but if there’s anything i’ve learned from training with artemis and black canary, it’s that you should never judge a book by its cover. especially a girl. those are books you could read your entire life and never understand,” jay snorts, and soojin and yujin exchange an exasperated look when jake hollers out an ‘amen brother!’.

“i don’t know. i don’t think girls are really all that hard to understand,” sunghoon announces his presence, unwrapping the bandages on his knuckles as he joined the team in the sparring room. he was a boxing aficionado as of late and had taken to doing some boxing training in solitude before training with the rest of the team.

he’d tried to hook soojin and jake on it but soojin had incinerated the boxing gloves and jake had accidentally phased right though the sandbag. needless to say, boxing became more of a sport of solitude after that.

“of course our resident player says that; that’s how he gets all the girls to fall for him,” jake teases and sunghoon just rolls his eyes.

“i’m not a player.”

“says the man who hasn’t dated a woman for longer than three months at a time.” yujin crosses her arms over her chest as though she was daring sunghoon to challenge her statement.

“that doesn’t mean i’m a player.”

“can you count the number of women you’ve dated on all of your appendages?”

“does my tongue count?”

“gross.”

y/n’s eyes dart back and forth between yujin and sunghoon, and sunghoon is almost taken aback to the night before, with artemis and him going back and forth with their usual banter. ah. while the other members of the team knew to just ignore the two of them (or watch, if they wanted some entertainment for the day), y/n probably thought they were genuinely fighting. 

it wasn’t as though she had many friends to banter with and the ‘friends’ that she did have weren’t exactly the bantering type. sunghoon shudders as he tries to imagine vandal savage engaging in harmless banter.

“did you hurt yourself?” y/n says softly, nodding at sunghoon’s bandages that were balled up in his fist. he looks down, eyebrows furrowed before realization strikes him.

“oh no, these aren’t bandages because i’m hurt; these are wraps that boxers wear to keep their fists protected when they’re boxing,” sunghoon says and even jake (who’s usually the most oblivious one of them all) can sense the shift in sunghoon’s tone when addressing y/n. where sunghoon was prone to having a rather stoic first impression, he was soft and gentle when speaking to y/n.

my bet’s that they’re gonna kiss in the next three weeks,jake says through the mind link.

i’m going for four, jay contests. sunghoon tries not to make the indignant feeling bubbling in his chest too obvious on his face.

i wouldn’t put it past sunghoon, but i’m giving the girl two months. i don’t think she really understands how romance works, yujin points out.

she’s watched the notebook. she knows what romance is, soojin disagrees.

“are you guys having a conversation without me in your minds?” y/n asks, glancing between them, and the team belatedly realizes that the room had been silent for too long to be appropriate. especially not with sunghoon looking at the rest of them as though he wanted to throw something sharp and pointy at them.

y/n crosses her arms over her chest and for the first time, sunghoon saw sheer disappointment on her face. the look made his chest tight and for some reason, he really didn’t want to see that look on her face directed towards him ever again. ever. “i really can’t tell if that’s really cool or…really, really rude.”

“sorry, it was something really stupid,” yujin says, trying appease y/n. her expression doesn’t give any leeway, and soojin makes her way over to y/n to nudge her slightly.

“really, it was super stupid. but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t rude. sorry y/n. we’ve grown rusty with welcoming new people when all of us are together since we haven’t had a new member since…well, since yujin,” she explains and y/n finally uncrosses her arms and sighs.

“it’s fine - i mean, i get that you guys have a super important history together and i would never do anything to try and intrude on that,” y/n concedes. 

“look, i’m really sorry,” sunghoon says and y/n’s shoulders melt in the slightest when he does - something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

“it’s okay. now - uh, who do i shoot with a fireball first?”

“i thought you were just watching?”

“what can i say? i’m all fired up.”

“you and i are going to get along just fine.”

“shut up, kid.”

[march 19, 20XX, 10:21 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“break - break! jesus christ, what have they been feeding you in that other dimension?” jake wheezes, pressing a hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. y/n blinks innocently from where she’s standing on the other side of the mat, looking rather unfazed by the whole experience.

“uh, human food, i’m pretty sure. no ovens or refrigerators, remember?” y/n points out and jake blinks, now on the other side of the room, mid-bite as he was scarfing down a 7,000 calorie protein bar made specially for him.

“it was a rhetoric question,” he says in between bites and y/n nods as though she were taking mental note. 

“right. uh - so who am i sparring next?” she says, awkwardly holding her hands out in the same position as she had done so before - effective, if jake’s wheezing is to say anything, but clearly off in practicality and skill.

“how about you spar with me?” sunghoon offers, casting his boxing gloves on the bench. he’d taken a break to watch y/n and see how she would adapt to a sudden situation where she could only rely on instinct rather than her underdeveloped pyretic skills, only to realize just how far behind she was in technical skill.

but if there was anything that her match with jake had indicated, what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for in sheer ability, with her ability to nearly predict what her opponent was going to do - even if said opponent was operating at superhuman speeds.

sunghoon figures that it’s a trauma response developed to sort of predict the behaviors of those around her in such an unpredictable environment. she also had a tendency to rely on her feet instead of her hands, which was a good thing when facing an opponent such as kid flash, who relies on his speed and arm skills and disadvantageous for pretty much everyone else.

“be careful, newbie. sunghoon’s undefeated against all of us except for yujin,” jay warns from where he’s also taking a break next to jake, soojin not far from him.

“i only beat him that one time he broke his leg,” yujin points out, but she’s quickly shushed by jake, who says something along the lines of, “don’t lose your street cred in front of your girlfriend.”

yujin, of course, lobs a sweaty towel at him shortly thereafter, but it was the thought that counted.

“should i be nervous?” y/n asks, and sunghoon shakes his head before stepping into the ring.

