#I have like personal experience with how hard this is

[serenity-loves-red]

IT STARTED WITH THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM

Cat distribution system featuring Phainon.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.(Current) Part 5. Part 6.

In which• The Deliverer of Amphoreus is suddenly transported to your home as a cat.

It’s been almost a month since Phainon had been your cat. So far, his feline life has been nothing but a breeze. If you ask him about his thoughts about living as a cat, he would say it isn’t that bad.

But for the love of Kephale, kindle change his name or he’ll cry. Please. *sad cat noises*

He was fed when he’s hungry, you give him cuddles and pets that at this point he may justify that he is touch starved (it’s is favorite thing to be honest, specially if you rub the back of his ears and chin, ah heaven), he can even feel how to be truly carefree (no responsibilities and prophecy) and then there’s you.

Frankly speaking, back in Amphoreus, no matter how carefree we opted to be, his fellow Chrysos Heirs knew he isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Beneath his carefree facade lays a dormant man of revenge.

He was revered as the Deliverer, the Symbol of Hope and the future Leader of the Flame Chase journey, roles that were forcefully given to him after the destruction of his village. The expectations that became responsibilities and responsibilities turned into burdens, Phainon had been carrying them since he was named as a Chrysos Heir.

He was to become a hero destined to save the world and yet he only longed for life to be at peace.

Maybe this is why he now felt reluctant to leave. He may have a prophecy waiting, but after having to experience this life once more, a surreal dream he wished to never wake up.

It’s really hard to leave this life he had with you. A simple and peaceful life he had longed for. But if he really has to choose between being a cat or hero, he would rather choose to be a cat and stay with you. And if it comes to worse, maybe he’ll just bring you with him. Maybe this time around you’ll be the cat.

With these thoughts in mind, he ventured outside your house, leaving an hour earlier than he used to, hoping that when he returns, he would have a clearer mind. After all, he’s not the type of person who likes to think hard and deep, lest he got lost in thoughts once more.

Get some fresh air, clear his mind and go home.

That was the plan. Foolproof. No detours, buts or ifs.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a fluffy dog brawling against 3 dogs that are way larger than itself on his way home.

He hasn’t seen that dog before. It doesn’t look like a stray either and was rather clean and well groomed, on contrast from what he’ve normally seen from the strays in the neighborhood.

As much as he wanted to help, Phainon isn’t like an ordinary looking cat. He looks majestic, ok? Can’t you see this fur? He and you spent hours grooming it!

So he decided to leave it alone. Unlike before where he can fight easily, this current form isn’t that suitable. Yes, he maybe can fight, after all, he still has claws, but he doesn’t want to worry or implicate you.

He was supposed to leave but he never expected that he could understand the fluffy doggie. Unlike the normal barks or meows from the dogs and cats he’ve met, what he heard just now was a full understandable human sentence.

“HKS. Where am I?! Answer me you mutts!” Shouted by the only Prince he could think of.

No doubt about it. Change of plans then. He still has a Prince to rescue. Pity to think he’ll have to go home late. But alas, Mydei must’ve been confused from the sudden events.

Cue: *high pitched barks from our angry pomeranian*

[stlllle]

Nam-gyu (Player 124) - Ultimate NSFW ABC (Toxic, Rough, and Morally Wrong Edition)

Note:I hate him. I don’t even like him. But he’s so hot. Send help.

I’ll see y’all in therapy.

Don’t look at me.

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Tell me your Nam-gyu delusions in the replies

Masterlist –[link]

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A = Aftercare

Absolutely none.

Nam-gyu doesn’t know what aftercare is and honestly… he doesn’t care.

The second he’s done, he’ll pull out, zip up his pants, light a cigarette and leave you there.

If you’re crying? He’ll smirk, tilt his head and go:

“Really? Crying? I didn’t even go that hard on you.”

If he’s in a weirdly “nice” mood (which is rare as hell), he’ll toss a water bottle at you or throw you a towel… but mostly so you don’t whine later.

Affection? In this economy? Not from him.

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B = Body Part

Your throat and your mouth.

Nam-gyu has a huge obsession with seeing you gag on him.

He loves the feeling of your throat tightening when he pushes deep.

Holding your head in place, looking down at you like you’re nothing but a toy for him.

If your eyes water?

Perfect.

If you choke?

“Look at you… taking it like the filthy little thing you are.”

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C = Cum

Ego-fueled.

His favorite thing is to cum on your face, in your mouth, or deep inside you without warning.

Watching you struggle to swallow it down?

That’s his version of bliss.

And if you try to spit it out?

He’ll grab your chin, force eye contact and growl:

“Swallow. All of it. Now.”

He takes it personal if you don’t.

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D = Dirty Secret

He’s jerked off watching you sleep.

Filmed you moaning without your knowledge.

Has voice memos of you begging, crying, breaking…

Sometimes he listens to them late at night just to get off again.

“If you knew half the shit I’ve done… you’d hate me more than you already do.”

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E = Experience

Very experienced.

But not in a romantic way… in a “fucked a stranger in a bar bathroom while half drunk and didn’t even ask their name” kind of way.

Fast, rough, dirty, and selfish.

Technique? Minimal.

Brute force? Maximum.

Enough to make you cum if he feels like it… but don’t count on it.

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F = Favourite Position

Doggy style.

For obvious reasons.

He loves grabbing your hair, fucking you from behind, slapping your ass, and humiliating you without having to look at your face (unless he wants to… just to laugh at your tears).

“Stay like that. Don’t move.”

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G = Goofy

Literally zero.

If you laugh or try to be playful during sex, he’ll pause, give you the most judgmental glare and snap:

“You think this is funny? Shut up.”

If anyone’s laughing… it’s him.

But in that dry, mocking, evil way… usually when you’re crying or begging him to stop.

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G = Goal

To break you.

To make you addicted to him.

To make you hate yourself for wanting him…

and still crawl back to him every time.

“I want you to hate me… but still let me fuck you.”

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H = Hair

Messy, smells like sweat and cigarettes.

Down there? Unkempt.

He doesn’t care.

“If you don’t like it… you can stop sucking.”

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I = Intimacy

HA.

Romance? Cuddles? Soft kisses?

Not a chance.

The closest you’ll get is him grabbing your throat or biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

If he makes eye contact during sex, it’s only to watch the tears build up in your eyes.

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J = Jack Off

All the time.

Thinking about you crying, begging, breaking apart under him.

Probably jerks off to your pictures, your stolen voice notes, your underwear he took without telling you.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve cum thinking about your pathetic little face.”

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K = Kink

Degradation

Choking

Tears kink

Spit kink

Rough sex / impact play

Hate sex / angry sex

If you beg?

He’ll mock you.

If you say “I hate you”?

He’ll fuck you harder.

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L = Location

Anywhere inappropriate.

Public bathrooms, alleys behind clubs, stairwells, cars, against dirty walls…

The more humiliating the place, the better.

“Be quiet… unless you want someone to hear how much you love this.”

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M = Motivation

Seeing you vulnerable.

Hearing your voice crack.

Watching you cry and still spread your legs for him.

The mix of pain, hate, lust and desperation…

That’s what gets him hard.

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N = No

Soft, slow, romantic sex.

If you try to pull a “slow lovemaking moment,” he’ll literally stop and go:

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Also hates when people fake reluctance for too long.

If you’re playing hard to get for hours, he’ll get bored and leave.

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O = Oral

Loves receiving.

Holds your head, shoves himself deep, uses your throat like a toy.

Giving?

Rare.

And if he does… it’ll be messy, rough, with teeth, biting, and mostly just to see you squirm.

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P = Pace

Fast, brutal, relentless.

Zero patience for slow build-up.

If you ask for gentle?

He’ll laugh and go even harder.

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Q = Quickie

Obsessed.

He lives for risky, fast, impulsive fucks.

In public bathrooms, stairwells, behind buildings…

If he’s horny?

He’ll grab you wherever you are and take what he wants.

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R = Risk

All of them.

Getting caught?

Doesn’t care.

Being loud?

Doesn’t care.

Condom?

…Depends on his mood (PLEASE use protection, bestie).

He’s reckless, impulsive and dangerous.

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S = Stamina

Cums fast when he’s really worked up…

But rebounds just as fast.

If he’s in the mood, you’ll get 2-3 rounds out of him easy.

If he’s angry or frustrated? Even more.

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T = Toys

Prefers using his hands.

But if toys are around?

Ropes, belts, handcuffs, knives (for fear play only… probably).

He likes control.

“You’re not leaving this bed unless I say so.”

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U = Unfair

Master at teasing.

