#and it turned out to be kinda that but also um

[fatliberation]

hey um. this is kinda embarrassing but since you're like The Only blog ive seen posting positively about sexuality as a fat person. do you know where i can find information about positioning when your mobility's restricted bc you're fat and disabled? ive been trying to explore anal but i literally just cannot reach and all my internet searching turns up is "if it hurts use more lube!" which no, that part was fine for the like 3 seconds it worked. the problem is the only position i could figure out for reaching was so strenuous my legs, arms, wrists, and hands cramped so badly after 20 minutes of trying i had to stop and it hurt for hours afterwards.

please don’t be embarrassed! fat & disabled people deserve to have open conversations about our sexualities. we’re hot, we’re sexy, we deserve to have sexual experiences that are satisfying! thank you for asking, because talking about it only helps others feel less alone. this is an absolutely shame-free zone!

toys/assistive devices are your friend. if you’re working with dildos, ones with a suction cup base are excellent for hands-free play. it can stick to a flat surface, whether it’s a wall for standing/rocking back and forth, or a platform that is meant to be strapped to a pillow - something you could place on a mattress or even a chair. I imagine that anal beads with a suction base also exist. there's all kinds of neat stuff out there! there are handles that hold toys to help you reach without straining. this post has a long list of accessible sex toy options with links!

remember folks, modern sex toys were invented by and for the disabled community! use them!!

[solaiced]

it’s mating cuffing season!

cw: hybrid geto, mating, geto in heat, breeding, not really sub geto, also slight dub-con, piv, reader is cisfem, and creds to yerchokito for the hybrid ideas (im ur biggest fan)

solace: surprise and happy new year late.

cat!suguru, who you found shivering at a nearby temple. you brought him home, determined to help him, even though he was fighting you every step of the way.

cat!suguru who you loved with every crevice of your heart, knowing he’d eventually love you too.

cat!suguru who slowly gave up trying to ward you off, wrapping his tail around your wrist or ankle whenever he could.

cat!suguru who loves to sleep on your chest and meows until you crack if he doesn’t get to sleep there.

cat!suguru who’s actually a fox. you were wondering why he was growing to be so long, have such pointed ears and such an elongated maw. his tail, once completely bare, had long, shaggy fur now. but it’s weird. shouldn’t foxes be… orange? or white, depending on their region? why was he black?

fox!suguru who will /not/ be taken away no matter what. who cares if he’s a rare breed of fox? no one will get his claws out of your skin. he’ll yowl and cry if anyone other than you holds him.

fox!suguru who hates going to the vet because there’s a fucking snow leopard there who won’t stop pawing him and they get into fights all the time.

fox!suguru who you named purple because of the light reflecting on his fur.

fox!suguru who you discovered was a human when you came out of the shower and discovered a naked man with long black hair, ears and a tail that matched (all three meticulously groomed), a purple collar (with suguru’s name on it, also too tight for his neck) around his throat who was sitting diligently on your bed. where your pet was supposed to be sat at.

“what the fuck.” is all you said, gripping the towel around your body with sheer fear.

“hi.” he shyly waved, half of his hair covering his face, like he was shameful.

so, fox!suguru who turns out to be human!suguru explained his situation (all after calming you down and assuring you he was, in fact, suguru, proving it by telling you that you have a mole under your left asscheek… weird, but he’s the only one who knew as you changed when he was in the room when he was a fox), from the world of sorcerers, to curses, to what made him become a fox.

“so, how did you…become human again?” you asked, now dry but still covering up with your towel.

“i have no idea. maybe because my cursed energy replenished fully, or i felt comfortable… but either way, thank you for taking care of me. you truly didn’t have to.” suguru blushed, looking down at his lap, that you had covered with a pillow.

“i mean, with how loud you were, someone else less patient would’ve killed you, so i had to.” you smirked, leaning toward him, “also, i couldn’t have let you out into the wild, you were too stuck to me.” his tail hit the mattress like he was distressed, and his ears flopped.

“i‘m really, truly sorry,” he whined, facing away from you.

you put your hand on his shoulder, smiling the way you would if he was still… well, a fox.

“it’s fine. it’s not i minded, anyway. i liked the company.” you weren’t lying, you were kinda dying of loneliness.

“i’m glad you did. now, i’ll… leave. thank you for keeping me, feeding me and taking care of me, i guess. i owe you, now.” suguru sighed, turning to you.

“oh, you don’t need to—“

“once i find my phone, you can call me anytime, anywhere and i’ll be there, and i’ll help you.” he was already writing his number on your hand, holding it gently in his.

