#being an amalgamation of all of them i think

[boy-gender]

I'm a cis dude, seeing Trans people irl makes my heart flutter even if I'm not attracted to them.

Is that chasing?

No it's not! Being attracted to trans people is not the same as chasing.

Chasing, like all fetishization, involves dehumanizing* the target without their consent. It's seeing trans people not as people, but a collection of poles, holes, and assumptions that the chaser can use for their sexual gratification without giving a shit about the boundaries or autonomy of the trans person. Its when you treat trans people as a mirror to reflect your own sexual desires, not as complex autonomous people who youre attracted to. Let me give some examples:

Not chasing: I see a beautiful woman and am attracted to her. I find out she happens to be trans. I'm still equally as attracted to her as I was before. It is coincidence that she is trans.

Also not chasing: I am attracted to gender nonconforming people, that is my type, and a lot of those people are trans people. I am attracted to the way trans people bend, break, play with, and express gender, and that makes many of them attractive to me.

Chasing: Oh sick, a trans man. Im going to impregnate that subby bottom after I pound that boypussy all night.

Now, there are a lot of things wrong with the above statement. It starts by making a lot of assumptions- 1 this person is a trans man and all trans men are the same so they 2 must have a vagina 3 be submissive 4 want to be the receiver of vaginal penetrative sex 5 they can become pregnant and 6 this is what their genitalia is called. The chaser in this situation sees trans people as an amalgamation of stereotypes they think are hot- vagina, submissive, penetrative bottom, fertile.

The chaser never stops to wonder- could this trans man be post-bottom surgery and have a penis? Could they be a dominant in bed? Are they interested in being the penetrator vs the penetrated, if theyre interested in penetration at all? Do they have a lot of feelings about pregnancy and the assumption they can be pregnant? Could that be a triggering topic or incorrect assumption? How do they refer to their own body parts and how do we communicate about what theyd like those parts to be called? How do we have conversations about boundaries before we have sex, if they want to have sex with me?

A chaser doesnt see the object of their desire- literal object, here- as a person with thoughts and opinions and boundaries. As someone with differences from stereotypes about trans people. They see trans people as an erotic monolith- always the same, always sexually available, and always wanting to be exactly what the chaser desires them to be. They dont account for the person in trans people, the person who may have totally different desires, boundaries, and ideas to communicate.

This is the difference between a chaser and someone whos is attracted to trans people: you must remember the people part. If youre treating trans possible-sexual partners as whole people, who can consent and discuss and remove consent and have their own desires and belong to a group of people with huge anatomical, sexual, and personal variety, then you are not a chaser my friend.

You just have good taste.

Also, anon, you may want to spend some time thinking about why seeing trans people makes you so excitable, even/especially when it isnt sexual attraction. Is it because youre cis but also queer, and their presence reassures you that things are safe? Do you admire them? What is it about them you admire? Are those qualities you wish you had in yourself? Is it possible that the presence of trans people excites you because you could be questioning your gender, but maybe havent been ready to admit that to yourself yet? Is the excitement actually aspiration to be like them? I'm not saying youre trans and dont realize it, Im saying that when our brains keep returning to certain trains of thought, its helpful to dig deeper and find out why we're so fascinated. It could be any number of answers to those questions, but its the *asking* of it all that helps us. Give it a shot when you have some time and see if something else may be there. Might be, might not, and either way is okay. Youre still not being a chaser or a creep. That you even cared enough to ask trans people for their thoughts shows me that you arent dehumanizing them.

*Dehumanization, genderplay, detrans kinks, humiliation kinks, and other similar situations in a risk-aware consensual kink situation is NOT what I'm talking about here, so nobody get that shit twisted.

[oneknightstand-if]

This mayyy be a hot take…. but I think that Merlin would be better as a non-romanceable character! 🫣

They seem to be pretty firmly on the aromantic spectrum (considering that their preference would be to be friends or fwb, that they would never profess their love to someone, would never seek out a reincarnated lover etc.).

The nature of their illusion is also a pretty big hurdle to overcome imo. Putting aside the fact that it’s designed to be deceptive, part of what contributes to attraction/ appreciation is someone’s imperfections, uniqueness, and the vulnerability of being seen. An amalgamation of aesthetically pleasing sights might be inoffensive or captivating, sure, but can it ever be truly beautiful? Would it become a face you could love? You’re perceiving nothing more than a manifestation of your own desires reflected back at you; what kind of a person would fall in love with that?