Will edge you for hours, stop right before you cum, and laugh at you for being so desperate.

“Beg. Louder. Make it worth my time.”

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V = Volume

LOUD.

Growls, swearing, gasping, panting…

And that dark, evil laugh when he sees you fall apart.

“Listen to yourself… so fucking pathetic.”

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W = Wildcard

He’s definitely fucked you with his knife pressed to your throat at least once.

Just for the thrill.

Just to see you tremble.

Sometimes he’ll whisper things like:

“What if I killed you right now? Huh? Would you still cum for me?”

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X = X-ray

Thick.

Not the longest, but wide enough to make it stretch and hurt.

Veiny, with a flushed reddish tone.

Perfect for choking you up and making it impossible to take him fully without gagging.

If we’re talking measurements… I’d say somewhere between 15 and 18 cm in length, with a girthy circumference around 13 to 14 cm. Not overwhelmingly huge… but thick enough to leave you breathless and sore for days.

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Y = Yearning

High sex drive.

He wants you whenever he wants you…

And expects you to always be ready.

But he loves making you wait.

Loves seeing you desperate and needy for him.

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Z = Zzz

Cigarette.

Phone.

Turn away.

Zero cuddles.

Zero affection.

If you try to get close?

“Go to sleep. Don’t start whining again.”

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Final Words:

Nam-gyu is the human embodiment of trauma bonding.

He’ll break you.

Ruin you.

And you’ll still come back crawling for more.

Because that’s exactly how he likes it.

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[bestruction]

Can I go down on you?

Summary: you give him his first blowjob

Warnings: dick description, cum eating, shy sasuke

It was quiet in the Uchiha compound, as it always was. The wind whispered through the wooden frames of his rebuilt home. After all the years of blood and war, this silence was his sanctuary. Unlike other nights, tonight it wasn’t silence that wrapped him in comfort, but you. 

You were on his lap, warm and hungry, your weight grounding him more than anything ever could. You were straddling him like you were born to sit nowhere else, your hands in his hair, your lips ghosting over his in that slow, insistent kiss that left no space for breath, only soft gasps and softer moans.

Sasuke knew many things but about love? He was new. He had spent so much time focusing on killing his older brother, then destroying the village, and then war came…He didn’t have such a thing as romance in his life or even interest. This was new and it felt fucking good with you. He loved these movie nights where you two ended up forgetting there was a movie going on because you are too busy grinding on his lap while he kisses your neck. 

You pulled back just enough to whisper his name, your voice warm and low like honey melting into his ear. “Sasuke…” 

He could swear every time you said his name like this it went straight to his cock. He hummed, lips chasing yours, half-lidded eyes trying to focus through the haze. You kissed his jaw, then his neck, tasting the faint salt of clean skin and heat.

“Can I go down on you?” You whispered against the shell of his ear, and he felt his blood reaching his face quickly. The thing is: You have been dating for a while after he came back to the village, but between planning to kill his older brother, destroying the village, going to war, and then to prison? He didn’t have that much experience with women, let alone sex. 

His brain glitched for a second and his entire body stilled beneath you, not from rejection, but from confusion. Shyness bloomed across his skin like an unfamiliar feeling, his eyes were wide for a fraction of time and he could swear his hands forgot where they were for a second. His mouth opened…He tried to organize his thoughts and convince himself you actually asked him that so openly. 

Why was he blushing anyway? He was the last person who should blush at anything and yet your question echoed in his mind like a dropped metal in an empty hall. He knew how to fight, how to fix the things in his house, how to avoid people but you asking so sweetly, so recently to suck him off disarmed him more than any enemy ever had because he wasn’t used to receiving. Not kindness. Not softness. And especially not…this. 

“I…” he murmured, throat dry, voice a low scratch of thunderclouds and hesitation.

You leaned in again, brushing your nose along his jaw. “It’s okay,” you said softly. “We don’t have to.”

He looked at you and heard “why not?” in his head. He loved you, damn he was already hard for you so why not? 

“I want to,” he said, voice low, rough, the syllables shaped more from feeling than thought. “It’s just…” His brows knit faintly. “I’ve never—done this. Like this.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. He was always careful with intimacy. 

“I know.” 

You slid down his lap, trailing kisses over his stomach, he watched you with a wariness that wasn’t fear—but wonder. Like he couldn’t quite believe this wasn’t a genjutsu. That you were really here. That this was happening. That you wanted him in that way. His body was too still, too tense, like he was waiting for a battlefield, not getting some head. 

You kissed the spot right above his belly button, trying to make him relax a little before reaching for his waistband. You looked endearing, too sweet for someone with such a mischievous smile while you pulled his pants down to free his cock. 

It sprang forward with an elegant curve, soft pink tip and pre cum leaking from his arousal crowing it. It was thick, overwhelmingly thick and long enough to make you clench around nothing, thinking how good it would feel inside of you and his veins were prominent around the base. 

He had a pretty dick. Almost infuriatingly so just like all the rest of him. It made your eyes widen a little, and you licked your lips without thinking.

“Sasuke…” your voice was horny-drunk already “You’re… so pretty.” He didn’t answer. Actually, he couldn’t. He just looked away, ears tinged red, jaw tight like he was on the edge of having a heart attack. 

You leaned in slowly, lips barely brushing his mushroom head while looking at his eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort and found none. You gave it a small kiss and he twitched, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth. 

“Fuck—” His hand reached for your hair, playing with your strands while you flattened your tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate, from base to tip. His whole body tensed like you’d pulled a string through him. When you wrapped your lips around his head, warm and soft, and sucked gently, Sasuke’s hips jerked—just a little—like he hadn’t meant to.

You made a mental note about his tip being sensitive and smiled giving it small licks that made his eyes turn back. You looked up at him with wet lashes and mischief in your smile. “Still okay?”

He nodded and you took him deeper in your mouth, lips stretching, breathing through your nose and being careful with your teeth while he groaned, low and guttural and you felt your panties soaked because seeing him all flushed and melting while you suck his dick made the butterflies in your stomach crave for more of that image. 

You did your best to fit everything, the moment he passed your throat and your nose brushed his pelvic bone you looked up and he had to hold himself back to not cum. You were gorgeous at that moment. 

Sasuke let his head fall back against the couch, the muscles in his abdomen tightening under your touch and mouth, your wet, warm and relentless mouth. His hand was tangled in your hair in a messy ponytail, not forcing, just gripping because it felt so damn good. 

You passed your tongue around his tip and lowered your head again before bobbing it up and down a few times to repeat the process while using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t reach. His breath was uneven and his jaw locked, he was losing all the self-control he ever learned. Sasuke never thought You were on your knees between his thighs, looking up at him with eyes that made him forget the years of discipline and battle could feel so fucking good.  He might be inexperienced but he did get himself off sometimes and that felt so different from his hand. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept sucking like that because he was already close. So embarrassingly close in his head. 

“Damn, baby, you look so good like this…” He murmured watching you swallow his cock again and again. 

You moaned softly around him, wanting to respond but moved and tried to ignore the ache between your legs, making the sound of your voice vibrate on his dick and that was his last straw. 

“Fuck,” he choked, his voice cracking. His grip in your hair tightened just enough to make you feel it. “Baby—baby, wait—if you don’t stop right now I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum in your mouth—”

He wasn’t warning you because he didn’t want to. He was warning you because he thought you might not want that. He wanted to be respectful to you. Because this was you, not just some quick fix, not some lonely hand in the dark. You were his soft and sacred girl and the only goddamn thing in his life that didn’t carry a blade behind the back.

It made your heart warm and pulse faster, just like your poor pussy begging for attention. So you didn’t stop. You just looked up at him, your gaze smoldering, lips sealed tightly around the thick, flushed length of him and kept going. You hollow your cheeks and moaned again, dragging your tongue along the sensitive part of his pink cockhead  in a way that made his thighs snap taut, made his chest stutter with a ragged gasp.

You felt him tremble a little as his hips jerked and he tried to hold back but couldn’t. His hand flew from your hair to his mouth to cover his sounds. 

“Aah…Shit, fuck, just like that” He moaned feeling you play with his balls as you bobbed your head. 

He came hard with a broken and hoarse moan that he couldn’t hold back, bowing off the couch as he spilled himself into your mouth, pulse pounding deliciously against your tongue. And you took it all. Every thick, warm drop, swallowing him down because he was worth savoring.

