#and you have an accessory twink now.

[bitchfitch]

I'm redesigning Maelgwn again and his brief is "Wolf +oranda goldfish+ squid but adapted for extreme cold, tool use, and land based ambush hunting." and it turns out that a wolf that's a fat, extremely fluffy ambush predator which can stand on it hind legs and use it's forepaws like hands is just a regular bear. Those already exist.

this is not a cool experiment in exobiology. I'm just duct taping a carp and a cephalopod to a bear.

I have no plans to change anything about his design because that's funny as fuck.

[ancientpersacom]

“They made them a conveniently attractive twink omg ruined design yap yap”

FOOLS. ABSOLUTE DINGBATS YOU ALL ARE. CAN YOU NOT SEE ALL THE SYMBOLISM????

I will defend this design to the ends of the earth. Yes they’re hot, that’s merely a bonus.

1) that’s not a shirt that’s a fucking Galaxy under that suit. Mf has no body, just a vaguely body shaped void. Meaning floating head and hands that aren’t attached to anything. You take those clothes off and it’s the fucking void. They’re non binary AND sexless. Beyond any physical body, just shaped like it for fun.

2) the old bodies head dead in their hands and simultaneously birthing a foetus. That’s the circle of life, a rebirth, a metamorphosis. Chaos is above a god, they’re primordial. They don’t have a permanent appearance or identity. They’re ever changing. They look like this now, but if there were another game, they’d change again. They’re always changing, killing their old self and reshaping it. The wings have also moved and grown from the head to the back. Chaos expands indefinitely, bigger and unable to be contained in any way. They don’t even need wings, they can float. But they decided to have them anyway, just because. Because they can.

3) this is Ancient Greece. Suits don’t exist yet. Chaos took clothing from thousands of years in the future. They’re beyond time itself, they’re not effected by Chronos in any way. They’re in their own realm outside of time an space, they know things from the past, present and future.

4) the hair being the same colour as and long like many of their grandchildren, family resemblance there. Almost like they’re,,, missing them. Despite being this omnipresent being beyond human emotion, they still care in their own way. Copying them to feel some form of deeper connection.

5) the earth is an earring now. That’s how inconsequential it is to a being like chaos. It’s just there, an accessory, nothing special.

I could go on. Maybe I’m reading too deep into it but given the fact all the designs in the first and second games tend to have symbolism in them based on the myths the gods come from and what they represent, I don’t think I’m too insane for seeing symbolism here.

[occamstfs]

Green Eyes of Envy

Adam finds a necklace that promises anything his heart desires and nothing does he desire more than a body no one could deny.

Vaguely Halloweeny possession story based on a well-trodden trigger! Twink -> Jock -> Bear(ish?) IQ drain/corruption. Don't forget to vote on my Viral Transformation Story poll, only one day left! Hope you enjoy! -Occam

As soon as he sees the necklace lying on the ground Adam throws it on. So far it’s another subpar night spent going home alone from the bar, at least if he nabs a cute accessory there’ll be something gained. After throwing it on, when there’s a sudden buzzing in the back of his head that’s increasingly approximating a voice Adam chalks it up to his conscience trying to speak up about his and promptly ignores it.

Once he arrives home and takes time to stare at the medallion dangling on his thin chest however, he finds the voice may well have been something external, something supernatural. As a voice resounds in his head that is clearly not his own, “Adam is it?” Concluding he’s already fallen unconscious, hopefully indeed in his home, or that he’s had far too much to drink tonight for him to remember whatever he’s about to get into he plays along. “Whazzit to ya-” Realizing just what a goldmine position it has found itself in, the presence within the necklace prepares to strike.

From the drunken grumblings made by the young man in their short time together there is clearly insecurity to pray upon, and his new owner seems adverse to caution. The being within the necklace feels close enough to gaining a physical form, a body, it can almost taste it. It cannot slip up this close to the finish line and must act swiftly and with care, “So Adam, I take it you did not fare too well in your night on the town?” 

The drunken Adam’s small hands suddenly grasp the chain and pull slightly, moaning incoherently all the while. Feeling the tug the necklace quickly speaks up once more, “Woah woah woah my dear, do be careful! If you allow me, I can help you achieve your wildest dreams!” Eyes suddenly grow deathly serious as he hears the metallic voice speak in his head, “you cuh- anythin-?” 

Calculating faster than a human mind can, the voice seizes on the curiosity, banking that whatever the drunk asks will indeed be in his purview, “Anything.” The hitherto thoughtlessly lolling mouth curls into a smirk and his mind dances with the possibilities, “Uhhhh, genie ruleshh, ish it?” 

The medallion somehow sighs not wanting to highlight the potential, or fact rather, that it’s going to twist the man’s wish to his own end but sensing its holder’s brain seems the type to rarely make a connection deeper than surface level it concludes it should be fine. “Sure, something like that.” The chain jostles on Adam’s thin shoulders as he shrugs, “whateva- can you jussht give me the body of a fuckin’ stud?” Perfect. Mission accomplished.

Adam’s eyes flash green as the medallion does similarly, connecting them and giving whatever surely sinister being lies within the small coin carte blanche. Speaking from a deeper foothold in Adam’s mind the voice gives the perfunctory warning that any act of magic requires, “Do be wary of course, the inner bits of yourself have a nasty habit of matching the outer changes.” Though knowing that it’s now only a matter of time before it’s in control it begins to reveal it’s less than amicable side, “though given how fast you let me in it seems your deep inner tapestry hasn’t all too much to lose.”

Treating the slight as if it were the annoying buzz of an insect flying around his head, Adam quickly ignores the voice altogether and pulls out his phone to hunt for the perfect body. Lucky for the spirit Adam was already beyond horny before the necklace even graced his neck, so it is not long before his envious eyes find a man enthralling. In no time at all Adam is halfway drooling as he stares at some influencer’s massive pecs. He’s doing some skit but Adam doesn’t hear a word he says, as he stares his desire proves enough tinder for the spirit’s work to begin on his body.

Adam’s eyes simply flash green and laughter fills his mind, just as muscle begins to fill out his chest. Having always made excuses to shy away from the gym for one reason or another Adam smirks as he gropes his growing pecs. Suddenly bursting from non-existence into the by far largest muscles on his body, eclipsing his ass and thighs in a manner that should not be possible. Nipples surge larger as a few thick curls begin to smatter themselves across the burgeoning pecs. Nails scratching into the soft muscle Adam smirks as he imagines that no matter how hard he tries from here on out he could never hide these powerful pecs.

Emerald shade clearing from his eyes the aftereffects of his proud new chest are less than apparent. Rather than any grand changes to the horny drunk’s personality, the spirit simply allows the current drunken recklessness to seep in deeper. Suddenly the type to never back away from challenges even in a sober state, Adam smirks as he imagines all the heads that will turn when he gets a chance to show off his bulky new pecs. Though despite how impressive they are, they can’t be the only brawn on his body hm? Before the spirit even has a chance to seed the desire for more changes, Adam himself hungrily returns to the hunt for his own aggrandization.

Only having just faded back to his natural eye color his eyes quickly shade a darker green than even that of the medallion as Adam stares at the arms of a gymnast that pops into his feed. He clenches his jaw and reflexively flexes his arms as his weak biceps suddenly surge with the strength of someone who has spent a lifetime working towards his own betterment. He smirks as veins bulge down his biceps as his own laughter resounds even louder than that of the spirit in his own head. Forearms and triceps suddenly hold strength that hasn’t a hope to reasonably wield. 

Adam’s eyes then trail from the impressive arms towards what he always paid more attention to when the gymnast was trending, the man’s thick pits. Instantly does intense itching begin in Adam’s armpits. They burn with pleasure as a forest begins to surge outwards, growing thicker as he desires to be more than any man that pops onto his screen. The few hairs painting his chest rapidly expand in kind to compete with the dank jungles that now thrive and drip with sweat under his arms. Sitting there smirking as he tears his eyes away from his phone to delight in his new beyond hairy pits as rivers of musky sweat begin trickling down his bulging pecs and thick biceps.

Suddenly having the upper body of an Olympian, Adam’s mind grows foggy with a pride even greater than the sum of his impressive parts. Bouncing his pecs for the first time while doing a double bicep flex, Adam is filled with lust for his own form and a growing confidence that already no man could ever possibly resist him. He grunts and notices that his neck has similarly grown thicker, his voice resounding deeper as an adam’s apple bulges onto his previously smooth neck. Moaning as he takes a deep breath and enjoys his new heady musk, he feels his mind start to drift away from the pursuit of perfection and to instead just give in prematurely to hedonism as his larger hands inch towards his crotch. 

Before getting the chance the voice returns and whispers like a snake, “ahh ahh ahh Adam… We are not complete yet.” Looking down at his lower body he shakes off his horny delirium and agrees, rapidly returns to the more than mindless scrolling, thankfully easily able to hold up against the whims of his still average cock. Adam again does not have to search long before his eyes land upon men he longs to be, to have, to be with. His eyes once more glow a searing Emerald, and the medallion scarcely lights up, at the sight of two specimens that alight more jealousy than anything yet.

Memories of his anxieties and self-doubt quickly vacate as confidence imbues every inch of him, staring at the thick thighs and powerful calves of the bodybuilders he feels his power and pride grow to new heights. Immediately sending tears down the ratty old skinny jeans he wore to the bar, thighs that make it immediately clear that their owner could break a watermelon between them surge into existence. Finally regaining their top spot as the largest muscles on the body they grow larger than his pecs before being similarly outmatched by his ass growing firm and flexing larger with each hungry glance at the two men.

Legs cramping outward the spirit within Adam feels his ability to control the man almost come to a head. Adam doesn’t notice as his fingers twitch and flex beyond his control nor does he care as his toes strain in the air as his feet inch larger. Why does it matter that his chest is flexing without being told, it’s hot, Adam surely meant to do that anyway. Looking down and inspecting his new form, concern slides off his mind anyway as he sees hair begin to increase across his chest, rapidly shooting down abs that he didn’t even notice forming. 

He plays with the forest of hair beginning to shadow the whole of his torso as he feels similar stubble being to scratch against his chin. Tilting his head, his foggy mind struggles to wonder how he’s still changing without looking at men like the medallion instructed. Looking at his reflection in the mirror and seeing the impossibly alluring figure he has become however he decides to not care what the stupid thing said anyway. He must have gotten what he needs from it already.

Thoughtlessly he removes the necklace and tosses it away having decided he’s more than enough man. Only then does his bulge begin to grow beyond what he has always known it to be. There’s a sigh of relief and anticipation as he realizes he almost missed a chance to grow his cock with whatever that coin did to him. Face and chest burning red with blush he forces his hand into his crotch and smirks as he feels his thick fingers begin to tangle in his new bush. His free hand still dances across the bounty of chest hair and his new mustache scratches against his shoulder as he bathes in the new musk that resounds from his pits.

Mind clouded from his changes, having far too much to drink, and the cocktail of new hormones issuing forth from balls rapidly filling his briefs, Adam pulls out his larger cock and begins to go to town. Experiencing the new heights of pleasure that his dream body allows Adam loses himself to new ecstasy. His cock stretches to a size that rivals the forearm of a lesser man and his balls race to match the size his impressive body warrants. If it weren’t for his hand slowing down its thrusts it’s likely that Adam would never notice what was to happen to him next.

