#bite-that-coin

[hawnks]

You're jealous. It makes you lash out, makes you meet Keigo with claws and teeth and cruel, irrational accusations.

You pack a bag after your last big blow up, shame dogging your every move. A week. Maybe a little more. However long it takes you to stop feeling like a monster, to rein in these dark impulses that have taken hold of you.

He stops you at the door with a firm grip around your arm. Looming over you, leaning down until he's in your space.

"Why?"

How can you even respond. Why? Isn't he angry with you? Doesn't he see how unreasonable you're being?

You tell him the truth. "I'm embarrassed, Keigo."

His hold on you tightens. "So you're running away?"

"I'm not--" You let out a long breath. "I just need to calm down. Get a hold of myself."

"You can do that here. At home."

You tug. He doesn't release you.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

His expression turns stormy.

"You want to keep secrets from me?" You can't even question this before he's continuing, eyes amber bright and sharp as he pulls you further into his space. "You don't want me to see you what --jealous? Don't I have a right to know? Don't I deserve to be with you for this? We're lovers, and you still want to hide pieces of yourself from me?"

Trembling, you let yourself be drawn back into the penthouse. You couldn't fight him even if you tried.

He sets you on the bed, so he can push you down, curl up on top of you, all around you. Caging you in.

"There," he says. "You're not going anywhere. Would it help if I told you about all the times I wanted to kill anyone who touches you? How about how I want to lock you up, forever and ever? I can show you the collar I picked out, if that would make you feel better." He leans up so he can nibble your ear, whisper, "Or you could put it on me, if you want."

[usertoxicyaoi]

"As childhood friends ... we wouldn't be this way today."

REVENGED LOVE (2025). Tian Xu Ning as Chi Cheng & Zhan Xuan as Guo Cheng Yu.

[starleska]

I see you're really enjoying Tenna!! Whats your favourite feature of his if you've got one?

oh, i love Tenna so much, i would be hard-pressed to pick a favourite

...sorry 😂

in all seriousness, i'm so tickled pink by every aspect of him!!! if we're talking physical features, i love how his face is a rendition of 'TV', that's so funny and smart 🙈💖 i think Toby's done a similar thing a couple of times in Deltarune (Jockington looking like the Cool S, Guei looking like the Chinese character for ghost, etc.) - and there may be some inspiration from the Japanese henohenomoheji, a face drawn using hiragana 🥰

[the-toxinz-arcade]

genincompleon ..!

(gen-in-com-pleeon)

a gender identity which feels like it will never be complete, fully explored or fully understood for any reason. ₊˚⊹

coined for number thirteen of @flutteringwings-coining's november coining bingo! ⋆ .⟡

[mynameisuranus]

Blog Bitmer

A bitmer term when somebeing wants to put a blog in their mouth and bite down!

Bitmer coined by @vocalux

[nyankojin]

Clint/Madison/Sam polycule. Call that shit a Mégnawge à Trois.

[cutiemogai]

Bite lexiden

[PT: Bite lexiden. End PT.]

a term for when the word 'bite' is deeply integral or important to ones identity. this is not used to describe oneself but rather, is apart of oneself .♡

Bite lexibic

[PT: Bite lexibic. End PT.]

a term for when the word 'bite' is used to describe oneself or how one views oneself that is important to them for any reason .♡

Day 9 of the cqc event

Coined by me :3

[maggore]

[Flag ID: A rectangular flag with 6 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; Grey, white, dark gold, dark brownish gold, dark magenta, and black. In the upper left corner is a black symbol representing Golden Freddy with a dark gold outline. end ID]

Golden Freddy / Fredbear

A presentation term for someone who presents in a Costuline (link) and Vemörrortine (link) way, or someone whose presentation can only be described as Mascidation and Vemörrorive.