“oh.” you flushed, blood rushing to your cheeks. it’d been months since a man even touched you with no bad intentions.

“u-um, suguru,” you prompted once he was done.

“yes?”

“why don’t you stay a bit more? i’ll buy you clothes so you can go out without any weird looks.” it would be weird, some random man, naked with weird ears and a tail.

his tail flicked behind him, you learned that that meant he was interested, but his ears twitching compromised that.

“i don’t think i should overstay my welcome—“

“please.” you cut him off, hand in his.

suguru sighed again, nodding. “it would be nice to be lazy a bit more. you’re sure you’re not doing this out of obligation, yes?” you nodded happily, seems the pet distribution system understood the assignment. and gravity hated you.

“your towel.” suguru pointed to your very exposed chest, shameless in his staring.

the next day, you went out and bought him clothes, cooked for him, and pampered him the way you would an actual pet, which he complained about.

“please, i can do this myself, i don’t want to impose on you.” suguru leaned down, face to face with you.

you flushed, smiling nervously, “i just want you to be comfortable.”

“i know, thank you. but please, let me do one thing in the house so i can repay you.” his ears flopped, and it was so cute you had to touch them, rub them and scratch behind. just like before. he moaned, knees buckling like he was literally liquifying.

you gasped at the sound, and suguru pulled away abruptly, straightening.

“no, wait, come back, your ears are fluffy.” you reached up, on your tippy toes, yet you couldn’t reach them.

“no, this… this was a mistake. i need to go.” he scrambled away, tail wrapped around his own thigh.

“sugu…” you huffed, wrapping a hand around his wrist to stop him. “please stay. i’m really lonely, y’know?” looking down in shame, you knew he might not even bat an eye at your ‘problem’.

“i…” suguru started, faltering when he sees the look in your eye. “it’s not like the jujutsu society will accept me back.” he muttered lowly as he exhales.

“um… what?” you’re confused, rightfully, but… what the hell is he talking about?

“nothing. if… if it doesn’t bother you… may i stay until further notice?” he looked embarrassed while he talked, but you’re very happy that he agreed.

“yes! please stay!” you excitedly jumped into his arms and hug him tightly.

“woah..!” suguru stumbles backwards but manages to catch you, automatically wrapping an arm around you and putting his left one under your ass.

you dropped down, managing a nervous chuckle.

“sorry, got a little too excited.” you apologized shyly.

“it’s fine. it’s been a long time since i even had a hug.” he smiled, and you realize, he still looks like a fox with it.

and that’s how you got a roommate. suguru has been here for about two months and you’ve never been so happy for days upon days consecutively. you celebrated christmas and new years together, drinking the worried away happily.

you’re now laying on the couch, lounging around, waiting for suguru to return home from the grocery store. your eyelids feel heavy, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep, snuggled up in his sweater. even though it was mid-january, it was still chilly enough to wear two layers under a blanket.

“i’m home.” suguru’s tired and breathy voice pierced through your sleepy haze.

“welcome home…” you yawn, stretching and flicking the blanket off of you.

his eyes zero in on his sweater, narrowing.

“did you get everything?” you get up, oblivious to the stare.

he takes off his bonnet and frees his twitching ears. he lifts his sweater after taking off his coat, revealing a tiny teensy bit of skin to let his tail loose. “yeah. but the usual brand of milk we get was out of stock so i bought the other one, hope that’s okay.”

“oh no, yeah it’s fine. c’mere.” with your hands outstretched behind you, you bend backwards over the couch’s back rest and make grabby hands at him.

suguru walks toward you, waist fitting your hand perfectly as he leans on the couch.

you flip over, facing him correctly, “i wish there was a way to hide your ears and tail when you go out. because these,” you rub the tips, causing him close his eyes in satisfaction, “are for me to see. only me, okay?” you joke, scratching behind the fluff.

“mhm…” he pushes his head in your hands, almost purring.

later, when both of your bellies were full and the tv show you watch every week comes on, suguru lays his head on top of your lap, enjoying the attention you gave to his furry parts.

he laughed tiredly at one of the jokes while your hands carded through his silky hair.

“what do you wanna do tomorrow?” you detangle a knot with gentle fingers as you ask him.

“i don’t know.” he shrugs, then looks up at you. “how about we just stay in? i don’t think i’ll feel energetic enough.” you chuckled.

“energy? who’s that?” and suguru chuckled back, squeezing your thigh.

“so, stay in tomorrow?”

“let’s stay in.”

you kept your word, sleeping until the late hours of the afternoon. but when you woke up and went to kitchen, you didn’t see suguru. weird, considering he wakes up very early naturally. so, you head to his room, knocking softly, in case he was still sleeping, but you still wanted to see if he was home.

a low groan answers your knock.