His face moves in unfamiliar patterns as something besides him stretches it to understand how to control it. Eyes slam shut as far as they can and then reopen, and Adam suddenly realizes that he can no longer move them of his own volition, and yet he still sees. Staring out from eyes seemingly out of his control, Adam feels his mouth smirk without instruction as a voice he has barely gotten the chance to use spills out from his thicker lips, “Well well young Adam. Excellent work thus far, think I’ll take over from here though lad.” 

Adam struggles for dominance as he finds himself but a voice in his own head, watching his new fingers dance at the end of powerful arms he scarcely had time to appreciate. He feels them flex and struggles not to give in to the delight of the power and continue fighting. Feeling himself not totally lost he endeavors a hail mary and focuses all his attention to the one thing that has always been able to override his mind in the past. His balls churn and his cock bounces as even whatever clearly powerful spirit now controlling his form is unable to resist his rising lusts. The need for release that suddenly blares through every sweaty inch of his skin and the being totally not used to self-control or human weakness struggles to not give in.

The spirit grunts as it remembers its tenuous position on reality, through its own suddenly clouded mind it goes into bargaining mode, struggling to stop their body from its uncontrollable thrusting into the air, “Ohh oh fuck okay, another deal. I can’t- We can’t cum yet or grgh- Please not yet!” Adam grinds the well-trodden neural pathways of lust to a halt as he desires to hear the being out. To signal his willingness to play ball, as well as out of the hope Adam should be better at staying his hand from masturbation, it allows Adam full control once more. Adam does begin playing with his cock immediately, moreso from the ever-pressing desire to cum rather than intimidation at expelling the spirit though it works for both. 

The spirit somehow clears his throat within Adam’s head, “To level, I am in here now, for good. But we can work out an arrangement, we can share. You can fuck and frot whatever, but every so often I’ll need a chance at the wheel for my own, uhm ends. Worry not, if anything it’ll only amount to more pleasure for yourself!” Adam cups his larger balls and struggles to understand the implications of this agreement. He hasn’t the capacity to care that his intellect seems to have diminished as his body grew, in fact as clearly duller words spill out of his mouth it only turns him on more, “Uuhhh, so we’ll share my body?”

Somehow rolling eyes he doesn’t have control over, the being realizes this must be a two way street and agrees, “Of course, you just let me do my thing and we’ll get along great.” Adam scratches his beard itching thicker and shrugs, “Sure dude, whatever.” At the lightest sign of agreement the spirit seizes control, too late does he realize his haste has caused him a misstep. Whether its his limited time in the corrupted mind of Adam forcing human err unto the spirit or simply from just how unprepared the spirit is to handle the overwhelming lust in Adam’s mind, rather than sharing control the two become irrevocably one in both body and mind. Whatever sinister priorities the spirit had rapidly shift to match the hedonistic needs of Adam. Rapidly fading into the bestial desire of Adam the spirit turns up its nose as it finds itself wanting to change their now shared form, “If we’re gonna share, uh bro, need a bit more space in here eh?”

With that, Adam’s eyes cross and he struggles to not burp as he feels his powerful form begin to bloat. His beard thickens as both minds become one and mass begins to pile onto his torso as abs grow into a bulky muscle gut underneath his still impressive pecs. Scratching his ass as it too grows a jungle of hair before going back to palm his cock, both minds feel sedated as they smell his thick musk and Adam can scarcely remember any priorities besides the all-important goal of seeking his own pleasure. 

To this end the pair find themselves awash in exploring their-his body, for countless hours of making a mess of his bedroom, living room, and kitchen Adam finally remembers that there is more to the world than his small apartment. There are more holes to explore than the few in himself and far more to see than the steamy videos he can pull up on his phone. Wiping drool off his face and crusted cum off his torso, something at the back of Adam’s mind itches as he feels there was something greater he was supposed to do, something he was supposed to spread or some control he was supposed to enforce. Giving his pits a good sniff he smirks before opining that perhaps there is no greater goal than spreading his own glory far and wide.

Quite the easy enough task as it runs out as whatever the spirit did before fading into but another aspect of Adam’s lusty mind gave him the ability to attract anyone to his cause. Rather than whatever dire cause intended, with the two totally merged the only purpose of his inhumanly alluring self is to spread pleasure. As soon as he steps out of his front door he finds men throwing themselves at him in droves. Jocks, twinks, and bears alike could not possibly resist the titan as he walks down the street, always shadowed by a heavy wave of his aphrodisiac musk.

Adam’s eyes glance across and stare through every man whose hungry eyes cannot look away, whose shoulders fly back in submission, whose noses lead them to trial behind him. While many of them get the chance to enjoy time with the inhumanly alluring man, only a few get to experience the truly rapturous experience of being changed by Adam himself. Only a select few find themselves molded into something greater than that they are when they first submit to Adam’s will. Though even a few is enough to spread and as time goes on the number of musky men wandering around could certainly become a problem. Lucky for the world perhaps, whatever cause the medallion held is long forgotten and the changed men yearn for no higher purpose than pleasure. And with the enhancements gifted by Adam, that is precisely what they find.

[dsmp-lainey]

let me be a hater this one time

i know this is nit-picky and if you disagree that’s perfectly okay i honestly expect no one will fully agree. however you wish to draw the characters is valid and i fully respect it, any creation you put time into deserves praise and respect. these are mostly things i now dislike about my own art i created of the characters in 2021 because that my character designs have shifted SO MUCH lol

[unholywriters]

Demon's Desire - Chapter One

Tags: demon au, demon stray kids, demon Chan, demon Felix, demon han, demon Changbin, demon hyunjin, Demon seungmin, demon lee know, demon jeongin, obsession, poly, unproected sex, mpreg, markings, hell, minors DNI

WC: 2.9k

Summary: The reader is living comfortably in a luxury apartment while working at a booming nightclub as a sir of the night, after counting the cash from their closing show they wanted to head home after getting much more money than they thought. But ran into 8 handsome men with one of them offering to take them home, but waking up after a sudden car crash, they had a choice to make.

Taglist: @a-short-ass-disappointment @gnusihcom

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Men of the night, it’s not something a lot of people aren't used to seeing or hearing about. After all most men have the money to spend on things like this and keep it a secret from those around them just to seem like nothing else happened. It doesn’t matter to me, I get paid and live comfortably and paying my dues and debts. I’m living fa from home, a place where it was either I become a doctor or something that would bring in high money so my sister could do as she wanted without our parents having to work too long or be gone from her precious grasp. Leaving was hte best thing of my life, I had my phone just to see the messages from them and watched them get shunned from the family.

Of course after some years people tried to get me to forgive and talk to them again, Telling me that they’ve fallen from grace and now hvae to live paycheck to paycheck, my sister having the hardest time trying to adjust to not having everything she used to hvae, lavish dinners, endless shopping trips, all the cars she wanted, new clothes everyday, accessories. They had to sell everything and then had to start over, but I just started to cut off everyone, I had no family. I was alone just like I was used to after so many years. It was peaceful, I walked to the nightclub I worked at. Where I was known as shimmering Diamond. My show was always the last one just to watch everyon throw in the big dollars like they meant nothing and I could take them all home just to handle the rest of my personal things. I had enough to nearly buy out a place if I wanted to, but I like livinig in my apartment. Top floor, almost no one else lives there since the rent for those are so high with everything being high class and cleaned everyday by hnd trained staff everytime I leave.

With the list I leave out everyday whenever I leave for work, it gets done and I always have a new wine botttle everytime I leave to do so. It was somethign I tend to enjoy really and I like it. Getting to taste new wine befroe going to bed after dancing for hours, hearing nonstop screams and whistles while no one truly gets to touch me because I don’t allow it. Since most of the men that come in there aren’t gay, they just want a twink but I don’t allow them to have that fantasy. I’m a lot mroe then just a twink and I won’t let your ego think you can get a twink to scream with that one inch. But nonetheless, I grabbed my work bag from my closet door.It had my favorite sliver shinning wig sealed in a careful bag, there was also a thigh high boots sprayed with a glitter sliver that would glow in the stagelight, with my favorite outfit. The skirt would spread out everytime I did a spin around that pole like shimmering lights and the top would just melt into my skin. Grabbing everyones attention and would go crazy, some would even look like they were foaming at hte mouth just to see me finish and there was nothing I could do about it. But use it to my advantage.

I got to the back door and did the four knocks, ignoring the bright street light pointing to the mian entrance of the club nad saw the bouncer opn the door. Pushing his hair back with his left hand while he looked at me from the top step. “Come on in Diamond, your room is ready.” I playfully rolled my eyes as I walked inside the dark neon red hallway, hearing the door close and lock behind me as I walked and made a turn to my room. Some dancers hated my room, it had a star on it for me to know which one is mine and it was slightly bigger. The mian back wall was pratically a large mirror with lights on the side, spilt vanity on each side with every product I’d use and my own pole to give private shows. I don’t do those much or even often. Some hate it, others tell me I’m missing out, either way I don’t mind mising out. I want to last longer then 2 minutes anyway and have fun the rest of the night leading to me going home and them being mad my poor legs aren’t shaking like they hope they would.

But I dind’t care either, I took a quick shower while getting ready. Making sure everything was just right and my wig was on just the way I liked it. My outfit was on good enough and I smelled like roses mixed with peaches. wanting to bring in as much as I could for tonight, there was an outfit I wa looking forward to and wanted to get in the morning and hope it wasn’t sold out or anything. Then I’d have to put in an order for it and wait even longer since they are high demand for those who can afford it. After getting dressed and ready it was time for me to head out, something I either always hated or would enjoy but that depended on the crowd. I made my way out, saying hello to th egirls who were laughing at some gossip while others were peaking from the side. I susally tend to close out teh sound of the announcer and the screams as I make my way out. And when I did I saw why some girls looked worn out. The floor seemed to be filled with those who carry the big dollars. Those who really could afford to throw the single one dollars, maybe even the 20s if they wanted to.

Dancing at first can always be nerbous, because when you want to make sure you have enough, you want to go hard. Go wild just to keep everyones attention, but you have to start slow, then build your way up. Like a song, well some songs start off crazy but my point is start off slow. Even when I was looking in the ground sometimes quickly, I was dancing around and looking like a mess by the end of the night. And that’s how it was for the night, my shows are usually last about 4 songs at minimum since I like to throw in something that is slightly before dancing back like I was finally breakig free. Something I tend to do very well. But by the end of it all, the stage was covered in 5’s, 10’s,and 20’s. Something I’d never seen in the time I’ve been doing this. It was shocking and I didn’t know what to do other then just pick up everything as the lights went out. We were done for the night and we could do whatever we wanted. Go out and talk to people or get ready to do private shows. I didn’t have a list probably, I didn’t know but I was more focused on counting all the money. Each room has a money counter and we make sure all the bills we have are real and not fake. Some try to pay with fake bills which is why they have to pay up at front before coming back here. No cash? No show.