Finally, I’m not sure if this is a character flaw that might be addressed further down the line, but Merlin’s lack of preferences/ willingness to be anyone and do anything based on their partner’s desires is another serious blow to establishing any kind of understanding or trust. It feels disingenuous at best, and like you would be using each other at worst. I don’t see how one could develop a connection with someone who withholds so much of themselves, without being someone who was either very self-absorbed or straight up deluded.

Am I completely wrong?

Eh... that really isn't Merlin. You're making a bunch of assumptions about them that aren't true.

Friends with benefits might be their preferred default relationship, but they've been married multiple times already. This includes during Camelot (and someone in the comments already figured out who that spouse was from the clues in the game, not to mention said spouse is on the table as one of the potential reincarnations). Their natural attitude might be aromantic, but they're hardly allergic to romance either.

Of course, they can love in their own way and profess love, just don't expect an ancient entity to fall at the drop of a hat or make you the center of their universe. It's also been joked repeatedly on this blog about them chasing after the reincarnation of a former long-term lover? They just have the good sense to know they aren't entitled to the same type of relationship again and to respect the variances in the new incarnation. Because they've been through this a whole lot already.

It's also already in the game where Merlin can admit that they're not actually all that good with casting illusions.

"Anything you want, any time you want," applies to incubus sex only. Otherwise, Merlin wouldn't even have a defined personality. And holding back large parts of themselves applies to literally everyone in the first game. All the ROs and also the MC.

If the manifestation of my earthly desires showed up, I wouldn't turn my nose up at that, particularly if that's just the way they naturally manifest. That's it own sort of superficiality. (All the other stuff up with Merlin, though...)

Merlin is one of the most dangerous ROs in the game with a ton of red flags and caveats, but... there's an entire subgenre dedicated to monsterfucking, you know? And as far as "monsters" go, they're not really that out there. But you're not getting a normal human just wearing a "demon" nametag either.

[batty4vamps]

Now for 20, Bedroom (or rather in this case cove) set up! This was a lot more fun and went a lot longer than I thought it would lmao

I wrote this as if the guys have their own private caverns off of the main cave cus I really like the idea of that

Dwayne spends most of his time outside of the cave working on the bikes, so his actual cave space is pretty small. He likes it that way. Walking in you’ll see a cracking leather couch (found on the side of the road in a residential), a record player on a side table that looks as old as the ruins of the hotel, his records (neatly organized in crates), and a few cassettes he doesn’t share. He has more tapestries than posters, finding a way to somehow make his space look more like a fortune teller’s booth than a cavern. It’s an ambient cove, an eclectic but dim collection of battery powered lamps scattered about and paperbacks piled up everywhere. Of the few posters among the tapestries, almost all of them are of the bikes he admires. They inspire him to keep getting use out of the toolbox on the floor, which has had since he was a human teenager. Dwayne’s room is one of the only places he feels like he can be as quiet and contemplative as he wants without interruption, it is his peace, and it’s just as calming as he is.

David’s room is the most well kept, and completely off limits to everyone else. If he finds trace of someone being in there it’s bad news. He keeps it very dim usually, with a few candles lit so he can read. The walls are adorned with various posters, collected from music stores all around Santa Carla. His most valuable possessions are his horror vhs collection, his old (and possibly quite rare) hardback books, the journals he’s kept since his human days, and a shockingly luxurious arm chair. A medium sized crate sits to the side of the chair, pens and a deck of cards sitting neatly atop it, as well as a leather bound book marked “1987”. There’s several thick blankets tossed over the back of the chair, and a stool sitting in front of it, scuffed with years of boot prints. David’s small study of a cavern is most often silent, perhaps the only place in the world he’s truly vulnerable.

Marko’s quarters are exactly as messy as you’d think they’d be, but he knows exactly where everything is. The cavern’s walls are completely engulfed by an amalgamation of stolen street signs, graffiti, shoddily pinned up artwork, and Christmas lights. The floor is covered with a large, paint splattered rug, clothes, a box of spray paint cans, pigeon feathers, stacked up comic books, and beanbag chairs. There’s a nearly ruined wood coffee table sat in the middle of it all, on top of which sits every manner of art supply and trinket you could imagine. There’s multiple small jewelry boxes filled with beads, pop tabs, bottle caps, fishing lures, shiny rocks, and beach debris, fabric scraps and safety pins, rolls of twine, thread, and ribbon, mint containers of needles, and even small jars of colored clay, inevitability drying out. What’s even more interesting are the various projects under construction scattered about. A bright portable reading light is clipped to the table, washing out the glow of the rainbow tinted lightbulb somehow hanging from the ceiling (probably something hand wired, definitely a fire hazard). Marko’s room is his studio for art of any and all variety, and he fucking loves it.

