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"I assumed and nothing happened"..

⊹ ࣪ ˖ baby...sit, let me try to help.

WHAT THIS POST COVERS:

why you "assumed" and it "didn't work"

how you actually assume

what if your brain is overactive and "forcing you to check the 3d"? how to "fix" it

1. The Frustration of “I Assumed, But It’s Still Not Happening”

There it is. The frustration. The doubt creeping in, the whispered thought: But I did everything right. I assumed. I believed. And yet… nothing has changed.

You check the mirror—same face. You check your messages—no new texts from them. You check your reality—still the same, still ordinary, still not what you asked for.

And now, you’re wondering: Did I do something wrong? Did I mess it up? Is this all just fake, some elaborate trick I convinced myself of?

No, darling. You didn’t mess it up. But you are making one critical mistake:

You Never Actually Assumed. You Just Wished.

Let’s be honest with ourselves for a second. Did you assume… or did you hope? Did you decide it was yours… or did you wait to see proof before believing? Did you step into the mindset of someone who already has it… or did you just try to convince yourself for a few days and then panic when nothing changed?

Because here’s the thing—real assumption doesn’t waver.

It doesn’t wake up every morning checking for evidence like a nervous stock investor. It doesn’t crumble the second the 3D doesn’t instantly reflect back its desires. It doesn’t treat the unseen like it isn’t real.

If you planted a seed today, would you dig it up tomorrow to check if it’s growing? No. If you booked a flight for next week, would you panic every day, thinking, "What if the plane doesn’t exist?" No.

So why, when it comes to manifesting, do you refuse to trust?

2. What Real Assumption Actually Is

You don’t assume to “make” something happen. You assume because it’s already a fact.

Assumption is not:

A technique.

A method.

A way to “convince” reality to change.

Assumption is reality.

You aren’t trying to “believe” in something far away. You are stepping into what is already yours.

3. Step-by-Step Breakdown of How to Assume Properly

Step 1: Stop Trying to Control the 3D. The biggest mistake? You are still a slave to your senses.

You look for movement. You check your phone. You stare at your bank account. You analyze every little thing for signs that your manifestation is “working.”

And the second you don’t see proof? Doubt. Panic. Desperation.

Let me tell you something: The 3D is old news. What you see right now? It’s a reflection of your old thoughts, not your current assumptions.

Think of it like this: When you order something online, do you sit there anxiously refreshing the tracking page every five seconds? Do you assume it got lost in the mail just because it hasn’t arrived in an hour? No. You trust it’s coming.

Your manifestation works the same way.

You assume, and then you let go of the need to check.

Step 2: Become the Version of You That Already Has It. This is where most people mess up.

They say “I am rich,” but still panic when they check their bank balance. They say “I have shifted,” but still search for reality checks to confirm it. They say “I am loved,” but still stalk their SP’s social media, waiting for a sign.

So let me ask you: If you really had your desire right now, how would you act?

Would you be stressed about shifting if you had already shifted 100 times? Would you doubt your SP’s love if you were already together? Would you panic over money if you were already wealthy?

No. You would be calm. Certain. Done.

So do that now. Be that person now.

Stop acting like the version of you that doesn’t have it. Stop reacting to the 3D as if it holds any power over you. Stop feeding the version of you that still doubts.

Step 3: Make Your Assumption So Normal That You Forget You Even Wanted It. This is the part nobody talks about: Detachment is not forcing yourself to “let go.” Detachment is when you assume so deeply that you forget it was even something you desired in the first place.

Think about it:

Do you wake up every morning manifesting air to breathe? No, because you assume it’s always there. Do you worry about whether the sun will rise? No, because it’s just a fact of reality.

When you truly assume something, it becomes boring. You stop thinking about it constantly. You stop obsessing over when it will happen. You stop treating it like some miraculous event.

It just is. And when you reach that point? It manifests instantly.

4. Addressing the Persistent Doubters

Now, let’s talk about the people who are still unsure. Who feel stuck, who are thinking: "But what if it’s not working?"

Here’s the truth: If you’re still checking the 3D, you’re not fully assuming.

But Leonora I’m anxious! I can’t stop checking, it’s driving me mad! You’re not alone, and it’s okay. Let’s break it down, because we’re going to handle that right now.

Redirect Your Anxious Thoughts

Some of you can’t just stop overthinking. You try to suppress the thoughts, and they come back louder. So what do you do? You redirect them. Accept that anxiety is just an old habit.

Your brain has spent years, maybe even your whole life, doubting things. Expecting disappointment. Looking for evidence that things won’t work. Of course, it’s going to feel unnatural to just “assume.” You are rewiring years of conditioning. Your mind isn’t trying to sabotage you—it’s just clinging to what it knows. So when the thoughts come? Don’t panic. Don’t fight them. Just recognize them for what they are: old programming.

Say to yourself: “Ha, there it is. My brain trying to protect me with doubt again. That’s cute. But we’re doing things differently now.” Then move on. Don’t engage. Don’t spiral.

Use the “Lullaby” Technique

A super powerful trick for anxious minds:

Right before you fall asleep, affirm gently in your mind, like a lullaby. No intensity. No desperation. Just soft, sleepy, matter-of-fact affirmations. Example: “I already have it. It’s already mine. It’s happening so easily.”

Why does this work? Because your brain is most suggestible in that drowsy state. It absorbs things without resistance. If you do this consistently? Your subconscious will start to believe it on autopilot.

Give Your Mind a “Toy” to Play With

Your anxious brain is like a restless toddler. If you don’t give it something productive to focus on, it will cause chaos. So distract it. Give it a job. Instead of letting it spiral into doubt, tell it to focus on something that supports your assumption.

Daydream in extreme detail about having your desire. Write down your perfect reality like it’s already happened. Imagine a scene over and over until it feels realer than reality.

Your brain wants something to chew on. Feed it the right things.

Yes, your mind is loud. Yes, your doubts feel overwhelming. Yes, it’s hard to stop checking the 3D.

Change the Meaning of Checking the 3D

Some of you will check anyway. And that’s fine. But make it work for you.

If you look in the mirror and don’t see a change, say: “Well, that’s nice. That means the shift is happening behind the scenes.”