“5k for that?” I was surprised when I saw the total. I don’t know exactly how much but I put it all in my bag along with my clothes, if this is what I got then I needed nothing more from tonight nad could go home and take an early shower. Something I was excited about. I’d just need to talk to the manager about it before I could do anything else since I knew I wasn’t here long. But all of this and me staying for the full time would help some. So I covered myself with a black coat I have, fixing my hair some before walking out and walking to the main floor where she likes to hang out. Making sure my door was double locked while I kept walking. Looking up to the v.i.p. I saw the managaer head upstairs behind 8 well dressed men. Even waving me over to come with her so I did. Confused, I still went over to her before the two bouncers stood close together while we walked up the clear glass stairs.

walking over to the far side with the dark purple velvert with soft cusions with a glass round table in the middle. The music around now is softer since we aren’t performing. “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to see you. This is our best performer, Diamond. He loves the stage.” I softly bowed and waved to them, looking at each of them and wondering what in teh world are 8 handsome men doing here. They could buy this place out if they wanted ot and there would be nothing more that I could do, thought I would like to see that but that’s not why I’m here. “They did amazing tonight, they know how to keep a show going.” One of them said, crossing his legs over and pushing some of his hair back before holding his hand out to me. “Hyunjin Hwangm, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I shook his hand while looking at the others. There was somethign about the man in the middle, with how he sat there with the others arpund him. Like he was the boss and if anyone of his crew wanted aomething he woudl get it for them with a simple look, or wave of his hand. “Would you like to sit with us while we have a chat? The others don’t bite some are just…tired is all.” Hyunjin was very convincing with his word choice. The way he looked under the light just so his eyes could shine enough to make you want to stay, like if you told him no,there was no getting away from him.

“I love the offer Mister Hwang, but I wanted to ask my manager if I could get home. My landlord sent me something about a pipe or something, don’t want to risk a flood.” I slightly did lie, but there was some problems at the paartment because someone threw wipes in the toliet and it started to clog some, though I’m sure by now it’s fixed. But he looked over to the man in the middle, no words were exchanged, all I saw was a quick raise of both eyebrows before he turned back to me, smiling still while holding his bag. “Let me walk down with you to call a cab, please.” “If you inisit, mister Hwang, let me get my work bag.” He stood up with a poliet smile before walking with me, his arm going around my waist to keep me close while we wlaked down the stairs. I wondered why he wanted to walk with me but didn’t want to seem like I was too high, even my manager looked at me hoping something would go right. He stayed at the backroom entrance while I unlocked my door and walked in, grabbing my bag and walking over. It felt weird, having someone walk with me while they called a cab just to make sure I got home without any favors.

He walked me outside pasy the crowds of people, standing under a light pole while some people were stubmling trying to get away, or some were trying to get close, but he just ignored them. “WHat brings you and your friends to this rundown place?” He looked over to me and smiled, like he was waiting for this question in order to finally tell someone a secret he was waiting to tell after being given permission to do so by the person. “We want to expand this and make it a safer place for some, one floor for dancing, one floor for v.i.p.’s, and the top floor for staff, each room would be large for comfort and things like that. We’ve done a lot and deicded this was one, I love coming here to get something to eat. Not in the obvious way when some come here.” “Oh yeah? I feel like with you 8 running the place we’d have a lot more people coming in just to see you in action.” He let out a soft chuckle before walking in front of me to open a car door, it was a luxury car that had a little snack jar in between the seats. I liked it. “Just tell teh driver where to drop you off and he will, see you around, diamond.” I gave him a smile before getting in and sitting in the car. Giving the best I could to get home and just let him drive. It was a cery relaxing drive.

I found myself falling asleep in the car, which I just thought was me being tired from waking up early and then just ketp moving. I was used to it but there were times I was so tired that I just wanted to sleep anywhere I could and get enough energy to keep going for the next day. There’s nothing wrong with that. I started to wake up because something flt off, but i felt a lot better when I woke up. Slowly looking around before suddenly being thrown around in the car, someone had ran a red light and took us both out. I tried to keep my head covered but everything was hurting when the car finally stopped. But since this was a busy street we would be saved soon. I could feel myself being lightheaded trying to look out the broken window but something was shocking to me. I saw hyunjin standing far back while people were trying to get us out of the car. He had his hands in his pocket with his head slightly tilted. But what shocked me more was his left eye, it was bright sliver color, almost glowing while he had a smirk on his face. He didn’t move but everything went black for me and there was nothing I could do about it. I could hear everything but I was fading in and out, I didn’t know what to do.

Then I heard the sound of torches, slowly turning around I found myself surrounded by roses, some were red, some were black. They were creating a path and I just slowly followed down the path before seeing 8 thrones where the flowers seemed to create a circle closing me in. Each Thrones had a flower and all I could see was the outline of them. No features, no eyes, no nothing, yet I could hear them still. “I told you guys this one was special, how could we ever past this up?” Their voices were disordered so it was harder to pinpoint what they sounded like. Everyone was moving around in their chairs, expect the one in the middle. Who’s eyes were scanning me, it just felt like it and there was no hiding from it. “And this is the one all of you agreed to sharing. Espcially you, greed. I don’t want to hear it after a week.” “Oh relax, I won’t be that bad.” That giggle was scary to say the least, but looking down I saw a mantal slowly rise up from the ground, holding a large black wine cup. Whatever was in it was red, and something about it was wrong, but there was no trying to run.

“If you want to live, you will drink that cup till there is nothing left, no matter how much it burns. But as you can tell, there will be a catch to it. Lust, you explain.” The one that was in front of me, his rose was the prettiest light blue I had ever seen, but the little pollen in the center was blood red, almost as if it was bleeding. The one two seats down from him, letting out a sedueced sigh began to spoke in a tone that was made for seduction, enough to make anyone fall to their knees if he wanted to. He moved like a wave, slowly sitting up and standing up and slowly wlaking over to me, dragging his feet as he walked over and leaned closer, picking up the cup and slighly swirling around. “You’ll be immortal, you can’t die but you can still feel pain. You’ll work for us, you won’t know who we are unless you find all 8 rose tattoos around our places, if we let you in. Every night you will be visited by us but won’t see our faces till we know we can truly keep you. Some don’t last much longer then a week, little diamond.” He held the glass to my lips, almost inviting me to drink it.

I almost didn’t want to, but it wasn’t fair that I got in a crash to die. I had enemies to outlive and piss on graves. So I started to drink it and it did burn. Like my throat was closing in on itself and there was nothing anyone could do, but the person had the cup just pouring more, careful not to waste anything but making sure I get every drop. By the time it was done, I opened my eyes, sitting striaght up and gasping for air, holding my chest while trying to get used to the bright lights around me in the room I was in. I was in a hospital room, wires connected everywhere and doctors trying to keep me alive. I was so confused, did I just sell my soul over…?

[ggjunkie]

Chained

A look on different anecdotes involving your developing relationship with Adam.

(College AU)

Everyone on campus knew Adam, and everyone knew about his necklace. It was a constant presence around his neck, an accessory as essential to him as the air he breathed. Legends whispered that he once ended a relationship because his girlfriend dared suggest he remove it. Some said it was a matter of principle for him, a line he wouldn't let anyone cross.

Personally, you believed he broke up with her because of the fact that he caught her cheating on him with some blond twink… but to each their own. Gossip was a staple of campus life, and stories had a way of morphing over time.

The necklace itself was a curious thing. One of his guitar picks, golden and shimmering like a tiny beacon of light. The chain, sleek and black, provided a stark contrast against the metallic glow. You, being Adam's science lab partner, had spent enough time around him to notice its significance. Yet, despite your proximity, you couldn't understand why it held such importance for him. But then again, you weren't exactly eager to strike up a conversation with him to find out.

Adam was, for lack of a better word, a dick. He had a way of rubbing people the wrong way, and you had little interest in getting on his bad side. But despite his less-than-endearing personality traits, you prided yourself on being a decent person. So, when you noticed his necklace lying abandoned on his desk with Adam nowhere to be seen, a sense of obligation stirred within you.

As you carefully lift the necklace, the broken chain confirms your suspicions. Adam's infamous temper must have flared, leading to an outburst that resulted in the necklace being flung aside in frustration. It's a familiar scenario, one that you've witnessed in passing before.

Yet, despite your less-than-favorable opinion of Adam, or at least the opinion you try to convince yourself of, the image of his meltdown tugs at your heartstrings. Beneath his prickly exterior lies a person with vulnerabilities and struggles, just like anyone else. And in this moment, imagining him upset over this piece of jewelry stirs a surprising wave of empathy within you. Your thumb glides over the smooth surface of the guitar pick, the golden hue catching the light in a mesmerizing display.

But now comes the dilemma: do you intervene, stepping beyond the boundaries of your relationship with Adam, or do you respect his privacy and simply return the necklace back to the desk without delving deeper into the situation like a normal person would?

—

You winded up going through with it.

And what is “it”, you may ask?

Well, repairing Adam’s necklace, of course. It might not have been the most conventional move, but you've never been one to follow the crowd. Some might call it foolish, but you prefer to think of it as being true to yourself, even if that means taking idiotic risks.

Sure, you and Adam have your differences. Okay, maybe more than just differences. You practically exist on opposite ends of the spectrum. He likes to piss you off by making crude comments catered towards your body, and you like to piss him off by threatening to spill chemicals down his shitty band t-shirts. Your dynamic is more like oil and water than anything resembling friendship.

But beneath the surface, there's a tension—a spark of something that neither of you quite understands. Maybe it's the adrenaline of sparring with someone who matches your wit, or maybe it's something deeper, something you're not quite ready to acknowledge.

And maybe, just maybe, you've entertained the thought that fixing his necklace could be your way of extending an olive branch. A peace offering in the form of a repaired chain, a silent plea for a truce between two sworn enemies. Or maybe, if you dare to entertain the idea, it could be your ticket to something more—a chance to explore the uncharted territory of a potential romance.

Of course, you're not naive. You're well aware that your fantasies might be nothing more than wishful thinking. Adam might not even appreciate the gesture, let alone reciprocate your feelings. But hey, a little delusion never hurt anyone, right? And who knows, maybe—just maybe—there's a glimmer of hope buried beneath all the snark and sarcasm.

Relief washed over you when your crafty friend finally returned with the fixed necklace. It had taken a few days, but their skillful hands had worked wonders, restoring Adam's prized possession to its former glory.

As your friend handed over the repaired necklace, you couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude mixed with embarrassment. Their knowing look spoke volumes, and you quickly averted your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. It was as if they could see right through you, understanding the significance of this seemingly simple gesture.

"Thanks," you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rush of emotions. "I owe you one. Seriously."

Your friend just smiled, a knowing glint in their eyes, before waving off your gratitude. "No need to thank me. Just make sure you-know-who appreciates the effort, okay?"

You nodded, swallowing hard as you pocketed the repaired necklace. With a silent promise to repay your friend's kindness, you made your way out of their workshop, the repaired necklace burning a hole in your pocket. Now all that was left was to track down Adam and deliver it to him, a task that suddenly felt much more daunting than you had anticipated. But you were determined to see it through, come hell or high water. After all, you had come this far. There was no turning back now.