“don’t worry - i’m not trying to beat you or anything; i just want to correct a few small mistakes i’ve been seeing,” sunghoon explains gently, watching y/n’s worried expression melt off her face, although her limbs were still stiff with anticipation.

sunghoon steps one foot forward, to which y/n lunges backwards, wary and apprehensive of every move sunghoon made. “i’ m not going to hurt you, y/n.”

y/n nods, but it’s clear that she’s scared witless and sunghoon crosses his hands over each other to form a ‘t’ to indicate a time-out, casually walking forward towards y/n in hopes of making her feel more at ease.

but no sooner does he get within a foot of her does she lunge forward rather brashly, causing sunghoon to stumble backwards and toppling downwards - just barely saving himself by flipping over so that he was in a pushup position.

“get him while he’s down!” he hears yujin cry.

“i can’t believe a noob is about to beat sunghoon!” jake exclaims. 

“oh my god, i can’t watch,” soojin says, her fingers crossed in front of her face with enough space that it was clear her eyes were 100% still watching.

“i might have never been taught how to fight - ” y/n begins, sweeping at sunghoon’s arms so that he would fall. he just barely avoids it by rolling forward, crouched on the balls of his feet as he watches y/n carefully. “ - but i did learn a thing or two about how to stay unsuspicious.”

“i’ll give you that,” sunghoon concedes after standing up, dipping into a gentleman’s bow, twirling out of the way when y/n tries to take the moment to push sunghoon down. “but it’s not enough to take me down.”

“i don’t doubt it,” y/n admits, awkwardly holding her arms out in what it she deemed to be a ‘threatening offense’ as she carefully circled the fight space, mirroring sunghoon’s movements.

“you don’t seem very bogged down by the truth,” he remarks and a catty smile flashes across y/n’s lips before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared.

“you don’t seem to be very discontent in my inability to take you down,” y/n throws back lightly.

“how long are they going to keep doing that?” jay whispers to soojin, who still has her fingers spread across her face, her face strangely tinted pink rather than her usual pale pallor.

“keep flirting or keep fighting?” yujin snorts from the other side of jay, ducking out of reach when soojin leans over to push yujin.

“they’ll hear you!” soojin shushes and jake rolls his eyes with a goodnatured shake of the head.

“the only person who has super hearing is jay and he’s sitting right next to you. i doubt they’re going to be able to hear us from forty feet away,” jake points out and soojin harrumphs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“we don’t know if y/n has super hearing,” soojin reminds the group and the three of them simultaneously face forward to see if y/n was listening to their conversation. either she was an incredible actress or she genuinely couldn’t hear anything because by the time they refocus on the scene in front of them, sunghoon’s warding off another well timed kick and the succeeding side swipe.

but what he doesn’t account for is y/n’s ability to turn around nearly as fast as sunghoon to try and land a punch. and while sunghoon does manage to swat away y/n’s fist, she’s unable to recover as quickly as sunghoon as she loses her balance trying to beat sunghoon. and sunghoon, in his panic to try and shield y/n’s fall, manages to topple downwards with her.

down, down, down until suddenly, every inch of y/n’s body is pressed against his own. from her toes to her - to her lips, pressed against sunghoon’s and although y/n’s powers are pyrokinetics, sunghoon feels as though his entire body has been doused in cold water as he realizes that technically, he is kissing y/n. or honestly, she’s kissing him but somehow the logistics of the situation are lost on sunghoon when he looks into her eyes, wide-eyed and confused. 

have y/n’s eyes always been so…so bright? 

it’s only when jay coughs obnoxiously loudly that he remembers his audience, and it seems that this is an adequate reminder for y/n as well, who rolls off of him rather unceremoniously.

the room is silent, almost painfully so as sunghoon and y/n seemingly process what just happened. 

ardor - win. sunghoon - loss. the mat rings out unhelpfully and y/n looks as though she’s rebooting as she rises to her feet.

“is there any way to correct the system? i - i don’t think i actually won. not with conventional tactics anyway,” she splutters as sunghoon also composes himself enough to get off the floor.

“a win is a win!” jake calls out, wincing when sunghoon shoots him a withering look. this seems to kickstart the rest of the team back to life as jay offers y/n a water bottle and soojin flashes an award-winning smile at her.

“not bad for your first day on the training mat,” yujin says, casually throwing an arm around y/n’s shoulders.

jake, seemingly haven shaken off sunghoon’s nonverbal warning rather quickly, turns to the still somewhat confused man with a shit-eating grin. “you lost. you know what that means, right?”

this catches jay’s attention as well as he appears at the scene of the crime with an equally frightening smirk. “i vaguely recall someone saying that if someone beat him - ”

“ - he’d be their personal servant for a month?” yujin finishes and soojin giggles, quickly trying to hide her grin when sunghoon’s glare transfers from the terrible threes and lands on her instead.

“oh, oh no - i’m so sorry!” y/n exclaims, her face twisted into an expression somewhere in between guilt, shame, confusion, and anxiety. “please don’t regard this as a loss; the…accident from before was completely my fault and that wasn’t an official sparring match so - so that shouldn’t count as a win and you shouldn’t be held to those conditions.”

yujin watches as sunghoon turns to her, his gaze growing soft but somewhat guarded as he shakes his head with a good-natured smile. 

“you won. there is no changing the system. and besides, in the field, one must be prepared for sorts of conditions and trials; it was my own fault that i lost so i must uphold the conditions i proposed,” sunghoon says but the words don’t seem to appease y/n’s mind at all.

soojin seems to notice as she steers y/n towards the exit of the training room.

“y/n, trust me. when it comes to wins from sunghoon, you take them where you can get them,” she says and y/n just nods, which is as much of a concession of her victory as soojin figures she’s gonna get. 

yujin’s left in the training room with sunghoon by the time jake and jay gather their belongings also start to file out the training room (but not before jake smirks at sunghoon, indicating that they were gonna talk later).

“stop thinking so much,” yujin says, arms folded across her chest. sunghoon rolls his eyes before heading over to the bench to pick up his bandages and boxing gear.