If you check your phone and don’t see a text, say: “Perfect. That means the next message will be exactly what I want.”

If you check your bank account and it’s not at 7 figures yet, say: “Obviously. The money is still finding its way to me in the best possible way.”

You get to assign meaning. So make it work in your favor.

Flood Your Brain with Certainty

Every time doubt comes up, respond with: “Oh, that’s funny. I literally already have it, though.” Say it with amusement. Laugh at how ridiculous the doubt is. Make assuming feel more normal than doubting.

5. The Final Truth: You Already Have It. Now Act Like It.

You’re still waiting for proof. That’s the problem. You wake up each morning and search for signs, watching the world like a detective looking for clues. You second-guess. You overthink. You try to “catch” reality shifting in your favor like it’s some slippery thing that might escape you.

But what if I told you that you already have it? No, not “on its way.” Not “manifesting in divine timing.” Now. Already. Yours.

Because the second you assume something is yours, it is. Your reality is shaped by your assumptions. You’re already living the life you assumed. The second you realize that, it will click.

And Here’s Your Final Reminder:

Stop waiting for proof. Stop doubting. Stop acting like your desires are fragile or out of reach.

You already have it. Now act like it.

Your mind, your doubts, your anxiety—none of it can stop you unless you let it. The second you stop chasing? That’s when everything shifts.

[cafeleningrad]

whelp, Vampirism can be anything as long as there is interest in using the monster's body for theme and metaphor.

This is not meant as a dig against you, OP. Your questions would make for an intriguing psychological horror/drama/horror-drama. My problem lays more in "There is only ever ONE possible theme" especially when applied to folklore - more so as the call to authority relies on a book which already uprooted and altered the monster drastically from it's folkloric origin into an avatar for Victorian fears. Which is more a general sentiment spread wide beyond in populture*, rather than one specifically with this post.

Unfortunately anglo pop-culture has often narrowed itself by sourcing mostly to Stoker's "Dracula". And even refering back to Carmilla or Lord Ruthven would still be cycling around British literature. Not that the stories are bad. By no means at all. But keep in mind: The popular imagination what these monster supposedly are is strongly marked by (mostly Irish-)British authors importing a revenant monster (which probably got confused with Werewolves and nightmares along the way) from Central and Eastern Europe, detaching it from it's more structural threat, and then remodeled it in the fashion of the then contemporary fears going around in 19th century British society. (Not that CE/EE/Balkan revenants aren't appearing in stories about violation, and betrayl but not with the sexual proclivities of 19th century Great Britian.)

OP's idea is one of many themes that can potentially be explored with such a monster. It's not an uninteresting idea from the perspective of the monster. It can well be romantic, psychological, and sexually subversive. But it's not the definite meaning/perspective of vampires, and no novel has definite authority over shared folklore. (Like every monster, what a monster represents depends on the time and context in which it occurs.) And in this case, popular culture is marked by roughly the same 4 British novels, maybe it's time to not limit oneself to the scope of writers of a certain time and place. They can be about sexuality, they don't have to. They're originally parasitic in various ways - such parasitism can be explored in many fecets even today. (Like folkloric vampire sucking dry clouds causing draughts, or representing previously inexplicable wasting diseases. Stoker picked up that theme but also used the parasitic theme for Dracula as decaying nobility in the modern age although as well for xenophobia against immigrants. It could also be about psychological vampirism, people draining someone else for egotistical reasonsons etc.) They can be symapthetic in loosing their previous humanity in modern times, in folklore their existence is a vile reflection of crimes they commited while alive - if there even is a backstory to their life. It could also be the story about the victim. That's entirely up the ideas of the writers how to utilize the facets of the monster. Maybe it's time to get more engaged with a monster that's spread from Central to Eastern Europe, across the Balkans and even existing in Greece, engage with the cultures, the the histroy, and expand possible ideas and concepts beyond the scopes of social fears in 19th century Britain. (Considering that LeFanu and Stoker both added a good dash of xenophobia against Central and Eastern Europe, and (more or less) British supremacy in their casting and location but I digress...) It loosens up the corset for what popular culture demands a monster to be, opening up interpreation for readers, and themes for writers.

*"Vampires don't sparkle!" Isn't a substantial complain against Edward Cullen because monsters can be anything the author wants them to be. They can sparkle now if popculture decides arbitrarily that this is part of vampire canon. Edward's actual problem was that his monstrosity if chastized because the most frightening thing Stephanie Meyer can imagine is pre-martial sex. In Twilight vampirism means that the boy seems sexy and dangerous enough but never really dangerous for a plain teenage girl to swoon.

vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

[m1stm3]

mdni!!! (≧∀≦)

UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..

wc: 792 :3

it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.

“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.

and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.

it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.

“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.

two distinct clicks.

it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…

“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.

it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.

and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)

the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?

“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).

“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.

your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)

you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.

click click!

“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.

“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)

even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.

“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.

his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.

“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.

he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

The assistant p.3

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this one shot of Lewis x assistant, I wasn't going to do a third part but here we are, I hope you like it and if you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

The boardroom was filled with the usual tension of post-race debriefs, engineers and executives discussing strategies, improvements, and missed opportunities. Lewis sat at the head of the table, listening with mild interest, but his mind was elsewhere—underneath the table, where his sweet little assistant was currently on her knees, testing just how well she could keep quiet.

He gripped the edge of the table, keeping his expression neutral as he nodded along to a technical analysis. The others were oblivious, focused on their own presentations, while beneath the table, her warm mouth was driving him to the edge of insanity.

One of the engineers chuckled suddenly. “By the way, Lewis, where’s your hot little assistant? She’s always following you around.”

Lewis’ entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His jaw tensed, his gaze snapping to the man. The room went silent.

“What did you just say?” His voice was dangerously low.

The engineer, clearly oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, laughed again. “Oh, come on, it was a joke. We all see how she looks at you like you hung the damn moon.”

Lewis’ grip on the table tightened. “Get out.”

The man blinked, confused. “What?”

“You heard me,” Lewis said, his tone sharp as a blade. “You’re fired.”