Sasuke tastes clean. Surprisingly sweet, even—subtle and smooth, like the first sip of cooled tea after morning kata. There's no bitterness, no sharp sting, just the warmth of him: a hint of salt from sweat-slick skin, faintly musky in a way that makes your stomach flutter. All thanks to his discipline. He trains daily and he eats well. You always joke around saying he only eats rice, steamed greens, fresh fruits, grilled fish and drinks water like it’s life blood but thank god because it makes his cum far from acid or bitter. 

You told yourself you could get addicted to it while you swallowed his warm, slightly thick cum not just out of devotion but because your body welcomes it. 

When you pulled back slowly, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, you looked up at him with that wicked sparkle still dancing in your eyes, equal parts innocent and devastating. He told himself you would be the death of him. 

Sasuke stared at you dazed for a few seconds. His dick now soft in your hands while he tried to breathe properly. 

“…Where the hell did you learn that?” he asked, voice wrecked and rough, still breathless.

You rolled your eyes chuckling a little because of course that’s the first thought in his possessive head. 

“Jealous already?” You laughed, breath warm against his neck as you climbed onto him, legs wrapping around his waist again, your lips brushing his ear. “I’m not planning on doing it for anyone else, you silly” You gave him a small peck. 

He smiled squeezing your waist “Good” 

You laid your head on his shoulder and grinded a little on his thigh, you were still so wet that it was annoying. He noticed your hips moving, placed a small kiss on your forehead and said “Should I return the favor?” 

[aromantic-fae-witch]

No fr because I have a hard time rationalizing that the adult actors/characters are actually the teens. I keep thinking about it back and forth trying to connect them. And it makes me try to see the teenagers in their eyes and in their manner. And sometimes I can see it. Other times I can't. It's like holding two realities together in a way I can't fathom.

And that's exactly how I feel about my trauma. There's a reality in which that happened. And there's a reality in which I currently reside. Sometimes they come together and sometimes they're so far apart. That's the nature of the rationalization of trauma our brains put us through.

Taissa does this to the extreme, with her brain forming a miracle of a coping mechanism. Our brains are so resilient and complex. She develops DID and creates two alters. Someone who would cannibalize someone else, who would have dark thoughts, who would live the survival instincts of the woods, who would follow the human instinct of clinging to religion. And another self, a respectable self that holds her ego, where she is rational, secular, and moral.

My highschool experience was very scary. And at times life or death (minus the cannibalism of course) I came across the Instagram of boy who I knew as violent and heartbroken and nearly killed us as kids, and he has a baby and a wife and he looks so happy. And I don't blame him for what he did. We were like brothers forged in the trauma of that place. Our own woods. Our small town hell. And I think about the others and I hope they're well even if they brought us such violence. There's a strange familial relationship forged between people in a place like that. Even if we were against one another. There's a strange home in the past. They must be a little fond of the woods and wholly terrified by it too.

The other day, I thought of the marshland by the sea our little town was on, I remembered it fondly and I drew it from memory. Because no one will ever know that place like me. No one will ever love it in an ache that feels like a tender bruise.

There's two realities I rationalize. One with empathy and understanding when we're out of it. And another when we're still playing the game of the situation we're in. It must be so strange for all of the Yellowjackets to drink together and talk. Like they no longer take it personally because the setting has shifted from dire to mundane.

I think Yellowjackets captures the way that trauma is separated as two realities in the mind. Quite well.

genuinely think this is going to be the thesis of the show, BTW

[puprdou]

ㅤㅤnsfw alphabetㅤㅤ──ㅤㅤmanjiro sano

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A──K

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sometimes he’ll take care of you, other times he just falls straight asleep cuddling. it really depends on which kind of manjiro were talking about here; manila? he’ll take care of you. bare minimum, but he will. bonten? he won’t. he won’t even fall asleep afterwards. final timeline? he’s dead asleep most of the time cuddling without even pulling out—but there are times where he’ll fight the sleep to start a bath, even bathe with you sometimes, and only get ready for bed once you are.

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he wouldn’t typically have a favorite body part. he’s not particularly cocky or anything about his body; but if he had to choose, it’d be his cheeks. he likes how squishy they are, he especially finds it fun whenever you sit on his lap and squish his cheeks cause it makes him all giggly. his favorite body part of yours? definitely your tummy.. but also your thighs! their both his own personal little pillows- whenever he’s playing games or just on his phone, he’ll place his head on your lap between your thighs, or when he gets needy he’ll plant kisses all across the chub of your tummy. he loves the chub!

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

he loves creampies. he finds them both intimate but also just pleasurable. he gets all pouty when you don’t let him cum inside, or when he has to use a condom :(( he prefers cumming inside, he especially loves watching whenever your own cum will create rings around his cock- he thinks it’s all so damn pretty ’nd cute, and he will watch mesmerized as the little spurts of cum dripped out from your cunt after he pulled out! so cute. ♡

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

not really a secret, which is obvious from the way his pants get so tight against his erection each damn time—but he can get hard so easily. doing certain things like just wearing an apron ’nd baking, or wearing one of his hoodies with nothing else, even mere stuff like sitting on his lap gets him all bricked up. at times it’s embarrassing, especially at events when you wear these pretty outfits, he’ll get hard ’nd poor baby will have the hardest time hiding it so it makes him pout :((

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he was so bad ’nd so awkward his first time with you, he was all flushed ’nd so confused! even though he’s seen all that stuff in porn mags, doing it with you, someone he truly loves is way different! he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, he doesn’t want to make mistakes, he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. after years passed, though, he got wayyyy better.. he knows everything to do to make you cum in a matter of minutes, and every single place on your body that has you shaking under him, moaning like a goddamn pornstar.

F = favorite position (self explanatory, their favorite sex position)

definitely cowgirl. he loves being able to see your face contort into pleasure as your hips bounce repeatedly against his, your arms wrapped around his neck.. it’s the perfect angle for him to attack your neck, too! or, he could play with your tits like this too, it’s all so accessible and he barely has to do a thing! seeing you so desperately fucking yourself on him, needing more and more of him despite his cock splitting you open is so cute in his eyes.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he can be both serious and silly. it really depends on the mood—if he’s in a bad mood, he’s more serious ’nd more strict. nothing too bad, like, he won’t cross any boundaries he’s aware of, but he’s less playful than just normal nights. and if he’s in a good mood, trust me, you’ll know. he’s more playful, more teasing, and he also talks a lot during sex. whether it’s dirty talk, him just being his regular needy, or just talking about random things.. he’s really just a mix of both.

H = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

flawlessly hairless. it’s magical. whether or not you like it like that, he always says he doesn’t like being too hairy (we need more men like this irl 💔💔🙏🙏). he’s always saying how it makes him uncomfortable or how he simply just doesn’t like it and avoids giving a reason. either way, you’ll get used to it eventually. and you sort of have to, everytime you two get into it he’s never hairy.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can be both romantic and very.... unappealing. sometimes he’s just a fucking beast who forgets about your own pleasure at times getting lost in the moment for his own, other times he’s slow, romantic, teasing.. it really depends tbh. if you were the one who was teasing to begin with, he’s definitely more teasing ’nd romantic, but when he’s in a bad mood and your teasing.. oh it’s game over. he’s mean, he’ll say it’s a punishment and he’ll be so mean that you almost start crying! he comforts you after though <3

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not often does he masturbate, solely because he likes it better watching your hands wrapping around his cock, the cute sight of you fitting him into your mouth so perfectly ’nd rubbing whatever didn’t fit was too good for him to pass up on.. but whenever he can’t come home ’nd your sending him scandalous pictures or videos, he’ll find somewhere where nobodies looking to jerk himself off to the sound of your voice, cause he always gives you a call whenever he needs to. truth is? he’s not that good at it, and he’s totally awkward about it lmfao, poor boy..

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely has an exhibitionism ’nd a sensory deprivation kink! he loves putting a blindfold on you, sometimes he’ll even tie something around your mouth, and he’ fuck you and be so mean about it, teasing and going slow when you need him to go faster! god, and whenever somebody looks at you the wrong way or for too long, he’ll tie them up on a chair after beating them up and make them watch. make them watch how good you are for them, make you watch how much of his you are. this especially goes for the bad timelines.