“i’m not thinking,” sunghoon says and yujin snorts.

“normally, i’d love to agree with that statement but you’re overthinking and every single one of us can tell. including y/n.” yujin nods to y/n’s receding figure before turning back to sunghoon with an unimpressed look. “it was an accident.”

“i know,” sunghoon says, a little too quickly. “i mean, i know.”

yujin fixes him with a probing look before giving up, shrugging as she also starts to head out of the training room. 

but it seems the surprises for the day are still abundant as y/n bursts into the room, looking more alarmed than yujin’s ever seen her before.

“don’t ask me how i know this but klarion’s back in town,” y/n trembles, eyes full of panic.

“and i think he knows where i am.”

[trashisstillhere]

I was kinda in the mood to doodle again and this time, i decided to doodle Nomi versions of my ninja ocs!

Ft. Nobu/NN, Serenity, Seth and Esther!

Look at these Nomi suckers

Oh. I even got a bit of info of each one-

……

Nomi Nobu/NN

——-

- a hopeless cause… literally.

-unlike the og Nobu who at least still have some hope, this Nobu right here has NONE. Like, all their ‘hope juice’ has COMPLETELY ran out.

- not only do they have no hope for themselves, they also don’t have hope for ANYTHING else.

- you know those types of people that, no matter how happy you feel in a certain good situation, they will always find a way to bring the bright mood down and make you feel like garbage for even thinking and having any hope for such a good day? That’s NomiNobu.

- “hm? What? I have people to save? As the ninja?….tch, why should I? Why me? I’ll just end up making things worse for those people than any good. What’s the point of me being a hero if I will always just be a screw up? It’s hopeless!….none of you should ever had any high hopes for me as the ‘chosen one’ to begin with!”

- Just like NomiRandy, Nomi Nobu wears their hood up, with their gaze even more…dark and gloomy.

…..

Nomi Serenity

——-

- a fucking gremlin. /srs

- no seriously, I mean it. She’s a wild one. Almost like a wild animal. A caveman even.

- now the og Serenity, while she can be quite energetic, still knows when to calm down. This Serenity on the other hand, NEVER STOPS. It’s like she’s in a constant sugar rush but she will never tire out no matter how long she stays this way.

- As mentioned in her ref, Og Serenity is obsessed with collecting shiny things. There’s one thing I didn’t mention at that part, that is that it can cause her to be kinda greedy… there’s times she might even take one type of shiny thing that actually belongs to someone else but doesn’t realise it until later on. Once she does, she quickly gets ashamed and apologies….

- but Nomi Serenity? She’s the complete opposite. Instead of just being kind and giving it back, she would just immediately run off with it. Oh it was yours? Too bad! Shouldn’t have lost it in the first place! Finders keepers! She wants it, she got it, she wants it, she got it-

- This gal’s words are almost literal gibberish. Whenever she lets out any single word, you would barely be able to understand her. Remember when I said she’s a fucking gremlin?… yeah, I was serious about that. Shouldn’t have ignored that /srs tone tag buddy. /j

- “Geeeeeee!!! Hehehehehe!!! Hahahahaha!!! ooo!! Shiiiiannnyyy!!! Gimma!! Gimma!!!”

- Nomi Serenity doesn’t have the beanie on like the og does, her hair is also extra messy too along with her expressions always looking so damn wild, her pupils almost wide and everything.

……

Nomi Seth

———

- while og Seth still has at least some empathy, this one does not.

- just like the original, he’s a troublemaker but takes things WAY too far with his pranks. Cruel pranks that can either cause injuries psychically or emotionally. Oh? You’re crying? It’s because of the prank? It wasn’t funny? I guess you just don’t have a sense of humor!

- he’s also even more socially distant. To an unhealthy amount. Barely gets near any single person. Gets stubborn if forced to.

- basically, this guy is just an mega asshole, also an actual stubborn lone ‘wolf’ but even worse. At least og Seth still genuinely cares for his close ones!

- “hehehe…funny…. Look at you, sobbing so much already!.. what a sensitive crybaby you are!”

- doesn’t look so different from the og Seth except for the mean look. (Plus I still haven’t done a normal civilian look for him yet, FU-)

….

Nomi Esther (both ‘corrupted’ and normal) (hell yeah I’m doing both his current crazy self and his old normal self for this)

———-

- let’s start with the current crazy Esther first….hoooh boy. You thought og crazy Esther was bad? Just wait till you see the Nomi version right now!

- og Esther, even now with being like the way he is due to those crystals/diamonds stuck in his back, he still has the heart of a hero. The only good part of him left that still truly wanted to help and save people like he was always supposed to but unfortunately would end up causing too much damage with his actions…..

- but Nomi Esther? Oh no. Oh hell no. This guy no longer has the ‘heart of a hero’. All that only goodness left of the og Esther? GONE. This guy is just a literal killing machine. This guy is INSANE. OUT OF HIS DAMN MIND.

- he will even try to his powers way extra more then the og, like a unhealthy addiction.

- If you ever encounter him. RUN. JUST RUN AND DONT LOOK BACK-

- “HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! FEEL MY POOOOWEEER!!! FEEEAAR ME!!!!! DIEEEEE!!!”

- Nomi Esther crazy version, instead of just having the ninja mask fully up like the og, wears it like on the side of his face in such a weird way. Like, boy, what in the world are you doing??? Oh and his ninja suit is getting even more effected by the crystals due to how much more power he uses then the og…even his skin…

- ———

- now for the normal version Nomi Esther. The complete opposite.

- og past normal Esther is a very shy introvert… this guy is that but cranked up to MAX LEVEL. Oh? Shy introvert is evolving…. *cue Pokémon evolution music*….. congratulations! Your shy introvert evolved into anxious mess!

- this poor guy can’t even look anyone in the eye. If he does ever make a single, even just a little tiny bit eye contact, he will immediately freak out and cover his entire face, maybe even curl up into a ball on the floor/ground.