“You can’t be serious! It was just a joke—”

“In fact, I can,” Lewis cut him off coldly, leaning forward. “Because I’m the boss here. Now get out.”

The man stammered, looking around for help, but no one spoke. They knew better. He scrambled to gather his things and left in a hurry.

Once the door shut behind him, Lewis exhaled through his nose, his gaze still sharp. “Meeting’s over. Everyone, out.”

The rest of the team didn’t need to be told twice. Chairs scraped against the floor, files were hastily gathered, and within moments, the room was empty.

Silence.

Then—

“Come out, sweetheart.”

There was a pause before you emerged from under the table, your lips slightly swollen, eyes wide and bright with mischief and satisfaction. Lewis reached out, pulling you onto his lap in one smooth motion, his hands gripping her thighs possessively.

“You didn’t have to fire him,” you teased, running your fingers along his jaw.

Lewis cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “No one disrespects you.” He brushed his lips over yours, a slow, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. “No one but me.”

You rolled your eyes. “And yet I keep coming back.”

He smirked, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you even closer. “Because you like it, baby. You like the way I ruin you.”

A blush crept up your neck. You hated how easily he could do that to you—make your body respond with just a few words, a single look.

Since that night in the elevator, everything had changed. Their relationship had shifted from strictly professional to something far more intense. Work still happened—but only in between stolen moments, whispered desires, and nights that left her legs weak by morning.

Lewis had introduced her to a world of pleasure she hadn’t even known was possible. He was dominant but careful, rough yet tender, a perfect balance of control and passion. He took his time with her, savoring every reaction, every gasp and moan he could pull from her lips. But it wasn’t just about sex—it was something more. Something deeper. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her when no one was watching, like she was something fragile and precious… it was dangerous.

Just as you were about to say something else, a sudden wave of nausea rolled over you. Your stomach twisted violently, and you barely had time to shove herself off Lewis’ lap before you lurched forward, vomiting into the waste bin beside his desk.

“Shit—” Lewis was immediately at your side, pulling your hair back and rubbing slow circles into your back. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

You groaned, wiping your mouth. “Ugh… sorry.”

“This isn’t the first time you haven’t been feeling well,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “You need to see a doctor.”

You shook your head, dismissing it. “It’s probably just stress. Or something I ate.”

Lewis didn’t look convinced. He tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “Go see a doctor.”

There was something about the way he said it—firm, unyielding, but still gentle—that made you sigh in defeat. “Fine.”

A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips before he kissed you, slow and deep, as if rewarding you.

Everything had changed since that night in the elevator.

And there was no going back.

@rageshots, @krltkselsl, @mmm777mmm777, @doncockstah

[doodle-pops]

Fingon NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I was beginning to wonder when I was going to post this, and IF I was ever going to, lol. Enjoy this long overdue headcanon!

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A = Aftercare

Fingon becomes very quiet after he’s spent all his energy on a vigorous activity. Pulling you into his embrace, he’ll hold you closely and stroke your hair, rub your back and if any part of your body is hurting, he’ll give it a massage. He also makes sure to clean you up. What happens after sex is mostly up to you; from there, he’ll know what actions to portray. Should you wish to lie in bed and not go anywhere, he’s down for that. If you want to get something to eat, he’ll either request something from the kitchen or waltz in himself and get something made. But mostly, he prefers to have a warm bath after you both have become sweaty. He’ll spend his time cleaning you up and whispering words of affection into your ear. His voice becomes a lot softer and vulnerable.

B = Body part

He loves everything about himself, but what stuck out the most to him was his chest, back and shoulders from your first time together. He remembers how your lips were constantly attached to his skin, nipping and biting to leave your own marks. He loves how your nails would dig into his back or shoulders whenever the pleasure was too much or whenever he teased you and you grew desperate. As one of the well-built and strong members among his cousins, his strength is his favourite feature about him, so wherever most of his muscles lie, those parts are his favourite.

On you, he adores your neck and chest. Whenever he’s in the particular mood and he feels a bit jealous or possessive, his mouth is constantly attached, leaving a trail of hickeys etched into your skin. Furthermore, he is a famed lover of your ass. Has caught himself staring at it numerous times, shamelessly and biting his lips at the thoughts of having it in his hands. Groping, biting, spanking, pinching you ass are just some of the things he loves to do it when the moment arises. Famed lover of anal and has persuaded you to commit to the act proving that it was just as pleasureful as regular sex.

C = Cum

Not someone who likes to make a mess since he’s pristine when it comes to his appearance, he takes the same steps when releasing. Like most of the elves, he loves releasing inside you and feeling your walls tightening around him as he does so. Most of the time, he prefers to stay buried inside you after sex, not liking the thought of pulling out so much. But when he does pull out, he gets lost in watching the way his cum would spill past your hole. This urges him to scoop it up and finger you, pushing his cum back in. He just loves to see the aftermath of his hard work. When it comes to you, every and any way—once it’s okay and safe—he can make you cum, he’s doing it. Even if he has to hold you down and overstimulate you, mostly he loves making you squirt.

D = Dirty secret

Not that much of a big risk-taker, but whenever he’s jealous or feeling possessive, this is where the game changes and an entirely different side to Fingon shows up. Exhibitionism is slowly becoming a kink of his that he fancies. Whenever someone flirts with you, knowing that they’re looking on, he’ll take you to an area where he’s aware they’ll be passing or staying close by. Expect to be taken roughly because he wants you to make as much noise as possible for them to get the message.

E = Experience

When constantly surrounded by his rambunctious and lawfully chaotic family, they spew all sorts of pointers to each other about the best technique and strategy. So, when the time comes for you and Fingon to have sex, he has a few tricks up his sleeves because of them, though it doesn’t prevent him from getting a bit nervous at times. Afraid of messing up because he’s only heard how it’s done and not seen it performed. But Fingon is a very adventurous and brave person, so he does everything with the determination to master it.

F = Favourite position

The basic position, missionary, that he tends to stick to when he’s feeling sentimental and soft. He prefers you facing him; that way, he’s able to observe each and every facial expression of discomfort or pleasure. A huge lover of eye contact, it gets him off at a faster rate and loves to tease or punish you with it. In missionary, he’s also able to contort your legs to any form of his liking and mostly rests them in the crook of his elbows to spread you apart wider and cover your body with his.