“you okay, sugu?” the nickname rolls off your tongue easily, like you were addressing an old friend.

however, instead of answering, suguru just throws something against the door, making you yelp.

“suguru?” you open the door with great effort, and, much to your surprise, it wasn’t an object that hit the door. no, it was far worse. it was suguru himself.

“oh god, suguru, what happened—?!” the mass that once was your roommate leaps onto you, sending you tumbling on the bedroom floor.

suguru’s hair tickles your face as he scans it with dilated pupils. he looked bloodthirsty, teeth sharp, shown by his open mouth.

“you’re finally here. i need… i need you. now.” he growls, hot breath hitting your face.

“what are you talking about— suguru!” you yell when he drags you to his bed, throwing you like a rag doll, like you weighed nothing, bouncing on the mattress.

“need…” he pauses to pant like he just ran a marathon. “need to mate.” mate?! is he going insane?!

“w-what do you mean ‘mate’? are you okay?” you ask again, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. gosh, it was burning. “i think you have a fever, sugu—“

he cuts you off with his explicit behavior, biting your wrist.

“suguru, what are you doing?” you sigh, figuring he was just pranking you.

suguru doesn’t respond, only rips, yes rips your shirt in half. and, knowing you didn’t wear bras to sleep, attacked your nipples until they hardened.

“suguru!” you should push him off. you seriously should. this isn’t appropriate.

.

.

.

who says you can’t fuck your roommate?

certainly not you. suguru is on top of you, suckling on your nipples like a newborn, humping your thigh like an animal. well, he is an animal, but this is basically your wet dreams, intensified by a thousand. and it wasn’t a dream.

“i need you.” he huffs on the hickey he created, sending shivers down your spine. “want you…” suguru trails his clawed fingers down your navel, stopping where your pants met your skin and pulling them down to press down on your panty-clad pussy. “here.”

your cheeks heat up, hands grasping at the sheets, “don’t just say that…”

“but it’s true. and i can feel you throbbing. you want it too, right? please tell me you do.” his rough tongue flattens against your core, and you could feel it dragging through the fabric.

“sugu—!” you push his head away reflexively when he reached your clit, making you jerk. he groans, forcing his face back in between your legs.

“don’t. you can’t take me without this.” he doesn’t waste time, shoving his mouth onto your pussy and slobbering all over it, even going so far as to nibble on your cute clit.

you mewl, back flopping against the mattress as suguru ate you out like his life depended on it, and he didn’t hold back. he inserted two fingers inside of you, curling them, pulling and pushing and making a disgusting ‘squelch’ sound each time his calloused fingertips left your slightly agape pussy.

once he deemed it prepped enough, he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit to gather the slick, straightening to undo his embarrassingly tight pants.

“that’s not gonna fit.” you back up against the wall fearfully, with reason, because the monster he pulled out was terrifying. did the curse make his cock bigger or something? that’s inhumane!

“i prepped you. it will.” suguru puts his hands over your knees and spreads your legs, kissing your entrance with his tip.

“um—“ you were already losing your mind with it all, unable to form coherent sentences as you grab his shoulder. “be gentle. i swear i’m gonna tear if you don’t go slowly.”

“don’t worry. i’m not a monster.” or maybe he was, pushing into your pussy so fast you almost didn’t feel the pain. almost.

“SUGURU!” you claw at his forearms, writhing in his arms.

“i- i’m sorry—“ he curses, tongue lolling out to lick your neck apologetically. “i c-can’t… control m-myself— oh-fuck!” your dearest roommate, who you have cared for for more than 3 months, was turning out to be the most vile dick you’ve ever had in your life.

suguru trembles as he holds your waist like it was his lifeline, pushing deeper and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. not that he was small, but because he reached a point in your cunt where he could not go deeper.

he growls to himself, thrusting in and making you yelp in pain.

“suguru, be careful, it’s sensitive.” you warn with your fingers in his hair.

“i need to go deeper if i wanna breed you correctly.” the dark haired man snaps, his thumb spreading your folds that were already bulging around his thick length.

“what? oh, no, no, no—you are not breeding me. what am i? breeding stock? don’t fucking—“ suguru cuts you off with a kiss, rubbing your clit as he pulls out achingly slowly. you were already so close to cumming even after the mind blowing one he had just given you, legs twitching around his waist.

he tuts, hands under your knees to push them against your chest and presenting your cunt to him. “much better. maybe i’ll even go deeper.” you try to protest but he’s right, you realize that because when he sinks inside of your dewy pussy, you can feel all of him. and it’s evident that he feels all of you, too, letting out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard, right in your ear. you might’ve gotten just a bit wetter at that sound.