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[sh1-n0bu]

https://www.tumblr.com/sh1-n0bu/786706354567053312/some-things-humans-do-that-seems-like-self

As someone who has acne scars/small curators all over their face, how would Yautja react to the their human mate having many? Would they see acne scars as special markings since there are many humans that don’t have it, or are less noticeable? I don’t know anything about the predator movies so I’m going into this fandom completely blind haha

oh no worries anon, i was going into the fandom completely blind when writing my yautja thirsts as well lol. but now i have finished watching every yautja movies there are so, hopefully i know some things about their race

personally, i believe your yautja mate would adore it! whenever the yautjas are unmasked in the movies, they have skin texture as well. bumps, scales, exoskeleton etc are all common things you can find on the head part or their whole body when unmasked so if your yautja mate finds that you have acne scars, acnes or things that would give your skin ‘texture’ — AKA make them bumpy, rigged or have some facial hair — they would absolutely adore it. their human mate is just like them!

if you have scars, they would be curious. their ‘ooman has scars! battles! fights! they have prevailed against all odds and came out victorious! they knew they chose right, their sweet little ‘ooman is as strong as they are cute. they can hold their own. if feeling particularly curious, they might even ‘ask’ about them, pointing at a scar with their clawed finger and clicking their mandibles in great curiosity

if you’re the more adventurous type and go on hunts alongside them, despite being worried — i mean come on, humans are fucking tiny compared to yautjas and doesn’t have extra padded muscles or bones to withstand great amounts of pain and injury like them — they will allow you to join under the condition of being close to them at all times. and if by some blind luck or stupid bravery, you are to kill a prey, they will be willing to mark you, leaving a scar on your skin proving that you’re blooded all the while they preen in satisfaction

it’s not the little flinch or the gritting of your teeth when they cut your skin and leave the blooded mark behind that makes them preen. no, it’s the fact that their ‘ooman had joined them in a hunt and had successfully killed a prey that makes them preen. even more so if it’s a hard-skin AKA xenomorph. they always knew their ‘ooman was one of great strength and courage. this incident will only prove to them and their clan more of your worthiness

if you don’t choose to join him on his hunts, that’s okay as well. your yautja only wants you to be safe, away from harm. but that doesn’t mean their curiosity will die down. they will still ask you of the scars you have, even if they may be acne scars

this is just a ‘what if’ thought i had while answering but, what if the yautjas sees acnes as mini-xenomorphs or parasites that act like chestbursters? they’re of all sizes, with the skin becoming red around the ‘head’ and must not be popped unless you have much tinier ones and have experience popping them. so it would make a bit of sense if the yautjas were to see acnes as a mini parasite that acts like chestbursters, so they will probably need to be explained that no, although some are painful to the touch, not all of them are bad and have deeper lodges in your skin

i think your yautja mate would be happy if you were to have acnes or acne scars on your face. mostly because it gives your face the bumpy texture/look and therefore, it makes you look more like them. they love it! will probably be curious about trying some herbal remedies from yautja prime if you would want it. if not, they are more than willing to place their closed mandibles on them and click in quick little precisions to ‘kiss’ you

[reversedpineapple]

Not exactly happy with how this turned out. Don’t ask me why but writing Anaxa in conversations is surprisingly hard so I tried to keep that to a minimum. He just expresses himself in a mix of modern language and someone who stereotypically appears to be smart. The ending was also a bit rushed but I was at a point where I was too far into the story to just let rot among my other WIPs. ( °̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥˟°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )

ᖭི •···•𝒯𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 •···• ᖫྀ

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Yan!Anaxagoras x Nameless!Reader ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Sooner or later you would have left Amphoreus and as such, a certain Professor sees himself forced to prevent that.

TWs: Imprisonment, out of body experiences, loss of self expression, overall bad position for mental wellbeing, obsessive behavior, slight possessive behavior

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. :D

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It had been a week since your disappearance.

Hushed whispers were still exchanged by many, talking about your missing presence and who was Anaxagoras to deny their interest laced with thinly veiled worry? You were most certainly an incredibly interesting person and as such, he would have also reacted like that. Him gossiping less than the ignorant, of course. For some of them, this was nothing more than the newest gossip. As long as Kephale himself didn’t vanish into thin air, they would continue to see the group protecting them as nothing more than entertainment. Well, at least it was only about half of Okhemia thinking like that as proven by the voting process which happened not so long ago.

Continuing forward, he took note of the missing poster hung up on one of the plaza walls, your gaze staring into nothingness with the knowledge of mysteries beyond the stars. The Professor could only imagine the banal gossip along the streets when three strangers clad in foreign clothing suddenly appeared in the holy city, saving it from an attack from Nikador. Despite the golden threads of the Gold Weaver creating a feeling of claustrophobia, the thought of her eliciting a scoff he couldn’t suppress. He would have found great joy in watching that scene. The Droma in itself was a majestic being but with you riding on its back, the combination must have been divine…

The thought made the green haired man stop in his tracks. Divine? Here he was, the fool in person, the blasphemous sinner yet he was still able to harbour such thoughts about another person. This was most certainly interesting. Were human beings instinctively pulled to those they deemed of a higher existence or did those deemed divine have some sort of hold over the human psyche?

If the Trailblazer was able to rise to the status of a Demigod, did that mean every person had the potential of raising beyond what was considered human? It would not surprise him considering the magnetic pull he felt to the replacement filling the hole where once part of his soul was.

Raising a hand to the patch covering where once a hole was, now in its place only a large scar and a missing eye, he traced along the pattern. The Professor still remembered clearly the surprise on Aglaeas face when he came to the Vortex of Genesis to surrender the Coreflame of Reason only to already hold it in his hands, a mark on his face where once was nothing. Back then he felt the essence of two souls clashing against each other. Now, his soul and the replacement coexisted, it now only being obviously there when he focused on it; a practice he did reverently every moment he could spare.

Before that, the subject of the missing part of his soul had been a point in the many discussions between Anaxagoras and you. You were not there when he was retrieved from the Grove of Epiphany, or rather, the corpse dragging itself along the pavement with the use of blasphemy. You were not a fighter despite belonging to the group of the other two strangers. Instead, you were the tactician. Dan Heng often discussing your next move, even Aglaea talking about possible improvements in her plans with you.

So when you approached him to ask about the Nousporists, he also colored himself interested. Not only were you capable of intelligent thought but also not enamoured by the teachings of absolutism of the Titans. It did not take long for Anaxagoras to think of you as someone he respected to a high degree and, dare he say it, held very dearly. Although, even he had to admit that perhaps he did that last one a bit too much from time to time.

At that thought, the greenette felt like a hand was slowly squeezing his heart, it fluttering like the wings of a butterfly when it was chased by some predator. Shaking his head, he dismissed the feeling. He could deal with that later. For now he had to take care of something.

Making his way along the high walls of the holy city, he closed in on Marmoreal Market. Like he expected, he saw your two companions walking along its streets, asking citizens if they had any information on you.

Of course they didn’t. It was impossible. Oh, if only they knew how close you were… it was not like he found joy in their suffering but the thought of you always being within his reach made the skin of his neck tingle in a pleasant sensation bordering on excitement. The hand on his heart was back. This time he let it linger, knowing how bad it was for anyone to suppress or have their feelings suppressed for too long.

Closing in on them, he approached the pair, their desperate expressions erupting a swarm of bees in his stomach. These new sensations were most certainly a lot to get used to but apparently this was the price of filling the hole that once ripped painfully across his soul.

The Trailblazer turned around and finally spotted him. Tapping the shoulder of their black haired companion, they gestured in his direction. Meeting him in the middle, the man with the bright green eyes opened his mouth to question the Chrysos Heir, yet closed it again when he was met with the shake of his head. “Tell me, I am most interested in that search for your friend. Has there been any development?”

The gray haired one shook their head, as expected. He had made sure the belongings you had on your body that day were strewn among Titankin in the heart of Castrum Kremnos. Not exactly a place he liked to venture but there needed to be some sort of indication of something happening to you.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do something to you. In fact, in a basic sense, he didn’t even land a scratch on you. Perhaps he confused the Coreflame of Mnestia with the one of Cerces but if that was the case, then what inhabited the Weaver of Gold? It most certainly felt that way. He rarely let himself be distracted from his original goal of finding out the origin of being, the soul and its secrets the humans feared and called blasphemy but you had erupted a flame within him that could not be satisfied by merely knowing each other.

When you gained an important position in his life, he was cautious. Anaxagoras did not suppress his feelings, they were part of the very thing he researched so much about. In fact, anger and hatred for the inactivity of the Titans was one of the reasons why he was able to hold on to his research for so long.

But there was always the possibility of something happening to you. The times you arrived in were everything else but peaceful. Also, it would not be surprising if you were to fall to the Black Tide… and even if you lived, you would leave. As far as he knew, the Trailblaze was never ending, you would leave him behind at some point and if it was not by voluntary departure then by the passage of time. You would grow old, he would forever behold his youth. The face of his sister flashed in his mind.

And who was he to accept such an outcome?

