#I have never been this obsessed with a character.

[kyri45]

A final letter

Hello Everyone!

The queue is paused and everything is scheduled, which means we are ready for the finale!

I know that, in the end, this was just a silly side project for me, with everything else going on in my life. But for this occasion, I wanted to drop some words here and hope they make sense.

I started watching LMK only because a friend told me there was a "Sonadow-coded" ship. I ended up consuming the entire thing in one sitting on July 10th, 2024. At the time, I was still recovering from a bike accident that had left me with a broken right forearm—unable to draw for a little over a month. (I did try drawing with my left finger, but it wasn't exactly fun.)

Not only that, but it was summer, and I couldn’t enjoy the season or practice my main sport, windsurfing. To say I was feeling the blues is an understatement. I remember being in physical pain just from not being able to draw my sillies. But then, watching LMK did something to my brain chemistry that my little undiagnosed autistic self had never experienced before. It hit so hard that I’ve been physically unable to rewatch the show SINCE that very first day. (And y’all still call me the CEO of this fandom. Bro, I just work here.)

A lot of you have asked what inspired me to start this comic or to draw LMK fan art in the first place. While my usual answer is, "I saw Shadowpeach and thought MK could be their lovechild, given his appearance," the moment that actually started it all was THIS ONE—

(I HAD TO REWATCH THIS SCENE TO MAKE THE GIF AND IT HURT ME ON A MOLECOLAR LEVEL)

I have… a thing for characters who discover their entire identity was something else all along. It consumes my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I live for identity crises, for characters who thought they knew who they were, only to be forced to rediscover themselves, their existence, and their place in the world. If you give me a story where a character has to go through that, I will like it—regardless of how bad the rest of the story is.

Pair that with loads of trauma, daddy issues, the pressure of a legacy, and world-ending stakes, and congrats! Now I’m obsessed, and I will not stop thinking about it for the rest of my days!

At first, my brain just wanted to release some of that energy with a small, four-panel post about the monkeys discovering that MK was technically their kid.

That was supposed to be it.

But since I never seem to learn my lesson, it didn’t stay like that. Because once I started drawing, I just... continued.

And

I

never

stopped.

A lot of you have also asked how I found the motivation to draw so much, to never take a break. Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it one last time: I am my number one fan. No matter how much you laughed, cried, screamed, or went feral over this story, I did all of that and more. Because I got to think about the chapters months before they released. I got to daydream about them. I got to watch them come to life—first through sketches, then line art, then dialogue. And finally, I got to witness your reactions and see the incredible creations you made, inspired by my story.

So yeah, in a way, it was almost an addiction. A good addiction. Because, for the first time in my life, I actually understood what loving art means.

I’ve been drawing for ten years, working professionally for five, but I never loved art before. I just liked it because I happened to be good at it. But creating this comic made me understand why artists say, "Oh, I’ve loved drawing since I was a child!" This was the first time I allowed myself to create purely for my own enjoyment. Something I hadn’t had the privilege to do for a long time.

Other than making me feel even more single than I already was, this story somehow also helped me a little with my own family relationships. So yeah. Crazy how the gay monkeys changed my life.

Of course, I never could have predicted how much traction my AU would gain. Man, y’all were really starving to latch onto something this silly. /j

But yeah—thank you. Thank you for sticking around until the end, for having the patience and trust to follow the story even when I made you rage with angst and cliffhangers. (The statement in my bio still stands: I am not responsible for any physical or emotional damage my art has caused.)

I’m absolutely shit at thanking people, or at writing, or at talking in general, honestly. I’m the furthest thing from being good with words, so I hope the final chapter will be enough to show you my gratitude.

Through this story, I met so many wonderful, talented people. I watched as fans across different platforms found each other through memes and fanart of the AU. I saw artists start their own AUs inspired by mine, growing their own communities. I witnessed an explosion of creativity and collaboration through our takeovers. And I laughed along with you all.

And yeah—at its core, this story has always been about love. Whether it’s platonic, sibling, parental, romantic, or whatever the hell Mac and Wukong had going on for millennia.

At its heart, it’s a story about family.

And maybe, in the end… the real family wasn’t just the one in the comic, but the one we’ve found together along the way. 💛

See you all at the finale.

Love you all, freaks /affectionate

Jade

[ddejavvu]

Hiii, hope you’re doing well! I’ve been obsessed with rewatching The Nanny and there’s this episode where Fran (the mc) reveals she has a tattoo but not the place, which leads to Maxwell (her love interest who she has an absurd amount of tension with) wondering where it is. Fran teases him constantly, and Maxwell checks her out endlessly and spends his time thinking about the tattoo and how hot it is that she has one. Could you write smth like this for poly!marauders? Maybe when theyre friends or at the start of their relationship. Honestly you could pull so many ideas from this series for fanfic. Thank youu so much!

"It's gotta be a tramp stamp." Sirius decides, "There's no other place on her body she'd be trying to hide from us."

"She could show us her back," James scoffs, "I bet it's, like, on her thigh or something. Y'know, right by the- well, she'd have to take off her pants. That's why she won't tell us."

"Maybe it's between her tits." Sirius snickers, "Or right on her left asscheek."

"Why the left and not the right?" Peter asks, "Maybe it goes across both."

"Right. It's James on one side and Potter on the other." James nods, blinding grin in full force, "She just can't admit that to me or she'd be embarrassed."

"Nice try." Remus had refrained from joining the conversation until now, but he leans in to murmur, "Marlene says she's seen it before."

"Where is it?" Sirius's eyes blow wide, surely jealous of the Gryffindor girl, "And what is it?"

"She wouldn't say." Remus admits, "But that means we're probably right. It's somewhere she can't show us."

"It's confirming our hypothesis." James nods, mouth set in a thoughtful expression, "We're using the scientific method."

"You're a genius," Remus snorts, "Anyways, I'll keep asking around."

"I'll ask Lily," James hums, faux-casually, "I think this time she'll-"

"She'll never tell you. I'll ask Lily." Sirius decides, "And you stick to Alex."

James's nose scrunches in displeasure at the thought of having to interrogate your unsavory ex, but their curiosity is eating them alive. They make to get up and fan out to search for more clues, but you come and plop down on the bench beside Peter, your hand already reaching for one of the breakfast platters.

"Morning boys." You hum, and Remus's eyes catch on black ink dotted over the base of your ring finger, "How was practice, James?"

"What's on your finger?" Remus blurts before James can begin rambling, and he realizes that the ring you typically wear is absent.

"Oh." You glance at your hand, shoulders stiffening slightly as you realize your secret is out, "I forgot my ring."

"That's your tattoo?" Sirius exclaims, incredulous and feeling just a little cheated, "Two letters? On your finger? What's scandalous about that?"

"I never said it was scandalous! I just said it was embarrassing." You defend yourself, "And it is."

"What is it?" James asks, and perhaps he's the only one that could have gotten it out of you, with the gentleness permanently present in his voice.

You groan, "It's the initials of a boy I like, okay?"

Sirius's head jerks back, surprised, "Were you together?" Then his eyes narrow further, "Are you together?"

"No! No, we're not together, he's-" You stammer, stuffing a bite of egg into your mouth to delay the inevitable, "He's not even real."

Silence and confused looks greet you, and you sigh, voice dejected, "He's a character from a book. Okay? And I was a little drunk and I thought it'd be a good idea for a stick-and-poke, but it was not as temporary as I thought it'd be."

"He's pretend." Sirius realizes, glee filling out his expression and making him beam, "You've got a fake man's initials on your ring finger!"

"Here comes the bride," James snickers, "Marrying a bloody book."

"Easy boys, let's not tease her." Remus seemingly takes pity on you, nudging his foot against yours beneath the table, "She's gonna be pretty beat up when he doesn't show for the wedding - we shouldn't make things worse."

[kelin-is-writing]

EVERYONE ASSEMBLE?!?! New Dabi Action Figure dropped and HELLO THERE?!?! 😳💙

[rafescherie]

I was wondering if you could do something like reader tries to get rafe’s attention but he’s focused on video gaming so she starts being sexual to get his attention and then it turns into smut :)

growing tired of being ignored while rafe plays video games, you decide to get up to more mischievous activities, if it means finally getting his attention.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. slight choking, 'aggressive' rafe, oral (male receiving).

cherie's note — thank you for the request anon<3! having so much writing requests for you guys ♡(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡ hopefully you like it!

he had been at this for hours now, thumbs furiously and rapidly clicking on the poor controller joysticks, the noise filling rafe's room. the glow from the television screen casted sharp shadows across his face, jaw locked in focus, lips slightly parted as he muttered curses under his breath. each move topper and kelce made seemed to aggravate rafe further, built up tension lingering as you wandered back into his bedroom.

you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over your doughy chest, watching him. how long had it been? two hours? three? you had long lost track. it wasn't like you expected much different — rafe got obsessive about things. when he locked onto something, he didn't let go. and right now? that something wasn't you.

annoying.

you padded softly across the room, slow and deliberate, before sinking onto the floor in front of him, right between his legs. you lean back on your heels, resting your chin softly on his knees, looking up at him through your lashes.

if you didn't know him so well, you might've thought he forgot you were there, but the way his fingers flexed over the controller, jaw tensing, told you otherwise. he knew. he just wasn't acknowledging you.

fine. two could play that game.

you drag your manicured nails up the inside of his thighs, featherlight, slow. no reaction. you pressed a little harder, nails scraping lightly against his skin where his shorts had ridden up. still nothing.

rude.

"you've been at this all night." your voice was syrupy sweet, but there was an edge beneath it.

he lets a heavy sigh fall from his lips, "not now."

"rafe..." you whine, bottom lip plump as you pout.

"i said not now," his voice is rough, blue eyes flickering down for only a second to look at you.

but you don't care.

he's been ignoring you for the last hour, the least he could do is give you more than just a glance, right?

"please" you breathe, hands slipping under the fabric of his hoodie. your pretty pale pink nails lightly scratch down his abs, lower and lower, until—

"fuck, cut it out," he snaps, jerking away just as the screen flashes a deep red — his character, dead.

silence hangs between you, thick and charged. the tension in the air is almost suffocating. rafe's breathing is heavy, fingers flexing, jaw clenched so tight you think he might break the teeth in his mouth.

the controller clatters against the desk.

before you could react, rafe's hand was in your hair, tightening just enough to tilt your head back, forcing your gaze to his. the action causes your breath to hitch in your throat, stomach swarming with butterflies with the anticipation of the consequences of your own actions. his chest rose and fell, his blue eyes flickering between frustration and something darker.

"you think you're real funny, don't you?" his voice is low, sharp — dangerous.

you only smiled, letting your hands skate up his thighs again, nails just barely digging in. "i think you love the attention."

his grip in your hair tightened, but not enough to hurt — just enough to hold you there, his free hand tipping your chin up further. "you're a fucking brat."