Paul has by FAR the most robust poster collection. His cove (the largest one) is lit by a spinning rainbow lamp and plastered in every Mötley Crüe, Poison, Twisted Sister, and Van Halen poster he could find. Not to mention the variety of rock video vixens pinned in between. The rock box, no doubt blasting one of the previously mentioned favorites, can also be found in Paul’s room, next to no less than 3 boxes of tapes that frame a sagging mattress. Layered with various sheets, blankets, towels and the like, there are exactly two things the bed in this room is actually used for, neither of them being sleeping. Scattered on the floor around the mattress are stacks of magazines, ranging from Playboy and Playgirl to KERRANG! and Creem, pages warped from repeated reading. Some of the free posters from the mags are tucked into the corners of the broken vanity table in the corner, the top of which is stocked with a life time supply of hair spray, a rat tail comb, and eyeliner. The jewelry that should be in the vanity drawers is instead haphazardly scattered about the room at random. In the drawers you’ll actually find Paul’s true essentials- lighters, his stash, lube, and hand cuffs. Paul’s room is exactly the den of debauchery he’d always dreamed of.

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Hey can u do 15 and 20 for the lost boys.Thankyou

15 ended up being deep and going very long, so I’m gonna answer 20 in a reblog, i hope that’s okay!!

15. Thoughts on romance and/or sex

I have so many thoughts about the emotional perspectives of these homicidal lil guys, enjoy!!

Includes: ��️nsfw content‼️, commitment issues, vulnerability issues, and somewhat toxic romantic behavior

Thoughts on romance and/or sex?

I’m writing this from a monogamous perspective, but I think the general outlooks could apply to polyamory as well

Dwayne: Outwardly he’s very nonchalant about romance, but I think deep down he’s kind of a softie for it. He doesn’t actively think about it much, he’s selective. He doesn’t really do flings or casual romantic relationships. It takes a certain kind of person to pursue him long term, and convince him to do the same.

When he finds his person, though, he takes a lot of joy in playing the classic romantic. It sneaks up on him, but when someone real strikes that romantic nerve in him, he’s open. Slow moving, and not making any promises, but open. He lets himself be romanced, and then, when he’s sure, he returns it in kind.

When it comes to sex, he’s also slightly selective- at least in comparison to Paul. He goes after who he wants, and no one less. He’s somewhat sadistic with it from there, though. He doesn’t give it up right away, he likes to play with his food a little. He likes watching you get desperate under his stare, waiting impatiently for him to break the tension. Then, he likes to fuck, hard and often.

David: He acts pretty indifferent most of the time. He doesn’t flirt necessarily, and he doesn’t really have to with that stare of his. He’ll indulge those brave enough to make passes at him, taking pleasure in knowing the end result is a meal for the night.

However,

to him, the idea of romance- true, intimate romance, is hopeless. It’s not for him to have, and it would be stupid of him to entertain it. Naturally, when it then comes to him, his instinct is to gnash his teeth. Kill the omen of vulnerability before it kills him. Usually it’s literal, but when he can’t carry that through, he knows it’s already too late. He channels his cruelty through what he knows- sadistic charm and mind games. He’s never beaten… until he is, and he realizes he’s left with no choice.

David’s real, raw manifestation of romance is surrender- knowing he’s stepped into a trap, and yet being unwilling to disarm it. It’s uncomfortable, and inevitably painful, but he can’t let go, he won’t.

Sex, he has far less complex thoughts about. If Dwayne is a little sadistic, David is straight up torturous. He doesn’t sleep around as much as the rest, purely because his brand of seduction happens over the course of multiple nights. He already knows his target will be his before saying a word. He plays the long con, and ohhhh is the reward sweet. He prefers his hunger and lust be satisfied at the same time, and his partners completely at his mercy.

Marko: I feel like Marko is constantly torn between his playfully flirtatious nature and his disdain for commitment. He’d never admit it, but in all honesty he is a bit of a romantic. There’s some boyish urge in him that craves a simple, cliche relationship- someone to hold hands with on the boardwalk and drive around on the back of his bike. Also, as a definite “weird kid,” I think he subconsciously yearns for the idea of a partner who “gets him.” Who joins in on all the violent, chaotic, colorful laughter that he is, and doesn’t expect him to be someone he’s not.