As you approached the Music Hall, you couldn't shake off the sense of anticipation that tingles through your veins. Each step brought you closer to Adam, to the moment when you would finally hand over his repaired necklace and, perhaps, put an end to the tension that had simmered between you for far too long.

The familiar sight of the Music Hall greeted you as you pushed open the door, the air thick with the scent of wood polish and old instruments. You nodded in greeting to a passing friend, their smile barely registering as you focused on the task at hand.

With determined steps, you made your way down the narrow hallway towards the practice rooms, your ears straining for any sign of Adam's presence. But to your surprise, the practice rooms appeared deserted, the usually bustling space eerily quiet.

Frowning in confusion, you peered into each room as you passed, your heart sinking with each empty space you encountered. Where could Adam be? Had you missed him somehow, or had he found some secluded spot to escape the chaos of campus life?

Just as you were about to give up hope, a faint sound caught your attention—a soft melody drifting from one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. With renewed determination, you quickened your pace, following the sound until you reached the door of the practice room.

Peeking in, you were greeted by the sight of Adam, alone in the dimly lit space, his guitar cradled in his arms as he strummed gently. The absence of an amp gave his music an intimate quality, as if you were witnessing a private moment meant for his ears alone.

For a moment, you hesitated, struck by the vulnerability in Adam's posture, the way his eyes were closed in concentration and his lips moved silently with the lyrics. It was a rare glimpse into a side of him you had never seen before, a reminder that beneath the tough exterior lay a regular person.

Adam's eyes snapped open at the sound of your knock, the irritation evident in his furrowed brow. With a few muttered curses, he carefully leaned his guitar against the wall before wrenching the door open.

The moment the door swung open, you were met with a wave of his frustration, the tension in the air almost palpable. His scowl deepened as he glared at you, clearly not in the mood for any interruptions.

“No I’m not doing that stupid fucking evaluation. Mrs. Farring can suck it if she thinks I will. Fuck off—“

“That’s not why I’m here.” Your hands raised in a placating manner, a silent plea for him to lower his guard.Your voice was steady despite the rising tension. Adam's temper was like a simmering pot threatening to boil over, and you desperately hoped to prevent it from spilling into a full-blown confrontation.

At your words, he doesn’t seem to calm down though. “Then again, fuck off. Get the fuck out. Adios, sayonara, goodbye. Now leave!”

“Adam, chill out—“

“Chill out??” Adam bristled at your words. “I’m gonna bite off your fucking nipple if you think I’m gonna just roll over for you, you fucking bitch. I am not some kind of fucking dog or pug or fucking whatever else.”

Despite Adam's continued hostility, you refused to let his insults affect you. With a roll of your eyes, you brushed off his aggression, determined to stay focused on the task at hand.

You reached into your pocket and retrieved the repaired necklace, holding it out to him with a flourished gesture. His eyebrow raised in skepticism, but he extended his hand nonetheless, allowing you to drop the jewelry into his waiting palm.

The necklace landed with a soft clatter, the sound echoing in the tense silence that hung between you. Adam hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the necklace in his hand. It was clear that he was surprised by your gesture, his guard momentarily lowered by the unexpected act of kindness.

“What the fuck is this?”

You blinked at Adam's sudden change in demeanor, his aggression giving way to bewilderment. His reaction caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but furrow your brows in response.

"Wait, what do you mean?" you asked, your confusion evident in your voice. You really hope you didn’t fuck upl. "Isn't this your necklace?"

Adam's lip curled in a snarl as he scrutinized the jewelry in his hand, his intense gaze never leaving the gleaming surface of the necklace. "No, no it is," he admitted, his tone begrudgingly acknowledging the truth. "It's just... not broken."

“Yeah, there’s a thing called ‘fixing it’”

He stares at you, his expression suddenly unreadable. This was unusual, as Adam was an open book. That, and he had two default emotions: angry, and horny. There’s this weird vulnerability in his eyes and it’s freaking you out.

“You fixed my necklace.” It’s not a question, but you nod anyway. “Why?”

“It was broken.”

His expression flattens out, and that familiar temper starts making itself known. “Yeah no fucking shit, dipshit. Why did you fix it.”

“Because…” you rack your brain for an answer, but come up empty handed. “I don’t know. I just know it meant a lot to you.”

“So you paid to get it repaired?”

“My friend did it actually, free of charge. I didn’t trust anyone else to touch it.”

You shifted on your feet, the sensation of nervousness coursing through your veins like a jolt of electricity. There was something in the air, something intangible yet undeniable, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of something unknown.

As Adam's gaze remained fixed on the necklace in his hand, his thumb tracing over the golden guitar pick with a touch of reverence, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The image of his fingers caressing the smooth surface of the pendant sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a desire that you quickly pushed away.

You berated yourself for the dirty thought, for the forbidden longing that stirred within you.

“Can you…” he continued looking at his necklace. “Can you help me put it on?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, but you refuse to let the opportunity pass. “Of course.”

With a hesitance you haven’t seen from him, he hands the necklace to you and turns around. Without a word, you took the necklace from his outstretched hand, the metal cool against your skin as you held it delicately in your palm. With a gentle touch, you reached up and brushed the short ends of hair out of the way, your fingers lingering against his skin for a moment longer than necessary. The sensation of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, a reaction that mirrored the fluttering in your own chest.

Ah. So he feels this…thing… in the air, too.

As you placed the necklace around Adam's neck and clasped it together, a sense of relief washed over you. The tension that had lingered between you seemed to dissipate with the final click of the clasp, replaced by a fleeting moment of connection that left you both feeling strangely vulnerable.

But as grateful as you were that the necklace didn't somehow break on you, creating an awkward situation, you knew that it was time to create some distance again. With a reluctant heart, you took a few steps back, putting space between you and Adam once more.

He waits a second before turning back around, his hands coming up to fiddle with the necklace. It looks like he’s about to say something, but you beat him to the punch. “I think I should get going.”

He thins his mouth into a line before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah of course. I should… probably get back to my guitar.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.”

“Yep. See you.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

With a final glance back into the practice room, you watched as Adam remained fixated on his necklace, his expression a mixture of contemplation and fascination. Despite his earlier insistence on getting back to his instrument, he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the gleaming pendant hanging around his neck.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you observed him from afar, a strange sense of fondness settling over you.

What a weirdo.

—

As Adam slid into the seat next to you in science class, you couldn't help but notice the absence of his usual crude remarks or inappropriate comments. Instead, he greeted you with a simple head nod before turning his attention to Mrs. Farring, the science professor.

It was a stark departure from his usual behavior, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about him today. His focused demeanor, rare for someone who typically paid little attention to the lecture, raised a red flag in your mind.

Despite the nagging curiosity gnawing at you, you decided to follow Adam's lead and redirect your attention to Mrs. Farring, determined not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was a small victory, perhaps, but a significant one nonetheless, and you were grateful for the respite from his usual antics.

The sight of Adam's subtle glances in your direction during class had left you feeling uneasy, a knot of worry forming in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe you had overstepped your boundaries by fixing his necklace, fearing that he might see your actions as intrusive or unwelcome.

Lost in your own thoughts, you were jolted back to reality when a torn piece of paper suddenly slid your way. Startled, you looked down at the note, your heart racing as you unfolded it to reveal a single word written in Adam's handwriting:

"Thanks."

With a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you glanced up at Adam, who was pointedly avoiding your gaze, his attention focused elsewhere in the classroom. Despite his attempts to appear indifferent, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at the sight, knowing that your gesture had not gone unnoticed.

Determined to ease any lingering tension between you, you reached for your own pen and quickly scribbled a response on the torn piece of paper before sliding it back across the table to Adam.

"What kind of lab partner would I be if I didn't help?"

He quickly writes back.

“A normal one. But I’m glad you’re not.”

The unexpected response from Adam caught you off guard, and a warmth spread through your chest at his words, even if they were somewhat cryptic. His acknowledgment, though brief, felt like a small victory.

Before you could formulate a response, Adam swiftly took the paper, crumpled it, and tossed it into his bag with a nonchalant gesture.

—

"So, what's the deal with the necklace?"

Adam glares at you, his eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and something else you can't quite place. For a moment, you think he might actually respond, but instead, he diverts his attention back to the paper packet in front of him. He brushes off your question with a dismissive wave of his hand, the same hand that now holds a pencil, poised above the page.

The room is silent except for the faint scratch of pencil on paper as Adam writes down an answer. You watch him closely, noticing the slight furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenches in concentration. He pauses, eyes scanning what he's written, then sighs and erases it. The tapping of the pencil against the desk becomes a rhythmic punctuation to his thoughts.

You inch closer to Adam, closing the gap between your desks with a mischievous glint in your eye. With calculated precision, you deliver a well-aimed elbow jab to his ribs, a playful gesture that's become something of a tradition between the two of you.

"Ow!" Adam hisses through clenched teeth, his hand instinctively moving to the spot where you struck him. He shoots you a reproachful glare, but there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes despite the pain. "Bro. For once, I’m actually trying to do the work. Be grateful, you dickhole.”

You elbow him again.

“What?” Adam hisses through clenched teeth, shooting you a warning glance to keep your antics in check. The library is hushed around you, filled with the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional whisper of students studying in pairs. You can tell he's trying to maintain a semblance of composure, not wanting to draw the attention of the librarian who patrols the aisles like a hawk.

You were honestly surprised when Adam had suggested meeting at the library. It wasn't his usual haunt for studying, and his sudden change in venue piqued your curiosity. But what surprised you even more was his demeanor lately. He seemed... different.

Adam had been nicer, more accommodating, and surprisingly patient, especially when it came to working together on the science project. He'd even offered to help you with some of the more challenging aspects, something you never would've expected from him before.

It wasn't just his actions that had changed; his words had softened too. He was being friendlier, more open in his conversations, and there was a noticeable lack of his usual snark and sarcasm. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the brash, abrasive guy you'd come to expect into someone... well, someone you could actually tolerate spending time wit

“Answer my question.” you whisper back, raising your arm in threat to elbow him once more. His eye twitches, yet he makes no move to brush you off. Instead, he deeply sighs.

“It was a gift from my dad. Happy?” He mutters, rounding his attention back to the paper packet.

“Aw, that’s cute.”

He writes something down, applying more pressure than necessary. “Shut the fuck up.”

you notice a subtle twitch in Adam's lip, almost a smile yet not quite, a tiny crack in his carefully composed facade. It's a small victory, but it fills you with a sense of satisfaction to know that you've managed to elicit a reaction from him. Grinning mischievously, you lean in closer, your fingers gently curling around the piece of jewelry that hangs from his neck. “Is this your dad’s pick?”

He takes a moment to reply. That makes you tilt your head to see his face– and woah. You’re a whole lot closer than you realized. For a second, you’re breathing in the same air. Adam's eyes dip down for a moment, his gaze lingering on your lips before darting back up to meet your gaze. It's a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

Adam nervously clears his throat, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he also realizes your proximity. You take the hint and slowly retract your hand, letting it fall back to your side as you give him some space.