- is constantly shivering 24/7, no matter if it’s not cold out at all.

- “G-gah!!! Eek!! D-don’t look at me!! I-I’m not doing a-anything!! I’m sorry!! IM SORRY!!!”

- Nomi Esther normal version has his hair down kinda similar to the crazy one but slightly messy.

——-

And that’s pretty much it lol-

[transmascbive]

GREETINGS!

my name(s) are bive, kris, and casper!!! (im so gonna make more names bc im stupid)

previous username was squidpaw

im just repurposing this account since i made it when i was 11 or 12 😭

ABOUT ME

transmasc nonbinary, aroace (cupioromantic aegosexual) polyamorous omnisexual (and kinda objectum)

wolf, bernese mountain dog, borzoi, and snow leopard otherkin

bive, dynamite, razor, barry ill, sly ill, preboot uni cornelius, isaac (tboi), cream (cometcare), dragonscale, asa (csm), and fuzz (jaarp) irl, please do not reality check me /srs

black neurodivergent artist (autism, add, adhd, ptsd, schizospec, ied)

currently working on a webcomic with my wife ( @objectfreakshow )

my favorite music genres are DnB, nu metal, and furry music

i used to be a thread moderator for a fandom site (funkipedia)

my f/os are denji, broly, sol badguy, and AM. i don’t share lols

@ambermoment and @thehammerhead ARE MY PARTNERS!!!!! check them out please

⚠️🐾 DISCLAIMER: i have very bad memory and i tend to lash out when i don’t understand something and i have a very bad temper. i do not mean to lash out whenever possible. if i do not remember you or something i/you/someone did, please feel free to remind me. 🐾⚠️

I ALSO DRAW GORE, UNSETTLING THEMES, NON SEXUAL NUDITY, PLEASE BLOCK MY SUGGESTIVE TAG TO NOT SEE THAT.

TAGS

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#bivecomfort - comfort posts/reblogs

INTERACTION

interact if you:

🐾 - are a furry/therian/otherkin etc

🐾 - like ultrakill, athf, htf, south park, object shows, oneyplays, fnaf, fnf, newgrounds, regretevator, mlp, pikmin, postal, guilty gear, anime, and tboi!!

🐾 - 16+ (my account is kind of suggestive so yeah)

🐾 - lgbtq+ (i love gay people /silly) or are an ally of sorts

please don’t interact if you are:

🦴 - other fictives/irl/kins of my irls (this is just for comfort and safety!) (fictives okay once we talk more/already friends)

🌙 - spive/oc x bive shipper (non platonic)

🦴 - exclusionists/discourse people

🌙 - i know you irl/you know me irl (UNLESS I LET U FOLLOW ME)

🦴 - minors dni blogs

🌙 - darkshippers (YOURE ICKY SCARY!!!)

🦴 - terfs, radfems, transmeds, etc dni i love my trans wife and husbandwife too. suck my clit and balls

🌙 - kittycorn supporters/harassers

🦴 - pro-contact paraphiles/anti recovery people

[xoshepard]

And 33, 35, 37 and 39 for Orion!!

oooh thank you!!! i love your shepards and your art by the way!!! <33

33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?

he enjoys sketching buildings/cityscapes, especially when he gets to visit the citadel or other species' homeworlds. he was a spacer, so even earth is fascinating to him. it always surprises people to see how detailed and accurate his drawings are.

35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

i assume this means in canon i.e. virmire/suicide mission? he chose kaidan on virmire because of rank, but he takes ash's loss extremely hard because he feels like he robbed her of her chance to redeem her family. he struggles with her death for a long time, because he knows the pressure of being part of an alliance family.

37. Got any bad habits?

haven't thought much about this but i'm thinking avoidant behavior and a past history of nail-biting dskjfhsdjk

39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?

not at first but after the sr-1 gets destroyed he keeps his old dog tags to keep him connected to the alliance while he works with cerberus (he was a sole survivor so me2 is like rock bottom for him) and to remind him that just because he's survived some scrapes with death, it doesn't mean he always will

18. Who’s the dream team? Which companions does Shepard fight best with and why?

for audrey, people that can get up into the fray while she hangs back and snipes/gives orders are the best. she usually takes one biotic and one high-damage squadmate, so like wrex and liara would have been a good team for her in me1

28. What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling no matter the person or place

hyperfixations: when she gets starts on a jewelry/sculpting project she can get very consumed by it. when she gets materials for tinkering she tends to keep to her cabin until she's made something. for the second part, she doesn't laugh a lot unless she's comfortable with the people around, but on the other hand it's really easy to make her laugh if she is comfortable with you. she likes her squadmates' senses of humor.

38. Does Shepard do any activities with the companions and crew during downtime?

it depends. she's more introverted, but she tries to organize gatherings so that her team can do teambuilding and she understands how important it is for the squad and crew to see her face and interact directly with her. it does make her tired, though, so she needs to decompress after

48. What abilities do they rely on the most in a fight?

she relies heavily on her sniper rifle and tactical cloak

5. How well does Shepard know their crew? Not just the companions, but the folks making up the Normandy

she knows everyone pretty well bc she's personable and outgoing. some people take a while to warm up to her because of her history and she's very unrefined, especially for an officer, but most people eventually see that she's loyal and cares about them, even if they don't always agree with her demeanor or choices

15. What colors does Shepard prefer for their armor?

black and red, classic

25. How emotionally articulate is your Shepard? Do they emote well?

evanna is not the great at expressing emotions that aren't anger or joy. anything more complex than those two will usually see them at the bar

35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

they sacrificed kaidan on virmire, but at the end of the day that sacrifice is kinda overshadowed by her history on earth, where she was forced to kill her own teammates. she carries kaidan's death with her, but she doesn't really blame herself so much as she wishes it didn't have to be that way and kinda like. blames fate/god/the universe.