Coined on 4/2/2025 | Colors are based on the animatronic | Symbol credit (link)

(Taglist) @radiomogai @obscurian @presentation-labels & @redacted-coiner

[myrkulitescourge]

imo karlach’s soul coin usage seems like it should have been a little more significant than it was.

she only ever really stops to consider the magnitude of burning through a person’s soul for power during an origin playthrough—otherwise she rationalizes to the player that they’re doomed anyway, and if using them gives her an edge in combat, why not use them for good instead of leaving them to be used by evil? the dialogue with lann tarv in act 2, where he tells the story of each soul he's handing over to her, tries to humanize each soul coin, and still she doesn’t really budge and disapproves pretty heavily if she's told no in regards to using them.

it just seems like something that could have caused some kind of conflict between her and wyll, given he sold his soul to a devil in dire circumstances and takes issue with the player for sleeping with mizora, because she 1) is mizora, and 2) similarly expends tormented souls during her romance scene, even if for a different purpose. but it just... never really comes up?

i love karlach. but that seems like it should have gone Somewhere, from a writing standpoint? karlach values wyll as a person but is willing to use currency forged from souls like his for the sake of a temporary power up. she knows the soul is consumed when she uses them. that whole exchange with lann tarv is there to emphasize that every soul coin she destroys was a person once. but it all kind of loses narrative purpose if this combination of factors doesn't mean anything? karlach doesn't change at all in her willingness to use soul coins, no matter what the player says or how much she cares for wyll.

idk. missed opportunity that wyll doesn't have any dialogue about this, of all things.

[ndnbutch]

WHEN I’M WITH YOU (PART 1)

Trudy and Kelsey have weathered the worst of it and beaten back the apocalypse with their friends and family. What happens after the dust settles will be a challenge neither was prepared to have to face together.

(half fluff half angst about Kelsey and Trudy’s life together after stopping the destruction of Peachyville. written from Kelsey’s POV. I’m planning on this being just three parts and hopefully I’ll stick to that. butchfemme Kelsey/Trudy, sfw, post cannon but tiptoeing around how it ends as I can’t possibly know that)

You, Kelsey Grammar, have survived the unthinkable. You generally think of yourself as a practical woman, someone who’s prepared for anything—nothing that has happened in your life could have ever prepared you for what the past few months have brought. But despite it all… you’ve persevered. And not just you, thank goodness, but the people you love. Your sister and her husband and your peculiar nephew Milton, Blake and sweet young Francis. And Trudy. Despite the fears that’d keep you up at night, through all of it, Trudy is still okay. It’s not a surprise, of course—you’ve really never met a woman more resilient. But the fear of losing her has been so palpable, has come too close too many times. You don’t know what you would have done if the unthinkable had happened to her, if you’d lost her for good.

When you were in the thick of things, aka saving the world, there wasn’t really much time for the two of you to get particularly deep into how you feel for each other. Little moments here and there cemented that something was blossoming, but you both had bigger, more pressing priorities. She had to focus on rescuing and reconnecting with her son, you had to focus on protecting your family and your town. Of course, that didn’t stop either of you from testing the waters every now and then. Your hand resting carefully on her waist at the bar in Persikovograd away from the prying eyes of your neighbors, kisses on your cheek from her that could be waved away as moments of excitement or victory. Your love story wasn’t the main objective for either of you—but perhaps at least another reminder of what could be on the horizon if you won the day.

And then you did, and a world of possibilities opened up. As tenacious and bold as you might be, it was in fact Trudy who made the first move. And that felt perfectly correct to you—so much of the story you’ve been watching her live has been about reclaiming her agency, so of course the next chapter would be her getting to choose her next partner for herself, in no uncertain terms. You’re more than happy play whatever part you’re given, let her be the one to pull you close in your first moments alone together again and press her lips to yours. To be wanted by her is exhilarating, she has this intoxicating way of making you feel safe and needed and desired in ways no one’s ever really come close to before.