A big lover of doggystyle because he is an avid lover of your ass and spanking, thus he wants to be in a position that allows his hands to be all over your ass to his liking. He wants to watch it move under every thrust and slap that he delivers.

Being an elf of great strength, Fingon has no problem showing off his muscles by lifting you in his arms for his taking. There are times he’d brace you against a wall or door, but when the Finwean urge to display his phenomenal strength spurs, he’ll hold you in his arms, legs in the crook of his elbows, and take you right there. It gives him the perfect opportunity to give you all those powerful thrusts that you usually run from, or whenever you were talking back to him. He turns to it when he’s feeling sneaky or just plain ole devilish.

G = Goofy

It all depends on the moment and the reason behind it. If the reason is behind why you’re being fucked so good and you can’t think or comprehend anything properly because he’s jealous or possessive, then no, he doesn’t want you laughing. That just sends him into an unbridled urge to take you rougher because you aren’t taking him seriously—it also makes him more insecure. If it’s a softer session where praises and compliments are being whispered into your ear, kisses littering your face, gentle touches and passionate sex, then a laugh in between is allowed. The moment can call for it because you’re both in love and the air is lighter and airy, so a nice laugh here and there isn’t bad in his eyes. It’s more excusable if it’s a time during your youth and when things aren’t stressed.

H = Hair

We all know Tolkien elves got no body hair, but if we were to speak—he’s named for his hair and is someone who cares greatly for his appearance, so if there was hair, it would be well tamed and kept low. But luckily, elves don’t grow bodily hair—lucky bastards.

I = Intimacy

A sucker for eye contact and hates when you break it. This moment tends to call for missionary or spooning sex or riding him so he can hold your face in his larger hands and force you to maintain eye contact. He once threatened to stop should you look away—he’s that serious about the eye contact. When he’s in his feeling and the emotionally vulnerable side of him shows, he wants to have absolute skin-on-skin contact. He’ll lower his body so it rests atop yours, thus you can’t run away, and have his lips attached to yours or your neck. Lots of whispering and praises coming from both parties—he deserves to have some soft sessions after all that he’s been through.

J = Jack off

In his youthful days back in Valinor, his sex drive was extremely high, so whenever he spent time with you during your courting days, he’d return home to relieve himself using all the moments he captured about you during the day. From your smile to the way your eyes would close, you would hum, the calls of his name or moaning because the food you ate was delicious. He uses the images to help him get off. As time went on, he learned to reduce the rate at which he’d get off. No longer fast and jerky touches, but slow and sensual drags of his palm, imagining that it was your hands or mouth. It wouldn’t be until your marriage or having sex, his urge to jerk off would reduce, and he would prefer to wait for you (to do it for him instead).

K = Kink

Fingon loves to role-play with you, and it is a mixture of both dom and sub roles. He doesn’t have a problem with you wanting him to sub—he’ll gladly oblige because, at the end of the day, he’s being pleasured as well as you. Just don’t turn it around to punish him because he would break any restraint to get back at you, or he’d let you continue and make a mental note for payback. During his time of leaderships, he’s begged you to be a little adventurous by riding him on the throne. It gets his blood pumping to know how much you’re willing to pleasure your King as you’re a servant. King/servant, master/servant, teacher/student, you name it, Fingon is eager to try the roles.

A huge lover of marking your skin via spanking, biting and leaving hickeys, whether it’s playful spanking or punishment or just during sex, Fingon adores leaving his handprints all over your ass. The patterns that decorate your skin show proof of him being there, and his markings spur him on for another round. Finweans and their possessiveness to mark their lovers.

Enjoys overstimulating you and watching how easily he ruins you when you’re able to take all that he’s giving. He has no problem holding you down and giving you all of him, then laughing at how you’ll squirm when it becomes too much, especially after you were the one begging for more. Just seeing how ruined you are because of him, makes his chest swell with pride.

L = Location

Once he’s not feeling possessive which typically leads to exhibitionism, then it’s behind closed doors. He doesn’t have any problem with whether it’s not yours or his room, as long as it’s behind locked doors. But, he does have some favourite locations that involve locked doors, and that’s the study, the library, the private indoor pools and accidentally his father’s study—like I said, the doors are locked. If both of you are far away from a trail while hiking, then you can convince Fingon to be adventurous. Waterfall, a hot spring, or just camping under the stars���yes.

M = Motivation

If you are living a domestic life, then he gets turned on by seeing you do the household chores. Just being in your mental frame of mind of peace and comfort causes his brain to rewire and go into husband mode. Since he’s pictured as an ass person, he loves to see you wear pants or anything that’s tight and shows off your exquisite physique. His eyes are glued to your ass, watching the way the material stretched and contorts around your round bottom—makes him itch to reach out to grab it.

During Fingon’s reign as Crown Prince and High King, you were able to notice his love for being called by his official titles. When you ran your hands across his chest or through his hair and called him “My King/Prince,” it used to get you into trouble. But aside from all the roughness, whenever you praise him for how much you love and appreciate him in your life—how amazing of a husband and caretaker he is, not just to his people but to you, it gets him in an intimate sentimental mood.

N = No

No form of pain or blood play. Nothing that would inflict hurt or embarrassment upon you, which means no watersport, scat, blood and knife play, heavy BSDM and degradation.

O = Oral

Fingon prefers to give more than receive since he cares about others’ well-being. Knowing that oral sex provides numerous amounts of pleasures, he is always willing to bend the knee and have his face between your legs. He may be a bit shaky and nervous in the beginning because he isn’t sure about how you wish to be pleasured, but give him a chance and instruction, and he will excel. Nothing makes him more pleased than seeing you ruined by him. Fingon would either hold your legs apart or press them into your chest or let them squeeze the life out of him as his face is buried between your legs.

However, he would not deny the opportunity to be pleasured in return. He prefers to sit on the edge of the bed or remain standing—that way, he gets to guide your head. Though, the first time you sucked him off, he wasn’t sure if you would be alright with his hand in your hair, guiding your head. When he gets the hang of it, he would begin to take control and move your head along his length or thrust into your mouth—he does a bit rough with his movements when the pleasure of your mouth hits. His pleasure is always followed by words of encouragement about how good your mouth is and how you’re making him feel.