“o-oh my—“ suguru gasps, finally thrusting the last inch into your warmness.

you’re struggling to breathe yourself, nails dragging his skin red for the nth time. at this point, people would ask him if he had a cat instead of you.

“thank you—thankyouthankyouthankyou—“ he babbles, roughly licking your jaw and chin as an attempt to kiss you. “you feel so good— i don’t know how i’ll live without you, please-“ you don’t know what he’s pleading for, but his tone had you in a chokehold and you’d do anything for him right now.

“please let me knock you up, please— i need it, i’ll die, i swear i’ll be good for you.” oh, it’s so dangerous. his whines combined with his strokes made your brain mushy and your thought incoherent. you would give in sooner than you thought you would.

“f-fuck, cum inside—“ you moan, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. and suguru is gone. he’s gone and a mindless, pussy drunk version of him has replaced him.

he plants his hands on the mattress and smacks his hips into you, balls slapping your asscheeks in a resounding plap!

he can’t control his eyes, rolling to the back of his skull as he bites his lip to keep his whimpers in check. but it was so hard, the way your walls clung to his cock, the wetness, the way—

“fuck!” suguru bites your shoulder, breaking skin as he paints your cunt white from the inside out. you wince at the bite, gritting your teeth.

your roommate comes back to his senses after a minute, panicking for all the wrong reasons.

“wha-what’s wrong?” you ask, trying to gain his frantic attention.

“it’s leaking.” he brings his fingers to your pussy and pulls out, scooping up the cum that was expelled by your walls spasming and stuffing it back in.

“are you serious? get off me.” you don’t know why you’re irritated, but you’re all wet, sweaty, and you smell like sex. unless he wants a second round, you don’t want to stay dirty like this.

suguru’s ears flop, he looks so pathetic, you don’t know what to do.

“what’s wrong with you?” you finally ask. why is he acting so needy?

“i don’t know.” he grumbles, cuddling up to your chest.

“agh, don’t hug me, i’m dirty!” you try to gently push him away but he’s stronger than you, caging you in his arms.

“i don’t care. let’s make more babies. we need to be sure—“

“we are not making children. i don’t know why you suddenly want to fuck so bad, but keep it down. i need to shower.” you order firmly, after all, an owner needs to be nice but not lenient… right?

“babies.” suguru pins you down on the bed, spreading your legs like he owned your body.

“suguru.” you shut your thighs. “no round two. i’m sore.”

“but… we need to make sure it takes. plus, you didn’t cum.” he makes a point. but that doesn’t mean you want to have children. even if you have a not so obvious crush on him.

“you made me cum once already.” you remind him, patting his head and rubbing his ears the way he adores. the man just purrs and leans into your touch just like he did before he turned back human.

“but—“

“but no. get off me. i’m serious.” he pouts uncharacteristically and rolls off of you to sulk.

smiling, you kiss his shoulder and saunter to the shower, pleasurably sore in all the right places. it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked well.

after showering (and cleaning out your pussy, unfortunately you would have to take a plan b since your roommate/situationship/whatever the hell you were didn’t use a condom), you cover up with a fluffy towel and see suguru on his bed, jerking off.

…jerking off?!

“oh—! i’m so sorry!” you jump back and hide your gaze. you would forever have the image of his pink veiny cock in his hand, but for his dignity you didn’t watch.

“what’s the- the matter? i told you… i needed a round two. i’m not satisfied.” his tail quivers underneath him.

“are you in heat, you dog?” you lightheartedly joke, mouth already watering at the sight. but you can’t give in yet.

“yeah. mating season. aren’t you supposed to help me, master?” suguru breathes as his hand blurs from how fast he jerked himself off, the precum beading at the tip along with your shared juices being used as a lube.

this is going to be a long night.

[write-it-like-disaster]

the lights go on, the music dies (i’m not the girl you’re taking home)

Cait x Vi, rated E

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62080483

“What do you want, dude? I’m kinda b—” Her eyes widen, and she clamps her mouth shut when she sees that the person in front of her is very much not a dude, but a very hot, dark-haired woman. The woman is several inches taller than her, so she lifts her head up and is met with a pair of ocean blue eyes that she immediately finds herself drowning in.

“I’m sorry, are you busy?” the woman asks, and Vi detects a very proper British sounding accent, and fuck, it’s somehow both adorable and sexy all at once. On closer inspection, her hair is a dark shade of blue—so dark it gives the appearance of being jet-black depending on how the light reflects off of it—and it’s meticulously pulled back with a few strands intentionally left out to frame her face and compliment her high cheekbones.