"Uh, yeah," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "He actually introduced me to guitar." His admission catches you off guard, and you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. There's a vulnerability in his voice that you've rarely heard before, a rawness that tugs at your heartstrings.

As he continues, his words come out in a rush, as if he's been holding them back for far too long. "He knew he was getting sick. And this was the last gift before he passed."

The small bit of guilt settles in your chest, weighing heavy with the realization that your earlier teasing might have crossed a line. "I'm sorry," you murmur softly, the words tinged with sincerity as you meet Adam's gaze.

"Why?" He tilts his head, genuinely bewildered by your apology. "You helped me fix it," he adds, his tone laced with a hint of gratitude. For a moment, you see a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps surprise, or maybe even warmth. He starts to reach for your hands before seeming to think better of it, opting instead to cough into his fist, a subtle yet telling gesture of restraint.

Adam's voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if the words he's about to speak are unfamiliar territory for him. "I know I don’t say it much– or at all, really. But uh." He pauses, his gaze fixed on some point in the distance, avoiding direct eye contact. "Thank you. For uh, bringing my dad back to me."

His vulnerability catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're rendered speechless. It's a rare glimpse into the deeper layers of Adam's character, a side he rarely reveals to others. Despite the gruff exterior he often presents to the world, here he is, opening up in a way that feels almost fragile.

Without a word, you reach out and place your hand on top of his, offering a silent reassurance.

–

As you made your way through the chaotic college party, dodging drunken revelers and avoiding the various unsavory activities unfolding around you, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of discomfort. College parties had never been your scene, and tonight was proving to be no exception.

After witnessing one too many couples engaging in …public displays of affection… on the poor owner's couch, you decided that you'd had enough. Chugging down the rest of your water, you made a beeline for the stairs, desperate for some peace and quiet away from the chaos below.

Your search for solace led you to try several doors along the upstairs hallway, hoping to find an unoccupied room where you could take a much-needed break. It took three tries before you finally stumbled upon the master bedroom, and as you hesitantly cracked the door open, you were surprised to find only one person inside.

Adam.

He had brought his guitar with him— which of course he had. At the sound of the door opening, he swung his head up and furrowed his brows.

“Get the fuck out.”

Ignoring his command, you pushed the door open further, revealing yourself to him. His furrowed brows relaxed slightly as he strained his neck to look past you, checking to see if anyone else was behind you. When he realized you were alone, a visible tension seemed to melt away from his shoulders.

“Sup, bitch. Trynna get some?”

As Adam reverted to his crude demeanor, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. His sudden shift in behavior left you feeling taken aback, wondering why he had returned to his usual abrasive attitude after showing a glimpse of something different.

However, upon closer inspection, you noticed the insincerity in his smile, the falseness that lurked behind his facade of bravado. It was clear that his crude remarks were merely a defense mechanism, a way to mask his vulnerability and keep others at arm's length.

Deciding to trust your instincts, you chose to ignore Adam's crude remarks and instead focus on the bigger picture.

“What’re you playing?”

“What?” He asks, genuinely confused.

You gesture to his guitar. “What’re you playing?”

“Oh. Uh. Not really anything. Got any requests?”

You pretend to think. “Hot cross buns?”

He levels his expression, unimpressed. “Seriously?”

“No, I’m just fucking with you.” You smile. Somehow, that gets him to smile back. “You know ‘Mean To You’?”

He scrunches his nose, which is honestly a cute look. Mentally, you take a picture and save it for later to swoon over. “By that Brightman bitch?” He asks.

As Adam adjusted his finger placement on the frets and began to strum the song on his guitar, you found yourself instinctively humming along to the familiar melody as it flowed from the strings. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment as Adam abruptly stopped playing, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made you squirm slightly under his scrutiny. Had you been off-pitch? Were you intruding on his moment of solitude with your humming?

“What?” you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Adam hesitated for a moment, one hand instinctively moving to fiddle with his necklace as he averted his eyes, pretending to busy himself with tuning his guitar. "You can sing along, you know," he said finally, his tone softer than before. "Hearing words makes it easier to keep my place."

As Adam restarted the song and you joined in, your cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. You hadn't expected him to actually want to hear you sing, especially given his usual sensitivity when it came to music. But despite your initial reservations, you couldn't deny the thrill of the moment as your voice mingled with his guitar in a harmonious duet.

Your voice may have been a bit breathy and unsupported, lacking the polish of a trained singer, but Adam didn't seem to mind. In fact, as you sang, he closed his eyes and seemed to lose himself in the music, his fingers deftly moving across the frets of his guitar with practiced ease.

If you looked closely, you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

As the final chord of the song reverberated through the room, Adam slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at you, his gaze locking with yours in a moment of shared understanding. And then, to your surprise, he smiled—a genuine, heartfelt smile that seemed to light up his face and soften the hard edges of his demeanor.

Caught off guard by the unexpected warmth in his expression, you couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a rush of butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the sight of the softness in his eyes.

As Adam's eyes flickered down to your mouth, a sudden heat ignited between you, his gaze turning intense and smoldering. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyelids drooped slightly, his desire unmistakable in the way he looked at you.

When his gaze returned to meet yours, you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and wanting more. And then, in a rush of heat and anticipation, you felt yourselves leaning in towards each other, drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force.

The first touch of his lips against yours sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, a surge of desire that threatened to consume you both. And as your lips moved together in a heated embrace, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his mouth against yours.

Adam was a damn good kisser, his lips moving with a practiced ease that left you gasping for air. It lasted only a few seconds before he pulled back, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue slipped into your mouth, igniting a firestorm of passion between you.

As your hands slid up Adam's biceps, tracing the contours of his strong muscles, you couldn't help but admire the power and strength that lay beneath his rough exterior. And when you felt him flex in response to your touch, a small laugh escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the heat of the kiss.

But any amusement you felt was quickly replaced by a surge of desire as Adam playfully sucked on your tongue, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you. His lips were hot against yours, his tongue teasing and tantalizing in a way that left you breathless and wanting more.

Your hands continued their exploration, moving up his arms and over his shoulders, applying gentle pressure before wrapping around his neck. One hand toyed with the short ends of his hair, eliciting a low groan from him as he pressed you back into the mattress with a hungry urgency.

As Adam peeled himself off of you, his arms still supporting his weight as he hovered over you, you couldn't help but notice the way his necklace caught the light, shimmering and reflecting the soft glow of the bedroom.

Wrapping your hand around his necklace, you gently tugged on it, using the delicate chain to pull him back down towards you.

–

One second, you were immersed in the quiet ambiance of the library, the scent of old books and faint whispers surrounding you as you poured over your final exam notes. The next, darkness enveloped your vision, a warm, steady pressure pressing against your eyes. Instinctively, your hand shot up to remove whatever it was that had obscured your sight, only to encounter something oddly clammy.

"Guess who?"

“Adam,” you frown, bringing your hands to cup over his own. “You know it’s cringe when you do that.”

You feel, rather than hear, him snicker in delight at your disgusted reaction. Ever since that memorable night at the college party, the two of you had found yourselves in an unexpectedly steady rhythm. Adam, it turned out, was a surprisingly good boyfriend—caring, attentive, and, well, a little bit of a shit. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Can you stop blinding me so I can get back to work?” you ask, a twinge of annoyance at his interruption.

“Yeah, just one second. Keep your eyes closed.”

You do as he asks, keeping your eyes obediently closed, though curiosity gnaws at you. The shuffling of fabric and the soft clinking of metal fill the air, accompanied by the faint scent of his cologne. You resist the urge to peek, letting the anticipation build as seconds tick by.

Finally, his hands retreat, and you feel a slight shift in the air as something is placed before you. The anticipation is palpable, like the charged atmosphere before a thunderstorm. Your heart pounds with excitement and a hint of nervousness, wondering what Adam could possibly be up to.

“Okay, baby,” he sounds nervous. “You can open them.”

Slowly, you crack open your eyes, expecting to see some prank or jest. But what you find leaves you speechless. There, nestled atop your meticulously arranged notes, lies a necklace, its golden chain catching the soft glow of the library lights. It matches Adam's. The guitar pick is the same shade as Adam's eyes, and for a moment, you're struck by the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

“You like it, baby?”

You look at him, feeling happy-tears prick the corner of your eyes. “I adore it.”

[elysianymph]

🔥 anything about sirius because i am being a little hater towards some characterisations too

i've already talked your ears off about this on discord but i'm happy to talk to about it again bc i fucking HATE new sirius black with a burning passion. i hate him as much as i love my sirius black that marauderstok can pry from my cold dead hands bc i'm not letting him go. i don't know when it happened and why but marauders fans are particularly persistent on taking away any interesting traits sirius had and leaving behind a whimpering pathetic twink that cries when someone looks at him the wrong way. sirius has been scrubbed clean of any morally grey traits he might've had (he's not allowed to care for his family (unless it's regulus) or long for them bc they are bad, he's not allowed to have any prejudices even though he was literally raised with pureblood mentality and taught he was superior to everyone else from the day he was born, he's not allowed to be an asshole bc he's not like his family guys!! and when he is an asshole it's always used to victimize the character he's being an asshole to and sirius is painted as the villain with mommy issues that can only be fixed by getting dicked down apparently)

i cannot stress this enough: LET THIS MAN BE A COMPLEX CHARACTER!! and no, giving him mental illnesses that miraculously disappear when he gets together with remus and making him attempt to kill himself post prank because he feels bad is NOT making him complex! you're just weird. you're just romanticizing mental illnesses and i can't believe you don't see anything wrong with it. giving him bipolar to justify his actions is?? not??? representation??? it's offensive to people who actually have to deal with these issues in their day to day lives and yet here you are using something that will impact their life forever as a plot device for your uwu sadboy mlm fanfic.

and that's what new sirius boils down to. he's a plot device, an accessory to everyone else's story that's never given much depth other than "oh his mom used the cruciatus on him and now he's traumatized". no hate to jegulus but hate to specific jegulus fics that turn sirius into an overdramatic caricature of his former self for the sake of drama and angst.

also, some of these wolfstar shippers... wtf are you guys on?? idk when and why (that's a lie i do but i'm not gonna say it) remus became sirius black in a werewolf costume but here we are. oh sirius was cool and effortlessly smart and handsome and girls wanted him? well guess what? snatches all of those character traits and throws them onto remus they're his character traits now. ignore how it doesn't make any sense for the werewolf child who was isolated from the rest of the world to be a smooth talking alpha casanova who plays basketball actually. while we're at it, ignore how unrealistic it is for a boy who was raised in a family that believed they were superior to everyone else based on blood status, who was raised to be the perfect heir and checked off all the traits needed to be one to be insecure?? and unsure of himself?? and stupid??? and a loser??? i don't understand what the point of flipping the wolfstar dynamic was when you're left with a shallow copy of the original but ok. you do you ig.

to summarize, my sirius is cool and effortlessly smart and egotistical and a complete asshole who thinks he's the best thing ever. is it an act to cover up how damaged he thinks he is because of his family? possibly. but i also fully believe sirius thought he was a god amongst men and everyone should be glad to be in his presence. he talked down to other people because he considered himself smarter, he rolled his eyes when students asked stupid questions and made fun of them when they got an answer wrong. he's a teenage boy let him be a dick with no excuses.