P = Pace

His pace all depends on the motivation. Is he jealous, possessive, romantic and passionate? Is he attempting to prove a point? Is he stressed? Most of the time, when he wants to express his love and appreciation for you, the pace is slow and sensual. Deep, long thrusts that make your toes curl and feel every inch of what he has to offer. The love that emanates from his soul as he pours everything into making love is felt wholly.

When he’s the opposite and it’s stress or he’s riled up for not a good reason or your teasing, kiss your legs and voice goodbye. His thrusts are teasing and punishing just like the session. He switches up his pace mid-way to get you shrieking and begging for more or to slow down. That’s right where he wants you, a mess. Whenever his pace increases, he’ll alter your legs in the craziest of positions to reach you deeper.

Q = Quickie

Fingon is up for quickies, especially during the times when he’s swamped under tons of meetings and critically stressed, which requires an output. He’ll drag you off to an empty room in the abandoned wing of the palace and waste no time in bending you over. As much as he uses it as a stress outlet, he hates to have quickies since he’s limited to all the foreplay and romantic aspect that he prefers to demonstrate. Though when you two were newlyweds, it wasn’t a problem since you two were exploring your interests and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

R = Risk

The only risk he takes is exhibitionism, which is his dirty secret. Anything other than that must be brought to the table way before you both engage in anything sexual. He doesn’t fancy when you bring them up in the middle of sex, it throws off his focus. He needs his mind to be made up and adjust to the crazy request that you threw at him a few days ago. Once it doesn’t involve pain and blood or heavy BDSM, he’ll experiment with you to see what you like so much about them, though not everything he agrees on.

S = Stamina

As an active member of the family who fought war and is a warrior, he has stamina—I mean, he fought a Balrog and died, whatever—but aside from that, he can go for a good few rounds. But whether he goes another depends on you; he lets you make the decision. Fingon can go for long periods since he stretches them out to majorly ensure ultimate pleasure is reached. A round is roughly twenty minutes, and he can go for three in one night. Not back to back though, his refractory period isn’t a great as others in his family. Should you both not see each other or haven’t had sex for months, then you can spend hours rolling around the sheets.

T = Toys

A bit sceptical about the usage of toys (should Middle Earth ever have) since he wants all your pleasure to come solely from him, but he soon understands how they can enhance and heighten your pleasure. He mostly uses toys during foreplay to help your body relax and become aroused for his taking. The most he’ll use are dildos, restraints and blindfolds. The blindfold and restraints come into play for teasing sessions when either of you chooses to take the lead.

U = Unfair

A phenomenal teaser and becomes overly delighted when he can tease you. His favourite form of teasing is to finger you under the table during meetings or at the dinner table where his cousins are present. He waits until you are fully engaged in conversations to strike, only to watch as you struggle to breathe and think of the right words to say because at any moment, you could moan. During festivals or balls, he’ll stand awfully close by and whisper just pure filth in your ear and grin like the demon is his at your attempts of controlling yourself. Sometimes, he would pull you into an empty hallway and finger you until you’re approaching your high and then pull away, leaving you a whining, begging mess for the entire day.

V = Volume

A groaner and moaner, but not overly loud and doesn’t need the entire world to know that you make him feel good. His sounds are only for your ear and for those particular bystanders during his exhibitionism. Only they can hear how good you make him feel, and it’s all for the sake of jealousy. When he moans, he loves to do so in your ear to watch as you shiver from his deep voice. Aside from moaning, he’ll use the opportunity to dirty talk should the moment call for it. Praising you about how desperate you are for him, yet taking him so well. A+ in that area.

W = Wild card

The most adventurous he had ever been with your sex life was back in Valinor during your courtship. He took you on a trip to the Gardens of Yavanna to give you a tour through her field since you’ve never been there. While touring, one of her plants she was experimenting on—sex pollen—struck Fingon, and it dusted slightly on you, which led to you both rolling around in the gardens. It was funny for both of you because Yavanna came across you both just as the pollen was wearing off, since one of her Maiar alerted her of activity. You got a gentle scolding, but it was a moment you both never forgot.

X = X-ray

Not the biggest like some of his cousins, but not the smallest either. He’s the son of Fingolfin, for crying out loud, he’s packing something. His length is just above average, but what he stands out in is his girth, which is rather impressive and makes you shrink a bit upon first sight. His cock becomes darker than the rest of his body and the tip gets red. There’s a curve to the head of his cock which allows for him to hit that one spot right of the bat. He has one vein that runs along his cock, but it doesn’t pack great weight like others. It still requires him to stretch you open before taking because it’s quite a fit.

Y = Yearning

High in the beginning during his youthful days in Valinor, which caused him to constantly jerk off the few times you two were together. When you both got married, you would have sex many times a week during your honeymoon phase. It would sometimes lead him to drag you off in the middle of parties and events to find some quiet place for quickies. As your marriage progressed, the urge to have sex decreased as war was raging around. During the times of peace, he would be highly inclined to sleep with you, but as war approached, it’s on the back burner. As the years went on, his drive would lessen since you two were living in bliss and there wasn’t any need for him to be constantly hovering.

Z = Zzz

Does not sleep right after knowing that he has you to take care of. When he’s finished with your needs, he’ll hold you close, nuzzle into your embrace and watch as you snooze off. Sometimes, a little pillow talk is done to assist with sleep should he desire it, but if it does not come. Fingon would stay up for a long while before sleep catches up to him, if not, he’ll stick around watching you sleep or return to paperwork if needed.

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[charmac]

hi! i saw your post talking about the sunny merch, it was super interesting! i was curious what the merch used to look like and what the problem with it is now. i thought some of the stuff was cute but idk lol! love your account<3

Heyo, thanks for the ask!