It’s even more cliche that the thing that stands in the way of him finding this connection is his own fear of commitment. He has partners, perhaps in a for more normal sense than the rest of the lost boys, but they never progress. The idea of being locked down makes him defensive and restless, and that usually ends whatever he has going on pretty fast, generally with plenty of bitter words being slung as a result. The he can breathe, believing it’s no big deal to him, but feeling rather different. Before he can ruminate, he spots someone else that seems worth knowing, and it all starts over.

When you see through that though- when you have the patience to say “I’m not asking you for anything” and mean it, he comes back sooner than even he thought he would. When you embrace his chaos and get in the best kind of trouble with him, he stays for longer than he “has” to. When you let him keep his secrets, and listen when he spills, he knows he’s sticking around this time. From there, you’ll never get rid of him.

He’s far too much of a tease to be anything but sex positive.

In terms of his approach, I think he’s quick witted in a way that makes classic flirting unnecessary. He can weave an innuendo into anything, and find a million excuses for physical contact. He’s good at bantering as well, and I think unlike Dwayne and David, talking is his preferred method of seduction. That and that damn smirk. Once the deed is being done, he’s fast, rough, and has a filthy fucking mouth.

Paul: He never has less than 2 situationships going on at once. He’s not romantic in classic sense at all, but he does like dating to an extent. He likes playing the game with people, and the transactional bond of making eachother feel good for a little while. He noncommittally goes from person at person, never really hiding his motives, and believing it’s all he’ll ever need. It is not.

Despite his constant revolving door of lovers, I think Paul always finds his cup less than full. He gets lonely, an itch he can’t seem to scratch, no matter how much casual sex and affection he pursues. Then he meets someone special, and holy fuck does he get it now.

Paul approaches romance like he approaches life, loud, chaotic, and with his entire ass. He’s all in right away. Not in the like “let’s get married and hyperactive blonde babies” way, but he’s at your side 24/7, stealing you everything you look at, and glaring at whoever looks at you constantly. He’s not direct with his romantic desires (he’s not really sure what the strat is on that when he actually has feelings), but it’s obvious enough that he really, really, REALLY likes you and wants to be around you all the time. For the first time since he was human, he yearns for something beyond a cheap thrill. He wants to fuck you, for sure, but he also wants to just lay with you, maybe even more so. He doesn’t know what to do with himself besides follow you around like a lost puppy, but he’s damn eager to figure it out.

Do I really need to explain that he’s a slut? Cmon. Look at him. (I say this with nothing but affection and respect for his game)

Fr though, Paul gets tail like a fucking veterinarian. He’s a shameless, and wildly efficient skirt chaser. He won’t fuck eeeveryone, but no one in their right mind would call him particular. He has an uncomplicated adoration for hedonism and pleasure of all kinds, and he’s damn proud of it.

I’ve been stewing on this one for days and am finishing it while half asleep, I’ll fix any mistakes at a later date. If you read all these please lemme know ur thoughts and hcs in the replies, I love talking about these boys!!

[gamecube-stims]

fracture ( oc ) stimboard with pink mineral stims , black rock stims , arcade stims / fnaf stims for day 1 of @ / vampire-bat-stims anniversary event

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[rustedleopard]

What's your thought of The Last Amalgamate finale part by VyletBunni in general?

I thought it was sweet. It's nice to see people in fandom put so much effort into making projects like this; I have nothing but respect for the creator for putting so much effort into creating a multi-part fan animation, especially one that was packed full of love for the Undertale fan game fandom (while I haven't played it yet, I did recognize some of the TS!Underswap characters that were in there).

There were a few things that made me go "Hm, I don't quite agree with this characterization" or "I would tweak this a bit," but there wasn't anything egregious. I especially like that this animation showed that Ceroba's love for Kanako far outweighed any grudge or hatred she had for Alphys; Ceroba may not like the Royals but at the end of the day, she isn't going to let that disdain rule her. She wants her daughter alive more than she wants to yell at Alphys about making her an Amalgamate (a pattern that was carried out by all the other Amalgamate families. None of them seemed mad at Alphys for making the Amalgamates; in fact, they seemed pretty grateful to have their family back, even if they were a bit... Melty and fused together with other monsters). So, yeah. Happy ending for everyone (including Clover)!