[ch0cocrave]

(on anon cuz im ranting abt tadc LOL- you know me irl from school and i have the V plush yayayyaa)

anyways ewww a frickin proshipper interacted with my tadc post and they had literally the most uncomfortable tadc ships (imo) on their blog :[

they also had cyn x n and just -sigh-

i check every blog that interacts with me and its been fine until i ran into this person LOL-

why do i do this to myself 😔

it gave me an extra reminder to not post more tadc content in the future 🫶🫶

(ok but crazy how uncomfortable the tadc fandom makes me sometimes LMAOO)

(also the ships in question were jax x pomni (there is no chemistry between them??? the ship just feels weirrd), jax x gangle (ok why is this a thing, jax fucks with gangle so bad, and no its not because he "likes her", its because he's literally an asshole, there is no "good side" in him), and jax x ragatha (idc if people ship this, i would understand why, but just their relationship in my own story makes me dislike it. its just blegh, personally dont like it, but i dont hate anyone for shipping it))

BTW! forgor to mention- ur free to tag me in specifically loo or gummigoo posts (or the fudge monster or max and chad or anyone else from candy canyon kingdom) cuz i havent seen anything bad of them (yet..) so yeah >:] have fun w/ that

also irrelevant but holy hell the trip to the jail was SO FUN, my dad sent a picture of us in one of the cells and i was just all smiles lol

u certainly helped make the trip memorable, i seriously havent had a friend as great as you in years /srs (and istg there was not a MOMENT i thought u were being awkward, i just had a TON of fun <33 )

ok bye sorry for rant, i just dont wanna draw or sleep lol

Proshippers should just climb into that dirty hole they dug themselves into and just STAY there. Nobody wants them. Nobody cares about them, and what kinda mindset do they have in the first place to even come up with that stuff and think its okay. ( AND CYN x N???? T^T COME ON THAT'S SOME SWEET HOME ALABAMA TYPE SHIT )

Those people are gonna grow up to be pedos ISTG-

And the whole TADC fandom in general is just WEIRD... ugghhhh just why can't people just enjoy a show without shipping everyone and EVERYTHING <:[... ( the most anyone would be is like good friends or smth bro )

Also heheheh happy I made the trip fun :]]] always makes me happy to hear that stuff lmao

[googledetective]

Hey sorry if this sounds like I’m a prude, but can you tag anything involving sewerslide? I’m really sensitive to the topic and rather not see anything related to the topic.

And again sorry if this sounds like I’m being a Karen or something, but yeah. I just want anything the involves jokes (Or anything srs) about the topic to not be on my page.

And don’t feel bad btw.

My humor is kinda out there and I didn’t even think it would effect others, that’s my bad. I likely won’t make jokes like that from now on as I see how that can harm others (I attempted in the past so I know), but if I do mention smth like that wether it be for like a theory post or smth, I’ll tag. I’m sorry if I triggered you and I hope you’re doing okay 🫶

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: a tag which says #lost custody of my ocs in court]

[A DM which says "Hello! I have been following your tweets for the past two days, and have come to the conclusion you do not deserve to have Raymond on your island. He is my comfort character and seeing him in an environment not meant for him brings me anxiety, so I will be expecting a reply to this DM when you have him in boxes and ready to relinquish him to someone who will treasure him like he deserves."]

[A compilation of screenshots. The first is a conversation between the owner of an OC and someone who has a clown emoji obscuring their profile pic. The conversation says: Clown: Yeah Actually. Kito is your fursona right? Owner: Yeah one of them. Clown: You have more then one? Owner: uhhh yeah? Clown: Well could you only get nsfw on your other sonas then? Not kito 👉🏻👈🏻 Owner: Excuse me? I'm not sure I'm understanding you correctly. Owner: are you asking me to STOP getting porm of kita? Clown: You don't have to get mad Clown: But yes Owner: ?????? Clown: I see kito as my comfort character and I don't want to see him in those kinds of situations

The second image in the compilation is two DMs which say "hey, could you stop posting ashe? my friend ships herself with ashe and when she found your account she literally cried on facetime:/ please do me a favor and either private yourself or stop posting ashe, you're being insensitive "she feels like ashe is cheating on her so please archive your posts and delete your highlights. if you want to keep posting him post it privately".

The third is the second image in this chain, a DM which says "Hello! I have been following your tweets for the past two days, and have come to the conclusion you do not deserve to have Raymond on your island. He is my comfort character and seeing him in an environment not meant for him brings me anxiety, so I will be expecting a reply to this DM when you have him in boxes and ready to relinquish him to someone who will treasure him like he deserves.

The fourth image is a DM which says "Hi! I recently noticed that Kaeya's voiceactor follows you and Im confused because he doesn't follow other fans and you're also just a fan and I find that very unfair to other genshin impact players. Kaeya is my favourite character and I wanted to ask if you can soft block him, it would only be fair to the others".

The fifth is two DMs which say "Literally I fucking hate you and I hope you (capitalized) kill yourself (Still capitalized) you dont deserve Kazuha Isabed since fecbuary and I didnt get him"

The sixth is a DM which says "Hey so I'm a newer Vtuber and I love your Gura sketch! But you said that you normally do digital art so can I post that Gura sketch and claim it as mine? You already do digital art so you don't need to be posting paper art too. That's just too much talent hogging and your being selfish for also doing art on paper. Help out a small Vtuber and let me gain some fame. I love Gura more than you anyway"

The final is a DM which says "hi! sorry for dming you but after much needed consideration, can i please have your north america account? you have an asia account already so there's no reason to have two accounts. also xiao, klee and hu tao are on your account and they are my comfort characters, so i think i deserve it more than you... i'm expecting a reply from you, i hope you know you keeping two accounts is extremely embarrassing and other people should feel the pleasure of owning accounts with more five stars /srs".]