For a while, this is all you want, all you could ask for. Some might say the two of you are moving a little fast, but you think anyone would if they’d seen what you saw together. Almost right away, she and Timmy come to stay with you in your sister’s guest house—they need a place to go, after all, and you’ve got an extra room you’ve been using as a home office that can easily be made into another bedroom. It takes a little time for Timmy to warm to you, but you’ve always prided yourself on your patience. You know who you are: caring, gentle, unfailingly helpful to have around the house. Slowly he starts to trust you, feel comfortable around you. Trudy finally enrolls him in school, and he’s too old to be one of your students but seems happy to have a familiar face in you to turn to when he’s away from home. There’s a lot of love in your cramped back house, three people who survived something horrifying taking solace in each other’s company in whatever way they can.

You and Trudy don’t have to hide your relationship at home, not even around Roz and Niles, but around town it’s a little trickier. You’re not sure if you would have been able to move in together the way you did if not for the excuse of the Trout home having been reduced to rubble. It’s completely in character, of course, for the town’s beloved schoolmarm to have generously taken in a widow and her son. But it’s tough, sometimes, not to reach for her hand as you walk together through Peachyville, to see her laugh her gorgeous laugh at a joke of yours while you’re out to dinner and not shower her in affection. You know if people knew it might change how they see you, as frustrating as that is. And you can tell that hiding her love for you gets to Trudy, too. She’s just a little bolder about it than you are, bless her—she’ll let her hand linger just a little too long on your bicep every now and then, straighten the collar of your shirt and play it off as a symptom of her being a doting mother-type and nothing more.

Despite the hiding you have to do, things are… good, for a while. Really good, honestly. Your life is brighter with her in it, you feel more yourself with her around. You can come home from school and change out of your frocks into slacks and a T-shirt, feel her gaze follow you in a way that confirms so many things you’ve always known about yourself but couldn’t quite face. She asks you to help her braid her hair because she knows you love to feel it between your fingers, asks you to open jars she couldn’t possibly struggle with because she knows what it means to you to feel strong and helpful. You’d never really imagined what it’d be like for you to be this fulfilled, truly, in a relationship. Trudy and the ways in which she loves you are everything you’ve ever quietly hoped for but didn’t know you could want out loud.

A year passes since you saved the world. What happens next comes on rather suddenly, but you still feel like it’s something you should have anticipated. You come home from school one day, and Trudy is smoking at the kitchen table with a pensive look on her face, staring out the window at the creek in the yard. She smiles when you walk in, but it’s hesitant, heavy with something yet unsaid. You can read her well enough by now—there’s something she wants to tell you, but she’s not sure how.

“Hi Kelsey, welcome home! Um. I’m so sorry to spring this on you, but I really think we need to talk. Or, well, I really need to talk to you about something, and I hope you’ll be able to hear me out. Okay?”

You feel your gut churn with anxiety, and you’re certain it shows on your face. You’re not great at hiding your emotions, especially not from Trudy.

“Okay. But you’re starting off this conversation on a very ominous note, you know.” Your tone is still somewhat jovial, but laced with trepidation. “Can I sit down? I feel like this might be something I should be sitting down for.”

She nods, smiling apologetically and gesturing at the chair beside her. You sit, and she puts her cigarette out and takes your hand in hers.

“So, firstly, well.. it means so, so much to me that you took me and Timmy in. I mean, I know it wasn’t just out of the kindness of your heart of course, but I really do love you for that, and for so much more. And I’m so happy, I really am, to spend my days with you. Every time you walk through that door, it’s like my world lights up. It feels so odd to say it, but it’s something like what Tucker thought he could program me to feel for him, but real. It’s real and it’s safe, because I know I make you feel that way too, I know you see me as a person. And you’re my person, Kelsey. You’re so good to me, and I would never ever take that for granted. But, well…”

You brace yourself. Your mind races with every possible thing she might say next, trying to anticipate the heartbreak on the off chance that might make it sting less. You’re certain the fear and worry is clear on your face—she reaches out to cup your cheek, sighing. You can see her mouth form into what is about to be an apology, and just as quickly watch her remember the conversations you’ve had about how she doesn’t need to apologize so much. She steels herself and continues.