Unfortunately, because I am not fond of Amalgamate Kanako designs/interpretations that have her just be melty but she's still mostly intact and herself (or it's just her and Integrity and it doesn't have her fused with other monsters), my opinion was always gonna be ambivalent at best. At the end of the day, you can't win everyone over 🤷

[dogtransitioner]

okayokay YES Needles is made of needles, but what kind exactly?? hypodermic, darning, tapestry, knitting???

wrong. it’s these actually

[mechazushi]

Fortitude Privilege {Staring Yu/Na and Base Inspector} (A short story)

After everything had settled down, they let Kafka do what-the-fuck-ever. That also includes snuggling on his boyfriend at anytime during work hours.

Vice Captain Hoshina was the first to leave the training room when Iharu passed by with a new recruit. He was showing her around the expansive base when he was presented with an opportunity to have a down to earth meet-and-greet with the base's second in command.

"Hey! Vice Cap! Good timing. Yunna, this is our Vice Captain Hoshina. Vice-Cap, this is Yunna. She's a transfer from Division Seven." Iharu took the lead on the introductions while the two of them were exchanging salutes. They all began trading questions with each other, busy distracting themselves with platitudes to not notice another person turning a corner and coming up behind Hoshina. A tall, burly, and clearly tired individual shambled up behind the vice captain and slumped over his shoulder unceremoniously, almost knocking him over.

"Oof, Kafka! Is everything okay?" Hoshina said calmly at the intruder. The man he called Kafka just wrapped his arms lopsidedly around Hoshina's left shoulder as he dug his face into the crook of his neck on the right.

" 'M fine. Drained" He mumbled incoherently, sacrificing vowels in his state of exhaustion. He nuzzled his nose affectionately in the curve of Hoshina's neck and took a noticeable whiff. "New cologne's nice."

Yunna, the new recruit, became visibly flushed as she continued to stare on. Iharu was already completely desensitized to this and just continued his conversation with the Vice Captain. Noticing the state of shock on the newcomer, Iharu took a second to explain what was happening.

"This is Kafka Hibino. He's the Captain's and Vice Captain's boyfriend. Everyone has learned to just let him get away with this bullshit." Iharu smiled cheekily at Yunna after he had finished.

"What am I supposed to do when he's like this? Tell him 'No'?" Hoshina said as he crossed his arms. He felt the rumbling of deep throated laughter coming from the man on his shoulder.

"Conveniently leaving out the fact that I'm also a kaiju." Kafka said as he lifted his head a little just to speak clearly. Yunna made a small squeak of surprise as the revelation made all the pieces click into place.

Down the hallway behind Iharu, everyone could hear another person aggressively shouting as they came down their direction.

"Aw, shit." Hoshina whispered under his breath.

"Who's that?" Iharu questioned as he turned around to look.

"Base Inspector. Probably looking for me to bitch about something inane." Hoshina continued. Iharu took that as a sign to whisk the new person off to a different location, sensing a need to disappear before he got themselves caught in possible corporate crossfire. Hoshina prepped his best Resting Bitch Face as the lanky inspector approached viciously.

"Afternoon, Inspector." Hoshina said in a deadpan manner. He took a longer look at the man coming toward him and noticed he recognized none of the man's features.

'Hmm. I wonder if he's new?' Hoshina thought. His hopes were raised a little, thinking that this possibly new base inspector wouldn't have the same stick up his ass like the last two did.

"Vice Captain Hoshina. Just the person I was looking for." The inspector called out. He opened his mouth to begin what was most certainly about to be a mindless rant concerning some slighted offence over some breach in paperwork or protocol, but quickly shut it when he noticed Kafka making no move to acknowledge his presence.

"Well, I was going to bring up your continued disregard to execute less leniency toward how officers structure their reports, but now it seems I should take over instilling basic officer conduct as well." The Base Inspector straightened his square framed glasses and leveled the most demeaning glare at the tired, hairy, lump that had made its place on Hoshina's shoulder.

"Oh, lay off. He said he's tired." Hoshina countered. He was beginning to wonder if a mightier-than-thou attitude was a requirement to being an inspector.

"Lethargy is no excuse for blatant indifference to higher authority." The stringy looking man sniffed haughtily. A threatening, rolling, and loud inhuman growl emanated from Kafka, still not looking up from his place at Hoshina's side. Hoshina chuckled as he ruffled his hair while he talked to him.