(also i find it funny when people write about sirius getting into a fight with james or remus and crying because they said something mean. as if sirius wouldn't throw hands the moment someone started criticizing him. he's toxic and that's what makes him interesting. that's his purpose! characters exist to make stories interesting, to start drama, not to be your moral guide on how to act. stories become so much more fun once you let go of the need to make every character a good person. also liking a character doesn't equal liking them as a person. i love sirius but i would hate his guts irl)

[intothedysphoria]

Stevie absolutely hated the term faghag.

It felt outdated and misogynistic and just plain mean. Gay men were just safer than straight men and she’d never really gotten along with other straight girls. Plus, one of her best friends was a lesbian and nobody ever had anything to say about that.

But that was how people saw her. When she was walking arm in arm with Billy down the sidewalk, semi paying attention to what was going on, semi reading Heartstopper, she knew what she looked like.

Obviously she knew that fetishisation was a very real issue for gay people. Andy’s remarks about lesbian porn sneered across the classroom to Robin and Vicki, the only out lesbians in the year. The way other girls would talk about Billy like he was an accessory, not a real person. But Stevie wasn’t like that.

It was only when she watched a short film about being trans for her gender studies class that things started to change.

Billy had watched it with her, snorted slightly and called it clishe during some scenes but Stevie was rapt. There was just something about the way the young man spoke about his experiences with not fitting in and dysphoria that fascinated her.

She fell down a rabbit hole of Googling that night then quietly changed the pronouns on her Instagram bio from she/her to she/they.

Billy didn’t notice. He was too busy with getting his car fixed and drag brunch and starting arguments on Twitter to pick up on Stevie’s swiftly spiralling internal crisis.

They were enjoying an evening of yelling at Masterchef contestants, as was the norm for Tuesdays, when Stevie brought up shortening her name to Steve. She got a slightly quirked up eyebrow in response but no protests.

Steve took over their life fairly quickly. The dresses Stevie had fawned over were thrown in the trash, the hair Stevie had adored was cut into a quasi quiff and Steve’s pronouns slowly changed from they/she to they/them to he/they to he/him.

He never really came out to Billy officially. They just fell into the new friendship dynamic like a well loved sofa. Billy would buy him polos and go to the movies with him and take him to all of the clubs they used to go to but this time as a queer person himself.

It was all great. Really, it was. Steve just didn’t love the way Billy treated him now that he was out.

It was like all the closeness had been sucked out. Billy would call him bro or man not babe, they wouldn’t cuddle on the sofa anymore, hell Billy wouldn’t even sign off his texts with kisses

It fucking sucked and then the realisation that he’d always had a crush on Billy hit him like a ton of bricks. Which was not ideal.

Sure, Billy liked sex and didn’t exactly discriminate with his preferences but he didn’t do relationships. At all. Steve didn’t even know his opinion on sleeping with a trans guy. He’d be nice about it but he definitely wouldn’t.

Robin found him moping about it then dragged him out. Steve didn’t even register where they went, just that Robin was having the time of her life and he was absolutely miserable.

Billy was there of course, with his tongue stuck down some random guys throat. Ignoring the burning wish that he could switch places with said guy, Steve sunk further into the shadows until a familiar obnoxious laugh rang out next to him

“Stevie Harrington! Aren’t you meant to be clinging to Hargrove’s coattails?”

It was one of the guys who only came to Steve’s part of town for a chance with Billy, ironically enough. He rolled his eyes and stuck his earbuds in but one word still stuck out.

Tranny.

The first time he’d been called a slur and it wasn’t even by a straight person. It was by some desperate for attention twink.

Steve barely registered Billy storming up to them before he was being pulled away by Eddie, Patrick and Jonathan, fists raised.

Billys chest was heaving, face crimson as he snarled into the guys face then placed a gentle hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he subconsciously leaned into the touch, hands creeping up to Billy’s.

Their fingers linked.

And neither of them needed to say anything.

Billy was his. And Steve wasn’t letting him go.

(Not posting harringrove as frequently but I’ve had a really shit day and needed some comfort)

@shieldofiron @oopsiedaisiesbaby @robthegoodfellow @thatgirlwithasquid @dragonflylady77

[isitfurbait]

There's a new mobile game Dislyte. There's 5 characters who are perfect for this blog but first I'll ask about Freddy since he's the one with the most simps so far.

For both the sake of efficiency and for the sake of atoning for my neglect of this blog, I'm going to rate all the Dislyte characters that don't suffer from "anime character with body accessories" syndrome.

To start, here's Freddy, as per the inbox request. You may have seen a lot of artists (over a year ago) talk about this design and draw it. That's probably fine enough. I mean it's a pretty standard wolf furrybait design. Can't fault it for following the effective formula. It's not wholly my thing, but I will respect it for being the furbait it is.

Drew, the one I actually associate with Dislyte furbait. I hate his name, but if not for Dislyte's aggressive advertising campaign, I may have actually got into the game just for Drew. In that sense he is furrybait like queerbaiting is a thing. What else can you truly say? Furries love a hot wolf man (I'll get to the Roman one eventually) and a hot Anubian jackal (The Khemian will probably show up eventually too).

This is Daylon. We like him here. He's furrybait. Not much else to say. It's fun to anthropomorphize Egyptian gods.

Djoser is a hot bull, for which I haven't seen much love from a famous bull-wolf on here. Anyway, yeah the hot wolf is furrbait.

Sander here is the whole Set animal thing. That means he's kind of some sort of canine but I haven't been able to uncover which one. Probably based off a standard jackal. Kinda looks like a stuck-up dick, and reading a little of his wikia, that's within reason. However, he's still furbait regardless of all that.

Brewster suffers from baby-face, despite being in his 20s. I reiterate, he is 25. I assume this baby face makes him popular among other furry circles I tend to distance myself from. At any rate, he is furbait the same as anyone else on this list thus far.

Tevor also suffers from baby face but that's just because he's a catboy twink. I mean it's a cute design, genuinely. Furries also love a catboy twink. This is furbait and that's not really up for question.

I have said it before and I will say it again. HOT. LION. MAN. Javid is slept on in this distinction. I don't know what to say that I haven't more-or-less said of any other hot lion men, but that's just his best distinction. Make more hot lion men the furry of the month.

Though this looks more like a costume than a character, Li Ao was just something I couldn't let slide. I mean his shape and his dragon design are just a wonderful facet of furrybait and furry culture.

There we go. All of the furbait characters of Dislyte. Nobody else on the list of espers is. Now I can rest from Dislyte.

[officialgleamstar]

Personal DnDads Pride Headcanons

some of these are simple but most are paragraphs long because of who I am as a person (incapable of saying things concisely), so they're going under a readmore. vaguely organized by age group.

one quick note: feel free to cheer on or rag on any of these that you please, variety in opinion is the spice of fandom life! everyone's headcanons are so real and valid to me, i am a strong believer in having as many contradicting fandom opinions as you want. for this list, i just went with everything that is "default" to my fan content. others' transfem sparrow is shaking hands with my gnc sparrow and yes, i'm listing that one on purpose, because if you make fun of transfem sparrow, you are getting hit by my bat. be fucking nice.

please enjoy!

Season 1 Dads and Spouses

Carol is a lesbian. This is simply canon to me. It’s important that this is first and visible to everyone.

Bi/pan polyamorous Henry and Mercedes is also simply canon to me. Honestly that one might be fully canon based on some of the things that happen in Odyssey

Henry is unlabeled but in the sense that he calls himself ‘queer’, ‘bisexual’, ‘gay’, or ‘pansexual’, fully depending on his mood and the conversation happening

Ron is also unlabeled but in the sense that he has never thought about it in his life and isn’t intending to now

Glenn is bisexual but never talks about it unless someone else mentions it first, and he tries really really hard to never think about his gender once in his life. The queer angst I give Glenn could be a whole post of its own but just know he has issues. He does fuck men though

Darryl still isn’t really sure on his sexuality and probably never will be, but he’s actually explored it a bit, so that’s better than whatever the fuck was going on with him before the show started. Henry likes giving him subtle bear pride flag accessories because Darryl actually wears them a lot. His favorite color is brown, after all.

Jodie, Nicky, and Taylor all are bisexual with a preference for women. Sexuality isn’t genetic but it is for them specifically.

Morgan is also bisexual. Literally none of the season 1 parents are straight except maybe Samantha and even with her, my opinion fully matters on the day and how I’m feeling.

Henry and Lark have definitely had an exchange at some point where Lark asked him how it was to ‘experience twink death’, to which Henry just went ‘get back to me in a few years on that, kid.’ and Lark spent the rest of the week furiously moping because clearly, he’s a twunk, Father- (words of a man who did not take care of himself well enough from the ages of 18-25 to ever be a twunk)

This is my little shipper brain but Jodie only realized he liked men after being stuffed into the Odyssey and being around Ron 24/7 for months on end (and the demon stuff, but he didn’t know that yet for obvious reasons). In his timeline, he had a whole arc about it and now he’s persistently attracted to strange men who don’t make sense as well as women light-years out of his league. He’s still a little miffed that Henry doesn’t remember the very long conversations they had about it, but him and Nicky get to wear matching bi pride bracelets now, so he guesses it’s fine.

Kiddads and Spouses

Lark is bisexual. He has known this since kindergarten when his parents explained what the flag all over their house was and has never thought about it since.

Lark also helped Rebecca realize she was bisexual because she would ask him about it in a class they shared in high school

This is utterly unrelated to LGBT headcanons but I think Veronica and Rebecca grew up in San Dimas with the kiddads, and were friends with them in high school. It just makes sense to me

Unlabeled Terry Junior is something that can be so personal to me. In a general sense, he likes everyone romantically, and identifies enough with the asexual spectrum to wear an ace ring, but he doesn’t really see the point in putting a name on it. He’s just Terry Junior and he’s happy with that.

Him, Lark, and Nicky did have a group chat called ‘bisexuals with an agenda’ in high school though, where they would make plans for pranking or otherwise harassing their fathers during group outings. Terry loves Ron but that does not mean he is above ruining his day. It’s done with affection.