So, Sunny's merch used to be made in part by Suburban Riot, a small company in which the founders were friends of Rob's (of Mac's famous RIOT shirt fame and many other of his iconic shirts, which they used to sell as merch), and in part by FX's own design team, which modeled merch off the clothes or events from the show. (For example, when The Gang Broke Dee aired, you could go to Fox's website and buy one of the "Jokes on Dee" shirts that looked identical to the ones they wore on the show.)

Here's some idea of what their merch page used to look like (Screencap from ~2015):

Around the time of the Disney acquisition, the merch was all moved to Disney's control (and I understand Suburban Riot has now been assumed by another Company anyway...but they seem to still be selling Dick Towels, lol) and IMO you can see the shift in quality and the kind of merch they're inclined to make...

I did not mean to say/imply that all of the Sunny merch now is bad, I actually really like some of the designs (the Christmas sweaters especially), but it's clear a lot of the merch is a formulaic design made to be reprinted across different products. Aside from the stuff that's just pulled off the Season artwork (that has no connection to the season, anyway), my gripes about the merch really lie with how it's clearly designed not for fans of the show, but to appeal to the widest market:

I think the most egregious and obvious example of this is the "bowling" shirt they put out after The Gang Goes Bowling. In the episode, the girls have their team jerseys:

Awesome. Kind of a no-brainer to sell these as merch, right? Well, sure, but statistics say Sunny is a boys show and boys like blue and the numbers also say t-shirts sell best, so let's make it a $70 blue t-shirt that looks like a bowling jersey to sell to the boys instead:

(Why!!!! (Money))

And while they still sell some t-shirts "from the show," it all looks like bootleg merch for some reason..? Like, it is your show, why are you altering the design slightly as if you're afraid to get copyright sniped??

Just make and sell the ACTUAL DESIGN.

This is a design created for It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia! Why is the official merch for It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia weird rip off designs of the designs created for and featured in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia!? It's your show!!!

I don't wanna be looking at this through rose-coloured glasses, though, I'll admit some of the 2010s merch was.. well:

lmao

So my dig at the merch is not to say "all the merch looks bad/cheap now and it didn't use to," but really more-so a point about how FX/Sunny lost the ability to creatively direct the merch, and we're seeing that clearly via the formulaic design and products coming out after the newer seasons that disregard the years long plea from fans just wanting shirts (and products! they used to sell Kitten Mittens!!) that are in the actual show.

And, personally... this is the one that got away... I would pay anything for this one...

[sulphuricgrin]

It's Sujamma Sundas!

This week @lathez's Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

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I actually talked about my recent new WIPS like 2 days ago in a tag/ask game. I'm just gonna copy&paste the answers here. Given they're smut WIPS ideas, I don't expect all to read it. Just tagged lots cause i'm more curious about everyone else's ideas that they've been working on, than them reading my post here lol

First WIP:

I'll state the title comes from Måneskin's song OWN MY MIND which is fitting for these idiots. Anyways, it's another smut oneshot! Because of fucking course it is. I'm ill about them. You already know how my outline/ideas are written from the last oneshot with you and the girls on discord lmao Can't believe i'm sharing this publicly compared to the server. nervous nervous nervous Anyways, my stupidity under the cut. SMUT WIP OUTLINE Idea:  Miraak orders Lilli to sing for him, his little canary. Challenges her to see how long she can continue as he goes down on her. Wants to hear her breath hitch and voice stutter. They’ve got their own (overly inflated) egos on the line here. To even the playing field, she asks him to take off the ring that offers him immunity to her illusion work (that's made for him). Curious, he follows through, though a tad hesitant. She must have an idea in mind to pair with her singing. [THIS IS AN IMMENSE AMOUNT OF TRUST, given what she can do to the mind at this point] And she does. Illusions dig into his mind, and he feels her hands all over him ― though never truly there― before settling on his cock. It was an odd thing, for her to jerk him off yet she never truly touches him, for it's all in his mind, and then he feels her mouth that's not there. Both are trying to overstimulate the other, who's attention breaks first. Lilli fails eventually though ;) Seconds before Lilli’s orgasm, he stops, denying her of it. Wants her to squirm. But oh, the whiny sob, her nails digging into his scalp. And then, to his surprise― tears.   To find her so truly overwhelmed. He's never seen her cry like this. Or at all. He loves the sight of it. Especially when it's got her cursing him, vicious, yet utterly begging for him. There's more, but that's the idea~

Second WIP idea:

named to THE CHASE (based off LuLuYam’s song that’s in the Dragonsong playlist haha) I think you can already get an idea based off the title change― I’m making a fic based of one of the fantasies in It Means Nothing (This Means Everything) "Would she make him stalk her through the tower or the libraries for her, whilst wearing almost nothing and that mischievous smile on her face? Yes, she would, and he’d follow in a heartbeat to claim her. Would she do the same, stalking for him as soon as she enters Apocrypha? She does so already." So a bit of a predator/prey dynamic. Because 👀  But it is gonna be a bit of a switch, as in Lilli’s gonna do her typically stalking first before the dynamic shifts to Miraak going after her.  That's all I've got since I'm working on the other oneshot first. But yeah, of course I've got another idea already. I'mtotallynormalaboutthem

I do have more ideas, but i'm scared to share this kind of shit in public.

Thank you, Eve and Cethlenn for encouraging me as always with this kind of shit. <3

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Closed Position Teaser

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

Hello my lovelies!

I come bearing some excellent news and a teaser for the next chapter of Closed Position. The good news is...the chapter is basically done. I just have a smidge left to write and the editing. I can't give an exact day I plan to post because I do have a couple of travel days for work this coming week, but it will definitely be before the week is over. My guess is it will be around 10k words (shocking, I know) and it is in fact all from Kat's POV.

I do have more about this chapter after the teaser. It's basically a couple of past conversations to review because they will be referenced. So give those a quick skim as a refresher.

Now for the good stuff...