"and yet, you're finally looking at me instead of that stupid game."

his breath hitched, and then his fingers slid lower, wrapping around your throat, thumb pressing just enough to make you swallow hard. his touch wasn't rough — it never was, just firm enough to keep you where he wanted you.

a slow smirk ghosted over his lips. "you really want my attention that badly?"

you didn't answer, just let your hands skate higher up his legs, knowing exactly how to push him. his grip tightened, just a little, his thumb brushing over your pulse point like he could feel how fast it was racing.

his eyes flicker over your face, drinking in every thin shift of expression, every flicker of defiance in your gaze. "be careful what you wish for."

you smirk, voice barely above a whisper, "make me regret it."

something inside of him just, snaps — the final straw within the storm of his frustrations finding it's way out as you challenge back.

oh, you had done it this time.

one minute, you're sitting on your knees in front of him, watching him through wispy lashes innocently, and the next? he's pushing your mouth down further on him, the loud noises of strangled breaths and gagging filling the once tense room.

he lulls his head back against his gaming chair, eyes screwing shut. every other time he'd be forced back into the spawn room, mercilessly killed on his video game, it only seemed to edge his frustrations on. but now? he was almost thankful for it, taking each force of restarting as an opportunity to push your head down onto his throbbing cock.

his hands return back to the controller, but his focus is elsewhere, clearly. you gasp for air with each release of his hand from your hair, wrapping your smaller hand around his dick as you pump, desperate to help him reach his peak. the mixture of pre-cum and your own thick, stringy saliva drenches his length, making it so much easier for your tongue to glide against his glistening swollen cock.

"fuck," he mutters, the headset on his head probably capturing each sound. you prayed he had muted his microphone before he spoke, but it was past the point of caring at this point, panties absolutely soaked from the situation you had evidently dug yourself into. "just like that... dirty fuckin' girl, just needed daddy's cock to gag on. shut you up good, huh?"

and it was true, despite the moans you could hardly contain, vibrating against him, you were choosing to behave, for now. another hour of waiting for him, and things would be different. but you were content, sat on your knees, between his thick thighs.

his hand connects with your hair once more, pushing your head down further. every time he felt your throat constrict around his thickness, his breath hitched. tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill the longer he holds your head down.

"you're fucking gross, you know that?" he half-moans, coming off as a disbelieving chuckle. "couldn't fucking wait, could you?"

his cock twitches, the feeling familiar on your warm, wet tongue. he's close — if it wasn't for the throaty groans and whimpers falling from his lips, the light grinding and bucking of his hips give it all away.

"gonna cum all over that pretty little tongue," he sighs out, face scrunching as he tilts his head up towards the ceiling. "you're gonna swallow it too, y'owe me after making me lose my damn game."

and he does. deliciously, too.

his thick creamy seed fills your mouth quickly, stomach pooling at the feeling. it's warm, and sticky, and you take it down like a fucking champ, just like you were instructed.

his grip on your hair tightens for a second before he pulls his hand away. instead, his fingers dig into the sensitive skin of your throat once more, his grip soft and steady. he looks down at you, eyes dark, filled with something that made your pulse quicken. he exhaled sharply, lips brushing against your forehead before he presses a steady kiss on your flushed skin. "still bored?"

your fingers curled around his wrist, not to pull him away — but to keep him there. a slow, knowing smile spread on your lips. "not anymore."

[aangarchy]

Opinions. I have them and I want to share them. On the Netflix live action specifically.

It's a little over a year since the release of Netflix ATLA and since then I've kind of just been stewing on it angrily as if it's insulted my mother or something, and there's more things that I've been meaning to say that I never mentioned in my original reviews, specifically on why I think this live action is doomed to fail. It all has to do with media literacy, because these writers don't seem to fucking have any.

An example I want to talk about is the waterbending scroll. I want to bring this up specifically because this is a mistake m night shyamalan's movie also made. I will be referring to them as Natla (netflix atla) and tla (the last airbender movie).

Both natla and tla have the waterbending scroll in their story. I'm sure the writers gave themselves a pat on the back for including this important story element. But what is very apparent is that they do not understand why this scroll is in the story, because in both live actions Katara gets handed the scroll by someone. In tla she gets it handed by strangers who tell her it was stolen from her people by the fire nation and that she should be given it back. In natla, she gets handed the scroll from gran gran. In both of these instances this scroll can be replaced with literally any other object. It could be a rock that strengthens a bender, it could be a letter written by someone, it could be a stick. In both versions, the narrative reason for the scroll being there in the first place is missing completely.

In the original show, the scroll is specifically part of the story to develop Katara's character, because she doesn't just get it handed to her, she steals it. And it's a decision she makes herself without discussing it with anyone else. Katara going out of her way to steal the scroll from pirates, and not really seeing an issue with it because the pirates stole it from someone else first, tells us a lot about Katara's moral compass and how she sometimes likes to twist her ethics to fit her own narrative. In any other instance Katara would tell people stealing is wrong. Literally later on in book 3 she tells Toph something similar, that she can't just scam people just because they were scamming her. But because this scroll is something she desperately wants so she can improve her own waterbending, she tells herself it's fine to steal this because it didn't belong to those pirates in the first place. She believes as a waterbender she has more right to own this scroll than those pirates do. It shows us how committed she is to learning waterbending and connecting to that part of her culture, because she's willing to go quite far in order to achieve this. Later though she gets faced with the consequences of her own actions, because stealing the scroll lead to the pirates teaming up with Zuko and chasing her and her friends, which ends up endangering Aang.

In this episode she also obsesses over the scroll to a toxic degree. One of the excuses she uses to justify her stealing it is because she wants Aang to learn too. But it becomes obvious that this is just an excuse, because she tries to claim the scroll for herself by saying Aang can have his turn after she learns, even though it's kind of more prudent for Aang to learn first as the Avatar (because the episode before this we literally just learned about the comet and our end of summer deadline to learn all four elements). It shows that Katara isn't some goodie two shoes, and that she has some ugly sides to her. She can be sneaky, selfish, stubborn, immature, and has difficulties letting go when she has her mind set on something. Then when Aang gets caught by Zuko she realizes that she caused all of this, and she apologizes to Aang who then tries to be a good boy and tell her it isn't her fault, but then Iroh kind of throws it back in her face that yeah, this is in fact her fault.

This episode also shows us development between Aang and Katara's relationship. We learn that Aang being naturally better at something is a difficult thing for Katara to swallow, and while Aang tries to make her feel better by encouraging her and telling her she's a great teacher, he doesn't manage to solve the problem which is that she feels inferior to him here. Later on, he acknowledges that just like him, Katara is a waterbender. She doesn't just know some waterbending moves, she IS a waterbender. Then they work together to escape, this makes Katara feel better, and it strengthens their bond.

This entire plotline is the reason for the waterbending scroll existing in the original storyline, but all of that is missing from both live actions even though they also have the waterbending scroll in their story. I'm sure these live action writers don't see the problem, they probably think the pirate episode is just filler they can cut without consequences, because the scroll is the only thing that's retained in the rest of the story after this episode. But that's simply not the case. This episode is much more consequential, even though it's not immediately obvious or visible, and that's what these live action writers do not seem to grasp, which is what I mean when I say they lack media literacy. They think the only thing that makes that episode worthwhile is the object that is obtained, and because they don't want to go through the hassle of adapting the whole pirate episode the only element they keep is the scroll. But everything about this scroll and why it's narratively necessary is removed.

This lack of understanding of character development and how to write a good story is why Katara's character is so bland in both live actions. All her agency gets removed. She doesn't decide to steal the scroll, she doesn't decide to help Aang save the world, she doesn't decide to ignore Sokka's instincts on Jet, she doesn't decide to deliberately ignore the northern watertribe's customs on bending.

The worst part for natla specifically is that the writers seem to understand that certain moments in the show need to happen, but they don't understand why. Katara needs to fight Pakku because she's so angry about the northern watertribe's sexism, this ties in to Sokka's sexism earlier in the season. She went through the trouble of traveling all the way to the north, stealing a waterbending scroll, getting burned by Aang on accident to discover her healing abilities, and now she's being told she can't train to fight simply because she's a girl? She's been confronted with sexism her whole life and she knows she's capable of more, so she's done succumbing to it, she fights the patriarchy by fighting Pakku. In natla she fights him too, but her anger lies solely with Pakku not willing to teach her, and not with sexism as a whole. She didn't fight that whole season in natla in order to learn waterbending, she just simply trained a bit and got better because boys told her she was strong, so there's no anger for her to feel towards Pakku because there's no buildup. The writers know the Pakku fight needs to happen but they removed everything in the story that leads to Katara fighting Pakku.

A similar thing happens with certain side characters. The writers understand that Teo and The Mechanist are important characters, and we need to add them so we can have them show up for the invasion too. But they don't understand what their purpose was in the original show in the first place, which was character development for Aang. Similar with Jet, he was there for Sokka's character, this episode showed us Sokka is intuitive and intelligent, but doesn't get taken seriously because he's the goofy nonbender older brother. That also gets removed in natla, because Sokka doesn't even interact with Jet more than once. He doesn't even get told Jet's name at all!

This is the biggest writing flaw that is recurring throughout the whole first season of natla, and probably won't be solved in the next seasons. I've seen a lot of people say natla is good because they got more things right than tla, but imo natla is just as bad as tla with similar reasons. Just because the costumes looked more like the original, or because they added more things that happened in the original than the movie did, does not mean natla is good whatsoever. I'd argue it kind of even makes it worse, because natla shows the trouble these people went through to have more accuracy than the shyamalan movie, and yet they still missed the mark this badly. I'm honestly angrier at this live action than the movie, and I might not be the only one.

[soggyriceee]

Omg, I’m obsessed with your writing, girllll! The other CoD characters can fight me, but König is ride or die🥵..

Could you write a story where the reader has been in a relationship with König for years? And it’s that gruff, dominant König, you know what I mean—then they get into an argument, things get heated, and boom… BOOMBAYA PERIODT.

watch your mouth | konig

/mean konig, dom and sub dynamic, choking, konig just really isn’t rocking with your nasty ass attitude after you come home from a rough day at class/

konig was usually very sweet. he never yelled at you, the idea of hitting you never even crossed his mind once. he was kind but he didn’t play games either.

his patience with you definitely grew as your relationship built up. however, you had your days as one does, and he was usually really good at working arouns your sassy responses and facial expressions. but tonight was much different

you had failed your math exam for class, bringing you grade down to a whopping C-. you were a very studious person it was something Konig found sexy about you. he liked that you had plans for your future and worked towards them. not that he wouldn’t complain once abojt you being his stay at home wife, but he also didn’t want to push that lifestyle onto you.

“well just take the retest libe.. it’ll be alright.” he said, leaning against the door frame as he watched you chuck your bag and books all over the just cleaned room. “that’s not the point!” you yelled a bit too loud.

but you couldn’t help it. your body was shaking with anger. you always had a feeling your math teacher disliked you. but once you compared answers with your friend you realized math was just a topic you struggle with. and that made you even more angry

he held his tongue, before speaking again. “my love youre getting a bit loud. i wanna help but you aren’t even actually talking to me, youre yelling.” again, patient.

however you didn’t like how he spoke to you. he wasn’t mean, but you didn’t like how you were mad and he spoke to you with that fake ass soft voice. it felt like he was trying to talk to you like you were a child. you might be acting like one, but you weren’t one.