My thoughts on Sparrow could be a full fanfiction but gonna try to keep it simple (retroactive edit: did not keep it simple). Sparrow is the token cishet of the kiddads, but in the queerest way possible. He’s an Oak-Garcia, of course he’s explored himself very thoroughly. At current, he identifies as gender non-confirming cis man, but he has had periods of his life where he transitioned and then detransitioned. In early high school, he identified as non-binary. From senior year up until just before Hero was born, he lived as a trans lesbian. He doesn’t see these periods as phases, just as his identity changing over time. Currently he’s perfectly happy identifying as a man, but wouldn’t be wholly shocked if he transitioned again. Calls himself “cis but gender is obviously, massively, a social construct and so it feels unfair to expect myself to fit into these boxes when identity can be so fluid and-”

Rebecca still calls him her wife, and also a granola lesbian or MILF from time to time because it makes him laugh, and while Nicky was still in his life, he would send Sparrow trans memes a lot. Sparrow also has always liked being seen as non-binary, he sees it as ‘winning at being androgynous’. Competitive to the sense of nonsensical Sparrow my beloved

Sparrow always wears women’s clothing but that’s for autistic reasons. They just fit nicer for his brain. It helps the gender(tm) thing though, he near exclusively wore hand-me-downs from Mercedes throughout all of high school

Sorry for talking so much about Sparrow. He’s my favorite character so he is the focus of many of my thoughts. Anyways

Never been a huge fan of the ‘Grant was outed by his crush in the Forgotten Realms’ headcanon, I think Grant came out about a year beforehand. Long enough where everything about it has settled but it’s still new enough that Darryl forgot for a split second and thought Grant might have a crush on Killa during the Four Knight arc. He’d known he liked boys a while before that, and also his parents kind of figured he was gay most of his life since he had 95% girl friends

Marco is pansexual! He met Grant in college because he worked the front desk of their dorm building and would always wear a bunch of pride pins

Nicky was Grant’s first good friend who was a boy, I like to think that they were childhood friends. Grant announced this to his dad at the age of 10 by going “Nick Close is transgender now, so that means you don’t have to worry about me only talking to girls because he’s a boy.” and Darryl went “…Alright?” and then googled what ‘transgender’ means

Speaking of, Nicky realized he was trans because of Mulan. Both Glenn and Jodie, in their respective timelines, googled ‘How do I know if my daughter is a lesbian’ before he came out because Nicky would rewatch the reflection song so often and also the tomboy-isms. Everyone felt very stupid for being surprised when he cut all of his hair off, cried, and asked to change his name

T4T Nicky and Cassandra is canon and they rubbed it into everyone's faces when they were together, Anthony is just afraid of the truth

Cassandra is trans het. I love trans het people more than anything and I love her so this makes sense to me.

Veronica is non-binary, in the sense of “girl but to the left”. They/she pronouns, calls themself a girlie and a mom but not a woman, dresses in a kickass pantsuit at formal events. I’m also in love with her

Season 2 Teens and Friends

Hero and Normal are both trans. When Hero came out, Sparrow sat Normal down to explain why Hero was now a sister instead of a brother and Normal responded with “Well, that’s not fair. How come Hero can be a girl but I can’t be a boy?!” and Sparrow just stared at him for a really long time before going “You can be a boy, honey.” and they went thrift shopping as a family for new clothes the next day

Normal is stealth trans, mostly because Hero is the same way and he copies her, but also because it doesn’t really occur to him that he passes. He just figures that people knows even though he is on testosterone and binds and presents masculine. It helps that his family presents pretty gender-neutral as a whole, so most people assume he had long hair as a kid because his parents are hippies. They had a son and daughter, both with long hair. They now have a daughter and a son, both with short hair. To the general populace, nothing has changed, they just misremembered which kid was older.

Taylor is a demi-boy and spends every year growing more and more feminine. Definitely calls their gender something like ‘boy with a dash of girl on the side’ with their friends. Growing out his hair was a newer thing and he regrets cutting it, even if it was a super cool sequence and he looked like an anime protagonist, because he liked how it framed his face.

Cassandra has always maintained an openness about her trans identity, so Taylor’s the same way. He’s always got the he/they pronoun pin on (I figure this is normalized by the time of season 2, but he’s just very pleased about it), he has a variety of trans and non-binary pride pins that he cycles through, and they like painting their nails because it’s an easy way for them to feel a little more feminine.

Cassandra’s living room is decorated with a massive trans pride flag and LED lights. The first time the teens walk into Taylor’s home, Scary says “it looks like a Twitch stream in here” at the same time that Normal says “it looks like my sister’s room in here” and they high-five while Taylor yells at them to be nice.

Hermie is genderfluid and uses any pronouns. This is real to me. He has my own teenage trait of gender shifting every three hours and never knowing what to do about it and he will be suffering with this until he exits puberty, at which point he gives up and just sees what gender other people choose for him.

Hermie is also pan/ace! No further thoughts here. She just is.

Erica just goes by queer because she doesn’t think the common passerby deserves to know her rich inner life and she’s right, they don’t

I tend to say a lot that all of the S2 kids are bisexual, and I represent them as such, but I truly believe that Lincoln and Normal both have no idea what’s going on with their sexualities. They say they’re bisexual for bisexual teen squad reasons but Normal is going through a constant crisis of “Am I gay or bisexual?” and Lincoln looks up the definition of aro/ace on a weekly basis. Neither of them will ever express this until Scary goes “maybe I’m not bisexual, actually.”

On that note, Scary is a lesbian but she’s not going to realize that until college. For now, she’s rocking with the bisexuality and pretends it’s not weird that her ‘crushes’ on boys feel wildly different than her crushes on girls. Yes I am projecting. This is not a secret. We project onto Scary here.

[gabessquishytum]

hihihi its me the student-looking dream anon, i read your post about it and now i cant stop thinking about the whole situation between the two of them. like, dream def wouldnt want to just stop the whole charade out of nowhere, how would hob explain that to his students? to his colleagues? theres no way to politely tell them "my husband is essentially an immortal shapeshifter, he's actually billions of years my senior, and hes taken on a new look so we're the same age now haha. my bad". so maybe dream decides that for this version of hobs life until he fakes his death again, however many years that might be, he'll keep it up. and hes having fun

but after a while the students get used to it. the gossip's spread around and died out and students know that dr gadling's dating that goth twink 20 years younger than him, but that's old news. dream, of course, prince of stories king of nightmares queen of drama etc etc, may not be able to admit it aloud to other people, but was absolutely loving all of the attention he got from humans in hob's life because of it. strange looks and over personal questions would've been upsetting had they been directed towards Dream Of The Endless, but right now he's Morpheus, dr gadling's far younger partner, and he feels like he has a massive secret no one else is in on and man is he horny about it.

so, the attention comes and goes and now hes bored again. he considered switching their roles and having himself be the older partner for a while, but it wouldn't be as scandalous for a mid-30s university professor to date someone older than him (plus the above mentioned complexity of shapeshifting), so thats off the list. but then of course, he had overheard a few people ask if he ws hobs sugar baby, and wouldnt that be interesting?

so now whenever he visits hob during classes, he'll make a comment thanking him for the new clothes, for expensive jewelry, for having reservations to take him out to dinner later later that night, how could he ever show how grateful he is to be spoiled so much? and hob, of course, is just completely stunned, confused, intimidated, aroused, etc, the whole 9 yards. the students gossip some more, attention is on dream all over again, people cant decide whether they pity him or are jealous of him and he cant get enough of it. (he'd definitely make himself some expensive-looking designer adjacent clothes to flaunt, wearing a new elaborate outfit each day, so that to an unknowing human he's being absolutely lavished)

theres no telling how long itll take for the students on campus to forget about the whole ordeal and find something new to whisper about, but dream's already come up with a list of "sexual things to say in front of hob & students to keep things interesting", including but not limited to phrases that include words like "punishment" and "reward" and "discrete" and "really, while youre at work? well, if you say so"

-🖋 anon (is that used ?)

I'm so weak for a sugar daddy au, and somehow a fake sugar daddy au is even better 😂 I just absolutely love this, dear anon. And while I'm still recovering from 19 year old Tom Sturridge, I'm also imagining him decked out in the finest designer gear (plus accessories. new earrings every week). Hob doesn't even know where half the stuff comes from, he suspects that Dream is literally plucking it from the dreams of the designers before it's even been created. Occasionally Dream will do something particularly daring and attention grabbing (he memorably shows up to a lecture in YSL heels, and the entire student body has an absolute crisis). At this point Dream is now a Campus Celebrity (although nobody knows his name). He gets interviewed for campus TV when they have a "rate my outfit" kind of thing going on. He's meticulously goes through each part of his outfit and he's like "Oh, my boyfriend bought me this... and this too. I couldn't possibly show you what I'm wearing underneath. He wouldn't approve..."

The staff are choosing to ignore the whole thing, because no one can pin down Dream as a student at the university. Sure its morally dubious to date someone who looks like a teenager, but if it's not breaking any rules... so Dream has to up his game to get Hob’s colleagues to pay attention. He starts sending lewd pictures to Hob’s phone at inopportune moments, sidling up and whispering in his ear. Wraps his arms around Hob and glares at anyone who so much as smiles at him, as if to say - this one's mine, get your own.

And in the privacy of Hob’s office, Dream spends his time fucking his sugar daddy nice and hard, just as an extra remind that Dream is very much in charge.

[they-are-so-gender]

Any funny explanations for characters so far?

There is one for Nahyuta Sahdmadhi from Ace Attorney

"MAN. just fucking LOOK at them. they were originally supposed to be nongendered but fsr this was not canonized 😔 yuta facts! they are such a bitch! they will send you their curt little insults and roll their eyes and fling beads at you. every single butterfly in the country is their friend. their accessories defy gravity by pure swagness alone. my gnc little hater"

There is also 2 responses that just say "Gayboi" (I havent read them so idk who theyre for)

A response for Dean Winchester from Supernatural also goes

"His gender is Man. His gender is Mom. His gender is Cowboy. His gender is Boy Who Is A Girl (With A Gun). He's a twink. He's a DILF. Numerous Tumblr posts exist as to how he is "woman-coded" by the narrative (existing to be cool and hot and teach the other main character things and give him complexes) everyone on the show wants to fuck him. So does the actor who plays him and many of the fangirls and somehow all of the straight male fans. I didn't have any men in my life as a child so I constructed my idea of manhood out of fictional characters, mostly him, and now I'm a trans guy. He canonically enjoys wearing women's underwear, but that's like, a sex thing. He refers to himself as having been a mother. And not in a way like the show was making a joke, but as a serious emotional thing. His idea of being a man is being his father. He idolizes his father. He hates his father. He pushes toxic masculinity on both his brother and his, ahem, 'best friend'. He has very pretty lips."

I know there is more funny one, I just haven't gotten to go through them yet (There is around 200 responses rn)

[skylarkking]

Let us know lil bit of your goblin. Info. Also, your fave bots.

Ah yes, you wish to know about Gröb

So obviously they are my sona for online stuff, but they have a little history behind them.

And it's a dumb one.

I used to do minecraft YouTube videos, and my old account was GoblinMonarch. Why Goblin Monarch? Because the one session of DnD I attended I created a goblin character who had no idea who they were and needed the party's protection. Turns out they were royalty among the goblins and yeah, basically Anastasia but green. The YouTube account wouldn't go anywhere, really, but Gröb would remain. Over time, I would add my actual features to it (the shaved sides, blue/green hair, piercings, ect), and now Gröb and I are one in the same.

I usually draw Gröb without other accessories aside from the piercings, hand bandages (homage to the DnD look), and what have you, but as of late I've added my wheelchair and rollator to them whenever Gröb is standing or you see their full body.

As for my favorite bots that would depend on the series.

