#but appealing enough that u want to try anyway

[kxllerblond]

ok ok ok last shitpost. clark could be neutral evil because he will take someone with low spice tolerance to a local ma and pa shop with the spiciest fucking local food, give them no warning, go as far as to suggest nothing but water (or no drink) to maximize enjoyment of the flavors, and then sit there and watch them fucking die

[theflurtifly]

why do i feel sad and evil all the time this sucksss <-has several mental illnesses

[cinnamonest]

hnnnnnggg omg the 'you know what """"watching movies"""" is supposed to truly mean' got me good. Just thinking of boys with their cryptic language and masking their words and invitations with them -- and attacking the shit outta any girl that makes the mistake of accepting and agreeing. Like what do u want us to do??? Ahhhh please I need more victim blaming and slutshaming

I feel like Childe/Kaeya would be SO into doing this but you can go with any yan you want <33

Yessss pushy entitled horndog boyfriends >>>>

Ever since the last post I've been considering the alternative — no drugging, just flat-out force. You just drove the poor boy insane with repeated denial and rejection and basically forced him to do this to you.

He's a very nice and sweet boyfriend (many others would be very grateful to have him, but he chose you, you ought to be grateful), who wants nothing more than to give you the world and love you and do anything for you, and all he asks for in exchange is getting to stuff himself inside you.

But you just keep refusing.

At first, it's acceptable, you just need some time. But then a few weeks pass and you still haven't let him cum inside you.

And you seem to think nothing of it either. You act like nothing is wrong, like this is acceptable to you.

Which is baffling, because it's supposed to be a universally understood exchange. He spends money on you in various ways and is nice to you and loves you, and in return you love him back and you let him get between your legs.

It's not as if he hasn't tried to collect on his end of the (mutually understood, of course) deal. But you keep putting your hands up, grabbing at his wrist, saying not right now, not yet, or whatever.

It's basically a scam at this point. He paid for DATES. He bought you STUFF. What more do you WANT.

He's even tried being noticeably upset. Petulantly sulking and sighing and ignoring you. And it still didn't work, and he relies on your attention too much to keep that up for too long.

But you tease. You're aware of it too. You know what you're doing.

So he starts to think it's unfair, that it's cruel, that he's being wronged, that you're basically abusing him via neglect of his needs (and it IS a need, you wouldn't understand because you're not a guy, you could never ever understand the psychological agony of being blue-balled or even just being horny as a guy, it's literally worse than anything you could ever go through). Not to mention, it's mean. He has feelings, you know.

He starts to feel like you're basically cheating in this whole deal. Trying to get out of your end, when you basically signed up to be a steady supply of pussy, and he's gotten literally nothing so far, not even a crumb. Only a few kisses that don't last long enough. It's ridiculous. You're not fulfilling your role here.

So if you're not going to give him what he's earned, what he's entitled to, he has every right to take it. Even if he has to hold you down by your wrists the whole time, feel you writhe. There's a certain appeal to that, honestly — the fact that it makes you suffer a bit feels cathartic to the resentment and vindictiveness that's built up over time. He loves you, but you deserve to be a little humiliated, a little scared, for how you made him feel.

But it's not really that big of a deal. You like it anyway, even if you don't admit that.

And it's also absurd to get mad at him —YOU made a choice to be alone with him. You should know that that's just how guys are, and that what you were doing by inviting him in was not only deliberately misleading (since you clearly didn't plan on going through with what you're supposed to do), but also basically enticing him on purpose, willfully being vulnerable and so easy to overpower.

Therefore, you consented to the possibility of this. He's just reacting like any man would. Why don't you have some accountability for knowingly giving him the opportunity, bringing a guy into your home, putting yourself in this situation. Trying to make him be responsible for your decisions is very unfair.

[leeneir]

Hehy! If you are writing Yandere can I request canons for Iso?

Look at Me Please; Shy Yandere!Iso x Reader Headcanons P.1

I'm working on another req fic as we speak, but I'm taking breaks to do this one bc him being "Mine all mine" is very appealing🥰🫶

And yes, part 1. This prompt just got my Iso loving brain rolling.

Pre Relationship

I want you to think of these like its u and him progressing, as if its a timeline of ur relationship.

- A shy possesive yandere. You are his, no questions. But he doesn't have the courage to show it enough (for now.)

- Iso was always forced to cut off his connections due to the organization, but the Valorant Protocol was different. He found someone there worth going against everything he's known all his life.

- The moment his eyes set on you, he had an overwhelming urge to always be near you and always wanted to know where you were and who you were with.

- He spots you and Jett having flirty banter in the hallway and later during training 'accidentally' shot a bullet which shoots through the wall right next to her head. He barely glances at the wind radiant and mutter a half-hearted apology, but that glance was enough to give Jett the creeps.

- You notice how he's always near or around you and you decide to befriend him like the friendly person you were, you'll notice how his eyes fixate on you as if you were a precious jewel in the muddy dirt but don't pay it any mind.

- While you were chatting, he suddenly blurts out "You're beautiful," and immediately goes red in the face and stammering out apology after apology while he pulls his collar up to cover his face.

- You laugh as you try to calm him down, saying that you were flattered that he thought so. You place your hand on his shoulder while his back is turned to you and he freezes for a good 3 seconds before he looks back at you, his eyes had such intensity as they met yours. You pat and reassure him again, telling him that you thought he was handsome too.

- He decided something that day. Killing Omen wouldn't be worth it because it meant he'd have to cut off the valorant protocol, meaning he'd never see you again. Being with you was better than having to deal with his employers anyway.

- You, and your voice he couldn't get enough of, and your amazing skill and talent both in and off the battlefield, and your pretty face, and your pretty body, and your enchanting self that he wants all for himself.

- Back to actual headcanons. He's always very desperate to get your attention but he's too shy to actually ask for it. Which is why he'll always make sure to outperform everyone during training so that he can receive sweet praises from you that he'll repeat in his head for weeks.

- When you get injured out on the field on the same mission, Iso will go berserk. Even if it's just a graze. All you can do is hope that he'll be ok when he goes silent on the comms.

- Iso does NOT listent to reason and destroys his earpiece as he slowy digs his knife deeper into the enemies throat. How DARE they ruin your perfect body.

- He's always watching. Always in the darkest shadows where you never even know he's there. He has his eyes on you more than Cypher.

- Speaking of him, Iso has threatened Cypher to keep his prying eyes and ear aeay from you. He doesn't deserve to even be on the same world as you. His arena has space for a new corpse if need be.

- He doesn't take snacks offered to him by other agents. If you offer though, he wouldn't even eat it. He'd place it in his room with all the other memoirs he's collected from you.

- As time goes on, he gets braver. He starts putting his hands on your back, he initiates conversations, he offers you private training sessions and more. But that doesn't stop the ever growing urge to hold you, touch you, and keep you all to himself and not let anyone else even look at you.

