#LMAO BITCH SHUT UP

[mrsimqle]

I’ll always be there to point and laugh when people act like it’s impossible to depict black and poc in their art especially the damn sims

[sojutrait]

this is why anadius talks to yall the way he does

[nebulanightsky]

Suddenly remembers their dark experiences with an alternate version of their counterpart

[xochimillilili]

◇ About + DNI ◇

Recently updated !!! OoOoO you wanna see how long my kink list is now sooo bad oOOoOo

Asks: open Dms: loosely open

Welcome to my blog~ My name is Xochimilli, feel free to call me Xochi or sir. A 21 year old switchy vers genderqueer boygirl cat thing, It/He pronouns (yes capitalized :3)

If you cannot handle different time zones and the fact others lives out of kink, don't even bother. Asks will not be answered right away !!!

Time Zone: GMT -6 • Mexico City

♡ My puppy ♡

My pup is the sweet good boyy @onetiredpup, or 🫀 puppy who I lovee and adore so so soooo much 💛 THE BOYFRIEND LOVEY BABY PUPPY COW MY SWEET DARLING BOY AND PUPPY HUSBAND PRINCESS AND SWEET LITTLE ONE 💛💛💛💛💛 A A AAAAAA AA AAAAAAA KISSING HIM KISSING HER HUGGING THEM SO TIGHTLY

◇Anons◇

•🪐 • 🩻 • 🦇 • 🪲 • 🐻 • 🐼 • ⚰️ • 🌱 • doe • 🧜‍♀️ • 🫧 • 🌻 • 👑 • 🦦 • 🌌 • 🥺 • 🤍 • 🐾 • 🍰 • 🍑 • 🪣 • 👑🖤 • 🍊 • 🍤 • 🐈‍⬛ • 🪷 • 🐞 • 🐬 • 🌟 • 🏩 • ✴️ • 🎃

I reccomend not to interact if you just want the horny!!! I will rb anything n everything I want <3

◇DNI◇

Raceplay, and ED blogs dni, if you cause harm to others dni, I can and will block anyone I want to, this is my safe space. Minors, ageless blogs and terfs fuck off, I will block you

◇ Kinks ◇ Limits + more under cut ◇

Kinks◇

Petplay • Impact play • Soft Degradation + Praise • Bondage • Piss/Omo • Mommy/Daddy • Somno • Breeding • Pregnancy • Edging + Cum Denial • Free Use • Sub/Dom • Fauxcest • Light Knifeplay • CNC • Intox • Medical play • Exhibitionism • Voyeurism • Light Humiliation • Temperature play • Biting/Marking • Primal • Royalty play • Lactation/Milking • Musk/scent • Blood • Cockwarming • Wax/Candle play • Stalking • Kidnapping • Objectum • Pain play/Physical Injury • Possesiveness • Forcemasc • Monsterfucking • Gore (will not post about it) • Cannibalism (will not post about it)

Limits◇

My limits !! I either don't enjoy them personally or can't do/write for them !!! I do try my best to block these tags !!! Bold = probable instant block

•Height difference (woahs dysphoria creator 9000) • Scat • Inflation • Detrans/Misgendering • Raceplay • Brat taming (I am too soft/socially not skilled enough for it) • Vomit • Beast • Cheating • Older men/ younger women • AB/DL • Hypno • Sissy • Weight gain/Loss + Feederism • calling me or my writing scary :( call me anything else, but not scary :(

Subby Xochi shit

For if you wanna try n dom/top me, I won't put up a fight. Go ahead and just shut me up and put me in place for a while

Kinks

Petplay (kitty/bunny), incredibly soft degradation, lots of praise, piss, omo, somno, breeding, pregnancy, edging/cum denial, humiliation, CNC, free use, alcohol intox, biting/marking, royalty play, laction/milking, cockwarming, pain play, possesiveness, forcemasc, mommy, fauxcest

Size difference but only in regards to my genitals when I am bottoming, please don't include it when I am topping I will cry and not in a hot way, but in a dysphoric miserable horrid way

Terms I use

Feminine and masculine terms are both so cool !!! Call me good girl and princess, but remember I do ID as a man partly !!! Kitty words and refering to my genitals as princess/ kitty parts is so woaghs ♡ I got a cock, a cunt, pussy, tdick, clit, etc go wild lmao

Petnames that make me explode more than normal lol ♡: Princess !!!, kitty, bitch, little boy !!!, sweetie, cutie, my love !!! make shit up I will explode at most things lmao

My puppy's good boy chart ♡

Good boy chart for my lovely puppyyyyy, my sweet boyfriend @onetiredpup 💛 So so sooo excited for using it with him !!!! Will update it as they get stickers :3 so everyone can see what a good boy she is~

based off @/droolypupboy's chart !!!!