“I made a decision, actually, a while ago. It’s a decision I made while I was fading from consciousness, watching the house Tucker trapped me in—the house I finally killed him in—explode into pieces. And sure, maybe that’s not the best state of mind to be making big life choices in, but I really do stand by it now. When that house blew apart with Tucker inside it, I thought… wow, I’m free now. Timmy’s safe with me, he was homeschooled at the time anyway, Tucker’s gone, the house is gone. I felt like I was finally free of everything that was keeping me in Peachyville. I had already tried to leave, you know, all those years ago—and I meant it. There’s not much for me here, I don’t think. You’re well aware I’ve been trying to get a job, but everyone just sees me as a housewife. I know you don’t, but… I could be more, do more. Somewhere else. And if I wasn’t for you, Kelsey, I would have left by now.”

You breathe in deeply and let it out slow, processing everything she just said. It’s hard to say why, but the first emotion you feel is guilt. She stayed somewhere she didn’t want to be, for you—you never wanted to be another person in her life was that keeping her from making her own choices. You’re grateful, of course, for the time you’ve had with her here. But it feels awful to know there’s a part of herself she’s been denying for your benefit. You can’t help but wonder if there’s anything you’ve said or done that made her feel obligated to, and it hurts your heart to consider that.

Trying to put on a brave face, you squeeze her hand and look her in the eyes.

“So are you… are you leaving, then?”

That’s all you can bring yourself to ask, and hearing your own voice as you do so shocks you—it’s palpable how scared and sad you sound. You’d be embarrassed if it was in front of anyone else, and maybe you still are a little bit. But you also kind of want her to hear that, to hear how much she means to you. You feel horrifically selfish for wanting that, but you find yourself wanting it anyway.

She smiles a very sad, wavering smile, and breaks eye contact with you to look at the floor.

“Right now, I really don’t know, Kelsey. The thought of leaving you, leaving us… it’s really, really scary to me. And I’ve seen a lot of scary things over the past couple years. But when Tucker was around, I thought all love could do was hurt. You’ve shown me how healing it can be. Not just healing, but… freeing. I really want you to know that. I feel like I can be myself with you, like the way you love me pushes me forward instead of holding me back. I don’t want to lose the way I feel when I’m with you, and even if I could find it again with someone new I don’t think it would mean nearly as much to me. So, um. Well, okay, no—I’m not leaving. I don’t think I am, anyway. But Kelsey, I’m sorry, I have to ask something of you. I know it’s going to be a big one—I wouldn’t do it if I hadn’t thought it through a hundred times over. Would you consider leaving Peachyville with me? Starting over somewhere new? You I don’t have to answer right away, I promise. You won’t lose me for taking your time. But I really hope you’ll think about it while knowing how hard it is for me to stay here. And I’m sorry for that, too, because… I know how hard it would be for you to leave.”

A lot of feelings happen for you at once. She’s not leaving you, thank goodness, she’s not leaving you. Relief washes over you, but there’s still dread in the pit of your stomach. She wants you to go with her, which is great—except that she wants you to go. And after all the work you put in to save this place, all the work you put in to help make it somewhere beautiful even before everything happened, you had never so much as considered doing anything other than staying.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, letting the weight of this conversation hang in the air between you. She looks up and back at your face, and you lean in to kiss her on the forehead and give her hand another reassuring squeeze as you carefully respond.

“I love you, Trudy. Peachyville is my first and only real home… and it’s a home I made for myself through a lot of hard work, you know. I love it here, I really really do. My students are here, my family is here. And yet… loving you is the first and only thing that could get me to consider leaving this place behind. I’ll need time to decide, and I’m grateful you’re willing to give me that. I really will try not to take too long. You deserve to be in a place that feels like home to you, too, and I don’t want to keep you from finding that. I just need a little time, but I want to be with you. Thank you, really, for telling me what’s been on your mind.”