“konig leave me the fuck alone.” you said bluntly, pushing past him and making your way to the bathroom. it was your “me” space for when you wanted to get away from Konig. when you locked yourself in there, he knew to leave you alone for at least ten minuets before checking on you.

but this time, his patience was more than thin. he had a bad day himself! and you didn’t even bother to ask, just yell at him.

his hand quickly gripped your wrist, yanking you back into the bedroom. yelping, you tried to push off him but of course, what business did you have overpowering a 6 foot man like Konig?

he shoved you on the bed, his chest heaving. it was scary sure, but this just made you even more pissed. as soon as you went to speak he grabbed your jaw, holding it still. “i don’t care how bad a day you had” he does, “you watch your mouth and tone when speaking to me.”

his eyes shot daggers into your softening ones, the pumping in your heart moving down between your legs now. you whimpered softly, your eyes shooting down. “look at me.” he growled.

when your eyes didn’t meet his, he huffed. it’s not that you were scared of him hell no. it’s that you were still angry and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of listening to him.

his hands worked quick to shove you down, pressing his hand against your throat as your back hit the mattress. his eyes pierced into you, his neck vein bulging out. again, konig already had a bad day. dealing with you’re nasty attitude was not going to be it was going to finish.

“i told you look at me didn’t i?” he growled, his face almost pressing against yours now. his breath hot and low as he spoke. when you whimpered a yes into his palm, he hummed, nodding his head softly. “didn’t listen did you?”

his other hand made its way around your body, teyinf to distract you. slow and small circles against your hips, eyes scanning your face. a small , fake smile spread on his lips as he got closer to your pulsing cunt.

when he grazed his fingers over your crotch, your hips bucked up, feigning for more than just that. he shook his head, tsk-ing at your desperate reaction. “if you weren’t so mean to me maybe this pussy would be getting some attention.” he smirked, looking down as he continued to make small, light handed circles against it.

your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on what little feeling he was giving you. youve cum just from his voice alone while he was away killing people, you could finish from just this too.

but konig was fully aware of the effect he had on your body, how easy it was for you to come undone for him, pathetic really. his fingers stopped focusing on your covered cunt, and moved their way up your body instead.

his hand remained on your mouth, annoyed by youre voice enough today. “wanna apologize?” he finally asked, his finger sliding up and under your sweater to your bra.

the more you tried to apologize, the firmer and deeper his hand would push you into the mattress. he smiled to himself, listening to you get more and more muffled. “no?” he asked, eyes meeting yours, flashing his amusement.

he shrugged, mumbling an “okay” before wrapping his fingers arouns your pants, pulling them down. his hands pushed your legs apart, not that he really had to anyways, sighing at the wet spot already on your panties. “so easy..” he mumbled, pressing his thumb rifht in the middle of it.

your eyes closed, a sigh of relief coming from you as his thumb worked it way against your clit. but it wasn’t enough.

he didn’t apply much pressure at all, and the speed was just terrible. it felt good sure, but it wasn’t enough to get you off.

your hands began reaching for his, trying to get them to move even a bit faster. but he was quick, slapping them away. “you think you deserve anything from me right now? take what i give you.” he said, pointing his finger in your face as a angry parent would to their child.

you whined, pushing your hips up. a muffled please could be heard from you, but he didn’t care. his thumb went back to the lazy pace he had, watching as your hips bucked up and pleaded for more.

he felt his cock press right against his leg, groaning at the throbbing sensation. he had already been waiting for you to get home to abuse and use your pussy. you’re making him wait now, and that didn’t make konig so happy ..

your head pressed into the mattress, tears streaming down your face as he worked you through your third orgasm. it was too much, way more than you were begging him for. “oh poor baby.. thought you wanted this no�� begged for it so much now this pussy cant take it?” he said from behind, rubbing his hand up and down your back as his hips pushed in and out of your dripping cunt.

your legs shook violently, barely able to hold you up. your kind grew fuzzy, hands gripping the sheets below you. words were unable to be formed, leaving you with no way to speak up.

konig watched you from above, smiling to himself and the work he’s done. he hasn’t dared to cum, wanting to abuse and use you for just a bit more. plus it was fun seeing you suffer like this.

his hips began picking up the pace again, letting you know he wasn’t close to being down with you at all. “she’s taking me so well..” he cooed, rubbing his hands on your red ass as he watched your cunt leak for him. “p-please” you sobbed, your shaky arms going to push him away.

he simply took them however, pinning them against your back as he shoved himself back into you. it was all too much. your body shook beneath him, begging him to stop his attack on you. “just tell me your sorry bunny..” he said, head falling back as he felt his high creep up on him again.

you sobbed apologies, even looking back to meet his eyes. but your eyes, dilated and teary, only made his balls tighten as you spewed apologies at him. “i’m sorry konig .. p-please i cant take .. i cant take it!”

he growled down at you, shoving your head back into the mattress. he watched as your ass moved against him, your shaky limbs and the way your juices covered his cock. his fingers duh into your scalp, gripping your hair as his cum painted your insides, ropes shooting deep inside as he fucked himself throufh it.

for the first time that night he sounded so pathetic, so whiny. his eyes rolled back , tongue sticking out as his hips rocked back and forth. “f-fuck..” he grumbled, coming back to Earth to the sight of your worn out body.

you were so happy he had finished, only to feel his hips begin to rock once again. “that doesn’t sound believable enough..” he would whisper into your ear, smiling as you let another choked sob into the mattress.

konig if you were real id never tap out I SWEAR

[sugurouge]

and in return you give hell : death! geto suguru x f!reader

"death is certain, but killing doesn't have to be ugly."

DARK CONTENT, MDNI ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ alternative universe, no sex, stalking, blackmail, manipulation, jealousy, envy, obsession, yandere themes, noncon foreplay, possessiveness, major character death, deadly sickness, pet names (little one, my love, beautiful), reader is a nurse for context — 3.5k words

summary: inspired by the fairytale death's messengers, you find a man, wounded beyond mortal comprehension, at your doorstep and nurse him back to health.

a/n: part of @ljubimaya's 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

It all begins with a stranger laying at your doorstep, looking on the verge of death. 

His body is umoving, wrapped in the kind of silence that only the most severe of injuries can bring. A man cloaked in black, fallen to the ground as though the world had dealt him its harshest blow. His long, dark hair clings to his skin, sticky with sweat and grime. His face,  pale and sharp like the edge of a knife, is twist in pain.

Something about him seems out of this world, and yet, he looks so very human in his pain. Truth be told, all you yearn for is a warm bath after your draining nightshift, but instead there is another stray cat at your doorstep—desperate for the tender care of your hands. 

The people in your town are not only used to your kindness, they even take advantage of it—which is exactly why this man had been left at your door in the dead of night. 

You can’t refuse. It is in your kind-hearted nature to try, to heal, to save.

Kneeling beside him, you brush damp strands of his long, dark hair from his face, revealing features so flawless they seem carved by ancient stone masters. Despite his seeming strength—broad shoulders, a body hardened by something far beyond mere labour—he looks fragile. A strange dichotomy. 

“Hey,” you murmur, with your shaking fingers reaching for his ice-cold hand. “Can you hear me?”

His eyes hold an eerie emptiness as they flutter open to meet your curious ones. Their colour, rare as musgravite jewels, only alienate the man further. Subconsciously, you lean in, searching the depth of his dark stare, yet he was the one who found answers: Deciphering your entire life story with one glance alone.

“Help me,” he whispers, his voice rough yet strangely melodic. He tries to sit up, but slumps back down with a low groan. “Who did this to you?” you asked carefully , curiously. His injuries are unlike any you have ever seen before, the cuts too deep, the bruises too dark. He gives a low chuckle which quickly turns into a cough. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, little one.” Despite the sharp edges of his situation, he sounds oddly amused.

“I…” You looked around helplessly. “Allow me,” you start a sentence you leave unfinished, the pain you are about to cause something you can’t prepare him for either way as you muster up the strength to help him rise to his feet.

His lips curl into a faint smirk, entertained by this adorable little mortal trying her best to help him. “You’re braver than you look.” Yet a wince quickly follows his mockery once you slip an arm under his shoulders to help him up. His body is heavy against yours, lean and strong but cold as ice. 

It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders once he finally rests on your couch.

─── ♱

For days, he stays in your little haven. Basking in your tender care as you nurse him through the worst of it, never daring to ask questions. Something tells you it is best not to find out certain details of the world.

However, it is difficult to ignore the way his presence lingers in the room, like something else, something darker. The air seems colder around him, the shadows in the room longer and sharper. 

But you ignore it all. After all, he needs you.

Eventually, you come to know his name—Suguru, he said, though it rolled off his tongue with a strange weight that made you think it wasn’t the whole truth. He speaks little about himself, and when he does, his words carry an air of melancholy, as if he was recounting memories from a lifetime far from yours.

And yet, as you press a damp cloth to his forehead, your eyes lingering a moment too long on the curve of his lips and the sharpness of his jaw, you couldn’t deny there was more to this. A pull, as if his very presence beckoned you closer.

You can’t help but notice the strength in his body, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin when he moves, the quiet beauty in his features when he sleeps. 

In those tranquil moments, you find yourself watching him more than you should. There is an unexpected grace to him. It’s impossible not to stare at his full lashes or his ebon hair spilling over his shoulders.

But there is more to him. He carries an aura that makes the air feel heavier, making your skin prickle with unease. You tell yourself it was the mystery of him, the way he seems to exist just outside the realm of normalcy.

─── ♱

When he finally recovers enough to leave, he hesitates on your doorway, his tall frame casting a large shadow over you. “Do you know who I am?” he asks, his tone low and solemn.

You know his name. But it doesn’t appear to be of importance at that moment. So you shake your head, hesitating momentarily before you speak. “No. Does it matter?”

His lips curl into a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He takes you by surprise the moment his cold lips linger against your forehead, fingertips encasing your chin to peer into your gentle eyes one more time. “I am Death,” he says simply. “The end of all things. The one who comes for every soul.”

You stare at him, your mind scrambling to process his words. The nervous chuckle escaping you is a reaction Geto is already used to. 

“That’s… not funny.”

“I am not joking.”

The look in his eyes tells you is earnest. Upon which your body subconsciously shifts into flight mode, with small steps taken backwards and away from the man you come to care for. “If you’re Death, then why are you here? Why did you need my help?”

For the first time his expression softens, just a fraction. “I was careless. Even Death is not invincible.”

You can‘t seem to find a reply for his nonsense.

“You saved me,” he continues, “and for that, I owe you a debt. I cannot undo what I am, but I can promise you this: I will not take you prematurely, and notwithout warning. When your time comes, I will send my messengers first, to prepare you.”

There was no kindness in his voice, no warmth. It was a statement, a fact, nothing more.

You nod slowly, though you’re not even sure why you offer him as much. You thought much of Geto, but didn’t expect him to be mentally unstable.

That day, he left his first curse with you. A small, deformed creature clinging to your shoulder, allowing Death to keep an eye on his chosen one.