"Mind being a dear and head up to Mina's office for a bit? The only adult in the room needs to discipline this child, apparently." Hoshina spoke in hushed tones, sounding incredibly loving into Kafka's ear. Only a more disappointed growling whimper was heard in response.

"You could beg for more cuddles if she's in there." Hoshina sang quietly as he nosed Kafka's hair. The slacked-spined man lifted his head to stare disapprovingly at the unwanted interloper before planting a smooch to his Vice Captain's cheek and walked away, radiating an irritated aura all the way down the hall. The two that were left followed his path and waited for him to turn around a corner before continuing the discussion.

"You do know that having a relationship between a higher authority figure and an officer is prohibited, correct?" The inspector said as he turned back to face Hoshina.

"You know that man has a fortitude rating, correct?" Hoshina snarked.

"Don't you mean an aptitude rating?" The inspector returned wearily.

"No, fortitude." Hoshina reiterated firmly as he stepped closer into the inspector's personal space, " Ya'know, because he's a kaiju and all." The inspector tried not to express it, but he seemed taken aback. first from the clear hostility, then from realizing what Hoshina meant.

The inspector's lips flapped open and closed for a moment before letting slip a small, simple "oh."

"Were you not made aware that we had such a person within our ranks?" Hoshina asked poignantly.

"I was made very aware of such personnel." The inspector said as he adjusted his glasses again, "What I wasn't made aware of was how much leniency he seems to be permitted to have because of such an obscenely paltry standing." The inspector spoke with baseless higher authority, attempting to recover from finding himself on the back step. Hoshina could feel his lips being stretched thin over his teeth as he felt the need to use them to rip the throat out of this obstinate and unwarranted trespasser.

"Then you should have also been made aware of how that man had not only saved the lives of millions, but also saved the planet six times over consecutively." While being shorter than the inspector, Hoshina did a fine job of making it seem like he was towering over the other man.

" As... notable... as those achievements are, it shouldn't take away the fact that a relationship between an officer and a Vice Captain is unconducive to to the workplace since it could be used to unjustly gather sway in one's ranking." The base inspector held his position in the conversation, but was forced to slink down in height as he cowered under Hoshina's invasive presence.

"Ohh, trust me. The higher ups have made it very clear that he's already achieved the highest ranking they'll allow him, and that's being an exploitable weapon." Wrath tinged the edges of his words as he managed to climb higher over the base inspector.

"There is nothing in this world that he hasn't earned by not working his ass off for. So excuse me for thinking that the least he's owed is the right to express some fuckin' PDA." Hoshina could feel the tips of his lips curl into an unfriendly smile with an uncanny amount of teeth showing.

"If you really want to drag rank over this and piss off a man who's capable of leveling all of Western Japan for no decent reason, be my guest. If you have nothing drastically important to talk about, like something that's impeding the health and wellness of my officers, then I bid you farewell and hope your day is as wonderful as you are." Hoshina reclined back onto his heels and crisply marched away from the inspector, who still wasn't recovered from the invasion of personal space and was stuck being slant backwards, even as Hoshina moved out of eyesight.

Minutes later, Hoshina had found himself in Mina's office. Hoping to join in on Kafka's sudden bout of needed physical closure, he slipped past the threshold and quietly dumped his gym bag next to the door. Taking up most of the center of the room in front of the desk, was Mina, sandwiched between Bakko and Kafka. Reclined against the tiger formed monster, Mina looked silently overjoyed to have an asleep Kafka nestled between her legs as he rested his head on her stomach. Laying tilted on his side, the left portion of his face was buried in Mina's clothes while his arms had dug a hold around her midsection, framing his head. A low vibration hung in the air, getting louder as Hoshina snuck over.

"Need me to pry him off?" Hoshina lovingly muttered into Mina's forehead as he planted a small smooch as well.

"Later. Now, I need you to grab my phone!" Mina tried to contain her excitement as quietly as she could while gently brushing her free hand through Kafka's hair, the other being trapped under his heavy shoulder.

"Yes, he looks adorable, doesn't he?" Hoshina playfully rolled his eyes as he made moves to stand up.

"Well, yes, but you can't tell me you can't hear this?" Mina's smile was wide as she looked up at Hoshina. He took a second to listen as he processed the low rumble in the room.

"Is... is that not Bakko purring?" Hoshina questioned.