- No one will get in the way. And I mean no one.

- If you get hurt again, he'll insist he'll patch you up himself. There's no need to go to Sage when he has an excuse to touch you can fix you up too.

- One day, you shoot your shot. You ask him out on a boba tea date, and he has to take a moment to compose himself. YOU were asking HIM out on a date? Was this a dream? Was this a prank by you and the others?

- Either way, he agrees with a soft smile, saying how he's been interested in you for a while and also wanted to ask you out but never knew how to. You laugh, your sweet, sweet, deliciously beautiful laugh he wants to hear more of and you joke about how you beat him to it, before setting up a time and meetup location before going off to your room to get ready.

- You don't notice the way his eyes are eating up the sight of you, and you don't notice how his soft smile turned into one of pure ecstasy and hunger. His face completely red at the idea of going on a date with you and is just so happy that he almost forgot about his plan to cause a minor life-threatening injury to Yoru for being such an asshole to you earlier that week. Almost.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 30 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-The next night he surprises you, when after dinner and your nightly glass of wine, he jingles his keys at you. “Still want to go for a ride?”

He’s been different, since the sketchbook incident. Despondent, and quiet. At first you thought maybe he was just hungover, but it lingers, and you sense something is on the horizon.

Good or bad, you cannot say.

Desperate to go outside and thinking that driving the car can only improve his mood, you agree.

He locks your door, of course, giving you a pointed look of fuck around and find out as you settle into the seat beside him. You simply bat your eyelashes innocently, winning a begrudging little laugh.

Jumping from a moving car doesn’t exactly appeal to you, anyways.

The loud grumble of the engine as he starts the car is a tactile experience, something you feel in your bones as surely as your ears. He smiles a little as your lips form an “O” of surprise.

You hate to say it, but once you hit the roads with The Black Keys on the radio, the windows down in the summer night, thoughts of watching for an opportunity to escape completely slip your mind. Riding in a fast car down the star-lit mountain highway is bliss, and you hold his hand between shifting gears.

You are surprised when he pulls to a stop at the very mountain outlook where he brought you on your birthday. The river in the valley is a ribbon of quicksilver in the moonlight. Before you can even think to try your door he grabs you up with a hand in your hair and his lips on yours.

You make out like teenagers in the front seat, and it is as sweet as it is maddening. Your own body has begun to forget that you need a full week of rest, his tongue in your mouth and his strong hands on your body inspiring that unhelpful ache between your legs. By the time he is finished with you, he has dragged you into the driver’s seat with him, and you are starry eyed and panting, your hair wild and your lips swollen from the fury of his kisses. He seems to like looking at you in this state, his mood completely elevated by the time he starts the car and drives you home.

He holds you close that night, and you find an insane part of you wishes he would try to debauch you again, just a little bit.  

-Yet as your week of reprieve starts to draw to a close, you cannot help but dread it. It is like you are living with a ticking clock in your brain. Maybe John was kind enough to put his beast back in a box for you…but you’re certain the darkness of his was only momentarily slaked, not slain.

It will wake again.

On the eighth day he wakes you with sweet kisses on your cheek and neck, and you think to yourself, here we go.

But he just asks what you would like for breakfast, and slips out of bed.

You can hardly believe it happened.

Later, while you are in the shower he slips in behind you silent as a wraith, making you jump a foot when he touches your waist.

“Jesus Christ you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, though you can tell he’s really not at all, as he ducks his head to kiss you with a little smile. You start to tremble as you wonder what new ways he’s thought up to torture you in the interim. His soapy hands all over your body are a marvel, somehow both soothing and agitating all at once. By the feeling of his erection pressed into the curve of your spine, you can tell he’s not unaffected, but he does not try to further seduce you or take what he wants, just kissing you before exiting the shower.

Standing under the warm stream of the rain head, somehow he leaves you feeling cold and alone.

You wonder what new game this is, hardly believing he’ll actually leave the choice up to you.

It goes on like this for days, and you are constantly on edge, waiting to be devoured every time he touches you.

This is almost as exhausting as being caught up and fucked properly.

As it goes on you are eventually living in agony again, existing in a state of constant, always present, red-thrumming arousal that begins to eat away at your sanity.

This diabolical man will be the death of you.

In the end it is you who cannot stand it anymore, and you know it is a victory for him but goddammit you are only a woman made of flesh and blood.

After lunch you are snuggling together, laying down on the couch. He is reading to you, but you're barely listening. You are distracted by his feet, which are bare, and elegant, and ridiculously large compared to yours. You can't stop stroking them with your little pink painted toes.

If he is moved by this, he makes very little sign, though once in a while he punctuates his sentences with a slight smile you find absolutely maddening.

You interrupt him mid-page with a kiss on his neck. He stops dead to look down at you, a question in his soft brown eyes.

You kiss him again in answer, this time on the mouth, and John Wick might be a lover of books, but just this once he disrespects one with abandon, throwing it in the general direction of the coffee table.   

It bounces before hitting the floor, dead on arrival.

You don’t care, because his mouth is on yours, and his hand is sliding up your ribcage to cup your breast in your pretty designer sundress, and you want him so much that you have ceased to care if it is wrong or right or somewhere in the gray.

When he so-generously slips a sinewy thigh between yours you grind on him like a cat in heat, hardly recognizing the sound that falls from your mouth.

It is quickly devoured by his lips again, and then his nipping teeth make their way down your jawline, to the soft curve of your neck.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans against your skin, and you wonder what price you’ll have to pay for it later when you answer:

“I missed you too.”

He pulls back to look at you with something like wonder in his shining dark eyes; the tender way he cradles the side of your face in his big hand tangles your heartstrings up in painful knots. But before either of you can ruin it with more words he is on you once more, claiming you with another probing kiss that curls your toes. He frees your breasts by undoing the buttons at the front of your dress, and it was not without some personal machination that you decided that morning not to wear a bra. His clever tongue on your nipples is your reward, and you whimper as he teases your tight buds.

You are nothing less than relieved, when his hand disappears beneath your skirt, running up the inside of your thigh to impatiently push aside your panties.

When he finds you soaking wet he growls into your mouth, circling your clit with slick-soaked fingers. You whimper in answer, clinging to him in your need, pulling at his shirt ineffectually. With those expert fingers dipping inside you and toying with your bud he brings you higher and higher, before pulling away. You scream a little, knowing you sound feral, and beyond caring about it too.

It makes him smile, a wolfish curl of lips that lets you know you’re about to be devoured.

“My fierce little kitten. Do you need me, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer, somewhat begrudgingly now. You are hoping against hope that he’s not going to play games with you today. That maybe you can just…be together, for once, without all the rest of this man’s dark baggage weighing you down.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and like always you seem to lose time staring at him, so taken by the sight of his broad chest and bare arms, scarred and tattooed as they are.