For TFP it has to be Ratchet (although I love almost every rendition of this milf lol)

Tfa has to be either Prowl, the Jet Twins, or my beloved twink Optimus

Armada has to be Starscream because his personality in this series is *chef's kiss*

G1 is a tie between Skyfire and Skylynx

Beastwars/beastmachines would have to be either Ratrap, Inferno, or Dinobot

MTMTE is SO HARD to choose but I think Whirl is in the highest spot right now

RID 2015 is Grimlock (I actually love this goofy ass version of the dinobot because I like big dumb cuties)

RID 2001 has to be Sideswipe and his obsession with red sports cars

Energon is definitely Ironhide because I wanna squish his face

Cyberverse is a hard tie between Soundwave and Hot Rod

Aaaaaand what little I know of Reascue Bots would have to be Blades

[Questions? Intrusive thoughts? Drop em in my ask box!]

[certifiedbundleofsticks]

okay so i am still procrastinating making the oc posts but I realized that i never actually posted these answers to questions about newt that no one asked and I actually wrote them like ages ago (aka a few months i think) but yes here they are!! keep reading if you're interested in the crop-top wearing blond mullet twink i keep drawing!! i am copying them straight off of my deviant art page in case you're wondering why they're written more properly than my regular posts. also i am on pc for once idk how thisll look on mobile

content warning for drug use, alcohol use, sex and self harm idk if there's a way to tag it officially or if i should just mention it here

Full Name? Nathan Anthony Cooper

Nicknames? Newt

Pronouns? He/Him

Age? Depends on "when" in his storyline we're talking about, but I typically draw him around 20-26 :]

Birthday? January 15

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Where was he born? Where does he live now?

He was born in Florida, USA, and lived there for the first few years of his life, but moved to Texas with his mother and younger sister when his parents divorced. A few more years later, they moved to England, which is where he lives now. I have yet to decide where in England, though.

Who are his parents?

His mother, Sally Mae Cooper, is a business woman, and she used to breed Tennessee Walking Horses back in America. She still has a breeding program in England, but in a much smaller scale, and most of the foals get exported back to the states, for her old breeding partners to use. She doesn't like to just lounge around, and almost always keeps busy. She sometimes struggles with balancing her attention, which has made Newt feel quite left out, especially when he was younger. When Sally isn't busy with her job or the horses, she's often spending time with Newt's sister, Emily, as the two of them have more in common than her and Newt does. She does love her two children equally, even if she struggles with showing it. Newt's father is an irrelevant pos and does not even have a canon name.

Does he have any siblings?

Yes! I've already mentioned her briefly, but he has a younger sister. Her name is Emily, and she's two years younger than Newt. She likes sports, specifically soccer, horseback riding (eventing and vaulting), and roller skating. Her and Sally travel to horse events together quite often, which, once again, makes Newt feel a little left out. Her and Newt get along like siblings typically do, with screaming matches and pointless arguments, quickly solved by a "hey, can I borrow your charger?" five minutes later. She did distance herself somewhat when Newt's mental health spiraled.

What does he work as?

Once again, depends on when in his life we're focusing on, but the answer is either university student, stripper, prostitute or bartender.

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How tall is he?

193cm, which I believe is around 6'3''

Hair and eye color?

His hair is blond naturally, but he used to dye it when he was younger. (Turquoise at 13, black at 14, natural with a turquoise streak at 15, and natural since then). His eyes are blue.

What style of clothes does he wear?

Does he consider himself attractive?

Oh, loaded question!! So many thoughts!! Okay, so, Newt's response to this question would probably be something like "Well, duh, have you seen me? Are you blind? Suffering from some kind of brain damage?", but truthfully? He's very insecure. He doesn't leave the house without spending an hour on his appearance - including make-up. Yup, he canonically wears make-up. Also, those iconic, long lashes of his? They're fake. He most definitely says they're real though. So, to answer the question: He does not.

I am absolute garbage at labeling styles, but in public, he mostly wears leather pants, boots and crop tops, with accessories like a harness, bracelets, rings, etc. At home he wears sweatpants and comfier crop tops. He wears short shorts at the gym specifically to get attention and looks, fun fact.

Any scars, piercings, tattoos, birthmarks, etc?

Pierced ears, snakebites, an eyebrow piercing, and a tongue piercing. He's got tattoos on his hands and arms, and a tramp stamp. He also has a small, shitty tattoo on his inner thigh. He got that one for free at a party.

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Allergies?

Pollen

Left- or right-handed?

Left-handed

Any notable body language?

He scratches the back of his neck when he's nervous, and he almost always sits with his legs crossed, if that counts. He also covers his mouth when laughing.

School stuff

Newt was one of the few kids in his high school who were openly LGBT, which had its obvious side effects. That, combined with his obsession with his appearance, left him with very few friends.

He only stayed in uni for about two years, eventually dropping out. Even if he hadn't dropped out, he would likely have been expelled, as he had straight F's and mostly spent his time there partying. He spent more of his days there intoxicated than he did sober.

What about after uni?

He moved back home to Sally, still intoxicated most of the time, using his mother's money to fuel his addictions and habits. A few arguments and crashed cars later, Sally had enough of his shit, got him a house, gave him enough money to survive until he got a job, kicked him out and told him to get his shit together.

What was his dream job as a kid?

Rockstar

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Greatest fear?

Abandonment

Attachment style?

Fearful avoidant

Does he have a partner?

Newt has had multiple partners through his life, always wanting to be in a relationship, but getting cold feet as soon as things get serious. Him and Ben are endgame though.

Friends?

Marc is Newt's closest friend. They met wayyy back as kids, when one of them saw the other harassing bugs at the park. Max is another relevant friend, him and Newt met in uni, being friends with benefits and generally just enabling each other's bad habits. Newt ghosted him after Max OD'd at one of Newt's parties.

Does he tend to argue with people, or does he avoid conflict?

He gets into arguments quite often as he's emotional and impulsive, but he retaliates quite quickly. He's all bark and no bite.

Is he a listener or a talker?

Talker, or infodumps, listens to infodump, infodumps, etc etc.

How quickly does he judge people?

Very

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Hobbies?

Playing the guitar, clubbing, most music related things, working out, and video games.

Favorite color?

Black, or dark turquoise

Favorite food?

Salads

Favorite candy?

Lolipops

Favorite snacks?

Popcorn

Favorite ice cream flavor?

Mint chocolate chip

Favorite movie genre?

Horror and slashers

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Does he smoke?

Yes

Use drugs?

Yes, specifically cocaine and MDMA.

Alcohol?

Yes. He prefers wine, if you're curious.

How does he deal with stress?

How long is his attention span?

Diagnosed ADHD.

Self harm in the form of drugs and sleeping around. Alternatively, breaking down sobbing on the bathroom floor.

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Does he like animals?

Yes, especially cats.

What about children?

He finds them loud, gross and annoying. His niece is the exception.

Does he have any pets?

Yes, multiple!

Onyxia, a super black pastel ball python

Asparagus, a calico cat with a bob tail

Petrol, a tortie cat (he made a vest for her out of an old pair of jeans)

Jägermeister, an older, black tabby cat with a relatively harmless but permanent cough

Other notable stuff?

He's not actually gay, he's bisexual with a heavy male preference. Common misconception, especially as I never really draw him with women.

If you've got any questions at all, ask away, I could talk about this guy for hours :]

[latinfaegott]

So in defense of Cruella (2021) with some light spoilers.

- Yea her mom did get pushed off a cliff by Dalmatians. It wasn’t the dogs actively doing it, the antagonist trained her dogs to be that vicious whenever she demands it via dog whistle (that she wears as an accessory...if that tells you something about the Antogonists’ character). So the Doggos are innocent, but their owner isn’t.

-No she does not Murder Them, there are standards. Disney still loves Killing moms tho.

-The twink actually is not a blink and you miss, but one of Cruella’s friends that she makes and does have a hand in her schemes. Plus he is in the major scenes and his fashion sense is blatantly gay. If any homophobic country wants to censor it, they will have ended up covering up major plot points of the movie. Or they’ll have to find away to erase him completely. It’s not ideal, but it’s a hell a lot better than La Fou or Cyclops lesbian. Plus he’s actually a really fun character and he reminds me of that phase a lot of QT folks go through where we dress as blatantly Queer as possible to terrorize the cishets. So Disney did technically delivered us a Gay, but we should still ask for more and better LGBTQ+ characters! This is a step in the right direction and we should give Disney 1 crumb of recognition, imo.

-The way music and fashion was used to elevate the story so beautifully really does help viewers entranced! Plus, like every movie should, they also give more insight to the Characterization of cast. The Grungy/Punk aesthetic, and the Playful yet Bold nature of Cruella’s costumes versus the Baroness’ Sharp and Grande Silhouette and the materials used in her Costuming breathes so much life into the characters! The music dictated the overall tone and emotional beat of the movie so well! It’s one of Disney’s more masterful uses of Sound and Costume design in a live action movie!

-Cruella is basically a Dragsona. Not exactly a whole entity/personality herself. It’s more in line of how a Drag Performer would think of their Personas. An example being my Reyna Terror Dragsona is a total Gothic Dominatrix Grunge Queen with a biting wit vs me and my personality in Boy Mode who has trouble asking for a straw in restaurants to prevent ice coming in contact with my sensitive teeth.

-It’s a prequel/Solo movie. Exactly in the same type of prequel ballpark as Maleficent. It is more of an AU/ Parallel Universe/ Separate Canon that can serve as a prequel to another Cruella Movie if Disney wanted to do it or as a prequel to another live action 101 Dalmatian movie...if Disney wanted to do it in this universe. However, it’s seems like it would be highly unlikely.

- MOST of the “Cruella Bad” takes seem to be done by people who have never seen the movie and are either going off by just reading the synopsis or the Tumblr Discourse. So I mean...people with brain rot dictating “critique” with cold takes per usual. Watch the movie in an accesible way (P*R*T* it) and really let yourself be immersed in it. Plus the lack of handholding through the plot or usual pointless “Meta Commentary” Disney Live Action movies tend to have now is refreshing.

-Y’all need to like....have fun. I mean sure Disney produces shitty things, but at the same time....Disney didn’t really add the type of depth y’all kept claiming it was gonna do. There wasn’t even a real Girl Boss Gate Keep moment for Cruella. This was a fun romp!

-If you hate this movie, you just have worms for brains and are a homophobe in the same branch as Terfs/Swerfs/ and “No Kink at Pride!” Folks. *Sorry don’t make the rules 💋

*Added in the kiss emoji to make sure people understand that last point was a joke and not a critique of the critique.

[primeministerofantarctica]

I am...very sorry in advance

(somewhere in the zahran desert)

hisoka: guy, count how many sand is here.

guy: okay. one, two, three, four...

tasuku: why the fuck would you make him do that?

itaru: it's a gamer pad. not many girls come in here because i get friendzoned so frequently.

sakuya: i'd like to be in the friend zone! i'd like friends.

itaru: it's not as pleasant as you think. they don't treat you like a friend. they treat you like an item. sometimes i wish i could be more than an accessory to these women, but unfortunately as a gamer i don't get respect.

sakuya: well, i'm not a gamer, so maybe they'll respect me?

itaru: ...that just makes you a beta cuck.

banri: you know what, muku? you're a twink. i'm gonna go smoke some weed now.

muku: um, how long have you been waiting to say that?

banri: the whole game, baby!

muku: yeah, i figured...