If he had been given more time, he could have found a less rudimentary way of reaching his goal but he was slowly dying, his soul being held in the world of the living by Cerces. You had glid your fingers along the pulse, feeling the weakening heartbeat below his skin. Anaxagoras had to suppress a shudder of pure bliss back then.

Focusing once more on the presence, he took note of the increasingly despairing look in the eyes of your companions. It seemed like a push was needed. “If you would agree, I would not deem it as a burden to accompany you.” Taking in a breath, he raised one of his hands to his lips, his eyes focusing into the distance. “I have heard rumors of them being sighted in Castrum Kremnos before their disappearance. I would advise you to continue your search there.”

A splitting pain shot through Anaxagora's spine, the other half inhabiting his body rebelling against the words which left his mouth. Clenching the hand hanging by his side, he focused on the pricking of his fingernails against his skin. “Are you alright?”

Snapping his gaze back to the one with the golden eyes, he tried to relax. Lowering his head in a nod, he lowered his hand back to his side. “Yes. I am simply worried about the disappearance of your tactician. Shall we head out?”

If Anaxagoras had spoken the truth, they would have needed to head into the completely opposite direction. The Groove of Epiphany was currently closed off, not even seasoned fighters allowed to enter but should one visit the chambers of the founder of Nousporism, they would find someone captured in eternal slumber, their body in a coma, bereft and stolen of a soul. Its missing part now imprisoned in a body unable to communicate, cursed to watch, the demigod of Reason their eternal lover and captor.

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[celestial-girlie]

How you look pt2/4

Earth signs

Taurus rising/personal placement: these people tend to have almond or round eyes, not too large, thick lashes and eyebrows. Natural light makeup really brings out their beauty. They usually have defined cheekbones with thick hairs. Lips can be thick or will look good with filler. Body type might have broad shoulder, Likely sturdy and can easily gain weight if not careful. However, unlike cancer, their weight might look more thick, defined and strong than just soft roundness. Has a chilled, down to earth aura and soothing voice, likely the ‘rock’ of the friend group with steady aura due to being a fixed sign. Looks good with timeless pieces of clothes that appeals to the senses and might gravitate toward neutral earthy color palettes. Usually is typed as Sensors in Myer-briggs system. Look to Venus and its house for more information.

Virgo rising/personal placements: nervous energy that reflects in their sparkling eyes. Very intelligent and instead of being flighty like a Gemini, their mercurial energy is poured into intellectual pursuits with the goals of creating things that are useful to themselves and others. Quite creative and analytical at the same time. These people also tend to have a long face, or long mid face with thin lips. On the other hands, many of them also have deer like face. They might give off ‘judgemental’ look at times. Tbh, I think Virgos are the ones who created ‘Clean girl’ aesthetic . Virgo’s skin is usually absolutely flawless and their style is on point. I think they are the girls who invest and work hard on their health and appearance behind the scene (exercising, eating healthy, doing beauty treatments, etc) but want to appear like their beauty and fitness is effortless. Look to Mercury and its house for more details as well.

Capricorn rising/personal placements: I see these people usually have very very nice facial and body bone structure. They don’t put on weight easily. They usually have lovely straight teeth and whether their eyes are deep-set or rounds, their eyes are smothering! Capricorn has quite distinctive stares . Unlike Scorpio with the deep I-see-all-your-sins-and-you-can’t-hide stare, Capricorn has more a stern you-better-be-on-your-best-behaviour-or-there-will-be-consequence stare. While they are young, they can be awkward and has hard time fit in with their peers due to their mature vibe. As they grow older and having more experience, these people command and are given respect and authority with their presence by the people around them. These people look great in classy, timeless piece and will rock dark neutral corporate aesthetic well. They also gave off the older mommy or daddy vibe unintentionally - they attract younger partners and they are very responsible lovers. Look to Saturn and the house for more inspiration- these people age well like fine wine for sure as well.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

regarding Dust's depiction in the fandom.

i’m not sure if i’m the right person to speak on this, especially since my diagnosis has changed multiple times. at first, i was told i had hallucinatory delusional disorder—only to later be told that diagnosis doesn’t even formally exist. another psychiatrist changed it to bipolar II, and eventually, all of that was scrapped. i’m still in the process of trying to find real answers.

My therapist just told me that I don't even have delusions, just very extreme intrusive thoughts and severe depersonalization.

what i do experience is intense dissociation, and what could be described as “hearing voices,” though it’s not exactly a sound. it’s something between a thought and an external voice. sometimes i can hear a direction, or distinct tones like different people speaking, but what they’re saying rarely makes sense. it’s like fragments of a conversation, but the context is missing.

for me, what’s pushed me into dangerous territory hasn’t necessarily been the voices themselves, but the nightmares that come with them—and how much i’ve overanalyzed what they seemed to be telling me. trauma plays a huge role in how that spirals. i won’t go into it here, but it’s a big part of the picture.

that’s why i’d really love to see a more layered depiction of Dust. i actually have my own fanfic where i try to explore these kinds of things, but looking back, i worry that in trying to vent through him, i might’ve accidentally written something that came off as ableist. it’s hard to toe that line when you’re writing from pain.

i think what i want—more than anything—from portrayals of Dust is for his symptoms to go beyond just “hallucinating Papyrus.” i want to see the paranoia, the delusions, the intrusive thoughts, the nightmares, the flashbacks. the dissociation. the disorganized thinking and speech. the whole picture of what it feels like when your mind isn’t a safe place anymore.

right now, i’m still going through a diagnostic process. i’m crossing my fingers that i don’t get hit with another heavily stigmatized label—and honestly, that whatever i have is something treatable. but more and more, i feel like it all traces back to trauma. i relate to Dust so deeply it almost scares me sometimes, he has so much potential.

You and I are on the same page about wanting to see more depictions beyond hallucinations, although I was of course thinking of wanting to see more of those depictions with Killer.

Unfortunately, it’s very common in this fandom for Killer’s own psychosis to be ignored, overlooked, or just not know about—which is one reason why the common depiction of Killer making fun of Dust’s hallucinations doesn’t make any sense, given Killer hallucinates too.

And he has various forms of hallucinations, from vivid and real, to shadowy figures that watch him or attempt to reach out and touch him. He has full on and back forth conversations with “Chara” despite them not being real, when asked where Chara is he points directly at his own head—“it’s all in your head” is a common phrase associated with Killer.

He has flashbacks, hears multiple voices in his head in different ways—voices from flashbacks, the internal voices he relies on to make any choices on his own—he dissociates heavily, he experiences black out amnesia with Stage 4 and loses control over his own body. He struggles to tell what is and isn’t real thanks to the constant Resets, he constantly feels like he’s being watched by Chara.

He views himself as just something with Sans’ face. He often is showing having back and forth conversations internally and externally as if he’s watching himself argue with himself, his internal conflict is so severe that he sometimes even verbalizes it—which often comes out in confused, contradictory statements, especially when asked anything about himself. When asked how he’s feeling, he answers like “I’m fi—I don’t know. …I’m okay.”

And that’s just one example of it, the entire first page of the Something New comics shows his fragmented thought processes pretty clearly. He shows a deep awareness that something about him has changed, that he’s not the same as he was, but he doesn’t why and he doesn’t seem to know how to stop it.

He seems to struggle a lot with distressing cognitive dissonance, such as killing because he wants to feel something but knowing it doesn’t actually make him feel anything—seemingly believing he only exists because someone else wanted him to. [“Killer Sans exists because of you.”] Feeling more like a role or script than an actual person living a life.

All of this comes from both trauma, and externally induced dissociation + coercion, manipulation. This is a man who doesn’t know who or what he is anymore.

Both Murder and Killer are characters where their mind has become a deeply unsafe place, but for different reasons. For Murder it’s trauma and mental illness, for Killer it’s because of intense prolonged external control and manipulation—and as a result, he is suffering from trauma and mental illness. Even Killer’s own body has become his enemy.

[sheevanator]

So about those Clone Wars Oc’s…uhhh…I may have speed-run their ref sheets in prep for art-fight.

So…

Yay?

Yea this counts as a yay moment!

Please ignore me going full yap mode under the cut. XD

So, a few things that need covering before we go further. The first of which being, “Sheeva they aren’t all identical, how can these be clones?” Personally, I go a little nuts if all my characters look too similar, I feel like they won’t be recognizable or that they’ll be confused with each other too easily, so I leaned in really hard into the slight differences clones can have. On top of that, I’ve kind of made it cannon in my au that the kaminoans experimented with different strains to try and keep the base Jango dna from deteriorating so fast. As a result, a lot of batches are just slightly different from each other in hair, eye, and skin color. The best example here being Beetle and Quack who’re from the same batch and both have those blue eyes and a more faded brown color to their hair (Quack was the outlier in his own squad with everything about him being paler in general). Not huge deviations, even I couldn’t justify a way for that to happen in my au (and also it would defeat the purpose of the word clone so naah), so when in a crowd they’re still daum near identical.