One thing is blatantly obvious: she is unquestionably a topsider, and a well-to-do one, at that.

“N-no, not at all. How can I do you?” The woman’s eyebrows raise, a smirk tugs at one of the corners of her mouth, and Vi feels her face flush from a mixture of embarrassment and sudden desire. She’s mortified, because obviously she’d meant to say either ‘what can I do for you’ or ‘how can I help you,’ and somehow they got mashed up to ask something very different. But she’s also inexplicably turned on, her mind flashing to images of what that mouth with a sexy little smirk on it could do to her.

She clears her throat and offers a roguish smile, scraping together as much confidence as she can as she goes to correct herself. “Sorry. I mean, how can I help you, Cupcake?” She figures she needs to be extra self-assured—verging on cocky, even—to make up for her previous lack of cool.

The woman’s eyes sparkle with amusement, but she gives a very run of the mill response instead of the one that must be brewing inside her brain. “Do you take requests?”

“Um, yeah of course. What would you like?” The woman’s smirk spreads into a grin, and she names the song, which Vi only half pays attention to, too distracted by how her stomach feels like a kaleidoscope of butterflies has been let loose inside. Because the woman was beautiful before, but with the way she’s smiling now she’s fucking breathtaking.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Russell had neglected to mention the inflatable club that you gently bopped players on the head with if they used more than one syllable. That might have been a bit much and might have pushed the idea into 'daft to off-putting levels' territory.

"Oh, you, you heard about Gwent? My, my boss is hoping to, to get some sets in when, when it releases. Maybe have, have a game night to, to play some, some rounds," Russell said. He'd most likely be providing the snacks and drinks, but he'd be fine watching. It would give him an extra chance to learn about it, "It sounds in-interesting from from, from what I've heard. I hope you enjoy it too when, when it comes out."

Of course, Bradley, Simon and David were all looking forward to it as well. They all enjoyed their card games. Russell shifted in his seat when he looked out the window. His stop was no doubt coming up soon, but then he paused on realising that no, the stop didn't seem to be coming up any time soon. He was mistaken. Surely... eh, it had been a little while since he last took the bus. Maybe the routes had changed again. It happened.

But then his widened in surprise when he saw Gaunter take the Switch Lite out. Huh, maybe he was just new to video games in general and that's why he hadn't known so much. At least it seemed like there was an interest after all.

"I see... hmm..." Russell looked carefully at the games. Two RPGs (one turn-based and fairly linear, one action and open world) and a deck builder card battler. Quite the interesting selection for starting out, "Well, for games like, like Dragon's Dogma, you've, you've got Xenoblade Chronicles, Skyrim, Legend of, of Zelda: Breath, Breath of the Wild, M-Monster Hunter... although that's more semi, semi-open world. Super Mario Odyssey is, is kinda open world too, but it's a, a bit more simple and, and cartoon-like."

Russell was quiet for a moment, so Gaunter could take that in. It was a fair little list for just one category.

"For a, a turn-based RPG like, like Pokemon, you, you've got the Final Fantasy series. I, I really like 9 my-myself. There's the, the Paper Mario games, and, and the Super Mario RPG remake. You've got Dragon, Dragon Quest, Octo-Octopath Traveller, Sea of Stars, which is, is indie but it's, it's one of the best games of, of 2023 in, in my opinion. Dark-Darkest Dungeon, Chained Echoes, Virgo vs the Zodiac, Coromon, and, and Cassette Beasts are also Indie but, but I, I really enjoyed then. The Switch is, is a great Indie machine to, to be honest."

He was quiet again then, so Gaunter could once again process all of that. Now for the deck builders. Those weren't his forte as much, but there were a few he enjoyed.

"So, your, your deck builders. I uh, I admit I don't know as, as much about 'em, but there's Slay, Slay the Spire, and Mon-Monster Train, which I, I really enjoy. Armello and, and Faeria also, also have a good fol-following. If, if you don't mind some, some horror elements, Inscryption was, was one of the, the best games of 2021..."

But then he came to release that once again, he had been rambling a fair bit. Even though his eyes had lit up as he went into the games, and the corners of his mouth had turned upwards, his inner sense shame had kicked in again, telling him to just shut up already.

"Um, heh, sorry... I, I probably should have just wri-written them down or, or uh, or something... I, I kinda went on a, a bit there again..."