“You still like what you see?” he asks, with a surprising note of vulnerability.

“Yes.” You run your hands over his pecs, up the column of his neck to stroke the soft hair behind his ear, and his eyes slide closed. He doesn’t even make you call him Sir...and you hope this is promising.

You watch with your hands behind your head, your breasts free of the bosom of your dress, as he unbuttons his jeans and shimmies out of everything. The magnificent sight of him bare before you makes you sigh with some unnamable satisfaction, and you reach for him with open arms.

He seems to like the sight of you with your hair mused and your skirt up around your hips. He does not undress you, just slides your panties down your thighs, looking down at you as though you are something precious to behold. You are wound so tight that that look alone almost makes you cum.

With your legs wrapped around his slim hips he slides inside you, the stretch and glide of his big cock the most wonderful thing you’ve ever felt. He moans in your ear as you pull him deeper still with your heel digging into his firm buttock. You lose yourself in the sensation of him filling you up, and the muscles of his powerful back under your hands as he moves. You enjoy it as he takes what he wants from you, just reveling in the feel of him, but when he sits up to prop you on his lean thighs and circles your clit with his thumb while he’s inside you—oh.

This could be the gate to heaven, and your nails dig into the pillow behind you as he fills you with the most impossible pleasure, one flick of his thumb at a time. That scintillating tension builds between your legs, nigh unbearable in the promise of its glory. “Fuck, please, John,” you beg, because you have waited so long and you have walked through hell to finally get here.

You could murder him, when the rhythm of his touch slows. “You ready to say something for me, beautiful?”

Not this shit again.

“No,” you whimper, thrashing against the smooth leather of the couch. “No, don’t do this to me now.”

“I need to hear it,” he insists, sounding almost as desperate as you this time. “Need you to say that you’re mine.”

He’s finally done it.

After all this, John Wick has finally found your breaking point, and as it turned out it was all at the tip his thumb.

Suddenly you are filled with everything.

Everything he has put you through the past weeks. The emotional rollercoaster of the anger and the fear, the joy and sympathy and heartbreak and love. He makes you feel everything but he denies you this because you refuse to admit you are a thing to be owned by him? You are the molten core of a volcano—this is the final pound of pressure that makes you explode.

“You want me to say something?” you demand with a snarl. You try to twist away, but his hands are iron on your thighs, keeping you joined. Maybe he’s merely inside your pussy, but a part of you feels as though he’s in your very soul, and it’s not fair how he’s made his way inside you. Inside your mind, your heart, your body.

None of this is fair.

“I hate you!”

His handsome features pull in the most thunderous frown imaginable, but before he can reply you go on, “I hate you for making me love you, for dangling that in front of me then switching it for whatever the fuck this is! And I hate it that I cannot stop loving you after everything you’ve put me through! Why isn’t it enough that I love you?”

Again you fight like a wild thing, until the only way he can restrain you is to lay his body completely over yours, pinning you with his solid weight, holding your wrists over your head with an iron grip.

Those blazing dark eyes feel as though they will burn a hole in you. Raggedly he breathes through his nose, staring you down.

You’ve done it. This mad man is finally going to hurt you. This man who you loved, who you do love, is going to make certain you never see the light of day again. You shake in your fury and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You cannot stop them anymore than you can bring yourself to close your eyes to look away.

“Say that again,” he growls, and you are certain you sense your end in those words.

You can’t raise your voice above a whisper.

“I hate you.”

“No. The other.”

You could weep, and your voice cracks.

“I love you.”

You watch as he wars with himself, weighing your words, running the full gamut of wonder, anger, disbelief…and acceptance.

His mouth crashes over yours, and gods help you, but you meet him head on with a desperation you didn’t know yourself capable of. He is filling you again, lifting your leg with his knee and sliding deep as he can inside your needy cunt, and it is glorious.

“Fuck,” you whine, hiking up your legs nearly to your chest to bring him closer, tighter, more. He manipulates your body like a master, reaching between you to toy with your clit again. It’s so wonderful that your answering moan sounds more like a sob.

He strums you like your body is an instrument he was born to play, taking you to the shining edge to the merciless rhythm of his thick manhood burying inside you. You half expect him to pull back again, but he only watches you, watches you with those eyes that miss nothing while he grants you that ultimate pleasure at last.

Your orgasm is vicious in its intensity, ripping through you like a firestorm, your back bowing so hard you fear your spine might crack, a scream torn from your throat that surely echoes all the way down the mountain. He is right behind you, thrusting hard while the clench of your pussy pulls him over the glorious edge too. He grips you so tightly there will be bruises. The tremors of his last thrusts tease you with a splendid agony, ropes of his hot cum filling you to the brim.

When at last it is done he collapses on top of you, only propping himself just enough so as not to smother you. You bury your nose in the bend of his neck, hiding in the soft waves of his dark hair, shakily breathing in the scent of him.

When finally he can move again he sits up just enough to see you, the tip of his straight nose touching yours. “It’s enough, for now,” he tells you, and you close your eyes with relief, craning your neck to press your lips to his. He kisses you with a tenderness that breaks you all over again, your eyes filling with fresh tears.  

The quiet that follows is like the hush after a battle, neither of you capable of sleep, but not really capable of motion either. It is a long time before he rolls onto his side, pulling you into him again. “I love you, y/n. I love you more…than I can possibly tell you.”

You sigh, burying your face against his chest.

“It’s ok,” you whisper. “Just…don’t hurt me, and we’ll figure it out. Ok?”

You feel him nod against the top of your head, though he says nothing in return.

Again you bask in the quiet together, your limbs deliciously tangled, until you feel a cold snoot on your back.

You turn to find dog resting his head on the couch by you, his tail wagging as he gives you the puppy dog eyes.

John snorts at the display, reaching out to scratch his ears. “He thinks we’re making him a puppy,” he huffs, clearly amused.

You laugh at the thought. “Fat chance, buddy,” you tell the hopeful pooch, turning in John’s arms so you can pet the dog.

Then you freeze, as you wonder if you’ve disclosed something you shouldn’t have.

John’s lips touch your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him again. “It’s alright, y/n. I know about your IUD.”

“How?”

He sounds sleepy, as he answers. “I hacked your medical records. Well…I paid someone to hack them.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know if there was anything in your history we needed to get ahead of.” He says this like it is the most natural, most acceptable thing in the world. And yet, after what happened with Helen…somehow it is also touching.

He really has managed to warp your sense of right and wrong.

“Invasive much?”

“I’m an asshole. I know.” He doesn’t sound sorry in the least, and you can tell that he is moments from falling asleep.

In that moment, you decide you feel safe enough, and content enough, to follow suite.

[hiskillingjar]

Latex (Fox/MC)

i wish i had an evil sugar daddy to buy me expensive sex toys. siiiighs and kicks a rock. anyway, yayyyyy latex i luv u so much

day 16: latex second person. somewhat softer fox but. coerced happy ending, he keeps you forever type of way.