That being said! I have managed to collect an entire squad of genetic deviants that absolutely shouldn’t have passed spec and quality control so I am gonna ask you to turn a blind eye to that! I think Racket and D-Caf are the most “clone looking” here if we’re talking actual cannon… Shhhhh it’s fineeeee!

The other thing is way more inconsequential and it’s about their id numbers. For the life of me I have not found any consistent theories about how clone numbers work so I just came up with my own. If you noticed that little number in the middle that’s what we’re talking about!

So! Clone numbers are only four digits long, at what point do those numbers start repeating to accommodate for the vast number of clones in the gar? I am suggesting a secret middle number to keep track. It would act like a person’s middle name and probably not get said outside of a couple circumstances, but would stop the confusion on how the kaminoans kept track of everyone. In my system a “set” of clones would be 9999 strong, a set being those made at roughly the same time, and go from CT-01-0001 to CT-01-9999. Following that it’d roll over to the next set’s number, in this example being CT-02-0001, and just carry on from there. The logic being that there are so many clones that the likelihood that two CT-0001’s probably wouldn’t be deployed to the same battalion/company/legion/etc.

So yeeeee! I’m over here vibing with my boys and I’m so glad I can finally share them!

Here’s a little bonus older WIP doodle if you stuck around to read my deranged ramblings!

Have a good day!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I know this is primarily a TWST blog but the idea of Miss Raven suddenly being transported into the kpop demon hunters' world and becoming the Saja Boys manager is just too interesting not to explore. Do you have any other headcanons of Miss Raven & the Saja boys especially Jinu interacting? I've been rewatching the movie 3 times now. I need more brainrot of them or Huntrix!

[Referencing this post (more specifically, one of the comments there)!]

Why is this what you guys think of 😭

YEAH I’ve watched the movie multiple times now too… It’s so good 🥺 It also helps the brain rot that there’s been a huge influx of fan content! I’ve seen so much fan art and even fics + headcanons and written scenarios (including here on Tumblr). May that sate us 🙏

I guess Raven gets to have the Yuu experience of being isekai’d and having to adapt to a new life in this world while looking for a way back home to here?? Maybe she manages to snag a job at an idol management company to support herself in the meantime and that’s how she ends up being assigned to this hot new boy group. (Raven doesn’t know they’re demons!) It should be fine, right?? She has experience with helping her uncle managing school events and wrangling misbehaving pretty boys. It’s also fitting that a raven would manage a demon boy band since Jinu already has his little demonic magpie companion.

She’s not emotionally invested in idol culture or the entertainment industry at large (these things don’t exist to a wild bird), so I think she could just buckle down and focus on the work. Very stern, no-nonsense, “eyes on the prize” type of manager. Her understanding of idols is that they “sell a fantasy” to fans, so she tells herself it’s similar to sharing stories, just in song form. That helps her wrap her mind around all this glamour and press attention that she’s not totally used to.

When Raven has to give interact with the boys she manages, I see her mainly interacting with their leader. Jinu seems the most well-spoken, polite, and level-headed of the group. She likes him for his professionalism www but I think she’d soon notice that he’s hiding something (like, it seems he has a lot on his mind he’s not saying?) but never asks about it directly because she doesn’t think it’s her business + she figures this is only a temporary arrangement. She’ll just give him a part on the shoulder and tell him he’s doing a good job as the leader and that if there’s anything he needs, then she’s here for him. You know, leave the door open so Jinu can approach if and when he feels comfortable about it.

We unfortunately don’t get to see much of the other Saja Boys in the film so it’s hard to gauge their personalities. I recall Mystery acting like a dog during the autograph signing, Baby drinking out of various bottles and acting sort of nonchalant, and Abby uh… being very confident about his figure?? I don’t remember much of Romance, he’s supposed to be the sensitive and romantic type. (According to one interview I saw, each member is inspired by a particular Kpop role or trope.)

I can only think of Raven scolding Abby for the way he dresses and his arrogance… To which he might tease her for staring/j (It sort of reminds her of Leona 💦) That’s a losing argument though, she might just be told it’s normal in the industry to “show off what you have” so she has to endure it.

Mystery doesn’t talk much, but Raven might have to roll up her paper and bonk him to keep him behaved if he starts barking or snapping his teeth. She doesn’t like that she can’t see his eyes. Eyes are “the windows to the soul”, so the fact that she can’t see his leaves her feeling a little uneasy.

In theory, I think she and Romance could see eye-to-eye, but she’d become increasingly put-off by him?? Like, he seems uncanny valley because of how perfectly manufactured his “romanticism” is. It starts to feel fake rather than things said/done out of any real passion, and that saddens Raven, who is a real romantic.

She finds Baby the easiest to approach (if we exclude Jinu) since he’s the youngest and has a baby face, but his attitude in the film gives me the impression he’s a little bratty and casually does what he wants (which seems to be just guzzling condiments and drinks) 😅 Whenever she and Baby have a disagreement, it kind of looks like two little kids fighting on the playground.

I know this wasn’t explicitly asked for, but!! I imagine Raven seeing Huntrix as cool onee-sans and Bobby as being similar to her uncle www

[lace-tf]

So much art sphere discourse always makes me scratch my head like “Why are we policing what independent hobbyists—many of whom are young, working-class (or impoverished) queer folk, let alone QPOC—do for free in their own time?” Some people seem to unironically want to bring back Eating Your Veggies or throw around allegations of unconscious bigotry based on confirmation bias instead of just like… Seeking out the content / people they enjoy without having to put others down to do it.

I have strong preferences and principles myself, and I’ll avoid people whose vibes I dislike, or whose values I disagree with. But I’m not better, wiser, or more worldly than other people for doing this 😭 A hot topic in the OC community right now is “if you don’t regularly draw ‘female’ characters, you should examine your internalised misogyny problem!” and it’s so, like… Maybe consider why many transmasc or non-binary creators might connect more to non-woman characters? Consider that implying—unless they force themselves to represent femininity and womanhood in their creations, possibly triggering dysphoria—they’re bigoted is very unkind?

(Also, how are we even defining ‘female’? I recently saw someone say that if your whole cast is “men and male-aligned” they don’t think you’re worth interacting with. Where does that place GNC or masc women? Butches who don’t use she / her or don’t identify as women? What about genderfluid and non-binary men or mascs who use she / her or present femininely?)

Obviously you guys don’t see it here on my fandom blog, but I love my femme OCs and draw / post them regularly. Yet, this wasn’t the case when I was younger—as a transmasc* person, I wholly gravitated towards writing and drawing men / mascs. I liked when my peers liked the guys I created using my own experiences and feelings about masculinity, especially when IRL was so hostile towards my identity.

At the time I thought—and do still think, even though things have gotten much better—that it was also just kind of hard to find compelling female characters in mainstream media. I had plenty of them I liked (Xion from Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, Midna from Twilight Princess, GLaDOS from Portal, Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors, Azula from ATLA, and The Other Mother from the Coraline film among them), but they were few and far between unless you went out of your way to find them. This was both because many big creators or corporations neglected developing the female characters in their properties, and because… There weren’t many female characters in most IPs to begin with.

And this makes me think a bit about the original culture of fujoshi in Japan, where women* fixated on M / M relationships due to 1) the freedom men were allowed in Japanese (and largely Asian) society, and 2) the distance between those fictional men and the female creator’s lived experiences and desires (which may feel too painful or shameful to delve into directly). Fujoshi used male characters as a vessel to explore their identities, emotions, sexuality, etc…

So like. I dunno. There are plenty of reasons for people to prefer playing with masculine dolls that have nothing to do with “hating women.” And I think if you want to celebrate femme characters more, and surround yourself with creators who feel the same way, you should just do that instead of being weird towards people who love masc ones.

At the end of the day, independent small artists who post their little guys FOR FREE do not owe you anything but common courtesy. They aren’t being paid to be a bastion of representation; they aren’t a corporation that profits off proliferating mass media and therefore has the responsibility to use its reach to spread tolerance. They’re literally just randos online.

[danieyells]

How do you think Frostheim timeline looks like, for now? Currently we have third-year Jin, third-year transfered Thoma, second-year Kaito, second-year Luca (international student).

There's also many people who transfered from Frostheim, like Yuri, Haku, Romeo...