{As Gaunter listened on, a few things seemed to genuinely intrigue him - the game called ‘Poetry for Neanderthals’ he found to be ultimately hilarious, perhaps if he could find out where the silver haired Witcher or the higher vampire, friends of corvids, had gone.. maybe… just maybe… he could try out on them. For fun, in a fun way of course…! With absolutely no chaotic shenanigans to follow. Wink wink.}

{Mischief and chaos aside, his eyes widened almost like saucers at the mention of Gwent, oh he looked spectacularly excited at the mention of that card game.} “Gwent? As in the Gwent? Oh-ho!” {He laughed slightly, grinning.} “That sounds like a spectacular game, if actually been waiting with bated breath for its arrival since it’s announcement..” {How curious, it seems that even in this lifetime, Gwent had managed to find a way to seed itself. How… interesting.}

{Gaunter briefly looked out the window of the bus, he had the distinct feeling that they would be arriving soon to a stop where the young man would be getting off and he didn’t want his fun to end just yet. So, in a subtle movement of his other hand, obscured by his own body, he ‘magically’ extended the runtime of this bus ride. Perhaps if he could buy himself another thirty minutes or so, to truly cement himself with the young man, Russell, maybe - just maybe, he’d have earned both his trust and his interest to earn him further audience. With another subtle movement of his hand, he conjured up a device he was sure the other would like to see - or so he hoped.}

“By the way, young man… do you by chance own one of your own?” {He asked before casually pulling out a Nintendo Switch Light, inside it held; Pokémon Pikachu, Dragons Dogma and Hearthstone. All three games seemed to fit the theme and genre of entertainment that the other liked. Oh gods above, he certainly hoped this little trick would work. He brandished the item to him for a moment before quickly turning it on and showing him the three lone games he owned.} “I was thinking of getting a few more games to play - something to entertain myself - yet I can’t decide what exactly…”

[ndostairlyrium]

I'm kinda okay with not having too many details, tbh

I remember I was incredibly excited to romance an actual grey warden back in Inqui for then being incredibly disappointed :'D got deprived by my "This is the tainted blood of a killer, Bella" moment and instead I got to relive refresh reboot past traumatic experiences lmao

Romance aside, I stopped reading speculations a few months ago and now I'm like, deliberately ignorant and happy with that. I'll just look at the cute photosets with starry eyes :'

[im-smart-i-swear]

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[halfmoonstruck]

fun gang time

[garygoldenbignaturals]

i know its goddamn november but i wanted. to draw them in halloween costumes okayy...

[crescentfool]

i love ryomina

no but seriously. even when i’m thinking about other things that captivate my interest, i find myself coming back to them and feeling like i fell down three whole flights of staircases every time i do. they are one of my favorite pairs in media and are very special to me.

it’s the way that ryoji and minato’s lives are inevitably intertwined with each other due to the circumstances 10 years ago on the moonlight bridge. without no minato, there is no ryoji. minato as he is today is because of ryoji. they have irreparably affected each other’s lives that you cannot discuss one without bringing up the other one.

ryoji mochizuki, who is death, pharos, thanatos, nyx avatar, the man of many names and identities, is the perfect summation of p3′s messages and themes.

minato arisato, the wildcard and protagonist, who has boundless kindness in his actions despite the unfortunate cards handed to him.

the two of them complement each other and tell a beautiful story from start to finish.

minato’s personas capture this perfectly. he awakens to orpheus, who’s flames burns bright, is snuffed out by thanatos during the encounter against the arcana magician. a visual precursor of the idea that ryoji stole from the life that minato could have had.

it’s the way that over the course of the game as minato interacts with pharos, talking throughout the dark hour, forging a bond that cannot be broken, that allows ryoji to exist. minato humanizes death.

november. the bells toll, calling the appriser. and yet, it’s peaceful... quiet, and full of life. ryoji, who breaks free from death’s chains, refusing his role, is given the chance to live for a month. to make the most of the humanity that minato has given him over those ten years. and what a life he lived. ryoji’s life is a reflection of what minato’s life could have been like in another universe.

it is the way the two of them are reflections of each other. ryoji with his hair down is just like minato. they are both stubbornly committed to choosing to be kind, to love life, yet are chained down by the cards the narrative dealt them with. they finish each other’s sentences, knowing each other intimately in a way no one else does.

how is that, a boy who lived for only one month, profoundly changes the course of the narrative? he is simultaneously relevant and irrelevant. blink, and you miss it, the beautiful life that he led.

ryoji is horrified at the revelations of being the appriser. he who so desperately wished to forget that his existence was meant to bring the end to all life, was unable to escape the inevitability of death. in a non-human way, of course. he becomes remorseful. a shadow of his brief time as a human who was enamored by the small beautiful things that life had to offer.

he is swallowed by grief. grief knowing that his very existence will take away not only minato’s life, but everyone else’s. the very thing that ryoji loved- life, fundamentally went against the role he was born for- to be the harbinger of death. and unable to grapple with this sadness he believes that the best thing for minato to do is to kill him, so that SEES can live in bliss not knowing about their inevitable end.