"Well, well, well. Isn’t that a beautiful sight?"

The room almost seemed to shudder, walls contracting and the floor caving in, as the black latex, pulled to a shimmering tightness in the study, metal frame, like a sheet of pure liquid void, constricted around your naked body almost instantly, every inch of breathable space removed by the suction of the vacuum.

You’d had the good sense to fill your lungs with air before it was switched on. Fox has been kind enough to let you know about that, at the very least, so once it was turned off, you did your best to keep your chest still and steady, and your belly was slightly distended from the amount of air you managed to pull into your burning lungs before it was gone completely..

The latex clung to every inch of your body like a second skin, suctioned tight to every curve and crevice of bone structure, rendering your form slick and smooth and utterly featureless.

It was an appealing concept. 

One that Fox was good enough to indulge, every now and then.

He was sitting across from you (even if you couldn't see him), smiling placidly and silently watching as the latex continued to suck and squeeze around your curves, only growing tighter as each second ticked by. 

Once it was finished, the vacuum clicked off automatically.

It almost felt too good (good enough for you to ignore the breathlessness anyway) to be suspended and kept so still, wrapped up tight like a fragile, and cared for package. The constant thrumming pressure in your body, that made your ear ring and your heart pound, made it feel that much tighter, too.

"Absolutely perfect." Fox purred, sultry and sumptuous, his tail wagging idly behind him, his voice giving away every ounce of his pleasure. “You’ve always looked perfect in bondage, though. Hardly a surprise.”

“Hmmph..." You whined at his praise, almost surprised that you still had the voice to (when your featured were so compressed and smushed down), blinded and helpless as you were as you tried to move, your shoulders flexing and your tight body tensing and relaxing in short succession.

It wasn't bondage in the traditional sense, because you could...sort of move. 

But, in the frame and packed between the two sheets of plastic, like a caught animal or insect, each movement was languid and slow, like moving through water, so...you stopped trying to move all together.

He stood, finally, the metal heels of his shoes (putting him at an equal height to you) making you shiver with each step, and moved closer to you, before slowly running his finger tips over the smooth surface of the latex, like he was caressing a rare and beautiful sculpture, his expression caught in a mixture of awe and appreciation, and primal hunger.

You didn’t even need to see it to know that much was true, and just that was enough to make you shiver again.

His fingers were warm and comforting too, without even a hint of claws, a far cry from his usual treatment of you, making the gradual asphyxiation that much more worth it.

"Just look at you." He murmured, his voice a low and hungry, and deeply worshipping whisper, tracing the smooth black like a blind man reading braille. "So beautiful, so lovely, my pet. You're everything I could have possibly wanted.”

He continued to caress you, both hands now slowly moving over and across your body, making every inch of your covered flesh that much more sensitive and needy for him.

"Like a piece of art. Hmph,” He barely suppressed a chuckle. “I ought to hang you on the wall, and charge my best clients to come gawk at you. Wouldn't that be a fine thought?"

You whimpered at the idea (knowing he may very well do it), your thighs tensing slightly under his touch, the most you would allow yourself to move in this state.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the sight of you squirming and wriggling in the inky black.

"Even better,” He stared with a little click of his tongue (condescension was his natural inclination, after all). “How about I display all my offerings like this, hm, like my own personal gallery? Let everyone see the masterpieces I get to enjoy whenever I please." He leaned in closer."And you, my darling, you would be my masterpiece. My Mona Lisa."

You couldn't see him through the sheet of latex, couldn’t see his handsome features smirking and goading you, so well suited to his position of dominance over you (over others) but you could feel him, feel his burning warmth, his intimidating presence. 

And that too was an appealing concept, certainly...

"Yes, I think I quite like that idea.” He breathed out, his other hand pressed to the empty space beside you as he leaned in, somehow feeling even closer than before. “A little collection of living statues, on display for my own personal viewing and entertainment. And you…”

His slim hips pressed against your thigh, and you could feel the beginnings of an erection stirring in his well-tailored pants, even through the layer of latex and fabric.

“You'd be the perfect centrepiece, wouldn't you,  my darling? Trapped and bound, forever on display, like the work of art you are."

Your thighs tensed up again as he rubbed himself against you, another helpless whimper lurching from your throat as breathlessness rapidly approached, as he grew more and more excited and aroused next to you.

"Mmm, such a gorgeous sound," He purred, his hand moving down to the firm, compressed flesh of your chest, feeling for the slightly swelled edge of your nipple, pressed right up against the plastic, and teasing it, continuing to grind his hips against your thigh and indulge himself all the while. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Spending…nhh,” His body stilled for a moment, overwhelmed by his own pleasure. “T-The rest of your days trapped like this, helpless and trapped on display for my own amusement?"

"Hfff..." 

You breathed out your final lungful of air, finding your throat hitching and contracting on nothing suddenly.

“But you should know by now that I’m not asking for your permission, darling. I mean, you can't even talk in this state, can you?" Fox tittered (the authentic, honest cackle of a fox, a predator, instead of the practised chuckle of a showman), watching indulgently as your breath caught in your empty throat, again and again.

He leaned in a little closer, his breath warm and his body hot.

"I bet you wouldn't want to, even if you could. I bet,” He gave your nipple a mean flick, making you whine again. “You'd just want to be a good little sculpture for me, hmm? Hah,” He breathed out another laugh. “I knew someone just like that, before. So resistant to being a person…but the perfect object, when I wanted him to be~”

You tried to swallow another breath as he was reminiscing, but the plastic was too tight, too encasing, too much, fuck, too much-!

"Hmm, getting a little breathless, are we?" He asked with another murmur of pleasure, dark amusement in his tone as he watched you struggle with your breath, your attempts to swallow met with the unyielding rubber caressing and constricting around your throat. “What a shame. I do hate blemishes in my art pieces, though, and well…” He dragged a single finger up and down your trembling stomach. “Air holes are so unsightly, aren't they, darling?"

You whimpered, trying to give your head a little shake, pleading for his understanding and mercy, pleading for breath.

"Ah ah," He chastised you, his fingers stopping at the slope of your mons, giving it an indulgent rub, tittering again when your body stilled and you moaned, without the air to do it. "Can't have you shaking your head at me, now, can we? After all, you're supposed to be a good little statue. Just a piece of art for me to look at and admire, and take down as I please."

You whimpered again, keeping still as best you could (despite how much you wanted to keen your hips forward in the tight space) but pleading, with noises alone, for something, a break, mercy, anything when your head was spinning so much.

He drew it out as long as he possibly could, relishing in your trembling and rubbing his erection against your thigh, jerking erratically as a result of your breathlessness  

Eventually, though, he took pity on you. He grabbed the organic seal in the latex, which was slit down the middle of the sheet, in his thumb and forefinger and pulled it apart, providing you with just enough space for your lips to escape the suction of the vac bed and take in a desperate lungful of air.