◇ More: (aka xochi doesn't stfu<3)

I am literally just queer, in gender and sexuality, I am just a queer fuck !!!! My gender is just I am God, because I fucking am God. I have a boyfriebd. I have a boyfriend. Did I mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend and I love him I love my boyfriend with my whole being 💛

Dom top leaning switch, just do whatever you want

Autistic and ADHD, and a smoothie of mental shit, and chronically pained– Age regressor will always log out before regressing. Also a full time student, don't fret if I don't answer right away~

Living in a shit ass town, long periods of silence are usually due to floods or power outages, or when age regressing.

◇Xochi is a real person I am not horny all the time lmao

A former part time librarian and part time English teacher now graphic design student ^_^ i am trying to create a good future for myself and create the life I want <3

Crybaby, stupid mental illness disaster, hypersexual so go ahead n do whatever

I like stuff apart from masturbating and being horny~ Like drawing, Sky: Children of the Light, Sanrio (My Melody my beloved ♡), Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl, Pretty Cure, Aurora, Snoopy, plushies and cooking to name a few things I like, so don't be afraid to just talk about my interests! I'm not scary I promise :]

Yayyy yippee congrats for getting through this long ass thing !!! Star for you~ ☆

[the-patrex]

I have seen a LOT of discourse about the finale so here is my final opinion on it: I Liked it I thought it was Very Bad

[bylertruther]

i feel like a lot of ppl forget tht max is not a mean person. she was a bit standoffish at first, but that's because a group of boys were "stalking" her (lol) and she was struggling with her new situation. once she realized they were cool, she warmed up to them, wanted to be in their party, and got upset when she felt like they were playing hot and cold with her. and yes, this includes mike, too.

she wanted and tried very hard to be mike's friend. she repeatedly tried to find common ground with him, impress him, talk to him, and extended, like, 9384030 olive branches even though he refused them, lashed out at her, and pushed her away every time.

the same is true in season three. when lucas and will are poking fun at mike, max takes mike's side and defends him. it's only when she becomes friends with el and learns more about their relationship that she changes towards him a little, but that's not even entirely true. her behavior towards him is entirely reactive. once again, he's the one lashing out at her because he's jealous of their friendship, and max is swift to "give him the medicine" every time he tries her. still, that doesn't mean she doesn't like him lmao. she's just not gonna take his attitude without giving some back. that doesn't make her bitchy or mean, though.

like... the jokes are funny, yeah. but with every fandom joke it seems, this joke ends up turning into fanon character interpretation that eventually becomes what people think canon!max actually is. and it's, like... whoa. max? you think max mayfield of all people would be mean for no reason?

max, who didn't give up on mike even when he was mean to her? max, who told lucas that she's angry and sorry but doesn't ever want to be like her brother? max, who stood up to her brother for being a racist, abusive piece of shit because no one else would or could? max, who accepted the risk and showed up to help people she'd only just met even though it was dangerous? max, who never held el snubbing her against her? max, who defended her and mike despite everything? max, who took el in, listened to her, helped her, and immediately became her bestie and heart? max, who defended el all the time and always believed in her? max, who goes to help a stranger crying in the bathroom stall despite having a supremely shitty time herself? max, who refuses to let anyone else take her place in their battle plans? max, who accepted the risk, knowing that failure meant a painful and sadistic death, and sacrificed herself anyway to save the world?

that max?

yes, she's sarcastic. yes, she can be hotheaded. yes, she can be snarky. yes, she absolutely will serve you some attitude right back. but for fucks sake, dude... that doesn't mean she's mean and definitely not unprompted. :/