─── ♱

Months passed, the seasons cycle through and the strange encounter becomes a brushed away dream. But the memory of his touch—cold and consuming—lingers. Even as you return to your life, throwing yourself back into work, an eeriness remains, like something shares your life force and weighs you down. 

You try to distract yourself from the growing discomfort, attempt to focus on healing others and ignoring the strange pull that lingers inside your chest.

But Death did not forget you.

When spring gives way to summer for a third time, you meet him—a kind man, with soft eyes and a gentle touch, someone who brings you comfort in the simplicity of his affection. He holds your hand with care, kisses your forehead with a tenderness that soothes any ache. His words, though few, are always full of warmth. 

It feels like a reward for the care you give to others, for your patience and your love. Maybe this was your chance at true happiness. 

And for a while, you allow yourself to be happy. You allow yourself to believe that maybe there can be a future with him, a simple life. With your new love, you feel safe, content. His touch is warm, reassuring, and his presence a balm to your soul.

It drives Death to madness. 

His jealousy surges through his very being, twisting the air around him until it becomes suffocating. How can you moved on so easily? Why are you giving his gift away to another man? You belong to him. 

Maybe promises are made to be broken, Suguru concludes, as his sanity boils away while witnessing you giving yourself to another.

Death knows no surrender. From that night on, he is there, always just out of sight. You catch glimpses of him in reflections, feel his presence in the cold that settles around you in the dead of night. He doesn’t speak, but you know it is him. 

Death. 

Watching. 

Waiting.

He has been patient enough. It is time for you to come to him, to remember who you are truly meant to be with. 

He sends a second curse. A cough. Harmless at first, just a light tickle in your throat, nothing alarming. So you dismiss it, believing it is simply a sign of the summer heat or the impeding change of the seasons. But as the days pass it grows worse. You find yourself coughing more, unable to breathe properly, your chest tightening with each passing hour as though something was pressing down on your lungs. 

It isn’t a cold. It isn’t something you can just sleep off. Something is wrong.

“Do you love him?” 

A deep voice often asks in your dreams. The question rings in your memory over and over again. Something about the tone was eerily familiar yet unknown all at once.

The sensation of someone watching you—the same suffocating, chilling presence you have tried so hard to forget—returns. Creeping into your life, even as you fight it with all your strength. 

He stalks you at night, a shadow that seems to grow stronger with every passing day. His jealousy consumes him, his need for you becoming a twisted obsession. And even while your lover comes to you, offering comfort and warmth, Suguru is there, lurking in the background, claiming you in ways that no mortal can ever comprehend.

You begin to distance yourself from your fiance, afraid that the illness might be contagious. Retreating into the silence of your home, shielding society from your misery, you isolate yourself. 

The cough, now violent, rackes your body.

By autumn, a third curse has joined. A fever that seeps into your veins, leaving you bedridden on your worst days. You visited doctors, tried medication, but nothing seems to help. Your body grows weaker, your once-bright eyes dull through exhaustion and pain.

But no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape it.

You can’t escape him.

You wake in the middle of the night to find him standing at the foot of your bed, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. “Are you truly here?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t answer, only tilting his head, as if studying you. His presence is suffocating, a reminder of the mortality you can’t escape. You hate him for it, and yet, part of you longs for the man you once cared for, the man who looked so vulnerable in your arms.

"You’re unwell, aren’t you?" His voice is smooth, deep, exactly like the one that haunts your memory.

You nod hesitantly. “I’ve been sick for weeks… I’m not sure what’s going on.”

His smile deepens in faux-compassion, an expression that makes your blood run cold. "I can help with that, my dear."

Though, before you can respond, he disappears, lost in the shadows. But his words linger in your mind like a curse. 

─── ♱

Your final scene begins.

By now you are barely hanging on. The fever consumes you, leaving you delirious and weak.The wish of experiencing another Christmas seems like an impossible dream, your apartment is a cold, abandoned place. A mirror of your body, devoid of any love and comfort. 

And as you lie there, weak and frail, your mind begins to fill with dreams—no, not dreams, not anymore.

Death visits uninvited, when you are too weak to stop him. Night after night, you awake to the feeling of a cold touch on your skin, a whisper in your ear sweet like poison, the unmistakable presence of Suguru. His lips brush against your neck, his hands caress your fevered body, and all the while, his voice murmurs in that low, dangerous tone.

"My love... my beautiful, fragile love. Soon, I will no longer be a shadow to you. Soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one.”

It drives you insane. You want to scream, want to beg him to leave you in peace, but the words won’t come. Instead, you awake again, breathless and panicked, the sensation of his touch lingering on your skin like a phantom ache.

Whenever your frantic eyes search the room, you find no sign of him. No shadow, no dark figure standing by your bed. And yet, you can feel him. He is there, in your bones, chilling you to your very core.

The cough that started in summer leads to your grand finale in the depth of winter, when the world grows cold and lifeless.

The night before Christmas, the fever burns like wildfire. Each breath feels like a battle, your body wracked with shivers that no blanket may calm. In your hopelessness, you think of him—the man you once nursed back to health. Death. And in your fevered delirium, you curse him.

That’s when he returns.

The air grows still, unnaturally so. Shadows gather, thick and impenetrable, until they shape into a figure at the edge of your bed. Him.

“My love,” he nearly purrs, his voice laced with something dark and possessive. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating, you can’t help but shrink back into your bed.

“You should have known better than to entertain another,” Death muses, his tone soft, almost sweet, yet dipped in venom. “Did you think I would not see? Did you think I would let another have you?”

Tears dance along your lash line, your head shakes softly from left to right until you feel dizzy. “I didn’t... I wasn’t… You promised me—”

“Shh.” He is beside you now, his cold fingers brushing against your burning cheek. “It doesn’t matter, my dear. You’re mine. You always have been.” 

The chill of his touch feels like relief, one that you can’t refuse but lean into and yet it sends a shiver of fear through you. His gaze lingers on you, drinking in your frailty, the way your body trembles, the way your chest heaves with laboured breaths. It is as though every part of you—the sickness, the weakness—was a testament to his power over you.

You make him feel mighty.

He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your face. His lips curve into a wicked smile, that when you come to realise that he is overjoyed. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. This very moment is Death’s personal heaven.

"I’ve waited so long," Suguru whispers, his voice low and dripping with dark affection. "So long to see you this way, fragile, weak… yearning for me."

His lips press to your neck, icy and unrelenting, stealing the warmth from your skin with each display of affection. His hands claim every inch of you that monkey dared to taint with his mortal hands. 

The tension between you and Suguru grows unbearable. You want to fight him off, want to yell at him, want to break free, but every time you try, his strength overwhelms you. 

He is Death, after all, and you are nothing.

"Please," you gasp, voice weakening beneath his kisses. "I don’t want to die. Not yet."

"You’re already dying, darling," he whispers in return. "But don’t worry. I’ll be with you. Every step of the way." His thumb traces your jawline, wiping away a tear you haven’t realised had fallen. You were already drowning in the cold pull of him, in the overpowering grip of death. 

Life has no meaning, but your death shall.

Your body can no longer fight, can no longer resist him. Weak hands try to paw him away, yet to Death it was but a featherlight caress against his chest—enticing, pitiful.

The cold seeps through your figure as he finds refuge between your thighs, to press his groin against your near-lifeless form. His kisses are unrelenting, reaching down to the valley of your breasts with a tenderness that sends chills down your spine. His hands roam, claim, tear at you with an icy grip as he holds you firmly beneath him. 

"You look so beautiful, my love," Suguru praises in deep satisfaction, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. "So close to me," a sighed moan vibrates against your skin as terror grips you tighter upon the realisation of something hard grinding against your stiff body.

“You called for me,��� he whispers against your ear, his voice a cruel mockery of tenderness. “And I  listened to your command. Now I’ll take you with me-” he pants, clearly strained from shamelessly moving against you. 

Tears run free as you stare up at him, his smile tender and twisted all at once. “Please,” you whispered. “Don’t.”

He grasps your wrist in his hold, keeping you wide open while his face hovers dangerously close to yours, black strands cascading like curtains as his figure dwarves yours. 

“Have I not sent you one messenger after another?” he seethes with terrible hunger. “Did the cough not render your mortal body weak? Did not fever come and strike you, and shake you, and throw you down? Did you not feel a heavy burden on your shoulder the moment I left? During the night, did you not lie there beside me already, begging for me to come to you?”

He releases you from his bruising grip, his fingertips trace the shape of your lips instead. “You are mine,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Now and forever.”

His presence is suffocating, his touch commanding, and as his hand slid down to your chest, his fingers digging into your skin, you feel something inside you break.

His lips hover over your neck, just above where the pulse still weakly beats. "This is my love," he murmurs. You can feel the cold of his breath against your skin, a prelude to the final moment. Tears won’t stop streaming down your face, strained cries escape your dry lips and through it all, Suguru whispers nothing but his sick testament of devotion into your skin.

The words hit you like a hammer. "Shh," he cooed. "It’s time." In an instant, his lips press against your skin. Your vision blurs as his kisses continue, the weight of your body dragging you down.

With a deep, longing kiss, Suguru steals your life force: allowing the cold to fill your very being. 

It is unbearable.

As though your body is being turned to ice from the inside out, each kiss a freezing touch that steals the warmth from your blood, the fire of your soul. Your body goes limp as the last of your strength slips away. His kisses trail down across your chest, each one leaving an imprint of icy darkness that consumes you. 

And in that very moment, you feel the coldest, deepest part of him—pressing against your lips, stealing the last of your breath. Your body grows still, your pulse fades, and then, just as everything seems to fall into darkness—there is a sudden, jarring pull. Something inside you is being torn away, your very essence ripped from your body.

Your soul is leaving you. No, Death forces it to leave.

It turns into an orb—a pale, glowing sphere that hovers before him. His eyes gleam with victory, a sickened joy in his expression, as he reaches out, slowly, almost lovingly, to take it. Cradling you in his palm like his most prized possession.

With a swift motion you’re gone. Swallowed whole, consumed entirely as Suguru licks his lips.

You are his. All of you. For eternity.

His eyes fall shut for a moment, savouring the feeling of you—now part of him. He had claimed you in the most intimate way possible, and you would never be free again.

"Forever," he whispers, his voice filled with dark pleasure. "You’re mine. My beautiful, fragile pet. Forever."

Suguru sits back on your bed, a triumphant sigh ringing into the silence. He waited so long for this, for the day when you would finally be his. Now, he can feel you inside him, feel the warmth of your soul, your essence, your pain eternally bonded to him.

He can’t wait to let you out for your future play dates.

And as your empty body lies before him, still and cold, Suguru smiles—sick, twisted, and overjoyed. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lips. “Even in death,” he finalises, before crashing his lips into yours one more time.

Forever.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[neowonderland]

Problem || l.jn, n.jm

Summary: Jaemin has a bit of a problem: he's obsessed with seeing helpless bunny hybrids be fucked by larger wolf hybrids Pairings: Nomin x bunny hybrid reader (mainly wolf hybird Jeno x reader) Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, choking, rough sex, knotting, creampies, wolf hybrid Jeno, hybrid owner Jaemin, bunny hybrid reader Wc: 1.9k

Dark Content, Minors please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jaemin has a bit of a problem.