[Three screenshots of a discord conversation in a server between "trixie | tax evasion and murder", referred to as Trixie, and "Empress Senkora", referred to as Empress. They say: Empress: well mind removing the trixie part of ure name? Trixie: what Trixie: you mean. my goddamn NAME, Empress: i kinda have really bad memories about someone named trixie Trixie: dude it's my name like i'm really sorry but my name is trixie Trixie: it's not a nickname it's just. trixie Empress: well we can give u a nickname that's less triggering for me Trixie: you're asking me to change my name beca bothers you

[Second image: Charlie: Trixie is their name. They don't need to change it. I'm sorry that it's triggering for you, but it's their name. Trixie: like i'm deeply sorry that it's distressing for you but i'm not changing my name Empress: yes well not change ure name just change the nickname u have here Empress: when i dm u ure name is goldenzingy Trixie: because my name =/= my username?? Charlie: Yeah Trixie: but i'd like to be called by my name??? Trixie: like it's kind of rude to ask someone to change their name for you]

[Third image: Empress: if it's triggering u it's not Empress: then it would be rude for a lot of things to ask Empress: im ending it here though cant be in this chat Trixie (this message has one☝️reaction): i understand where you're coming from and it's fair to ask for someone to avoid your triggers, but you are quite literally asking me to change my name for you]

[A private message titled "Regarding Twilight Sparkle" from a user with their name censored, sent to "kevinsano". The message says:

Dear Kevinsano, This may the be the strangest message you'll ever receive but I do hope you'll take the time to read it and consider what I have to say. To put it simply, I would really appreciate it if the next time your birthday comes around you would request that your clop artist friends (who like to give you sexually oriented pony art as gifts) draw some pony other than Twilight Sparkle for you.

The reason I ask this is that Twilight is my fiance, and we're planning on getting married next June or July should everything go as planned financially speaking. And yes, I have actually found a wedding chapel that will let me marry someone that most people would consider a fictional character. Now before you go thinking "This guy is either completely crazy or just screwing with me." please hear me out on this.

You see, I'm totally head over heels in love with Twilight Sparkle. I have been for about 11 months now and at this point I'm in a committed relationship with my Twiley. By that I mean I don't date anyone else, I don't sleep with anyone else, and I have zero interest in having any kind of relationship with anyone other than the mare I adore. I love her with all my heart and I'm 100% committed to that love. To express my love in a real tangible way I have a beautiful hand made custom Twilight Sparkle plushie that I can hug, kiss, cuddle up in bed to go to sleep with at night, and take out on the town to do all the fun things together that normal couples do. I take her out to eat at nice vegetarian restaurants, we go shopping together, I take her out for coffee, we do social activities together like hanging out with friends, seeing movies, etc.

And I talk about her as if she is Twilight, because to me she very much is. When I look at her I see Twilight Sparkle. When I talk with her I'm talking to Twilight. When I hold her in my arms and kiss her there are no doubts in my mind that it's the mare I love who's lips are pressed against mine. And every morning when I open my eyes and see her head on the pillow next to mine, with her gorgeous violet eyes staring back at me, I can't help but wonder how I ever got to be so lucky as to have a partner as smart, funny, beautiful, and all around wonderful as her.

All my friends and the people who know me well say that my love is a thing of beauty and quite admirable, but from the outside perspective of someone who doesn't know me you're probably going "Wow. That's pretty damn crazy." and wondering why I don't just go get a real girlfriend. The truth is I've had plenty of real relationships and sexual partners in the 27 years I've been around. A few short relationships, one that lasted 7 years, and a total of 6 different sexual partners. So my love for Twilight isn't out of a lack of real world intimacy or relationships, I just fell in love with her and my heart didn't give me much of a choice in the matter. But you know what? I'm totally happy with my love and my relationship. It may seem weird to you, but it fills me with joy every single day of my life and I've never been happier. So what if it's weird? If it makes me happy and it doesn't hurt anyone then where's the problem? I don't think there is one, and anyone who knows me well will tell you the same.

Now your probably wondering why I'm telling you all this and how it concerns you. To you I'm sure Twilight Sparkle is just a cartoon character you think is really hot, so I imagine you wouldn't think anything of having your friends draw sexually explicit art of her as birthday gifts for you. And hey, I think she's really attractive too so I get where you're coming from there. I often go on e621.net and Rule34.Paheal to see what new erotic art people have drawn of her. But to me she's more than a cartoon character who's sexually attractive, she's my fiance who I love with all my heart and soon to be my wife. So it's been bothering me lately every time I go on those sites and see a dozen or so pieces of art people have drawn depicting my girl in various sexual situations with the same person over and over, and that person happens to be you.

Don't get me wrong here though, this isn't a jealousy thing. I'm very secure in my relationship. I know without question that Twilight is just as faithful to me as I am to her, she's actually sitting on the couch next to me reading while I type this. She's very real to me and I know she's not sneaking out in the middle of the night to go have kinky sex with some famous artist. And I do respect your talent as an artist and an artist's creative freedom to draw whatever they want, that's cool. What bothers me is that in all these birthday images you've been getting Twilight is always depicted as if she was your sexual plaything, drawn wearing a collar with your name on it or with a speech bubble saying something that would somehow suggest she was your property. And I know quite well that Twilight Sparkle is not your plaything nor your property, she's my fiance. So that bugs me a bit. What I find really loathsome though is your pension for degrading my partner in both your art and the fan art you've been receiving lately. Twiley is a sweet and fairly vanilla little mare who I treat with the utmost love and respect, and she definitely does not deserve to be portrayed as some kind of sexual slave who likes being dressed up in sleazy attire, wearing a collar, getting sodomized, and having her face ejaculated on. She's not into that kinda stuff and the fact that there's someone out there in the world such as yourself who would desire to treat Twilight that way, and have his friends support and validate his desires to demean and mistreat my partner by drawing pictures of him doing so, really does bother me. I don't take any issue with people having kinky sex as long as both parties consent to it and enjoy it, but I know quite well that my Twiley has no desire whatsoever to be treated like that.