[1960z]

“we need more mean female characters” y’all couldn’t even handle athena cykes

[armandposting]

I'm literally just sick of people condescending to me about ~gothic fiction~ because I don't like a character in it. me having strong feelings about him does not mean that it's not an interesting and well written character. in fact I wouldn't give so much of a shit if he wasn't. you don't HAVE to like every guy in a work of fiction to enjoy it, analyze it, or understand it. and in fact gothic lit is a great place to do this. sometimes the more enjoyable way for a person to experience fiction is to want to take a character to pieces. I have characters in tvc that I want to put in my pocket and ones that I want to pelt with rotten fruit. they're ALL interesting and ALL add something to the work. I'm not incapable of seeing that just because I think some of them are shitty people. I actually do not understand the perspective that you DO have to like every character in a work to Get It. there's a lot of fuckin characters in here! it's not a requirement to like all of them! I don't like lestat either his appeal to me as a character is not that I personally like him it's that he does interesting things and I like to watch the fallout. that's also a normal way to experience a character. they don't have to all be there to be your fuckin friends

[lukeslywalkers]

Haven’t been in the tag for like a day because fucking Milton is making people just outside of the cone (where I live) go crazy and all MY baddies are directly in its path 😔 Milton is quite literally scaring the hoes 😔

But for real this is my excuse to tell the other Floridians in this little group that I’m thinking about them and hoping everyone is able to stay safe! I know it’s not anything but with Helene just happening I know it’s adding to everyone’s anxiety but like I told my friend this morning “you have prepared the best you can, you’re following your local guidelines, you’re ready for everything and for nothing. you know what you’re doing”

i love yall and will be waiting down south with a push broom and pizza for when that man finally leaves

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

So a thing about Kyle Rayner is that he gets compared to Peter Parker a lot. Which is y'know not invalid, insofar as that they're both everyman characters who got great power by accidentally being in the right place at the right time, and had to learn great responsibility as a result of the guilt of losing a loved one.

Thing is, while all that is true, I'm a firm believer that if Emerald Twilight was written today, Kyle would be compared more with the other Spider-Man. Because while he has a similar origin to Peter, our boy Kyle is a legacy hero like Miles. Both of them had to struggle to figure out what it meant to be a hero with no help from their predecessors, ultimately taking the name and making it their own

Hell, in the Spider-Verse movies, Miles is an artist!

[kyluxtrashpit]

Every time I try to write lately, I just can't get anywhere with it :/ I can string words together but they feel empty. Events happen, but what story are they even telling? There's no emotion, no depth, so substance at all. I just can't make anything that's about or says anything at all and idk why :/

[andorerso]

I know it's not that serious but I get so mad when people say Jyn didn't care about Cassian as much as he did about her 🔪🔪🔪

[sophfandoms53]

Damn the bottles gave me hope that she’d hand them out to who was safe ala key wheel style like the pies last season but its fine a stupid ring toss nomination game works too ig🙄

[pondslime]

invasive

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

wordcount: 941 

Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach. 

EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming. 

A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines​. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.

You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.

You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.

Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.

The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp. 

Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery. 

You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.

It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).

It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.

Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.

God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.

You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.

The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.

Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.

You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).

Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.  

Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm. 

He’s already so deep.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”

His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”

“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight. 

(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)

“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”

Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once. 

People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for. 

His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair. 

“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”

(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)

You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?

Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.

You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.

“Yes.”

[wintertundra-art]

Sharing this here so I can pretend to be active

[bisexual-kelsier]

Love Is Stored in the Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

On Lizzie & Ripred

The newest take I’m seeing right now, both in the TUC tags and on my “controversial TUC takes” post, is that Lizzie’s relationship with Ripred is unfounded and that the inclusion of it “robbed” us of a softer moment between Gregor and Ripred. I disagree with this take so much that I decided to write an entire essay about my thoughts on the subject. The most common argument I see against Lizzie is that she received Ripred’s affection, as well as his tragic backstory, after being present for a very short period of time, while Gregor has known Ripred for months. At a surface level, this may seem counterintuitive, but when we dig deeper into the characters and their behaviors, motivations, and allegiances, the thematic significance of Lizzie’s role in the story becomes apparent.