"No, he's awake!" Mina harshly whispered in joy as she jabbed her finger behind her, "This is all him!" She pointed her finger again at Kafka, emphasizing her revelation.

Hoshina made a quiet, deep throated cackle as he comically tiptoed around her desk to grab the phone and pull up the camera. He managed to settle onto the floor and shimmy his way under Mina's free arm as he held the camera close to Kafka's face. They got at least a good minute of audio, starring his purrs before Hoshina decided to end it there, not wanting to push their luck.

"It's a shame he can't purr all the time. Instead of the sleep talking, I mean." Mina commented as Hoshina made himself more comfortable in their embrace on the floor.

"We wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning if he did." Hoshina muttered sleepily as he finally stopped shifting when he found a good spot to settle into. Mina brushed his hair for a second while she returned the forehead kiss from earlier before relaxing into the warm and heavy pile she had unintentionally made for herself.

@iceclew

I hate to ask this from ya, but... Have you seen this yet? If you didn't have an opinion one way or another, that's fine. Just wanted to ask.

[markantonys]

day 71 of asking why reddit has suddenly become convinced that the 'finn and mat's rhuidean trip are a waste of time and easily cut, and that season 3 will obviously feature him splitting off from the friends he just reunited with in order to spend the entire season dicking around with thom and getting into shenanigans, as that is much more important to his overall character arc than his 2-book waste arc

like there have been SO MANY posts like this lately and all of them are filled with comments of universal agreement! am i having a stroke? what the hell is going on???? i'll admit mat doesn't have a huge amount of specific stuff to do in the waste aside from rhuidean, but rhuidean is crucial to his character and s2 had Mat-Finn Connection Foreshadowing out the wazoo, plus the waste plotline is MUCH more fertile ground for creating additional Specific Mat Stuff and enhancing his character development & relationships with other main characters than his TDR plotline of dicking around with thom is.

[nonsensechemicals]

there is something absolutely soul crushing about wanting to be one day seen as intelligent but being unable to learn or grow or experience complex thought

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

This isn't really a theory, but I really want this to be true.

But what if the Roaring Knight was an amalgam of Asriel and December?

I think they have traits of both (the antlers, and sword based attacks), and sound like they're in pain, and struggling a lot.

It would explain why they sometimes seem extremely intelligent, and other times more, not quite mindless, but not quite all there: because they're in constant pain and being a badass takes a lot of energy.

Eg: after they attack Tenna, they're sort of hunched and crying (or drooling? I personally think crying but could be either) but then when they're fighting they seem very collected.

So I think we saw them at a vulnerable moment, hurting emotionally, and they didn't have the energy to be intimidating and composed.

And being an amalgam of two people who may die in the Light World is a motive for bringing on the Roaring.

Also I think itd be neat.

I know they're probably not (tbh I think it's Asriel and the December-like antlers are a misdirect)

[rahabs]

I’m glad my expectations for Veilguard were low, especially from a writing perspective, because instead of anger now I only feel disappointment that even my already low bar wasn’t met.

[teethbomb]

hrrnnggg digital circus…

[abyssembraced]

Making You the Patron Saint of Something

Patron Saint of Creation

Patron saint of explosions. Patron saint of More. Patron saint of something new entirely. Something unfamiliar, something you can't recognize. Was Frankenstein's monster an abomination or had his like just never been seen before? You're the patron saint of all those new, beautiful things. You're the patron saint of the monsters, too.

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Patron Saint of Bones

Patron saint of frameworks. Of structures. Of solidity. Patron saint of things that break. Patron saint of things that are left behind. The bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest is gone? What do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? Who holds the bones?

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[prompt-master]

I think you're a Leo kinnie

What you mean by this changes DRASTICALLY depending on which version you mean

[albireon]

sketchin

[yapdad]

(trueform) sukuna, the amalgamation of all things sharp and evil, is... a virgin?

you laugh when he tells you. he ponders the merits of spanking you for making a fool of his abstinence.

'don't mock me' he had pouted like a kicked puppy, eyebrows knit together in a faux fury that just makes him look dumb, because anger on ryomen sukuna is only natural in every direction but yours.

you have that asshole wrapped around your finger.

well, you did. until you laughed at him for being a virgin, and he decided his many years of celibacy were ideal to be broken by someone with your gall.

know you're wrapped around his fingers. literally, knuckles deep while he plunges them in and out and in and out of your pussy on a grating loop that has your vision gated by stars and tears after only a few minutes.

he's fucking good for a virgin. you wonder if he's better with his cock than he is with his fingers—whether he's fucked his fist late at night to the thought of doing things like this to you. how depraved he's let his mind become. if his fantasies would frighten you or not.