SEES is left rattled, calling into question what the meaning of life is and what they do when faced against the inevitability of death.

and!!! minato chooses!! for ryoji to live!! even in spite of what ryoji is MEANT to embody, minato still stubbornly chooses to defy death itself! and if that’s not cool i don’t know what is!! minato wants everyone to have the chance to live!!

so he climbs. he ascends tartarus, to meet ryoji, again, who is now the nyx avatar. and i just think there’s something so so beautiful about being able to use messiah, minato’s ultimate persona, against nyx avatar.

messiah, being the fusion of orpheus and thanatos is peak ryomina to me. because ryoji and minato have established an unbreakable bond from having been entwined for 10 years, minato still has a piece of death with him, and by proxy!! ryoji is able to defy and rebel against nyx trying to bring the fall! and i think that’s fucking cool shit if you ask me!

even when all of the arcanas have been gone through, it’s still not enough to stop the fall. and yet. minato knows. in the way that ryoji was sealed in minato 10 years ago by aigis... minato becomes the great seal so that everyone can live. it comes full circle.

march rolls around. he fulfills his promise to SEES on graduation day. minato dies from exhaustion. but goddamn does his sacrifice make me weep- he’s had such, such a tiring journey. he’s been through so many things because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but at the end of it all, he’s reunited with ryoji in death.

and i think this is why ryomina continues to evoke so much emotions for me, to this day. the relationship that they have embodies so much of persona 3′s messages and themes that it makes me feel like a microwave with nothing running in it.

p3′s message is very hopeful, for me. my favorite takeaway from it is that even if death is inevitable, appreciating the life that we were given and choosing to live as best as we can with kindness (even if we can’t feasibly do everything), is just? really nice? and you see this manifest in both ryoji and minato’s personalities and what they do for the other characters.

ryomina just feels so distinct to me, the flavor that their relationship ties back to my favorite takeaways from this game and im just!!  god!! i love you minato arisato! i love you ryoji mochizuki! im so glad that i could meet them! i’m happy that they changed my life! they made me want to appreciate the connections in life even if they were fleeting! they made me!! want to pay attention to the good moments in life and cherish them!

i love ryomina so much!!! i’m so glad that these two could bring so much joy into my life! and i hope that others can have this joy too! 💛💙

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

WARNING: D3ath and !njury,

Also I wrote this whole rant last night in a daze LMAO

Don’t ya love it when the random thoughts sneak into ur brain before closing down at midnight 🥲Someone might have said this before, pls anytime let me know if I’m like plagiarizing cause it’s not my intention sometimes I read some thing and then a month later remember and think it’s an original thought so just lemme know ^^

So what we know: Calico Jack and Kwazii both have pirate pasts. Pirates are usually known to have murd3r-y battles and fatal duels and the like, but can you imagine Kwazii murd3ring anyone? Cause I can’t. But yknow what? I can imagine Calico Jack 👀

SO: Maybe Calico Jack was a merciless pirate like the others before Kwazii was born. We know Calico Jack probably stayed around until Kwazii was maybe 4-6 cause of the photos, then he went to Amazon in search of the lost city and never returned. BUT CONSIDER THIS FOLKS: Once Kwazii was born, maybe Jack had a realization, like “oh dang. This is a dangerous and problematic lifestyle😬” He always tried to positively influence Kwazii, like “hey u can totally be a pirate without hurtin anyone, peace and love my guy” we know Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him from the photos, and Kwazii does get mistaken for Calico Jack, so Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii like his leg or worse. Here’s where it gets intense hehe- mayhaps calico went on a bit of a spree finding the ruthless enemies of his (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and uh “took care of them” so to speak. I was especially thinking about how Kwazii has all the keys to their treasure chests, and how all of their ships are sunken. SECOND SO: Jack leaves the keys and other clues to Kwazii, and departs to the Amazon, partially to escape authorities lmao and to have a final meeting place for them under the cover of to supposedly “find the hidden city” like bro be fr ain’t no way u was there for 20 years and didn’t find it cmon now it was a ploy💀