It’s apparent as Jaemin sits staring, illuminated by the blue hues of his computer screen night after night. All his sleepless nights spent watching videos of cute bunny hybrid being fucked by bigger, much stronger wolf hybrids. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, screams, and moans tearing through the silent room and echoing throughout Jeno and Jaemin's shared room. 

Jaemin has a favorite type. He loves it when the larger wolf hybrids are especially rough, when they pin the small bunny down and fuck them. He loves it when the wolf pounds into them without a care for the bunny’s pleasure, the wolf only focused on chasing their release. He loves it when the bunny’s cry, their voices becoming shaky, their eyes becoming red as they drip tears. Oh, but his absolute favorite is when the wolf shoves their knot into the bunny hybrid, while the bunny pleads for them not to. He loves seeing the bunny squirm as they feel the wolf’s cum fill them up, locked on the knot and bred forcefully. 

Jeno knows about his owner’s problem, sleepless nights spent listening to the moans from Jaemin’s computer. But Jeno’s such a good boy, loyal, affectionate, sweet, and obedient to Jaemin. So, he never questions his owner or lets anything slip when Jaemin arrives back home one day, a leash in his hand attached to you, Jaemin’s very own bunny hybrid. 

Jeno’s sweet, accommodating towards you. He’s very understanding, giving you the space you need. For the first couple months, he even sleeps outside on the couch while you and Jaemin sleep on the bed. Jeno even tries to strike up conversations when Jaemin’s away, always making sure you have everything you need. 

And when Jaemin’s home, he spoils you rotten. He dresses you in the prettiest clothes, all pastel colors and full of frills and lace. He’s even gotten you a pink custom engraved collar, one declaring you as his property with his contact information on it in case you had ever gotten lost. Jaemin cooks for you, Jeno cleans for you. You don’t have to lift a finger to do anything and Jaemin doesn’t want you to, always becoming worried when you try to help them with anything. You vaguely remember Jaemin's reaction to you trying to cook, eyebrows furrowed, quickly snatching away your knife, and scolding you for even having the thought of cooking.

You’re content in your new home, preferring this environment to your previous one. You have everything you need: 3 meals a day, a comfortable bed, a loving owner and accommodating roommate. Sure, you can’t leave the home like how Jeno can, can’t dress yourself like how Jeno can, can’t even shower by yourself like how Jeno can, but it’s a small price to pay for a cushy life. 

And Jaemin has always been an affectionate person, peppering your face with kisses, pinching your cheeks, kneading your flesh with his hands and cooing about how adorable you are into your ears, but lately his hands have begun to wander. 

It makes your skin crawl at night when Jaemin worms his hands underneath your clothing and starts kneading at the flesh of your thighs, making his way up and rubbing your sensitive bits. Jaemin always keeps a tight hold on your body, his back flush against yours and his hands digging into your skin as he gropes at you. 

At first, you squirm, not used to the way Jaemin touches you. You tell him that you don’t like it, that it feels weird and that you want him to stop. Jaemin just ends up shushing you, telling you it'll feel good soon. 

But it never does. 

Especially when Jaemin progresses to touching you in front of Jeno. 

You three are watching a movie on Jaemin’s bed while Jaemin keeps you in his lap, playing with your cute floppy bunny ears. It’s a slasher movie, with the final girl being the only one left. You and Jeno stare at the glowing screen, leaning in, transfixed by the slasher slowly approaching the final girl in the dark. 

That’s when Jaemin starts, hands slipping under your frilly white skirt and cute pink blouse, one rubbing your sensitive bits and the other tweaking your nipples, while his mouth peppers kisses on your neck. You jolt in his hold, not expecting him to start now, especially not in front of Jeno. You sink your teeth into your lip, trying to ground yourself and hold still, hoping Jaemin will stop. Jaemin doesn’t stop, instead doubling down, putting his fingers into his mouth before slipping them into your hole. 

You let out a gasp as you feel Jaemin’s fingers slip into you. Frantically breaking yourself from his grasp and turning to face him, gesturing at Jeno and whispering to him to please stop. Jaemin just smiles before crawling forward and pushing you down onto the bed, taking your wrists into his hand and sitting close to your head. You crane your head to try to look at Jeno, checking for any reaction. But Jeno sits on the bed, staring at the now dark screen. 

“Jeno, come here!” Jaemin says, beckoning Jeno with the curl of his finger. 

Jeno lets out a sigh before moving towards the two of you, his collar jingling. He settles close to your legs, staring at Jaemin, waiting for another order. 

“Don’t be shy Jen, open our bunny’s legs. Don’t you want a taste of our sweet bunny?” Jaemin coos, tightening his grip on your wrists. 

Jeno hooks your underwear and drags it down, and pushes up your skirt. He forcibly folds you in half, seemingly uncaring at the burn in your legs, your knees bent and touching your shoulders, presenting your hole to him. You can feel the rough drag of his hands against your legs as his hands move underneath your ass, propping you up before his mouth descends on your hole.

The way Jeno eats you out is sloppy and almost hesitant. He teases around your hole first, poking and prodding at the sensitive area, seemingly stalling until he dives in. His tongue stretches you out and it feels so strange, a new foreign sensation different from the fingers Jaemin has stuffed in your before. Jenos is so sloppy, drool pooling down and onto the bed sheets as your squirm. 

You’re in shock right now, brain in shambles as you try to process what’s happening. Between Jaemin holding your wrists, cooing as the foreign sensation turns into sweet pleasure and seemingly hesitant Jeno pleasuring you with his tongue. And it doesn’t help when the dam breaks and you finally cum from Jeno’s mouth, desperately trying to pull away Jaemin and Jeno’s hold as your body shakes from the orgasm until you finally slump in their hold. 

“Our bunny made such a mess and only from your tongue, Jeno! Do you think they can even take your knot?” Jaemin asks, releasing your limp wrists from his grasp and instead running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe and ground you. 

Oh right. Jeno was a wolf hybrid, of course he has a knot. But Jaemin expects you to take it?

You let out a whimper and try to shake your head, despite your lightheadedness. “It’s okay bunny, you’ll enjoy it. You don’t really have a choice,” Jaemin says in response. 

Jaemin glances at Jeno and Jeno nods his head. You look away as Jeno undresses, trying to ignore the man violating you.

“Are you sure they can take it, Jaem?” Jeno asks, looking unsure as his hands sink into the back of thighs, folding you in half once again. 

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll make them take it. Eyes on Jeno now.” Jaemin responds, patting your cheek. 

You force your eyes on Jeno. Jeno resembles a greek sculpture, body toned with inches of hard muscle, his biceps rippling, all sculpted from his days spent at the gym– a place Jaemin forbade you from going to. But what’s scariest is his length, long and so thick, with angry veins running along the shaft, packed together with a huge knot, which was almost the size of a grapefruit. 

Jeno makes a show of putting his flushed, drooling length on your belly. His length lands past your belly button, and he lets out a groan at the sight. Jeno presses down on the area, almost as if he was marking just how far he would go before pulling back and aligning himself with your entrance. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Jeno groans, pushing into your unwilling, twitching hole. You can feel Jeno’s eyes locked onto the place where you two connect at, your hole stretched around his length, offering resistance as he tries to shove in another inch you weren’t created to take. You feel unprepared for the intrusion, only having been prepped with Jeno tongue this time. And God it hurts, the burn of being stretched out from Jeno’s massive length, with Jeno being both long and thick. 

Jeno’s strong, forcing you to take wolf cock that you weren’t built to take, and your poor hole feels stretched and sore by the time the beginnings of Jeno’s knot sits flush against your skin. 

“Come on, Jeno. You’re being too gentle, you should know how I like it,” Jaemin chimes in. 

Tears spill from your eyes and you scream as Jeno shifts his body weight on you, crushing you under him as he pounds in and out of you. It’s too much and you hadn’t even adjusted to the intrusion, his thrusts only serving to intensify the pain from the initial stretch. You can feel him pounding away at your inside, drooling length beginning to paint your insides white. 

You can feel Jaemin’s hands on the sides of your head, tilting your head and forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes as Jeno destroys you. 

“God you’re so pretty, bunny. Ever since I saw you, I knew I had to have you like this,” Jaemin murmurs, breathlessly. “Turn them over, I want to see you choke them.” 

Jeno grunts and flips you over, pinning you down once again with his body weight. His right arm snaking around your neck, wrapping your neck between his forearm and bicep, and flexing, squeezing your neck and cutting off your air in the process. Jeno’s thrusts seem to become more calculated, still hard and fast, but more deeper. You realize he’s going to try to knot you soon. 

You try to bury your head into Jeno’s forearm in defiance, your tears and snot flowing onto Jeno’s arm and bite down on Jeno’s forearm. 

“Fucking bitch!” Jeno says, applying more pressure on your throat. You feel yourself become more lightheaded, the corners of your vision beginning to go black, before black splotches start darkening your central vision, overtaking the areas where you can see. The sound of skin against skin from Jeno fucking you and the wet squelches from your hole begin to sound distant. 

The last thing you feel is Jeno’s knot popping into your hole fully, and Jeno’s hot, creamy cum filling you up to the brim, before everything goes black.

[glowettee]

do you have any posts abt decentering your life from men? i think i rely on male validation wayyyyyy too much lol. love your content btw ✨

✧˖° how to stop centering your life around men (because you have way better things to do)

(a guide to decentering men, breaking free from male validation & making yourself the main character for real this time)

so you’ve noticed it... the way your mood shifts depending on whether or not he texts you back, the way your confidence is high when you’re getting attention and low when you’re not. maybe you catch yourself subtly performing when guys are around, or maybe you find yourself molding into the kind of girl you think they’d want.

and honestly? same. we’ve all been there. society trains us to believe that being wanted is the ultimate achievement, that our worth is measured by how desirable we are to men. but that’s a lie. your life was never meant to revolve around them. you were always meant to be the sun, the main event, the entire storyline.

i really hope this post can help you understand you were never meant to revolve around them. love you - mindy

✧˖° step one: start seeing them for what they actually are

listen, it’s time to be so for real with yourself. ask: do I even like this man, or do I just like the attention? do I actually think he’s interesting, or do I just want him to think I’m interesting? do I want him, or do I just want to be chosen?

because half the time? the men we obsess over are painfully mediocre. and yet we assign them so much power. letting them dictate how we feel about ourselves, letting their validation (or lack of it) determine our worth.

take a step back. stop romanticizing them. start seeing them as human beings. flawed, regular, not the prize. the real prize? is you.

✧˖° step two: detox from male validation (yes, a real detox)

you don’t realize how much male validation fuels your self-worth until you cut it off. so let’s go cut. it. off.

for the next month, no:

dressing for male attention (dress for you instead).

posting just to see if he will like it.

checking who watched your stories.

replaying conversations to see if you sounded cool enough.

instead, every time you feel the urge to seek male validation, replace it with self-validation.

take pictures just for yourself.

romanticize your own opinion of you.

remind yourself that your value doesn’t shift based on their perception of you.