You coughed as soon as it hit you, taking in gasping gulps, your bound body still shivering as you readjusted, like breaching the surface of an ocean.

"There we go, that's much better, isn't it?" He said with good humour, rubbing his thumb over your trembling lips, letting the seal slide up higher and revealing more of your face to the open air. "Take your time, take everything you need.”

"T-Thank you...hahh..." You breathed out, your head sagging forward slightly (your face slick with sweat) as your spotty vision gradually subsided and you acclimated back to having a body.

"A little gift of mercy," He said with a shrug and another practised chuckle. "I can't have my prized pet passing out on me, after all...mm,” He hummed thoughtfully, tipping his head to the side, his eyes creasing handsomely with thought. “We do need to improve your lung capacity though, don't we? That was barely two minutes..."

"Mm...mmhmm," You nodded as best you could, taking in another few deep breaths and giving him an appreciative (if trembling) smile as you raised your head again to look at him. “Yes, sir.”

"And perhaps if you behave nicely, I'll give you a little extra time to catch your breath," He mused, stepping forward again, his fingers tracing down your neck and over your shoulders. "But I won't give you too much, will I? I do want to admire my pieces as they should be, after all."

"No sir," You replied quickly, giving your head another little shake as you felt a rush of heat run down your body and to your groin.

You knew how to play his game. You played it well.

Exceptionally well, if you did so say yourself.

It certainly also helped that you enjoyed playing the game, too.

"Good girl," He praised, his tone dipping down to something almost soft and light, as he continued to indulgently stroke and caress every inch of your encased body, gently tipping your chin up to look you in the eye. "Are you enjoying yourself, my darling? I certainly hope so, this was an awfully expensive luxury for you, if not..."

"Yes, I’m enjoying it. I just…mm…” You explained quietly, letting your hand shift downwards, with what little breathing room you were allowed, feeling the growing slick between your legs. “I just wanted to feel it. See if it’s as good as it always looked.” You took in a little sigh as your fingers grazed your swollen clit, still looking him in the eyes. “It’s even better.”

“Mm, naughty, naughty…” He smirked, watching as you eased your fingers deeper inside yourself, the latex doing nothing to hide it. “You’re getting excited, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You replied obediently, not finding any reason to hide it.

He chuckled again at your reply, his eyes intently watching you as you shifted your hand even lower, the latex still sucked tight around your fingers as they twitched and thrust inside of you. "Mm, and feel what exactly?” He continued to probe, moving his hand back to tease your nipple. “The restriction? The way you're completely helpless for me?” His smirk softened slightly. “Or just how completely beautiful and perfect you look right now?"

"Mm...all of the above?" You suggested with a dreamy smile, still a little out of it, as the wet slide of your fingers in your cunt made your breathing shake again.

He laughed his authentic laugh, barking and ripping with genuine delight, which sent a shiver down your spine. 

"Of course, a little masochist like you would love this sort of thing. You're really far too much, darling. But I'll give you a reward for your honesty, how does that sound?"

“That sounds wonderful, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, take a deep breath-”

[rocketbirdie]

Have you ever drawn Sephiroth? Also my favorite post of urs is Cloud and Zack chained together and getting caught by a poll XD ALSO ALSO how do u find an art style?? I've been asking this question to a lot of ppl but never get anything that helps me- my "art style" is always inconsistent and I'm trying to do something that expression how I feel as a person while drawing a character (but maybe it's because as a person I'm all over the place and I can't pinpoint how to express myself) I can give a little ref for a few of my drawing to show how inconsistent they are😓 though some things stay the same a lot of other things change (people say I'm hard on myself but I feel like it needs to look a certain way for me to like it ig also also also the 2nd drawing was a fixed version of the og because it was well elongated.. can you tell im no good at anatomy-?)

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE RANT!! 😓

HI NO WORRIES FOR THE RANT!! Regretfully I have not drawn a whole lot of Sephiroth... perhaps that shall change someday? 🤔

Hmm I think I know what most people's advice would be, like "oh don't worry about art style just do whatever you like!" and yes, that's kinda true, but it's not really helpful. So here's my thoughts on the matter:

I find that the best approach to finding a style that fits you is to start by identifying your own tastes in art. Instead of worrying about consistency, focus on finding brushes/tools that feel good to use, colors and lines that appeal to you, and then play around with those. You'll find it a lot easier to make art that you like if you let yourself have fun with it, as opposed to subjecting it to pass/fail criteria.

For example, it's probably not surprising to hear that I love vibrant, colorful geometric art. I struggled for so long trying to use fancy brushes and weighted paintstrokes to make more realistic portraits, and it frustrated me because even if other people said it looked great, nothing I made looked right to me. Turns out it was my toolkit hiding my own art style from me. The moment I switched to solid colors and the goofy default pen setting, BOOM. Suddenly I was on a roll.

As for anatomy, you're already doing great!! My trick for anatomy (and for anything at all, really) is to break it down into simple 3d shapes. Fun fact, almost everything with the human body is just varying cylinders. Your neck? Cylinder. Hand? 5 cylinders attached to a cylinder that's been slightly squished. Torso? That's cylinder, babe! Arms? Legs? You guessed it, cylinders.

Challenge yourself HARD, EARLY. Don't wait until you think you're "good enough" to do a big intimidating project, or else you'll be waiting forever. Draw those difficult angles, perspectives, and compositions NOW, not later! It'll make the things that you're already good at feel ridiculously easy, and make those things come naturally to you, enabling you to focus your efforts into the stuff you do want to get better at.

[werewolf-girlfriend]

ive been enabled so let me share some of my thoughts on how to get ur art noticed online

if u want Engagement on ur posts then i believe that its critical to make people care about ur art. the easiest way to do this is to appeal to something they already care about, like fandom, aesthetics/subculture, current events, having fun (people love humor!). a harder but perhaps more fulfilling route is to talk about ur own ocs and projects enough until people start caring about them too

theres an infinite amount of topics people care about out there so id suggest picking something u already care about urself and channel ur art energy there. trying to make art for the most popular things out there regardless own interests is an exercise in misery, id advise against it..! if im allowed to get superstitious for a moment, i do believe that even untrained eyes can tell whether a piece of art was fun to work on or a chore. and besides! if ur having fun then its easier to create more, and the more u create the more chances ull have at getting lucky and having a post seen :)

on a very related note, art is a way to communicate ideas so the quality of the idea being presented in a piece of art is paramount to how popular a post will be. what i mean by this is that technical skill isnt the primary determinant of a posts popularity. if all your posts are portraits of original characters then people will have a hard time connecting with your posts and theyll keep scrolling, even if those portraits are masterpieces! the major exception to this is probably other artists, who ive found usually have a greater appreciation for the technical side of art (we can only speculate as to why..!)

lemme finish by saying that making popular posts and being good at art are two entirely different skillsets, ive seen many incredibly skilled artists with jack shit for notes because they dont give people a reason to care about their stuff NOT TO MENTION its a huge game of luck whether a post will get seen. so dont go insane in pursuit of recognition!