So overall, everything Kwazii thought was his pirate past, being a pirate before his Octonauts days, it was all set up by Calico Jack. Finding the maps, finding the music box, finding the Pirate Kings sword, finding the coconut crabs, finding the other half of the Amazon map so they would meet again: none of it was being a real pirate, it was a fabricated reality to keep Kwazii happy but most of all safe. That’s why we see no other cat pirates still alive and why good ol Jack gives me shady vibes💀✨🎶And that’s the truth about Calico Jack🎶✨

Hey after all that have a (suspicious) shanty chaps :DD

[quietlyblooms]

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ -James

smut sentence starters | @cursedblessed enjoys a lazy morning with chiyo :' )

lazy mornings are chiyo's favorite.

she thinks this when her eyes flutter open to a sleepy james, hair mussed and gaze warm, and as he gets on top of her to place soft kisses along her neck, purposely tickling her at one point, chiyo thinks to herself, she loves lazy mornings with him. is there anything better than to be cocooned in blankets and kissed by someone she loves?

well... maybe there's one thing.

it doesn't take much to make her needy for him. she wants him the minute his hands slide beneath her shirt, unhurried as he takes his time to squeeze her waist, knead her breast. slow and lazy. chiyo likes it despite how impatient she grows, how she whines at him and arches into his touch as if to wordlessly beg, more, more. he listens, sinks two fingers into her heat, and the pace he takes is just as relaxed as the rest of the morning but steady. closer and closer comes that sweet snap inside her, building like a rising wave, beckoned ever nearer by filthy words meant only for her ears. it's all a little maddening to take their time like this -- wonderfully, deliciously maddening.

she's quick to grab james' wrist before he can make her come on his hand. ooh, so close! " not like this, " chiyo gasps, brow furrowed and face flushed. she is desperate and wanting, impatient as ever, but she is a clingy woman in the haze of the morning. she wants james so much closer than he is; she begs for it, voice still thick with sleep. he obliges. of course he does. no matter the teasing he dishes out while tugging her shorts off, chiyo knows he wants her just as badly. his longing is there in the way he captures her lips, greedily swallowing her moans as he buries himself in her slick warmth. they are hungry for each other. there is no shame in that, least of all in the safety of their bed.

slow and lazy. again, chiyo likes it, enjoying the unhurried drag and push of each thrust. she feels every aching inch of james like this, overwhelmingly warm and full and content. his fingers dig into her hips as he slides in deep. chiyo's grip tightens in the demon's hair, and a whimper catches in her throat. she doesn't want this to end. he feels so fucking good.

" you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. " james unknowingly echoes her train of thought, hissing when she clenches around him. most days, she'd rather watch his composure fall apart, but chiyo wants him as close as he can get. it’s all she can think about as honeyed pleas fall from swollen lips, as her body grows taut in his hands. she tugs james by the hair, wanting him to press his face into the crook of her neck, and the demon's teeth graze her shoulder in return before biting — not hard enough to pierce but hard enough to make her gasp and cling to him. she all but cries his name against his ear. so close. so good. please, let me—

" let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ”

he can’t see how her expression shifts, but he feels how tight chiyo gets, hears her whine. “ fuck, james— ” she digs blunt nails into the soft skin of his back, wraps her legs around him, presses her face against the side of his. “ plea— please, i need it. i need you. fuck. ” no longer are they taking it slow, too eager to meet their ends. chiyo’s not sure she’s even making sense anymore. all she can register is that james is saying something before he snakes a hand between their bodies. “ give it to me, please, please, please— ”

his fingers rub relentless circles against her clit just as he snaps his hips against hers, and chiyo clings to him as pleasure washes over her in waves. james doesn’t let up even as she cries how sensitive she is, hitting her deep and hard until finally he’s coming. he’s filling her up as promised, fucking his cum into her, muttering praise against her skin, and the blonde spasms around him all over again as tears fall down her pink cheeks. through it all, chiyo doesn’t let james go. her legs remain tightly wrapped around him, hand fisting his hair and nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. she takes everything he gives her and whispers such sweet words to him, breathless and sated and happy.

god, chiyo loves lazy mornings with james. she loves him, and as soon as she catches her breath, she'll spend the rest of their morning showing him just how much.

[jjcocker]

thank you rhythm tengoku

[pecoraisa-archive]

Horse wip :]

[inkykeiji]

good morning i am absolutely in love with him and in love with the little tufts of hair curling up oh-so-sweetly at the base of his skull <3

i am twirling the strands around my cute lil fingers and then tugging juuust enough to have him growling slightly—nothing more than a soft lil rumble vibrating behind his ribs—and his features faintly scrunching in a barely there wince, lips spreading into a smirk a mere moment later as he chastises me for being such a little brat <333

[publicuniversalenemy]

hey quick question. what hte Fuck was that,