"i didn't mean to laugh," you try pleading after your first orgasm on his fingers. "i wasn't laughing at you, it's just hard to believe. don't you have concubines?"

"i'm not a philanderer," he grunts, curling his thick fingers inside of you.

"do you even—fuck, ryomen—do you even know what a philanderer is?"

"a whore," he bites. "i saw no point in engaging in such... carnal affairs. i don't like playing with my food."

well that's a lie. you roll your eyes, half in defiance and half because you think sukuna might be rewiring your brain matter with this kind of pleasure. so much so that you start to say stupid things without thinking of the consequences in doing so.

"so it's not because your cock is small?"

and he stops. you're thankful for the break, though you tighten around his fingers in some sort of biological protest to the lack of stimulation. sukuna, all hot and heady, takes your face in his one of his free hands and squeezes your cheeks together, bulging your lips.

"my cocks are adequate in size."

"cocks?" you're speech is muffled by sukuna's grip on your face. "like, more than one?" you squint your eyes at him "do you have multiple cocks, sukuna?"

indeed he does.

after another orgasm on his fingers, and then one on his tongue (which left both you and him in a mess of spit and sweet release) he finally disrobed and let you bask in the frightening sight of his two cocks, stacked one on top of the other, both hard and veiny and leaking at the tips with a copious amount of pre.

he's huge. in both cases. you suppose you should have signed something before laying down for the man, right? still, a curling need eats at your lower stomach: to have him like this when no one else has.

"are... will..." you clear your throat. "so, uh. they're both going inside of me?"

sukuna doesn't speak at first, probably because he's growing impossibly harder at the look of fear on your face. he lays you back and situates you beneath him, his rough hands oddly gentle for what's most likely the last kind thing he'll do to you tonight.

"no," he says. "next time. i want to... see something."

see something? sukuna steps between your parted legs and looks lustfully at the mess he's left of you. you're somewhat ashamed for becoming such a sight after teasing him like you did, but the hunger in his eyes are enough of a balm to shift your shame into... fear? want? a deep-rooted masochism?

kuna strokes one of his cocks, the one on the underside, a few times before lining it up with your entrance. resigned to your fate, you close your eyes and take a long breath in and then letting the air empty from your lungs in preparation for the stretch.

but it doesn't come.

you open one eye to find sukuna staring back at you. two of his hands hold your thighs apart in a force that is sure to leave bruises, the third holds his cock steady against your pulsing hole... but the fourth just hangs.

that is, until he snakes it up your torso, nice and slow, and then trails it down the length of your arm to lace his fingers with yours. a hand to hold through his first time.

"tell anyone and i end your bloodline," he says. you smile, and he growls and presses forward, taking the plunge and entering your tight warmth, leaving his virginity at the door.

as he pushes himself further and further in, his second cock rests on your stomach, leaking pre-cum all over your pretty skin. once he's bottomed out, which is a feat that takes a whole lot of squirming and clenched teeth on your end, he stills inside of you.

his eyes are glued to where his second cock lays on your tummy. it's an indicator of just how deep inside of you he is. how much of your body he's claimed as his own in that searing but all-too pleasurable stretch of his mean size. he squeezes your hand tight.

you're already teary-eyed, revelling in the almost hedonistic way your pussy tries to suck him in even further. you're sure that any deeper would be a health risk, but you've never felt this good before. this full.

and still, sukuna just stares down at his cock laying on your belly. he's so deep, sheathed inside of you in the most intimate display of connection besides... cannibalism? his mind races, his mouth goes dry, and with an almost pathetic moan from deep in his chest, ryomen sukuna cums both inside of you and all over your stomach at the same time.

without even a full thrust inside of you.

you gasp, the sheer amount of cum flooding into you at once is overwhelming. "did you just—"

"no."

you lift your head to look at the release painting your stomach: so much so that it's covering your tits too. "you just came in one stroke."

"shut the fuck up."

"you really are a virgin, still holding my hand, too."

sukuna growls at that, lowers his body against yours just to show off his crushing weight. a bite to your earlobe is soon followed by a few harsh words in your ear.

"do you want to be ripped in half by my cocks? shut your fucking mouth or i'll gladly—"

"yes. please, yes. yeah. let's do it."