(i dont want to make this post too long so ive included examples from my own art and their note counts with my analysis after the break)

hello and welcome to the extracurricular segment to this post :) i bring yall two pieces from my art blog @werewolf-artfriend:

here we have a portrait of my fursona that im still proud of and a sketch suggesting "what if sniffers (from minecraft) were the size of mountains?" (let it be noted that the sniffer sketch was posted right during the minecraft mob vote = peak interest in the subject of sniffers).

the portrait at the time of writing has a crisp 30 notes, whilst the sniffer sketch has over 2000 notes. from the same artist, on the same blog, posted only a few months apart. i believe this is a good example both of the power of a piece of art having an interesting idea at its core AND of a piece appealing to the interests of the masses

this is of course just two convenient example posts, but i have experienced fan art of popular topics getting thousands of notes a couple of times now, amidst my other furry shit that these days get around 200-300 notes in comparison

this may sound like a really long winded way of saying "fan art make the world go round" but i just want to point out the nuances that

1) it matters what u make fan art of: if a fandom is small or dormant (waiting on new canon content for example) then clearly less people will be excited about the fan art you make. dont expect 10k notes on ur post if the average recent post in the fandom gets around 200 etc etc

2) it doesnt have to be fan art! ive also had some of my bird art get thousands of notes because people simply like birds :) and this applies to ANY topic people care about! the world rly is your oyster on this one

anyway i think ive started rambling dhgdjhgd thanks if u read this far! i hope i got my point across! and if ur feeling down about ur art not being seen then just keep at it okay! keep creating and keep having fun! keep sharing ur ideas and perspectives with the world and ur audience will eventually find u! i love you!

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

hiii can u do unrequited love headcanons for hua cheng, shi qingxuan and fx w m!reader they love him deeply and r so whipped but reader just doesn't reciprocate their feelings and maybe someone else has caught readers attention

Unrequited

Hua Cheng, Shi Qingxuan, Feng Xin x

M!reader separately

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Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

🦊 Hua Cheng is absolutely whipped for you, you have this ghost wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything for you.

🦊 Unfortunately anything means leaving you be. He really doesn't want to but he isn't going to try and force you to love him either. Especially when you love someone else.

🦊At first Hua Cheng really tried everything to win your favor. Bothersome gods? He'll take care of it. Mission? He'll do all the work. Shopping? He'll give you anything your heart desires.

🦊He takes care of you really well but it only makes you feel guilty. Hua Cheng can see his advances aren't working

🦊He goes through a quiet phase. Where he just lies around Paradise Manor wondering why you don't love him.

🦊Hua Cheng tries many different forms to see if maybe it's his appeal that's the problem.

🦊Once you catch on though you scold him and tell His Cheng he's very beautiful, you just have feeling for someone else.

🦊Now he understands.

🦊Hua Cheng is a little upset, not at you, never. He's upset at this secret crush. Whoever they are must be worthy enough of your attention, soooo that dims the numbers down a lot

🦊you won't tell him who it is but he hopes and actually prays it isn't Mu Qing or somebody worthless 🙄

🦊Once he's able to actually smooth out his emotions and get through his heartbreak, out comes the sassy man apocalypse.

🦊He's definitely supportive of you, just not of whoever you like. If they want your best friend's approval, they better meet his very high standards.

🦊Hua Cheng actually helps you and your crush get together. He doesn't know how to feel when he sees you and Shi Qingxuan strolling together.

🦊On one hand he's very happy for you and for Shi Qingxuan. He actually likes Shi Qingxuan so.

🦊on the other hand he still sometimes gets sad that it isn't really his job to protect and take care of you.

🦊Xie Lian works Hua Cheng through it.

🦊 You guys still hangs out and even have double dates with each other!

🦊Every now and then you'll see a silver butterfly pass by. Just a little reminder he'll always be there for you

🌬️Shi QingXuan is very charismatic and sweet. He's always attached to your hip. Like Siamese cats.

🌬️His favorite thing is to gift you things and go out and about with you.

🌬️Until he had to go on a mission with you and Xie Lian though.

🌬️He isn't dumb, he isn't ignorant. Shi Qingxuan can see how you look at Xie Lian

🌬️he gets it. The crown prince is nothing short of beautiful and the both of you deserve to be happy.

🌬️Shi QingXuan doesn't push his advances after that. He'll silently push you two toward each other though and eventually you'll see less and less of him.

🌬️Shi QingXuan spends a lot of time in his woman form during his heartbreak. She feels more comfortable like this.

🌬️After a while of just taking time to herself and sometimes watching you and Xie Lian together, she'll come back.

🌬️Even if you aren't lovers you guys are still friends and she still cares about you a lot.

🌬️Also she misses going out on "girls night" which is mostly her begging you to change into a woman form so, but when you don't she'll do your makeup and hair anyways.

🌬️She actually finds more comfort in seeing the two of you he happy together.

🌬️Plus these days she's got her eyes on the unsuspecting earth master

🌬️Shi QingXuan will drag him around with her and make him go on doubles "dates" with you and Xie Lian.

☀️Feng Xin has taken a liking to you very much

☀️He feels like you're the one. You're kind and sweet, but also strong and brave.

☀️He's whipped and he know it.

☀️He's more of a affection kind of guy. The subtle wrapping an arm around you, or staying by your side to ensure your safety

☀️That's why he follows you around, not because he loves you or anything.

☀️His love struck stupor was shattered when seeing you and Mu Qing together though

☀️Feng Xin at first is very angry. He's not mad at you, and he would never say anything directly to you either but he stays mad by himself and Mu Qing

☀️maybe if he had told you sooner you wouldn't be in that annoying bastards arms.

☀️Mu Qing better be treating you right too or Feng Xin won't hesitate to heat him up

☀️you notice the tension between the two get thicker. Lately they've been arguing more, and fighting more.

☀️enough is enough though. You care about them both and you won't have them fighting like this.

☀️Once you and Feng Xin talk it out, he calms down a little.

☀️The physical fights dwindle but of course they still bicker.

☀️Feng Xin isn't mad anymore but he's still hurt. He's very loyal and he wanted to be by your side.

☀️ He'll accept it though and back off

☀️now a days he bickers with Mu Qing and he's still friends with you

☀️He always makes sure you're safe and that Mu Wing is treating you kindly.

☀️Feng Xin doesn't hate Mu Qing either. He's happy someone finally got the man to loosen up and get the stick out of his ass.

☀️He's going to love you a long time before he can get over it though.