First and foremost, let’s take a look at Gregor. I love this kid so much, but I do believe that the core of this argument hinges on his more subtle flaws as a character. Consider this: the entirety of The Underland Chronicles is narrated from Gregor’s point-of-view. What does this mean for our perception of the story? We receive only the context that Gregor has, and we only receive the details that Gregor notices and finds important. Across the series, his understanding of the Underland and its denizens expands, grows, and solidifies. He is twelve by Code of Claw and very much still learning and growing, but some of beliefs have settled by this point.

This is where Ripred comes in. Gregor has more or less made up his mind about Ripred by the end of Curse of the Warmbloods. He wants to lead the Gnawers and will achieve that goal by any means necessary. He’s an ally, but probably not a friend, grumpy and abrasive and untouchable. Definitely not worthy of sympathy, because he can take care of himself. In short, Gregor doesn’t see Ripred as a multidimensional person, as someone with emotions outside of anger and self-importance.

In direct opposition, we have Lizzie. Upon first glance, she might seem inconsequential until Code of Claw, because her character arc is quiet and mostly happens off-screen. She’s anxious about almost everything, and the Underland puts her through a lot of trauma in the earlier books without having ever set foot down there. It took her dad from her when she was only four years old, and when he returned years later, he was ill and severely traumatized. His absence and then his inability to work meant that she grew up in poverty, spending a large portion of her childhood food insecure and without a stable home life. Similarly, the Underland suddenly took Gregor, who by that point had undertaken a parental role in the household, and Boots away on more than one occasion. These traumas were then compounded on in Curse of the Warmbloods, first when her family’s apartment was swarmed by rats and then when Grace, the stable parent and breadwinner, contracted the plague and was unable to return home.

Lizzie’s role in both Marks of Secret and Code of Claw directly opposes the effect that Gregor—and by direct extension, we as readers—expects this trauma to have on her. Lizzie is afraid of almost everything, and the Underland has harmed her directly in the past. She should approach it with fear, maybe even hostility, like Gregor does in portions of the book. Lizzie is not Gregor, though, and her key trait as a character is that she is able to see the world as a whole through different eyes. So she chooses kindness, instead.

This is where the excerpt above comes in. Lizzie has never met Ripred personally at this point, and she really only knows anything about him from Gregor’s stories—which almost certainly don’t paint Ripred in the kindest light. Lizzie sees beyond the surface of these stories, though, and considers Ripred as an entire person, with depth and emotions. What she sees between the lines is up for individual interpretation. Maybe she latches onto Ripred’s insistence that Gregor learn echolocation, a skill that might save her brother’s life. She does pester Gregor about practicing. Maybe she sees pieces of Gregor reflected in those stories about Ripred. A rager who doesn’t quite fit in where he’s from or where he’s fighting for, who can be stubborn and short-tempered and quick to hide his vulnerabilities from the people he considers himself responsible for. Maybe she sees pieces of herself reflected in those stories. Maybe, as someone who has lost pieces of her family, who has only one friend, who has likely eaten less than her share so that others could be full, she finds it easy to spot the humanity, for lack of a better word, in Ripred, like light through the crack under a locked door.

Whatever her reasons—and maybe there are no reasons beyond “he’s a person, too”—Lizzie goes out of her way to treat Ripred with kindness before she ever meets him. She sends some of her own food with Gregor so that Ripred doesn’t have to go completely hungry. She makes sure Gregor knows to share that plate of oatmeal raisin cookies with Ripred. Where Gregor rarely shows any gratefulness for his help and, in fact, rarely views him through a lens unclouded by a deeply ingrained bias against Gnawers, Lizzie is kind. Ripred notices.

This is not a matter of Ripred suddenly opening up to Lizzie for little reason after bonding with Gregor across the entire series. Ripred treats Lizzie differently because she acted differently. Their relationship is not built only on Lizzie’s similarities to Silksharp, but on a history of compassion and respect. It isn’t shoehorned in, it’s a necessary relationship that supports the central themes of The Underland Chronicles—violence, war, and colonialism are cyclical, but the refusal to continue living life based on the biases of the past can break that cycle and bring about a brighter future for everyone.