Trudy smiles warmly and nods, and you can see tears begin to pool up around her eyes. Before you can even move to brush them away, she leans forward and rests her head on your shoulder. You can feel her breathing deeply against you, not quite crying but something close to it. You kiss the top of her head and run your fingers through her hair, wrapping your other arm around her shoulders.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” she says. “It’s not that I felt like I had to hide it from you, I don’t want you to think that. I know I can tell you anything. I just really, really wanted to make it work. I thought things could feel different here, now that I have you. I wish they did. I’m trying not to, I know you wouldn’t want me to, but I still feel so ashamed, you know—that being together isn’t enough.”

She sounds so remorseful, and it breaks your heart a bit. She’s her own woman, and you know how good she is at standing up for herself. You know deep down that you didn’t, and probably can’t, force her to endure anything. So you try not to blame yourself for how she’s feeling, but you still need to comfort her. You just wish this wasn’t so hard. For both of you. You wish you could give her an immediate yes, pack your bags right now and run away with her. You suppose both of you are wishing you could want what the other one wants right now.

“Trudy, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I could never ask you to shrink your life down to my size—I love you, and I know you love me, but you deserve to have more than just that. We both do. We’ll figure this out. I’m not sure what that’ll look like, and I’m… well, I’m a little scared to find out, if I’m being honest. But from the moment I realized what you mean to me, I knew I’d move mountains for you. So I will, one way or another.” You clear your throat, give her another kiss on the head, and pull away to smile at her. “Hey, here’s an idea! Maybe you could start researching some places you want us to go, yeah? I’ll look into it too, we can make a library date out of it. You know how much I love the new librarian! It’ll be fun, and maybe that’ll make things a little easier.”

The way you’re talking, it almost sounds like you already know what you’re going to decide. You really don’t, though. You’re full to the brim with fear and anxiety, and you know you aren’t fooling Trudy one bit. But she smiles back at you and pats your thigh, letting you both have this moment of optimism for now.

“Of course, Kelsey. It’s a date.”

[puke-ur-gutz]

ppl r taking the term weaponized incompetence too far methinks. why do we want everyone to know everything but we dont want to teach them.

[webby-after-dark]

odaxelagnia / auto-odaxelagnia

[pt: odaxelagnia / auto-odaxelagnia /end pt]

a paraphilic attraction to biting / being bitten

original flag(link) this is just my own take on the flag

made this for my boyfriend mostly lol

[odaxelagnia flag id: a rectangular pride flag with 5 equally sized horizontal stripes. the 1st and 5th have a row of teeth on the inside edge. the colors top down mirroring at the last are light fleshy pink, dark pink and dark brownish red. in the center is a large green heart with a darker green outline and inside there is a red outline of a bite mark. /end id]

[auto-odaxelagnia flag id: same as previous but the center stripe is dark green, and the heart is pale pink with a dark pink outline /end id]

[banner id: a black banner with a white outline on a transparent background with black text with white outlines. large text on top reads "THIS BLOG IS NSFW" and underneath in smaller text it reads "MINORS CAUGHT INTERACTING WILL BE BLOCKED". to the left is the Cahara actor from Dungeon Nights edited to have darker skin, hair and breastplate. /end id]

[vampyrrblade]

guys what if we all went and built a city undersea and had our own civilization to do whatever the fuck we wanted off the grid so we can transition to all our transxs through fucked up science and pure determination and whatever else... wouldnt that be funny.. maube someone named andrew can be the head of our city...

[gibblegoobler]

Chomp-Chomp Gender

Chomp-Chomp Gender: An xenogender relating to biting people for fun.

[mossterunderthebed]

[softiedingo]

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