[lunar-years]

“The next time Keeley opened her door to Roy and Jamie she was cautiously optimistic.”

The next time Keeley opened her door to Roy and Jamie, she was cautiously optimistic. At least this time, they'd both texted her beforehand, and even told her that they'd understand it if she didn't want to see either of their faces again for at least another fortnight, if not possibly forever.

Keeley'd considered it, too. Making them wait to apologize--because she assumed they were planning to apologize, they better fucking be planning to apologize--did hold a certain, undeniable appeal. It would no doubt give her a bit of satisfaction, forcing them to wonder amongst themselves if she was actually going to forgive them this time or if they'd fucked it up once and for all. Only for a little while, obviously. Just long enough to make them squirm. What of it? They really had made a mess of it this time, and she wasn't a bloody saint.

In the end, she dismissed the idea because she missed them, and she wanted to have them back with her sooner rather than later. Only as friends, of course. Probably. She couldn't imagine picking between them and seeing the other one all sad and dejected again, anyway, so friends would have to do just fine. It was better that way, for all of them.

Probably.

In her doorway, cleaned up but still looking a little worse for wear, wearing matching, tentative smiles, stood her two boys. Roy was frantically punching at his phone as Jamie hissed at him to hurry u[, until finally music started to play. Jamie was holding a giant bag of takeaway. Keeley narrowed her eyes. "So...?" she started for them, waiting.

"I made you an apology playlist," Roy said dumbly.

"And I brought that curry you like!" Jamie announced proudly, holding up the bag. These were the ways they'd always apologized to her when she was dating each of them. Roy with his curated mixtapes and Jamie making runs down to the Indian place on the corner, coming back with more than they could reasonable eat, just the two of them. She did fucking love that curry. "You're not trying to outdo one another with the best apology, are you?" she continued, peering at them skeptically, "Because I'm not choosing between you." She crossed her arms, hoping it presented a determined, unmovable front.

"No!" Jamie said quickly. "It's a joint apology, this. We just wanted to say, we're um, sorry for being selfish dickhead, and treating you like an object when you're obviously not, and we justcare about you and, um..."

"...and acting like we were doing you a favour by letting you pick between us when we're both fucking idiots and you're too good for either one of us," Roy finished. Keeley felt her shoulders slumped. She wasn't too good for them. They were all perfectly good enough.

They were still shuffling like they wanted to say more, so Keeley said nothing. Roy breathed. Glanced at Jamie. Briefly shut off whatever song was playing. "Also, we kissed."

Her eyes shot wide. Holy fuck. Holy...fuck. "You...what?"

"We kissed," one of them repeated. Her brain had gone too fuzzy to determine which.

"Is that part of your apology, too?" she choked.

"No," Roy said immediately. "I'm not sorry for that."

"It could be part of the way we make it up to you, though," Jamie chirped at his side, those gorgeous gray eyes of his looking right into her own, twinkling and sincere. "If you'd like, I mean. Would you...like that?"

Were they really asking her...? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. He couldn't mean they were just going to snog in front of her and assume she wanted to watch them moving on without her. The sheer thought of that made her want to vomit, but even they weren't that stupid. But then, that could only mean....

She switched her gaze to Roy. They could still communicate silently, a little, the two of them. Even though it had been months since they'd done so everyday, simple as breathing. She raised a questioning eyebrow, do I get to be involved in all this kissing?

Roy nodded, if you'd like to. Jamie grinned broadly, like he had understand this silent conversation, too.

Keeley could feel her heart pattering right out of her chest. The idea of being friends had gone right out the window, just like that. In fact, it was almost hard to remember why she was mad at them. Still, she could make them eat the takeaway first and watch them squirm over their curries, and that would probably be sufficiently satisfying to forgive them. She wanted this. She definitely wanted this.

She flung the door the rest of the way open, because what the hell. It was time for her to grasp the things she wanted. "I think you'd both better come in."

[yakuzacanons]

boys and their kinks pls?! 😳👉👈 who's the kinkiest of them all 🥵

Sweating nervously but also hell fuckin yea, major NSFW below the cut so if u ain't 18+ I best not catch you looking down there.

Also, going out of town until next week, I will still be able to post some but it'll be at a much slower rate so thanks for your patience in the meantime! Love y'all and I'll be back in full next week.

Kazuma Kiryu

Loves shower sex. Honestly, any sex involving some form of getting physically wet appeals to him. Bathtubs, hot tubs, sex on the beach, he's down as long as you guys don't get caught, especially by the kids at Morning Glory.

Majima Goro

Lots of people see Majima as the king of kinks but it's just that he's open minded. Actually isn't into knife-play, as he sees it was a weapon for slicing up enemies, not for using on his romantic/sexual partner. Loves to praise you and be praised. Would let you peg him if you asked very nicely. Doesn't mind tying you up but isn't a fan of being tied up himself.

Saejima Taiga

He's got a thing for fucking you against walls while holding you up. It's some kind of showing off of strength thing for him. Into biting you and doesn't mind if you return the favor, although he prefers when you dig your nails into his back or into his arms during sex.

Akiyama Shun

Likes being blindfolded. Secretly into office sex but can't get away with it often enough to really bring it up much. Also would totally lick whipped cream off of you if you let him. A total sucker for any kind of lingerie or hosiery. Wasn't sure about hair pulling at first but the more he tries it, the more he likes it.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's a little embarrassed at how obvious this is but he's into handcuffs. Prefers to put them on you as he's pretty used to doing that but will allow you to cuff him too. Wants to try out spreader bars at some point in his life. If he's super cooped up at work, he really enjoys phone sex.

Ryuji Goda

Really into edging, both giving and receiving. Has a lot of stamina so he can afford to edge or be edged for a long time as it would take a while for him to be done with sex anyways. Has a few items laying around, like silk blindfolds and leather whips, but has yet to try them out. He thinks the idea is hot though. Loves garter belts especially. Particularly interested in the art of shibari.

Nishikiyama Akira

Has the BIGGEST most giantest praise kink in the whole entire world. Loves kissing with tongue and totally goes nuts if you drool into his mouth. Total freak in the sheets, although he seldom shows this side in public. You can bite him but don't slap him, please. Hair pulling is fine though.

Daigo Dojima

So shy to admit it but he has a pregnancy/breeding kink. Daigo's always kind of knew he'd have a family eventually given how important family has always been to him but he's not ready for one yet, so in the meantime it's a great bedroom fantasy. Also loves car sex, will totally have sex with you in his private car. Very Beyonce's Partition of him.

Mine Yoshitaka

BDSM king, has quite an arsenal of toys and is very well educated on them. Biggest believer of making sure his partner has a good understanding of BDSM before ever trying it on them, as it's only fun for him if it's fun for you too. Loves making you beg. Will give you a pearl necklace if you're okay with it. Wants to try wax play someday.