So next year, when your birthday comes around, keep in mind that Twilight Sparkle isn't just a lifeless cartoon character to objectified for your sexual gratification. She's the partner of someone who loves her very much, and by that time their wife. So both myself and Twiley would greatly appreciate it if you'd pick someone else to request erotic art of for your birthday. Based on the very large amount of different ponies you draw art of I imagine there has to be many other ponies you find sexually attractive. I assume you'll probably just dismiss this message as the ramblings of a crazy person and likely ignore it, but if by some chance you do take what I've had to say to heart, well... we'd appreciate it. Regards]

[A message by BlueFirePony88 which says "All you despicable artists I blocked, there is an obvious reason. I hate Pony Life, Discord, Fluttercord, Sparity, FlutterDash, any other character shipped with Fluttershy except my own OC, alicorn OCs except my own, SonicDash, Flurry Heart, Princess C..."]

[An AO3 comment by ">:3c" on the fic "We Are So (Not) Married:", which says "You know, I shouls've enjoyed this, because its content of my fave, Aizawa, but now I'm just mad. Don't gemme wrong, I LOVE Mic, but seeing him interact so romantically with Aizawa...made my blood boil!! I honestly feel like this would have worked MUCH better with an aizawa x fem!reader. Fake marriage tropes are lit but having it be with Mic is unrealistic? Because Aizawa's straight (I know i date him regularly >//<) Just imagine it!! Aizawa's worried for reader-chan, ans when he tells her he loves her the staff thinks they're married and she gets to meet All Might and Mic can even be there!! Then everyone is happy. :) Sorry, I'm just so disappointed in this fic. Aizawa isn't ace or gay, he's straight lol".]

[A tumblr post by ssaaya which says "Fuck you Andrew Hussie, fuck you.

I don't give a fuck if its yours, (capitalized) stop fucking with my favorite characters (end capitalization). If you don't want fans to get pissed about you doing something they don't like, you should have (capitalized) kept the god damn story to yourself (end capitalization)! Its not your fucking cow if you put it on show for the world to see, you can put your name on it claim it, but its not yours any (capitalized) fucking (end capitalization) more.

#(capitalized) fuck you! #If I didn't believe in the three fold rule I'd wish bad things upon you

A reblog by fritzier says "for serious no offense but wow bro...it's his story but he's not doing".]

[A public post, possibly on Facebook, by Springbear452 which says "Treat your character as if it were a real person. You don't give away or trade people. You don't sell people for points. You don't create people as a joke. You treat them with respect and make them beautiful beings made to live in your society.

Making a joke "oc" is called Character abuse. The act of character abuse is when you create a character just for the purpose of selling or making a joke. It's a form of mental abuse on them. Let your character be themselves instead of keeping them trapped in the mindset that they're only useful for points or some sick joke."]

[A Twitter DM which says "1 aizawa-san is not gay and i think it is really harmful that yuo spread stereotypes of characters just to force a sexuality that doesnt belong to them on them 2 this reminds me of another fanfic from the rwby fandom that is qrow x ironwood (once again, forcing gayness on straighties, but i love qrow) and i think you just copy- pasted the whole fic and replace the names!!!!!! 3 kirishima IS gay because he likes the tough guys but bakugou ISN'T!!! you must stop forcing your ideas on this!!

"Also do you know if another yamaizawa shippers have twitters i can talk to🙃"]

[A private message which says "I'm tired of people claiming to be Bowser's husband (ironic to what I've been saying). I have a genuine connection to Bowser both mind and heart. Others do it for social media (not you particularly). I have a love for Bowser that I've never felt before and he needs to know how it feel (as corny as it sounds). But these people here are trying to get at him through their "sensitive content" and page descriptions claiming to be Bowser's lover/husband/ wife. With someone that holds Bowser close to him, it's hard to watch and it pains me so much. Even people with larger collections get me down. And all of this started by accident just by following someone's Twitter link to see what it was like. It turns out this is a whole new game."]

[Text on a grey background, likely a message, which says "Heya! I have a suggestion! Or more of an idea. It would be for like, another "Draw the person above you" game. But it would be for professional experienced artists. Qualifications to play the game would be something like - 5 or more years of professional experience in the industry - Spends 4 or more hours per art piece - At least 17 years of age or over - Professional industry understanding of basic anatomy and rendering And players would have to get approved by staff with an added roll to enter the game. They could submit a professional portfolio or just a few images showing their art skill to get approved.

(I understand This may be a bit high maintenance) but I think it would greatly encourage more experienced artists if they could trade in the game directly with mutuals for higher quality art? And it would challenge them to put forth more effort if they knew they where being gifted art around their experience level."]

[An anonymous tumblr ask which says "Listen, I've literally had it with this blog like for fucks sake you can't just claim all of the organization members for yourself. Vexen is my favorite comfort character and you DO not write him correctly. You complete miss his characterization and he would be insulted to see the way that you write him. You need to stop writing him AND zexion for that matter."]

[A private message titled "Immediately change your character's gender". The message says "I have been a loyal follower of your page for almost a year, and have been under the impression that your character, specifically the rabbit, was a female. However, recent revelations have forced me to come into the open and make this account to commune with you. Witness my account, upon seeing the gifts you have purchased for your boyfriend (an imperial pox on ones self for not reading context, like with Mandy!) I realised that you were a homophile, which would in turn mean that your rabbit character is a male.

I am incredibly displeased at this fact. Firstmost, Vore is generally known as a female-exclusive power. Female predators make up a large amount of all predator characters, thus my asumption. Secondly, I have spent a grand time using your images for the sake of oneristic practises, and I am feeling EXTRAORDINARY shame for having practised onerism not only to someone of my male gender, but also to the art of a homophile.

Thirdmost, your character and yourself is known in my view now, as an outlier, something strange that must be corrected with imperative.

Therefore I am commanding you to change the gender of your character to female. I realise this command is one that you, as a homophile, with limited reasoning skills, may not understand. Therefore, I shall present my reasons as to why you should do this.