Week 8: Viennese Waltz Teaser

Stacia and Joe's eyes focused on Dieter for a beat before Stacia finally spoke. “I’m gonna need for you to tell me what the hell is going on because we’re getting inundated with calls from the press.” Dieter shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific…because I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Stacia scoffed, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You know exactly what I’m talking about…the social media posts? The mystery brunette with you on the beach that’s plastered all over the tabloids? You’ve got nothing to say about that?”  I glanced over at him just in time to see the side of his lips twitch upward. “What is there to say? That I’m seeing someone? It’s my personal life. I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” Stacia looked like she could have punched the smug look off his face. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing over how worked up she was getting. She leaned forward, pinning Dieter with her eyes as they flashed with anger, “If it affects this show, then yes, you need to give a heads up. Our ratings may plummet over this...you realize that right? The fans have bought into shipping you two, and if they can’t do that, then they won’t watch.” 

Let's just say we get a very sassy Dieter during their weekly production meeting in this chapter. He sort of unleashes after this and it's kind of hot to be honest. 😏

Given that it's been a while since some of you may have read the earlier chapters, might I recommend you review the bits of past conversations below before you dig into the next chapter because we will be circling back to them. 😬

More under the cut.

From Week 1: Introductions (Dieter's POV)

Once filming was done for the day, we took a seat on the floor for a water break as the crew gathered up all of their gear to leave. We mostly sat in awkward silence until we were finally alone. I could feel Katarina’s eyes on me as I stared at the water bottle in my hand. She spoke first.  “I feel like I should apologize about yesterday…I was having a shit day and kind of took it out on you. I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean what I said.”  I pursed my lips and shrugged, “It’s fine. I’m used to it at this point.”  She reached out and grasped my wrist with her left hand, the heat of her touch raced through me as I looked at the glittering ring on that finger for a moment before meeting her eyes, “It doesn’t mean that it should keep happening though. It’s not right and it’s not fair to you. Everyone deserves a second chance.”  I huffed out a small laugh, “Yeah, except I’m on like my tenth chance. I understand why no one takes me seriously. Really, it’s not that big of a deal.”  Her face softened as she stared at me for a beat, like she was trying to decide what she wanted to say next. Then she shifted her body to face me as she crossed her legs, “It is a big deal. It’s a big deal to me because I know better. You know…”  She paused, appearing to gather her thoughts. I moved to lean back on my hand and face her more fully with my legs stretched out to the side. My teeth bit into my bottom lip as I watched her face shift to a somewhat pained expression. It was brief, but I still caught it before she gained her composure.  “My uhh…my dad was sober for about 14 years before he passed. I know how hard it was for him in the beginning…with everyone doubting him and not giving him a chance. It’s one of the reasons he relapsed the first few times. It can be hard when you don’t have any support from the people around you. I know that…and I don’t wanna be one of those people. You haven’t given me any reason to doubt you, so I wanna make sure I’m giving you a fair shot and support you as long as you’re actively trying to better yourself. I know first-hand that people do change.” Is she fucking serious? I couldn’t move or speak. She had stunned me again for the second day in a row. I never would have guessed she would share something so personal, especially on our first day together. She seemed sincere in her apology.    I finally managed a curt nod before I reached to rub at the crease between my brows, “Thanks…I uhh…I appreciate that.”  I let out a small laugh, “I appreciate it more than you probably realize, actually.”  She gave me a tentative smile, “Does that mean I’m forgiven for being an asshole then?”  I chuckled, “Of course…and I didn’t think you were an asshole. Not really. I had a feeling you were having a bad day.” “Whew…ok. Good. I was worried I had already fucked this whole thing up before it started.” 

From Week 5: Rumba (Part 3) (Kat's POV)

My thighs clenched together, the throb at my center was now unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew there was no fighting it at this point as my hands dropped down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. The soft fabric was replaced by my fingers splayed across his bare chest. He leaned in and kissed me briefly before pausing and placing his hands on either side of my neck with his thumbs resting on my chin, gently stroking my face. He pulled back, his intense eyes locking with mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. I nodded in response, but then he continued, “If we do this…it changes everything. I-I can’t go back to the way things were before. It’s all or nothing for me.” He was deadly serious as his eyes bore into me, unblinking as he searched mine. His intensity took me by surprise, and only seemed to spur me on. I let out a shaky breath, his vehemence causing my heart to pound in my ears. I nodded again, “I’m sure.” He must have found what he was looking for as his eyes danced around my face, because it was like a dam had broken when his lips finally crashed against mine.

So, as mentioned, we have some angst coming up. Based on these two passages, do we have any guesses on what's about to go down?

That's all I've got for now. Until next week!

💜Mysty

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💬New Post from holidaygirl1224

So obviously I'm like, always really into retro games... but recently I've specifically been wanting to play all my old PlayCube games. Apparently I'm not the only one cause they're all REALLY expensive online right now XD Thankfully I know I still have my original console and games somewhere... but exactly where I wasn't sure... so I decided to dig through our garage! It's been a while since I've even been in there, it's chock-full of junk... so many unorganized boxes (that my dad packed, no doubt XP), and a WHOLE lot of dust. I started just going through the most accessible boxes first... unfortunately it wasn't that easy, everything was just kitchen stuff. A bunch of boxes later, still no luck. Eventually I found one near the bottom that was just labelled "GIRLS"... best lead yet! Open it up and at the top there were a bunch of really old drawings. They were mostly all mine... a lot were of these characters I made that I used to draw all the time. They were two girls that had like, every magic power you could imagine, I wanted to make a movie about them... I completely forgot all of that until just now. After getting through the drawings, it was a bunch of random stuff... some toys, a few books, and a really small camera. It's an older digital one, and it had an SD card in it, so, I'll have to check that out soon... can't imagine what photos are on that. Finally, at the bottom of the box... there was my PlayCube... aanndddd there were no cables. Of course XD Thankfully they aren't too hard to find online, so I just ordered some. They'll probably get here in the next week or so... then I can game to my hearts content XP For now, I'll check out what was on that camera... everything on there's got to be really, really old.