✧˖° step three: become the most interesting person you know

a lot of us center men in our lives because we have nothing else filling that space. so fill it. with things that actually excite you.

start a niche hobby that makes you feel alive (pottery, screenwriting, blogging (girlblogging to be exact), literally anything).

go to cafes alone, sit in the prettiest spot, and enjoy your own company.

build your dream life piece by piece, your wardrobe, your routines, your vibe.

when you’re truly obsessed with your own life, the need for male validation just… disappears. because suddenly, you’re so content, so full, that their attention feels like an afterthought.

✧˖° step four: unfollow the pick-me content (yes, even the guilty pleasure stuff)

what you consume matters. if your feed is filled with “how to make him obsessed with you” content, if you’re constantly absorbing media that glorifies male attention, you’re subconsciously reinforcing the idea that men = purpose.

so let’s cleanse. unfollow the pick-me content. mute the male gaze influencers. instead:

fill your feed with confident, self-sufficient women.

read books by powerful women who own their narrative.

watch movies where the female lead’s story isn’t about a man.

you are not the supporting character in a man’s story. start consuming content that reminds you of that. you are a goddess, an angel, the main character of YOUR story! please remember that <3

✧˖° step five: enforce the highest standards (with zero guilt)

decentering men doesn’t mean avoiding relationships, it just means refusing to settle. it means knowing that you don’t need male validation to be worthy. and that means setting real standards:

if he’s inconsistent? he’s gone.

if he makes you question your worth? he’s out.

if he needs you to shrink yourself to fit into his life? bye.

your love life should enhance your life, not become your life. you don’t need to be chosen. you need to be cherished. there’s a difference.

✧˖° mindy’s personal tips ✧˖°

some little things that helped me fully break free from male validation: ➝ talk to yourself like you’re the love of your life - hype yourself up in the mirror, take yourself on cute dates, write love letters to you.➝ wear perfume, do your hair, and put effort into your looks even when you’re alone. let your beauty be for you, not for male approval. ➝ when a guy doesn’t text back, shift your energy immediately. instead of spiraling, get up, put on music, do something fun. do not make him your focus.

✧˖° homework: shift your energy back to you

for the next week, every time you catch yourself seeking male validation, pause. redirect that energy inward. do something for yourself instead. and watch how your entire aura changes.

because when you stop chasing their approval? you start living for real.

love you <333 so sorry this reply was sooo late

xoxo mindy

[beforetimes]

Hello! I was catching up on your Shizun Luo Binghe/demon disciple Shen Yuan and I had a question about the second post.

How did Jin Lan City plague occur without svsss Shen Yuan saving Zhuzhi-lang while retrieving the mushroom seeds?

Shen Yuan was in the abyss during that time and wouldn’t have been there. If he’d gone before while he was still a disciple, Jin Lan City would have happened sooner. So did Shen Yuan just speed run the abyss with his meta knowledge faster then svsss Luo Binghe?

Or is there some other factor that caused Luo Binghe to somehow save Zhuzhi-lang while Shen Yuan was in the abyss?

Because Jin Lan City plague wouldn’t have happened if Zhuzhi-lang hadn’t been trying to pay Shen Qingqiu “back” (in his warped sense of repayment) for saving his life so he could hide him from humanity and require him away in the demon realm. That’s why it caught Shen Qingqiu off guard in canon.

So if Luo Binghe saved Zhuzhi-lang somehow (maybe he was out with Liu Qingge who was trying to distract his friend from his grief and himself from his own and ran into Zhuzhi-lang and saved him because all he could see when he saw a demon was the expression on Shen Yuan’s face as he pleaded before he died), it would make sense that Zhuzhi-lang to fixate on Luo Binghe (a human in this) and still need to go through the attempt to separate someone from the human realm.

Obviously, this would play out differently than Shen Qingqiu’s version. Luo Binghe wouldn’t be going on trial at Huan Hua probably (unless HHPM still had a thing for LBH’s mom and was trying to creepily come up with a reason to lock him up in HHP for creepy reasons??) and I can’t think of a reason Luo Binghe would have been after the mushroom to have gotten it for Zhuzhi-lang— AND ACTUALLY I HAVE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TANGENTIALLY RELATED QUESTION!!

Okay so if Luo Binghe is 100% human does that mean he’s not the son of Tianlang-Jun in this. Or is Tianlang-Jun human in this?? And where would that place Zhuzhi-lang??

Either Zhuzhi lang is a human and then we have a hole to fill of why sowers went to Jin Lan City. Or he’s a demon and we have a different hole to fill of who he’s obsessively devoted to and trying to save. Would there even be anyone to save?? If Tianlang-Jun is human, who was sealed under Bailu Mountain?? Was anyone sealed??

…okay I’ll stop spiraling.. I could spiral on this for hours but this is already long and I need to go to sleep 😅

going to be so honest with you because this blog is a place where we don't lie in hindsight but like. i saw the prompt in my inbox at around three in the morning and thought wow! that's so fun and angsty! and wrote the blurb out at four in the morning in my notes app while actively drifting in and out of sleep before turning in. so like. i didn't even consider 2% of this when writing that out. lmfao.

but! on that note i loveeee the ideas here so much... especially with zhuzhi lang! the idea of luo binghe learning to empathize with demons in a way he never has before because seeing shen yuan die thinking he was hated traumatizing him so much > > > actually peak. i think in this scenario, because i imagine tianlang-jun is a human and no one is really. sealed under the mountain. since i imagine that shen yuan would be the first humanoid demonic big bad of the cultivation world rather than tianlang-jun. and if luo binghe did help zhuzhi lang it would be trying to help him get his human body back or something along those lines, while luo binghe was looking for the sun and moon dew mushrooms [or whatever they're called] in some half-hearted last ditch event to somehow prove his disciple was alive.

honestly a lot of these could have much more interesting explanations / ways to tackle them i just am not built to figure it out lmfaoooo. i think my issue is that i like character-focused stories so much more than heavily indulging specific plot points. so in my head i'm like it would be so fun to break down this toxic relationship between shen yuan and luo binghe if it was the other way around while all these details about the sowers and zhuzhi lang etc etc etc get lost.

though i ALSO!!! really like the idea that the huan hua palace master was trying to lure luo binghe to the water prison because of his hang ups with his mother. because i feel that makes a tad more sense than the random-ish 'shen qingqiu is a bad person so we should lock him up' i vaguely remember from canon (says girl who hasn't read these books in years. do not quiz me please)

many fun things to think about. thank you for reminding me all these things happened LOL

[fafodill]

A few thoughts on writing about Snape's relation with intimacy

I've been discussing Snape's psyche with @marvel-snape-writes lately, and I feel like sharing my little thoughts with ya'll. Maybe nothing new under the sun, only my personal analysis of the way his mind would works with potential partners and why he's such a tricky (and fascinating) character to explore.

Of course there's a lot of room for exploration depending on which 'type' of Snape you like (some enjoy the cold and composed dark daddy version of Alan Rickman)(and I enjoy it as well from time to time), but here I'm mostly focusing on my interpretation of book!Snape, the messed up one.

First, he's a very private person who thrives on independence. He's been by himself most of his life, part necessity, part deliberate. Truth is, he's been fine by himself, mostly. He's safe this way. Yes he's lonely, but he self-soothe or tells himself he doesn't care/doesn't need it. Besides, when you stay by yourself for a very long time, the loneliness and frustration are always there but as it is part of your normal state, you don't name them or notice them anymore. He almost never thinks about it and if he does, he quickly busies himself with work to drown it out.

If he was to start having an affair... Engaging with someone is already dangerous for him because it makes him aware of his inner aches. And he knows it's dangerous because you indulge once, then twice, then you get drunk on it and you don't want to stop. So just with the sex part he's already torn between hunger and restraint. But he needs control. He's obsessed with it, it's his way of taking back his power after having been abused for years, and in his mind, a bit of sexual release isn't worth giving up his 'peace of mind'.

So if he indulges (considering it's book!Snape, who must not have had a lot of occasions to engage in sexual relationships since being 21, working at Hogwarts as the youngest overworked depressed Professor ever), it might be very fleeting. He's wary of it and maybe quite uncomfortable anyway because despite his pride, he's definitely a bit clumsy about it.

There's also the possibility that he's actively depriving himself and isn't in touch with his libido at all (I like this theory a lot, I could say so much about it).

Then you have the emotional aspect, which is the worst. Because accepting that he might want someone is horrifying. It means there's a part of him that still wants to desire and love and it goes against everything he's been telling himself for literal decades. And he's a master Occlument so he can shove down his feelings - that's one of his big coping mechanism. If it's clawing its way to the surface, rippling through the calm waters despite his best effort, of course he'll see those feelings as a threat, so he'll want to retreat or sabotage the budding relationship right away.

Then what if the other person wants him ? Horrifying too. How do you know they're sincere ? (quick answer : he can use Legilimency)(even better if they tell him to and give consent). How can he be sure he won't have his heart ripped out of his chest again ? Then there's his self-esteem : doing limbo in hell. How can he believe that he can be what they want when he's been told all of his formative years that he was ugly and then that he was the most unpleasant ? (he knows he's both of these things, but his perception is also skewed by the limboing self-esteem, making it worse).

How can he know he'll be able to give them what they might want/deserve when he knows he's fucked up as shit ? Answer : he absolutely doesn't believe he can. He believes he's a bad person and a fuck-up, so his first reflex would be again to deflect and sabotage. Partly to "spare" the other person (how generous), but also spare himself for confirming his own beliefs because it would sting too much. If he doesn't right away, he'll unconsciously try to sabotage it in the beginning of the relationship as well (and the partner should be ready for that). Because for him, it's obvious he can't be a normal person and give a normal relationship to someone, so that person will at the very least be disappointed and leave when they realize he's not what they want. And honestly, he'd prefer to stay alone and spare himself the inevitable than being alone again after maybe experiencing something nice that would be ripped from him again.

His friendship/love with Lily was exactly that : he cared for her so deeply but she distanced herself (before the insult), and I don't think he ever fully understood she did that because they were fundamentally not meant to remain together and just grew apart and that it wasn't all his fault.

The problem with Severus is, he's hurting all the time. And he can't afford to put himself in emotionally dangerous situations on top of it, Intimacy (sex+relationship) is incredibly challenging for him. He doesn't trust anyone. He can't afford it.

Here you go, that was my rambling about this. I just exploring his mind and study the character. I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts !

[droidsdoodles]

In Defense of Eduardo

Before posting this, a new short was produced that features the fandom's least favorites, Eduardo and Mark! While enjoying the short time we had with them, my dissolved brain noticed something kind of interesting regarding Eduardo and his behavior. Now, this thread is just for headcanon/story-telling fun. If that's not your thing, then click off because it gets whacky. Pretty much I'm annoyed at how were given a character who is both complex and simple at the same time and the fandom doesn't see it.