First, it shall put one of your most loyal watchers' fears, doubts and turning-night-terrors to absolute rest. Secondly, your works would get significantly more views, as the audience for homophile, and male predators is exceedingly dim-and-tiny.

Thirdly, it would help to establish vore as a female-exclusive power to your watchers, many of whom I now suspect to be nothing more than homophile, communist infiltrators. This would turn tides not only in the fandom, but in the world, as more people turn to the right side. The right side.

Consider my petition wisely, lagomorph. I have an exceedingly sharp wit, and if you do not take this request lightly, then I shall be forced to debate you on this matter.

And believe me, you do NOT want to debate me. I am unparalled in intellect, reasoning and wit, and have not been mind-changed on a point once, either by my kin or by people of the communist side. Tick-Tock."]

not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead

Making a comment to get this to post.

[softmeetscreatureplz]

If you ever wanna yap in my DMs instead of publicly please do /srs it's really nice to look at when I need a distraction or want to obsess over my cool moots.

My day ended up being really good! Which is unusual for me, and a really nice change of pace. No serious panic attacks, no major pain spikes, no serious food issues, no fights, no severe dissociation problems... so I'm really happy about that. Pain is still there, but compared to lately today is less bad. Spoons are kinda low but I don't mind. Also!! Having my hair braided is wonderful and we are looking into this being a full time thing for me so that I don't pull my hair out (it keeps me from being able to do that)!

Are there any new stardew valley escapades with you? I saw you reblogged some death note stuff... is there anything you know about that I could know to impress my boyfriend who is absolutely obsessed with it? I'm going to Meow in your inbox now thank you for existing

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow <3333

I hope things get better for you soon. Your mom sounds like a real piece of work (/neg). You say she acts like she never matured past 16- when did she have her first kid? (Asking because my mau has a theory that parents stop maturing when they have their first kid and more data is always useful)

My apologies if I seem weird right now in any capacity. I'm high.

~ 🪼

Fhdjdks' ill keep that in mind!!! Like I said tho, I'm still not 1000% sure which acc u are, and also i am. Never sure what to say when its in private 4 dms stuff but if I find the urge I will 10000% let u knwwww!! Also feel free to scroll thru any of my tags if ubwanna see me yapping, most of that stuff is set up there! :3

Yayyyy- that's amazing!!! I'm really happy for you !!! Having a good day is always a win <3. And that's so fun!!!! Always wanted to learn how to braid hair but never really learned how lol,, plus I get way too nitpicky w/ my own sadly. (Can barely even stand having it in a ponytail atp since that happens,, sigh. TvT)

Not yet! Haven't had much time to play sadly- it's finally winter tho!! I have cows now which is fun, and I finally got my first cut scene with the monster guy from the sewers!! Currently trying to figure out how to find him tho. Also managed to get enough friendship points w/ Linus that I now got free fish bate recipe which,, is very good bcs as of right now I've only managed to successfully pull a fish up once. Sadly.

Ooooo- I don't knw too much abt it past fandom things tbh,, most of my knowledge comes from a brief two week dip in- i started watching and didn't finish. Uhhh, I do know there's a bit where I think one of them- i think L?? Offers to wash lights feet which is a symbolism thing for the betrayal light commits when he finally kills L after regaining his memories and all that, cause it's a callback sorta thing to Bible where Jesus washes judas's feet for some bit?? Saw a post abt that awhile ago that was insanely good nd detailef but i didnt get to that part so idk for sure. Also ryuk is jilarous.

Dhdjejerjejsk- yayyyyy,,, thank you?!? <3. Meowing backkk,,, meow meow meow meow meowwwww!! (Fun fact. I can do very realistic meowing irl actually,, thanks to previously having a very loud kitty whom I adored.)

Aaa,, thnx. Yeeeah. I- she's gotten,, better. Ig. But, things areee a work in progress. Pretty sure if u scroll down into the enea rambles or a vent tag enough there is. A lot abt her (only recently made the charlies mushroom corner one, tho i don't remember what I used before TvT,, I did use tw vent for a bit lol) buttt I'm trying to ignore it as best I can. Only a few more years. Hopefully.!! Worst case scenario she kicks me out when I'm 18 like shes sometimes threatened nd I go love w/ my dad lol.

Ahhh- not totally sure?? I'm the first kid tho,, it's only me nd my little brother. Mmmm,, i think around 24?? Somewhere around there. (I wouldn't be surprised to be honest. And I don't mind providing more data ! :3)

Ah- dw abt it!! U don't seem very weird at all. Just more talkative, which is always fun!!!! :]

[peachypuppykit]

real vent, need advice

⚠️Tw for mentions of Petplay⚠️

Its so late at night but this has been eating me alive for a couple days and I can't sleep. I really need some reassurance or advice /srs

So I tried to join a discord because I feel a closer group to interact with while regressed would help a lot with being more comfortable and having a positive experience. I was asked some questions and I think I answered pretty well till they asked about ageplay and petplay. I said I do not like ageplay AT ALL (think it's nasty). For pet play I said it's something I've kinda looked at in the past and am generally neutral on it, specifying that it's NOT something I engage in and know it is to be kept VERY VERY far away from regression space as it's very different.

I was denied access for my explanation. I'm not hating on them at all! They're allowed their boundaries and I'm not judging them (also why I'm not stating the server). But now I just feel like I'm gross and bad for this? Like because it's something I don't mind as long as it's kept far away from regression, that makes me gross. I feel bad for interacting with the community now, like I'm not supposed to be here because of it?

Ive even felt to bad to regress because that response pops into my head when I even THINK about regression and it's starting to make me sick to my stomach and I'm so scared cause I have no one to ask about this. I feel so alone. Is this a situation where I just have to leave the community or what?

I can't even tag it im too scared of what people may say. I just wanted to find a safe space but now I might not be able too and I hate myself for it.

Im sorry, if anyone can offer any support or advice, I really need it cause now I just wanna delete my account and cry