[purplereignn]

my eternal sunshine: why my last relationship didn’t work out

in my last post, i mentioned how my (now ex) boyfriend cheated on me during my 2024 solar return. not only did my last post inspire me to talk about this, the song intro (end of the world) was also my biggest inspiration. it’s been a year now, and i would like to finally reflect on my relationship with him by dissecting our composite chart.

saturn in the 1st house

with saturn in the 1st house, it felt as if we were both constantly working on our relationship instead of just being in it. we both wanted to act more mature than we were to make things “last”, even when we weren’t ready. we got together when i was 17 and when he was 19 already talking about getting married and starting an entire life together at such a young age with little experience of what a real relationship looks like.

cancer in the 1st house

at times our relationship felt nurturing and safe all the while feeling like we were trying to build emotional security and being scared of vulnerability. the home we wanted to create kept falling apart.

pluto in the 6th house

with this placement, there was a constant push-pull between control and surrender. i remember fighting over alot of things almost everyday even for the little things. just a lot of struggles in our daily routines. it also felt as if though we kept trying to “fix” ourselves.

moon in the 8th house

there was this deep emotional entanglement between us. we both feared emotional abandonment and felt overwhelmed and drained with such emotional intensity between us. some days it felt as if it was too much

chiron in the 8th house

there were wounds around intimacy and trust. i remember he’d always go through my phone but would pull his phone away each time i’d reach for it and fights would break out because of it. we both did not trust each other at ALL. anytime i’d go somewhere, he had me on facetime and turn the camera around to show him that i wasn’t sitting next to any guys. he also didn’t like me going to the gym on my own. neither did he like the way my uniform would make me look so he’d ask if i put on a jacket over it. but he’s not the only one that did these things. i wouldn’t allow him to talk to any girls or look at them or even look for a second job because i was afraid he was going to cheat on me. i also held double standards for myself, allowing myself to talk to my male coworkers or class mates. we were truly a match made in hell

mercury square pluto

there were always intense, obsessive communication patterns; power struggles through words, mind games or digging too deep; trust issues around honesty and hidden thoughts

mercury square ascendant

there was always ALWAYS ALWAYS! miscommunication between us; friction between how one person thinks and how the other person shows up; a lot of misunderstandings.

jupiter square pluto

power clashes around values, beliefs, goals. we had this obsession with growth or “fixing” the relationship. control issues disguised as big picture plans. i remember we both had this saying “i rather start a thousand times over with you than with someone else” because how desperately and committed we were to staying together. especially on his end. i was always the one breaking up with him almost every month for small things and he’d be the one to get us back together.

conclusion

in the end, things worked out the way they were supposed to, a lot of opportunities opened up right in front of me and im glad i got to at least experience that chapter with him and not just anyone. at one point that was my best friend that i grew up with and despite of it all, i still have love for him, but i can only love him from a distance. its better off that way. i hope my eternal sunshine is doing well.

[thelaurenshippen]

good night laurinia, do you have any canon sexualities for your characters? Other than the more blatant one's like Mark's bisexuality and chloe being ace,, I'm especially curious about joan wadsworth and owen, xoxo ♡

good morning anon!

so, the answer to this is a little complicated simply because of my current feelings around the idea of "canon" and my position as a creator on the internet who has a direct line of communication with my audience. so, sorry for answering such a simply question with a long and winding ramble about the current state of storytelling, but I will get to your actual question.

for a long time, I answered questions over on @thebrightsessions tumblr about anything and everything people wanted to know about when it came to my characters. but as the show grew bigger, people started to take those answers as gospel truth, even when the only evidence of that "canon" was a tumblr post and not the show itself. I want people to do whatever they want with my world and characters and it started to feel as though sharing my thoughts about things was discouraging that or disappointing people in some way.

so now, I mostly keep answering those questions to the atypipals discord. the community there is pretty tight, so they get a lot of my secrets lol, as well as my uncensored thoughts on things because we've all agreed that what I say means absolutely nothing if it's not in the text! (nap of the author, we call it, because thankfully no one wants me dead).

ALL TO SAY, there are some strong assumptions to be made about the characters based on the show, even when their sexualities aren't explicitly stated. when you expand to include the canon novels, there's even more.

but, as far as I can recall, I think the only sexualities that are explicitly stated are (just including voiced characters in the podcast - the novels have a bunch more):

Mark is bisexual

Chloe is asexual (she's also panromantic, but I don't believe I ever use that word, simply mention that she has two exes names Alex, one boy and one girl)

Adam is gay

Sadie is straight

Rose is gay

...I think that's it? no one else claims a label, I don't think, but obviously there are several other characters who have same-sex relationships:

Caleb canonically pretty much is only into Adam

Sam dates both Mark and Mags

It is heavily implied that Oliver has a thing for Mark

It is explicitly stated in the books that Damien is in love with Mark

Frankie is a trans man who dates Caitlin, which I consider a queer relationship given Frankie is a member of the queer community

and then, of course, there are the characters that are never in a romantic relationship in the podcast or are only seen in heterosexual relationships - those sexualities are up to interpretation! that does mean I don't have a straight answer (pun intended) to the characters you asked about, because amongst those three, all we know is that Joan dated Owen and had a thing for Jackson.

I hope that's not too frustrating of an answer!

[mintcaboodle]

we need ao3 for fanart and I am so completely serious. A universal platform not driven by any kind of professionalism or end goal, just for creating. Most important of all it needs to share the incredibly helpful and complex filing system ao3 does. this would be beneficial I think. because I want it.

[skelecentral]

Wasn’t gonna post this because it’s only semi-UT related, but. I really wanted to lmaooo— here’s my faeu self insert (post-turned-fae!)

Faeu is by @/antlered-prince

[front-facing-pokemon]

[akai-anna]

A neat little thing that I love from movie 4 (Captured in Her Eyes): in Tropical Land, Conan’s outfit echoing Shinichi’s iconic outfit.

This is The Outfit. Everyone who knows DetCo, Knows It, Remembers It.

And I love how Conan’s outfit has the same colours and casual, cozy feel of it. From the light blue of his shorts, through the yellow-green combo with the blue accent of his top (EVEN THE ORANGE APPEARS ON HIS SKATEBOARD!!!), to his iconic red sneakers!

The movie starts and ends in Tropical Land, and I absolutely adore how you can visually see the connection through his outfit.

[yantao-enthusiast]

pleaaaase stop tagging wlw ships that are background on the mlm fics !!!!! the majority of that wlw ship tag is clogged up with mlm with just a dash of wlw when all the people want is them to be the stars PLEEASSSEEEEEE