I was just curious, how well do all of them probably know each other, and if some of them probably knew each other as ghouls of the same house.

Timeline. . .starting from two(almost 3 now i guess) years ago, Jin as the constant,

Jin

Jin, Haku(beginning of second year; clementia transfer), Kaito(first year), Yuri(first year)

[during or shortly after the Clash] Jin, Haku, Tohma(second year; vagastrom transfer), Kaito [Yuri transferred to Mortkranken shortly before Tohma transferred in]

[shortly after the Clash] Jin, Tohma, Kaito [Haku transferred to Hotarubi]

[now] Jin, Tohma, Kaito, Luca(second year; Emrys Academy transfer)

For everyone's relationships. . . .

Jin and Yuri were very close. Jin looked after Yuri, they have the same tastes in music and similar standards in terms of the respect with which they should be treated. They must have bonded very quickly or maybe known each other beforehand. Then Whatever Happened Happened and they both feel that the other betrayed them/sold them out, Jin lashed out violently, Yuri got scared, Tohma swooped in to help him transfer out of Frostheim despite the rule that you can only transfer starting from second year.

Jin and Haku. . .Haku was only there for like a year. And we don't really know why exactly nor to what effect--although we can guess--so it's hard to say how close they were. I think Jin was more personable before the Clash and before The Incident With Yuri so they may have at least been on decent terms, or seemed like it.

Jin and Tohma don't know each other super well, at least not on a personal level. . .? Rather, I think they know each other very well at this point--but they're mostly very at arm's length at the same time. Trying to keep it professional. In their first year we know Jin tutored Tohma sometimes, and during the Clash they were in conflict until Tohma switched sides. I think Tohma knows Jin more than Jin knows Tohma--he has to, for his goals, after all. Jin doesn't trust Tohma--he's been betrayed and abandoned over and over and Tohma comes from the enemy side saying he wants to swear fealty to him? Sus. But I think they're working things out now.

Jin and Kaito sort of know each other at arm's length but not personally. However Kaito always stays on top of gossip and what's going on around Darkwick despite wanting to stay out of any issues and trouble and drama--the picture of "I don't wanna be involved but I still wanna hear about it" lmao. So I think Kaito knows more about Jin than Jin knows about him--then again, Jin is kind of a big deal so of course he does. Jin knows Kaito is there, probably has done some research on him, but doesn't really know him personally at all.

Haku and Kaito, again, Kaito prefers to stay out of everyone else's way. He definitely knows a decent amount about everyone and what's going on, although he doesn't express it because it'd be a Situation. But he probably knows less about Haku than Jin. Haku probably doesn't know a ton about Kaito either. They're both friendly enough that they probably talked here and there and maybe Kaito was like. Well Haku's a nice guy everyone knows Haku is nice and Clementia students are chill. And Haku probably pities Kaito tbh. Clearly doesn't like being a ghoul. Clearly wants a normal life. Doesn't fit in at Frostheim. Doesn't want in the conflicts. He can relate, he also wants to take it easy.

Kaito and Yuri most likely knew of each other but Yuri was doing experiments in Frostheim too so Kaito was definitely too scared of him to engage much lmao. Yuri would have loved to experiment on Kaito but ah he's a very fast runner and Yuri is. . .not someone for physical activity. On top of that Yuri would have looked down on him for being so unintelligent in comparison to him and making Frostheim look bad and Kaito would just. Not want any part of that. Shaming Kaito won't make gen students like Yuri more and it won't change anything for Kaito so. . .no need to engage.

Yuri doesn't really know Tohma at all and while I'm sure he's glad he got his help getting out of Frostheim before Jin cut his head off and all I'm sure he finds it suspicious and. Rude? Unpleasant? That Tohma's basically taken his place. On the other hand, he doesn't want that place anymore anyway(sortakinda) so whatever! Let the brute pretend he's a gentleman. Tohma knows more about Yuri than I think Yuri knows--again, examining his options and who'll be the most effective to take advantage of in any situation is kind of part of Tohma's whole scheme I think. Though I don't think it's malicious. He saw an opportunity and he took it. Yuri thinks it's classless but expects no less.

Yuri and Haku. . .honestly I'm not sure. I think Yuri would take an interest in Haku and the lifting of curses and how it all works on a scientific level so he can understand how to heal people y'know? And Haku would probably feel like it's a whole hassle to try and teach him lmao. . .Yuri trying to study Haku who laughs it off and maybe flirts with him a bit especially because it might scare him off a little.

Haku and Tohma we know don't get along. Tohma finds Haku suspicious and untrustworthy. Haku doesn't seem to have any ill will or distrust towards him. But since when would Haku show such a thing if he did have it? I think part of why Tohma transferred to Frostheim was because he worried how Haku would influence Jin. Contrasting plans or values. They both work closely with Darkwick but that may mean they don't really trust each other in a sense--they know or suspect each other's values perhaps, or their values are in conflict. . . .

And Luca. . .well we know his current relationships with the rest of Frostheim. Determined and persistent and stubborn and hard-working, but frequently gets ahead of himself in his quick judgements which sometimes results in mistakes and problems. Jin and Tohma see potential in him but he has a lot of growing to do that they can't do for him. But also they're not too focused on him--they have their own problems to worry about. Kaito is his closest friend here and, while Kaito doesn't really like his enthusiasm(or rather what he chooses to be enthusiastic about) they're very close because Luca actually treats Kaito with kindness and friendliness. Shows him that not every rich Frostheimer is some frosty, stuck up, selfish asshole.

Romeo was never in Frostheim--I think that he wanted to be in Frostheim/associated a lot with Frostheim at first but the Frostheim general students didn't take kindly to him and he dipped, probably sometime after Yuri did. If he were in Frostheim, Kaito probably would have seen him more recently than half a year ago. He was close enough to Yuri/Frostheim that he remembers Yuri leaving Frostheim in tears. But Kaito rarely saw him until the Casino opened, so they probably didn't cross paths all that much. If Romeo associated with Frostheim it was probably with First/Second Year Jin And Friends though, so their spaces wouldn't overlap much. And since we don't know what side Sinostra was on during the Clash(or if they were neutral) we don't know if he stuck around then.

I think that about sums it up? :|a we have no reason to think Luca's met Haku just yet(seen him in passing yes, probably heard of him, but not really formed any sort of relationship--probably doesn't think highly of his lackadaisical and flirtatious nature but would apologize for the quick judgement when he realizes how hard he works) and he seems to have a neutral-positive perspective on Yuri since he trusts him as a medical professional and an expert. (Yuri probably doesn't know what to do with that--a Frostheimer? Respecting him!? A-as he should! Of course!! The others could learn from Luca!!)

I think that about sums up what we know.

[elodieunderglass]

Question about Charlie (I've stopped pulling weeds in his back garden and I'm mostly just existing here so I have company. I'm pretty sure he's noticed and deliberately isn't saying anything and I pretended I didn't hear him ask one of the children to ask me if I have any dietary restrictions but I'm not ready to leave yet):

How easy does he find it to delegate tasks? And how easy is it for him when those tasks are not done to his standards or in the way he'd have done them? Obviously this would be a regular occurrence in his household but is it a problem?

Ahahaha! Oh no! Careful or you’ll be moved in!

I think this is probably a place where Charlie has to stop and decide to “be the better person” about it, which takes practice. Although Charlie has a lazy streak and a competitive streak running insanely side-by-side, two horses locked in battle with their eyes rolling and hooves pounding in a very conflicting race (and the lazy side often winning somehow), he is also trying to be conscious of what parts of himself are Due To His Upbringing, and which parts are Charlie As A Person. Unlike everyone else on the planet, Charlie firmly believes that he can unpick these: RIP to the rest of you all but I’m different.

The thing is - his father Bill, being a very high-key impatient high-strung competitive kind of person, who perceives himself as the “self-assigned alpha male of any given situation” - is VERY complicated about other people doing things. He’s simultaneously bossy and critical - delegates tasks but can’t bear to be uninvolved. You can imagine the riding lessons he gave the kids. You can imagine what he was like in his prime, bossing around a clan of 30+ family-employees in his own miniature kingdom. Bill’s fundamentally convinced that if he orders the universe to his satisfaction, his family will be safe, and everything will be okay.

Thus, Charlie would never in his conscious experience criticise or micromanage a job he gave to another person, because that’s what Dad would do. He forces himself into the Laziness side and manages to be quite chill. None of it really matters, nothing matters, don’t worry 😎

In some ways Charlie - a reasonably senior person in his day job - is a tricker boss than Bill. If you fuck up with Bill, he just barks for five minutes and cuffs you upside the head, but genuinely thinks nothing of it. When you fuck up at work, and Charlie is your boss, he says things like “you’re empowered to handle this yourself” and “what would you do differently next time?”