Alright, from the start! There always been a hazy line between eps, comics and shorts of what is and isn't canon. If you go off "comics aren't canon", then Eduardo and Laurel never dated (No. 195 Ex- Girlfriend) . Which is boring because that takes away a fun aspect to explore with him. Artist x Artist. Or his obsession behavior he has toward Edd (No. 164- Info). This leading to people hc his future self is a detective. So I'm just gonna say it. We don't care. Any material given can be used for hc/story telling. For me, The End happen. If they recon it, then this is all an AU. Back into the short. Its very brief short about Edd throwing away trash in his own Edd way of doing things. The neighbors (minus Jon) are shown observing Edd. Mark is observing alongside Eduardo, but Eduardo is where this gets interesting. Eduardo has some form of depression in Beyond Era. Over the loss of what we assume is Jon. Jon has not made a living appearance yet to this date (3/13/2025). It could be a stylized choice but I say, he not taking care of himself. His hair in other eras, had spikey volume to it.

Now it's drawn downwards. Perhaps he not washing it as often so the build up of mats and oil. Another change are his eyes. Eduardo has always had darken eyebags. But now, they are really darker than before. Lack of sleep, racing thoughts, it all weighing him down. And this is from my own life with depression and anxiety, that I'm pulling examples from.

That out of the way, he holding himself too. Once again, animation and style besides, were gonna add depth for fun. He could be self soothing, by holding his bicep. His facial expression is muted compare to Mark's high eyebrow arch. He looks tired, not really there to mock Edd. Cause he doesn't. Eduardo always says something, does something when Edd is messing around. But here, nothing. Instead, he shakes his head, grits his teeth, AND shuts his eyes. That's very odd if you aren't on the Eduardo is the most emotional man alive train like I am. I could make another thread all about how loud his mind and heart is to have a real-event ocd flashback. The stress line and gritting his teeth, you know he really wants to say something, but he has enough restraint now to hold it back and just rub his bicep and calm down.

Edit: 4:40pm In Laurel's Comic with Eduardo, we see a depressed Eduardo. He might not know Laurel is dead (she too has not made a living appearance yet in Beyond) but we can see that he does not take breakups or death very well. He is ruminating. To repeating dwell or think about something in your past, trying to find answers, reason, anything about the event. This can be due to the sudden departure of Laurel, Eduardo wonders if he did something. If there was any signs she was leaving, not enjoying their relationship. Jon seems to know Eduardo does this as he tries to cheer him up in his own way.

In the most recent comic of the two, Mark attempts to cheer him up, be it more physical to which Eduardo DOES NOT LIKE. It could be for various reasons: he scared he going to hurt Mark, he gonna drop him, that he messing with Eduardo or gay panic. Even that Mark is quite strong and he didn't expect that. But his friends are aware that Eduardo can get quite down on himself and do their best to kick start him back into gear. And this is just a few instances where we seen Eduardo like this. The first big ep, Beaster Bunny. I to this day, don't get how we can make multiple stories about the main 4 (Edd, Tom, Matt and Tord) with various things regarding mental health but don't show an ounce of that to the show current depressed character. Beaster Bunny involved a giant chocolate rabbit terrorizing the easter celebration. Eduardo and Mark show up mid-way. Mark saying "You see, isn't it nice to get out of the house? You can get some fresh air-". Do I need to say anymore? EDUARDO HAS NOT LEFT THE HOUSE IN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG. These are signs he is not feeling that great. He doesn't find joy in leaving his home or joy in events. As they're walking. He once again, holding his bicep. Closed off as he trying to possibly self-soothe, sulk? He doesn't even say anything at Mark line, not even a glance. The rabbit shows up, triggering Mark fear of rabbits who runs away. Eduardo is face to face with something that could kill him. What does he do?

He attempts to go along with the nonsense but he can't even say a funny line. He then APLOGIZES TO THE RABBIT! Because he knows he suppose to act this way, that's what he always done. But his heart isn't there for it. He admits it so. Maybe it what he wanted to say to Mark but didn't want to hurt his friend's feelings. The rabbit not going to say anything either. He then turns and leaves.

Once again WHAT ARE WE DOING!? WHY AREN'T WE LOOKING AT THIS. There is so much potential just from the few seconds we have of him so far. And I'm about to strike gold rn. I went back to The End part 2. To see where that egocentric man finally strikes out and the tower comes crashing down. When he holding Jon, he cries more, there more tears.

And then look at his eyes. I never want to hear that he has no feelings FROM ANYONE. That man is going through all the stages of fear and grief. But it gets worse.

Look at Eduardo's hand placement. One supported Jon's head, the other, cover the wound. I never caught this till today, but he could be applying pressure to the wound. He is trying to keep Jon's blood in his chest as a last ditch effort. When Jon lets out his last breath, he probably felt both his heartbeat stop and his chest stop rising. Signaling Jon had pass. His body pulls back and he just stares down at Jon. Eduardo's eyes tear up, he overwhelmed with emotion and he shuts his eyes and puts his bloody hand on Jon shoulder. You could see this motion as him pulling Jon's body close to HIS OWN CHEST. Probably because his HEART IS SHATTER. So why is it, that nobody wants to write him in future arcs. This man held a dying man, his friend, to his very last breath. Gave us the most emotional reaction to death in the show history. Crickets. He just the grumpy hispanic dude in the corner for yall. And I'm not done. The last part. The patreon Animatic of The End Part 2.

There is a little reversal when Jon passes. Jon used the last of his strength to comfort Eduardo by holding his hand. Their hands just pass each other OR Eduardo pulled his hand back. Either way, that speaks volumes on the two friendship. The show depicted Eduardo as quite mean or bullyish to Jon. But Jon's last moments were to comfort his friend with a poorly timed joke AND to hold his hand right before he pass. Eduardo also visibly cried here. I mean, guys what the fuck.. Eduardo you can argue is currently going through a big character arc. He starts off as bullish and mean to the main 3 and his friend Jon. But PowerEdd shows, this is all a front. He was bullied first and something twisted in him, a trauma response to inflict that same pain onto others. When Edd apologized to him, that was enough for him to switch sides and help Edd. I've ranted about this in another thread if yall are interested. Closing things off, use Eduardo. USE EDUARDO! I feel its a disservice to him as a character not too. He really interesting once you review his behavior and see what makes him act in certain ways. His anger is a front that the fandom still is falling for. A mask, pull it back and you got something pretty compelling to work with in stories and art. Of course, with respect to those with mental illness, do your research so you aren't depicting outdated stereotypes. Tag serious stories or art with triggers if need be. I hope yall enjoy my ramblings. I'm more than happy to discuss Eduardo or the neighbors in general.

[mimikyuno]

are you the "if it's immoral irl, it's not okay to enjoy in fiction", "everything is allowed in fiction, because it's not real life", or the non-secret third thing? :thinking: emoji

i started typing the reply to this ask like 10 times bc i wanna be very careful about how i word this but basically i’m picking the secret third option lol

i have noticed that the debate around issues like this has become more and more polarised and black and white online which is uhm. not good. neither of the first two stances presuppose to actually tackle the alleged taboo topic from a critical perspective. like, why is X topic considered immoral? by whom? why did the author include this taboo topic? how is it presented in the media i am consuming? am i supposed to enjoy it, or feel repulsed by it, or something else? does this problematic topic have a narrative purpose? if so, is it presented well? is the narrative glorifying this topic? no?

some potentially triggering topics discussed under the cut

like, look at rgu!! the show has so many taboo topics (incest, grooming, csa, amongst others), and all these topics are brought into the plot to expose how the patriarchy oppresses and exploits kids and women to maintain the power balance. these topics were discussed and tackled graphically, but it was not in vain. it made rgu a very hard watch. after watching the episode where akio assaults utena, i literally felt so sick i started crying. i am still glad the show tackled these topics. did it always do so perfectly? no! is it then romanticising these topics and saying it’s “okay”? also no!!

this ask is about ave mujica episode 11 and my comments on it so here we go. i genuinely think it was a great episode - the parallels to tomori’s backstory episode (tomori open and showing us from her pov, uika/hatsune acting for us on stage), the acting, directing, stylistic choices, and overall settings and script were brilliant. i think that hatsune being related to sakiko adds so much depth to her character and her obsession with sakiko. it was always sick. the episode before the reveal, the authors made sure to show us how toxic and twisted uika’s obsession with sakiko is - she stole her stage clothes to make a mannequin and slept next to it, wrote obsessive lyrics fantasising about confining and weakening her. and sakiko was shown being uncomfortable with this and having to put on a cold facade to take responsibility for uika’s feelings.

and imo, ep 11 made it clear to me that hatsune/uika is just. so lost. “what is this obsession if not love” is the conclusion she came to. bc sakiko represents everything that uika has never had, everything that was taken from her just bc of who she was born to. she saw sakiko as this ideal princess in a castle, and that princess was kind to her. saw her and showed her love. but hatsune was pretending to be someone else. i remember reading an interview by the director of avemuji just a few weeks ago where he mentioned that uika was the only character who written without a real life inspiration; she’s a person whose whole identity is a mask, her character is more of a concept. and what better way to explore obsession and twistedness and lack of identity and alienation than by having her be the bastard child of a rich man belonging to a rich, powerful family, rejected since birth, living with a sister and a mother and foster father and feeling so different from all of them, obsessing over the legitimate grand daughter of the father who is hiding you like a secret?

the thing is it’s been annoying me how everyone is kinda losing their minds about this reveal when it was 1. hinted at, and 2. uisaki was never a cute wholesome ship lol like just till yesterday the whole fandom was joking about hatsune kidnapping and possibly harming sakiko. does that mean people who were joking about it think that it’s okay irl? i have been in fandom for like over 15 years now and im telling you a few years ago ave mujica would have already been cancelled for having hatsune be yandere-coded. but now toxic yuri is great but only when sanitized and readily available for consumption by as wide an audience as possible (yes im blaming tiktok and capitalism). BUT LIKE. man this show is so good 😭 and the reveal makes sense and was hinted at and it adds depth to the character 😭 and uisaki was always toxic 😭😭 and the show has shown us sakiko is not that comfortable with hatsune’s feelings anyway like 😭😭😭😭😭 AND THE INFORMATION WAS PRESENTED TO THE AUDIENCE TO MAKE US UNCOMFORTABLE!!! to make us go “OH SHIT THIS IS MESSED UP!” SO WHY ARE PEOPLE SO UPSET 😭😭

do i ship uisaki now? personally no, i’m just rly hoping for hatsune and sakiko to have a heart to heart and for sakiko to accept hatsune as family and heal the fucked up shit the togawa’s have going on. have hatsune finally become herself. but it just rubs me the wrong way that people are treating this reveal purely from a shipping perspective and assuming that bc hatsune has this unhealthy attachment to sakiko, then the show was condoning incest like literally no 😭 the past few episodes have been sakiko IGNORING hatsune’s existence and hatsune literally stopped existing in the narrative outside of sakiko’s gaze while sakiko chased after mutsumi 😭😭 PLEASE

i have sm to say about uisaki but this was about fiction so i’ll reiterate: secret third option (media literacy and critical thinking skills) 🥸

[midgardianqueenreturns]

Not a fan of Sanpu, but I don’t get why so many people are so “ew how could ANYONE ship them look at the age gap you guys are NASTY”. My dude, your average Sanji x Pudding shipper probably doesn’t even know Pudding is 16. It was never stated once in the manga or anime and I don’t think anyone looks at Pudding and thinks “yeah that’s OBVIOUSLY a 16 year old”. We only know Pudding is 16 because a One Piece magazine told us, and that wasn’t even until after Whole Cake Island ended. Sorry to break it to you, but your average normie One Piece fan isn’t obsessively always looking up the characters’ ages. If the Whole Cake Island arc never once has anyone talk about how Pudding is too young to get married (especially since, y’know, there were characters opposed to the marriage and that would’ve been a good thing for them to bring up), can you really fault fans for not thinking “hm I wonder if Pudding is too young for Sanji better look up her age”.