It also helps that Charlie left a job/family/microcosm where he was naturally perfect at everything - without consciously doing a damn thing - for the wider world, where he couldn’t do anything well. So he can’t judge. He can’t paint a ceiling, or reach a high shelf, and he was like 20 before he even tried to cook a hot meal. He is trying to so hard to be better that at this point he probably is.

But in the specific case of pulling bindweed, are you kidding? The entire family of (n) people, where (n) is whatever number is funniest, plus neighbour children, are staring at you starry-eyed and grateful, amazed at this display of executive function. Are you kidding?! That’s the most anyone has successfully done in the garden for WEEKS. Thank you???

[lovingdabeessss]

What do you think would be Weiss' feelings about Yang consistently getting better grades than her ?

Ohhhh boyyy do I have thoughts on this

For one obviously I think she’d be kinda really upset about it

I think yangs a huge point of insecurity for Weiss for a really long time and I think this would really add to that in a bad way

A lot of Weiss’s problems in the beginning is insecurity

She has worked VERY hard throughout her life to be good at everything she does, she’s had to, that’s the standard she’s held to,

and she’s worked probably even harder to be good at this

Because she JUST started doing this, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she just got here!! She had to fight a huge fucking knight thing just to be here!!! She’s putting blood sweat and tears into every second of this but she is still new to it and nothing can fix that

Yang however

Has done this her entire fucking life, she’s a god damn legacy- which you KNOW early Weiss was obsessed with

She’s got crazy experience and general knowledge and she has it so casually

Yang simply doesn’t have to work anywhere near as hard as Weiss does to be as good as she is

And even with being very good at what they’re doing yang is also well liked!! She’s popular!!! She knows how to talk to their peers in a way Weiss feels totally alienated from

For a character defined by her loneliness to stare at a character defined by her relationships with others

And it’s made so much worse by the fact that yang, is in the beginning, the only person on her team she had any hope of getting along with

Ruby’s the leader which is a position Weiss is gunning for even after Ruby gets it, she also blew her up, shes also 2 years younger then her which is understandably infuriating when she’s made the leader, they have seemingly nothing in common at first there’s no hope

Blake fucking hates her and her whole bloodline ZERO hope there

Yang is NORMAL she got in the normal way, she’s well liked, would be great for networking, she’s good at their job AND communicating while doing it, she gets along with pretty much everyone

EXCEPT WEISS!!

To yang this is just some racist rich girl who’s a total dick to her little sister for no reason, like yeah it is weird they made the girl 2 years younger then everyone the leader but that’s NOT RUBYS FAULT!!! And Weiss is her age just totally being so rude to Ruby for no reason, AND she doesn’t get along with yangs team partner, who yang actually likes (not to mention Weiss doesn’t get along with Blake cause she’s like fantasy racist, something yangs clearly not chill with)

And to Weiss this girl is the absolute representation of all of her insecurities when it comes to proving she belongs here and when it comes to her social isolation

This would just be the nail in that coffin

Weiss would be mad because grades were probably the one thing she thought she had over yang and now she has nothing and it’s a slap in the face of how god damn hard she’s been working

Not that she’d actually vocalize it, depending on if this is before or after the white fang reveal, if it’s after she’s probably upset about it but can deal with it alright if it’s before she’s def PISSEEDDDD

This isn’t me saying yang is perfect and that everyone should be soooo jealous of her or anything

I’m saying Weiss is one of the best written characters

And everything she does makes perfect sense

And that canonically

Weiss starts out as a lonely socially isolated insecure teenager girl, who was abused in a way that made it incredibly hard for her to navigate socializing, desperate to prove herself, working as hard as possible to do everything right

And she’s constantly standing next to the canonically popular, hot, tall, “party girl” character who’s been doing this all her life, who also is immediately super chummy with both of Weiss’s other teammates with seemingly no effort and on top of it had good grades

If I was Weiss I would’ve fucking strangled yang

AND she drives a motorcycle id fucking kill her

Weiss is so strong for eventually getting along with her it’s a huge sign of how fucking mature she is to constantly be improving herself as she does in the first seasons

Which I think is super because of the fact that yangs SOOOO older sister coded

And Weiss lovesss an older sister figure

Like yeah did it definitely add to her hate at first that Ruby and yang had a relationship she’s never had with her sister? Yeah for sure

But the SECOND that they slip into friendship they’re solid cause yang also loves a younger sister figure and Weiss is SUCH a middle child

Moral of the story is that I think it would really frustrate Weiss but depending on when it’s brought up and stuff she’d probably honestly take it really well cause she’s really good at dealing with this kind of thing at this point

After having to acknowledge that racism is wrong and your entire family’s evil and the way you’ve been thinking about the world your whole life is wrong and evil and needs to change

This is probably something she gets over kinda quick

[adult-kinda]

I’d Still Choose You

Warnings: idol! Jake, fem! Reader, short little Drabble, fluff central, I was listening to work by Rihanna and got an idea

In which Jake swears he’s seeing double…

Everyday was a good day for Jake as long as he got to see you. It didn’t matter where or how, as long as it was you. What Jake loved most is that you never forced him to be anyone else with you. You didn’t make him interact with you or push him to be social and he appreciated that. Especially when he worked long days as an idol and just needed to hold you to be content.

You loved how involved Jake was. He knew your family and made sure to interact with them as much as he could. From sending gifts to your mom to even emailing a concert ticket to your young cousin who was in love with Jungwon. It always made you smile to see Jake be so integrated with the people you hoped he would call his in-laws one day.

This day wasn’t particularly hard, but not easy either. Jake was tired and just needed to see you. So he was so surprised to walk in and see “you” eating ramen in your apartment. Especially the original buldak when you only liked the carbonara.

“Y/N?” He said out loud.

You seemed to have headphones on. That wasn’t abnormal as you loved music but something felt… off. Like the uncanny valley impact.

“Who are you?” Jake shouted.

That made you turn around and oh no. No way. Absolutely not. There was something seriously off about you. Jake was beyond confused. Your face looked the same and the quirks were similar but something was not quite right. His heart didn’t get that same feeling. His brain didn’t zing the way it usually does.

“Um… hi Jake.” “You” said slightly confused.

And then from the corner of Jake’s eye he saw you, like actually you, come out of your bedroom. That’s when his neurons reacted. His heart skipped and his brain did the thing. And a little extra because you wore his shirt with a random pair of shorts. Yeah, that’s how it’s supposed to go.

So then who the fuck was this?

“Hi Jakey!” You greeted.

Jake looked between the two and he second guessed himself. That’s when he took out his phone and immediately went to call somebody.

“Who’re you calling?” You asked.

“Sunghoon.” He answered. “Need to make sure he didn’t give me weed gummies or any other drug.”

You chuckled and looked at the person at your island. “Jake I told you my twin was gonna be here.”

That’s when Jake looked up with wide eyes. “Huh? You said you had a sister not a twin!” He shouted.

You and your twin laughed. He had seen kid photos of you and yeah your sister looked identical but most kids do. But now to know you were twins? Well everything fell into place.

“Jakey, sweetie, I thought it was obvious! We have the same birthday and everything! You think the Gabby I text in my phone every year is just some random friend of mine?” You asked genuinely confused.

Jake shook his head in disbelief. “I mean I thought maybe Irish twins or a coincidence, some shit like that.”

Gabby stood up and smiled at Jake. “Well hi Jakey! I’ve been abroad for the past few years hence why we’ve never met but I’m glad we did now! I know so much about you from my sister.”

Jake shook her hand still a bit shaken from the experience.

“Honestly sis he’s a good one! He noticed that I wasn’t you right away.” Gabby commented.

That made you turn to Jake in shock. “Huh? How? We still confuse our parents!”

Jake shrugged and walked over to you. He finally gave you a proper hug and forehead kiss.

“Every time I see you my heart and brain do this thing. But when I saw her sitting and eating the ramen you don’t like? And my body stayed perfectly neutral, baby of course that wasn’t you! I know you.” He explained.

You giggled and glanced at Gabby who had sat back down to finish her food. “So even with my twin you’d still choose me?”

Jake rolled his eyes and kissed you sweetly. “That’s not even a question. I love your family and your twin seems great, I’d love to get to know her more. But no one will ever be you. No one can make me feel like you do.”

Gabby chuckled hearing his words. If the boy could decipher who’s who without even hearing them speak? Yeah Gabby approved. He was good enough for you.