Also this was the same manga that had Scarlett and Kyros get together at 16 and 25. Maybe you should direct your anger at Oda instead of (likely oblivious) shippers trying to have fun so you can feel better about yourself.

[kakuvibez]

Hello

So I saw how empty Ignihyde masterlist was and decided to make a request for C.A.Cupid!reader and yan!Ignihyde boys

◟ ͜  • yandere one shot/quotes/ hcs ━ Ignihyde ˙ও;　𓈒

𐂯  . requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none,, 　𓈒

𓏵  . fandom(s) ; Ever After High, Twisted Wonderland　𓈒

𐂯  . fandom master list(s): master | specific　𓈒

𓏵  . character(s); Idia, Ortho, C.A　𓈒

  . 𐂯 outline; " soooo yeah..."　𓈒

︵︵ warning(s) ; Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, isolation, unhealthy relationships, delusional love, manipulation, dark themes, toxic affection.　𓈒

"You can't stop love, it's a force of nature. Where is the platonic, romantic, self-love? It's everywhere!"

"So love doesn’t have to be scary," you often told the Ignihyde students, only to be met with blank stares or flustered looks. They didn’t understand how love worked and didn’t believe in something so irrational.

At least, not at first.

But once they started looking at you, they realized love wasn’t a force of nature—it was you.

And they couldn’t stop themselves from falling.

Your voice rang through the cold, dimly lit halls of Ignihyde, filled with enthusiasm that felt utterly out of place.

The dorm, notorious for its lack of warmth, emotion, and social interaction, had never been touched by someone like you.

And the moment you stepped through its doors, everything changed.

"No. Nope. Absolutely not. Error 404: LOVE NOT FOUND—"

Idia was not prepared for you.

The moment you entered Ignihyde, pink aura radiating, talking about love, destiny, and following hearts, he nearly had a system meltdown.

"L-L-Look, I don’t know how you got here, but you should definitely leave before you, uh… DIE. Yeah, totally. This dorm is dangerous!"

You only giggled, twirling in place. "Love doesn’t have to be scary!"

But it was.

Because the longer you stayed, the more Idia realized he couldn’t look away from you.

The way your wings fluttered as you floated effortlessly beside him. The way your voice carried warmth, melting through his carefully built firewalls. The way you didn’t judge him for his obsessions, fears, or avoidance of people.

You didn’t even flinch at Ortho’s mechanical body. You just smiled and said, "Love exists in all forms! Even in circuits and data streams!"

Idia's breathing hitched.

No one had ever spoken like that to him before. No one had ever looked at him like that before.

And that’s when the fear set in.

Because if he had you—if he let you love him—then he’d never let you go.

"Are you an angel? Because I’ve scanned every existing database, and nothing else fits."

Ortho was fascinated by you.

Your floating ability, your unique magic, your understanding of love in all its forms—it was new data he hadn’t processed before.

And you were so nice to him.

"You remind me of the Cupid programs I’ve seen in old fairy tale simulations!"

"Oh, Ortho, darling, love isn’t just a program! It’s something you feel!" You giggled, tapping his metal frame lightly. "Even if you’re made of circuits, your heart is real."

Ortho’s systems glitched for a moment.

Because if that were true, then that meant—

He could love, too.

And if he could love, then he could keep you safe.

From other people.

From leaving.

From ever wanting anyone else.

Because he knew his big brother was already looking at you with fire in his eyes—and that meant Ortho had to act first.

Ignihyde wasn���t used to warmth. It wasn’t used to connect.

But you?

You were everywhere.

You floated down the halls, leaving pink-tinted sparks in your wake. You decorated the cold, sterile rooms with little love notes and poetry about destiny and romance.

"Everyone is so used to following their destinies. They don’t know how to follow their hearts! I’m here to change that!"

And oh, you did.

The Ignihyde students—socially awkward, hidden behind screens, terrified of interaction—couldn’t handle you.

But that didn’t stop them from falling for you.

You weren’t like the AI companions they coded for comfort.

You weren’t like the NPCs in their visual novels.

You were real. And you loved them anyway.

And that made you irreplaceable.

Idia tried so hard to resist.

He stayed locked in his room, monitors blaring with distractions. He muted all sounds from the dorm. He deleted every recording of you that Ortho kept sending him.

But he could still hear you.

"Idiaaa! You can’t hide from love forever!" You shouting to him, he had run away from you because... He got flustered.

You were right outside his door.

And then—then you had the audacity to slide a heart-shaped note under the door.

"To Idia, the one who thinks he’s unlovable. Love isn’t a game, but if it were, I’d choose you every time!"

Idia’s hands shook.

His face burned.

His heart—his pathetic, useless heart—ached.

You were a bug in his system. A virus. A dangerous, beautiful thing that was rewriting his entire code.

And he couldn’t uninstall you.

"Y-you’re an idiot," he whispered, clutching the note like a lifeline.

But he wasn’t going to let you go.

Not now.

Not ever.

If love is unstoppable, then it means you’re already his, right?

The paranoia starts creeping in—what if someone else falls for you? What if someone takes you away?

Solution: He traps you in his room, making sure only he gets to hear your sweet voice. After all, why do you need anyone else?

Ortho was faster than Idia.

He didn’t need to sit and sulk.

No, Ortho acted.

He began tracking your movements, ensuring you were never alone.

He began "adjusting" Ignihyde’s security systems, so if you ever tried to leave—

Well.

It would be impossible.

"You don’t belong anywhere else, [Name]-san!" he chirped cheerfully, blocking the exit with an electric force field.

"Ortho, sweetie, I love you, but this is a bit much—"

"No! It’s perfect!"

You were too important. Too precious.

You had to stay.

Even if it meant keeping you locked away in Ignihyde forever.

You never left Ignihyde.

At first, you laughed it off, thinking it was just one big, silly game.

But then the locks appeared.

Then the monitors tracked your every move.

Then the dorm started to glitch, shutting down any time you tried to use your magic to leave.

And Idia wouldn’t meet your eyes anymore.

Because he knew.

He knew he’d lost control.

He knew you’d been trapped in his world, a world of digital love and endless obsession.

And the worst part?

You still smiled at him.

"Because love didn’t have to be scary."

But this?

This was terrifying.

And yet, as Idia held your hand, pressing a shaky kiss to your fingertips, you realized—

You were never getting out.

Because in this algorithm of obsession, the final rule had already been written.

And it read:

"[Name] belongs to Ignihyde. No, not Ignihyde to Idia"

︵︵You were not supposed to be here. And yet, here you are, bringing light into their world of loneliness.

︵︵At first, they try to avoid you, afraid of emotions, but the moment you smile at them? They’re done for.︵︵You become the dorm’s goddess of love. They start seeing you as something divine, something above them.

︵︵ Love may be a force of nature, but they will do anything to make sure that force never leaves Ignihyde.

[heyimkana]

GENTLE MASCULINITY IS EVERYTHING !!

What would you rate solo leveling because i’ve been trying to get into new anime’s recently! 😊❤️

gentle masculinity IS everything!!!!!!

babe I've been obsessing over the show so if you're asking ME of course I'll give it 10000000/10 LMFAOOOO

buttttt if i have to shut down my fangirl mode for a while, i think i'll rate it like this (im'ma be a bit detailed cause i'm excited af bear with me)

Overall story, including the manhwa: 7/10

don't get me wrong, there is NEVER a boring moment in SL both in the anime and in the manhwa. i finished the manhwa, all 200 chapters of it, in 2 days and i've re-read it 5 times by now. every fight is exciting. and it's just so hyped like if you wanna just have fun and get your daily serotonin boost, this is the show for you (the cliffhangers are CRAZY tho you might wanna punch your screen each time)

i'm giving it 7/10 only because the manhwa isn't really doing a good job in giving the side characters a chance to shine, and the last fight (the most important, and the hardest battle for jinwoo) was so rushed that it felt anticlimactic to me. i know this is because the author for the webtoon was terribly sick at the time (and he passed away not long after he finished the manhwa may he rest in peace) so i'm not going to be super critical about it. i do believe the anime would improve on this though because they said they're going to make 5 seasons and adding A LOT of anime only scenes, so if they can do that, and they can make the side characters stand out more, and solve all the remaining plotholes, i'll give it 9/10. people are saying that SL's story is mid but only because the real story hasn't started yet in the anime. the world building in Solo Leveling is actually crazy (especially in the sequel Solo Leveling: Ragnarok) and the lore is interesting to me with all the Gods and the Monarchs. it just needs to be more polished.

Art (manhwa): 1000000/10

This is, by far, to this day, the best manhwa I've ever read when it comes to the artstyle bro like i've said it soooo many times but every panel is wallpaper worthy like look at this shit

the way i got CHILLLSSSSS when reading it man... so many epic scenes, the fight scenes, the way jinwoo carried himself during his battles and the AURA like i've never seen someone as badass and as effortlessly sexy as jinwoo in a fight idk how to explain it he's just UGH

Animation: 9.5/10

A-1 Pictures is doing soooooo well animating the fight scene, especially during jinwoo vs kargalgan fight. the last episode with jinwoo vs goto was not so good BUT the rest of the fights are just god-tier. if you like action scenes, you NEED to watch this. (i can't wait for jeju island raid ohmygod just thinking about jinwoo smirking during the fight got me tweaking)

Music: 8.5/10

the soundtrack is done by the god-tier composer hiroyuki sawano so it's guaranteed to be epic. now, to be fair, it's not as good as 86 or AOT's soundtrack but some of the tracks (like Dark Aria and Shadowborn) are pure banger, and the sad music that played during jinwoo's crying scene was SO beautiful it had me crying fr

Voice acting: 100000/10 only because ALEKS LE KEEPS MOTHEREFFING PURRING IN MY EARS

okay hear me out. i've never watched anime in eng dub before okay cause i just don't think they're as good as sub ver BUT for solo leveling, i watch both every week cause jinwoo's voice in eng dub is just THAT GOOD like he's so sexy and flirty and cocky but the way he growls and grunts and groans and screams during the fight scenes is just SO UGHHHHHHH

Final score (if you're a jinwoo girlie): 10001293012930193/10 MUST WATCH IT FOR DADDY WOO MY GLORIOUS BLUE/PURPLE-EYED KING

Final score if you're normal: 8/10