Tatsuo Shinada

Honestly down with most anything but he does enjoy with spanked. Also has a pretty big praise kink. Desperately wants to try some form of outdoor sex, like on a rooftop. Most likely of all of the boys to take you to a love hotel. He finds the setting to be a turn on in of itself. Loves things like roleplay or costumes.

BONUS ROUND

Nishitani Homare

Actual knife-play kink. Also will choke the hell out of you. Type of guy to put his hand over your mouth to silence you. Wants you to get loud as hell. Overstimulation king. The most likely person to send you nudes, so don't open your phone in public when he texts you.

Tachibana Tetsu

Office sex. Any hour of the day. That's it, that's his favorite thing. Loves to tease you at the office too, probably the best at subtly teasing you in public in general. Into gagging, both giving and receiving. Fond of ball gags in particular.

[wulfhalls]

I didn't lose out to depression, instead my parents convinced me a 4 year traditional degree was pointless and I should take a medical coding course instead, did that for almost a year, finished not knowing how to code and unemployable but couldn't afford to move out while still in school so went into low grade office work that quickly stopped being enough to live off and ended up having to start regular college anyway but at 28 instead 🙃 Graduated with my history BA last summer at 35-- sadly still unemployable, jobless, and dirt poor, and still with a Masters to get that I can't afford. At least I can rub it in my dad's face since he dropped out his BA program with like one term left.

just as a note of support to you/the history BA anon: 28 is young <3 you've still got time for good things, even if it feels like you're "behind" right now. I'm 32 and after years in the depression wilderness I'm retraining for a career that I hope will allow me the flexibility to enjoy life, not merely survive it. I saw someone say recently "the time will pass anyway, you may as well do what you really want" xxx

oh, no! don't call yourself pathetic because i think it's genuinely really inspirational to go back to uni at 30. i finished my bachelors but always wanted to do masters and phd too, but i was so burned out due to depression that i decided to take a break... which lasted for way longer than i intended because my mental health only worsened. now every day im trying to break away from whatever has me so in chokehold, lol. will probably start preparing for masters this year and enroll the next. sometimes i'm scared 28 is too "late" but this fear goes away whenever i hear about people going to uni in their late 20s/early 30s!

Babes, I'm in academic hell now too, you're not alone! I did do my bachelor's straight out of school cause I had no choice not too but I wish I had taken some years to actually get my health in order so I was able to learn and not just survive. I'm now finishing my MA this year after deferring assignments and my dissertation for two years because of health. Yay! My fellows look at me like I'm a pensioner at 25. But in regards to others, I accidentally locked myself out of the library in first year and had to get a grad student to let me back in (no joke, he looked like a broke but fitter Jon Snow with the man bun and all). He did his BA at 28 and MA at 31. Being an older student just gives you more vibes, more sex appeal, you're more mysterious and know how to pay bills.

ugh u guys don't even know what a balm to the soul hearing all this is (well. actually u probably do) it's just such a relief to know I'm not the only one. we ARE all in this together ❤️ and maybe depression (or other factors) got us good for a long while but we're back we're trying and we're getting there <3

[decks-writing-blog]

Here to Stay Drabbles: Not a Big Birthday Guy

Summary: I wonder, how would Gordon or Benrey try to handle celebrating each other’s birthdays?

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‘Mr. Freeman’s b-day is on the 21st of this month. What do you think we should for it?’ read Tommy’s text.

Benrey looked up from the phone to glance over at Gordon, leading the way down the grocery store aisle with the cart. He hadn’t mentioned his birthday was coming up. It was still more than a week away but still close enough that he should’ve said something about it, right?

He turned his attention back onto the phone. ‘y u aking me?’ He’d never organized any kind of birthday celebration.

‘I was going to suggest we to go to Chuck-E-Cheese again. Do a surprise party like my Dad did for me. But then I thought maybe he wouldn’t like that. So I’m asking you. He’s your boyfriend so you’re closest to him and should know I think.’

Ooh. A party at Chuck-E-Cheese would be fun. Benrey had missed Tommy’s birthday party there because he’d been too busy coming back to life and scrambling to find a way out of Xen before he got stuck forever. But alas, Tommy was right; Gordon might not like that. The only time he’d brought up that party himself had been to complain about it how weird and uncomfortable it had been to go from his life being in danger to that ‘nonsense’. He’d immediately followed up with telling Benrey to not tell anyone he’d said that about Tommy’s birthday party, especially Tommy himself. Tommy apparently had some idea he hadn’t had fun though. Not that that was hard to guess.

But did Tommy have a point about Benrey being the person to ask about what to do instead? While it was true they lived together and were dating, Benrey had never been invited to a birthday party before – he’d crashed a few in the lab offices but none of them had been particularly fun and thus he hadn’t stuck around for long – let alone helped plan one. … He was in a good position to just ask Gordon himself though. So maybe that’s what Tommy had meant; he wanted him to ask Gordon.

Pocketing the phone, he jogged to catch up and then surpassed Gordon and his cart. Before he could protest, Benrey stepped up onto the front of it so that he was riding it while facing Gordon. Facing outward was more fun but it was conversation time.

Gordon let out a sigh as he stopped pushing. “Really, dude?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Okay, fine but I’m not going any faster. The staff here don’t get paid enough to deal with our bullshit if we crash into something.”

“That’s okay.” Their one good cart run had indeed almost ended in a crash. “We gotta talk anyway. Um, your b-day’s coming up soon. Where you wanna have the party for it? And don’t say at the lab, ‘cause I wanna go to it too.”

Gordon resumed pushing the cart with his gun hand now too. “I guess my birthday is coming up soon, huh? I’d actually kinda forgotten it. How’d you hear about it?”

“Tommy texted me. How’d you forget it?”

Gordon shrugged as he stopped them in the cereal isle. “I’m just not a big birthday guy. It kinda stops being a big deal after you turn twenty-one.”

Benrey watched for a few seconds Gordon browsed and selected his preferred cereals. He’d tried a few himself at Gordon’s instance he try different foods, none had appealed to him all that much. “Well, what you wanna do for it?”

“Uh… I don’t know. The last couple years, I haven’t done anything. Before that, I got high and watched cartoons or the year I couldn’t get any pot, got drunk instead. I’m uh… not sure doing either is a good idea with the whole…” He gestured vaguely with his gun hand, currently securely wrapped in the scarf he’d bought for it. “Being inebriated when this thing is part of me sounds like a bad idea. Not to mention all my other problems that drugs and alcohol probably wouldn’t help.” He returned to pushing the cart. “So don’t worry about, ‘kay?”

“But we gotta do something. We could go to Chuck-E…”

Gordon didn’t even let him finish before interrupting. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Damn.” Benrey had expected that though.

“If that’s where you wanna go for your birthday, that’s fine. I’ll go and even try to have fun or whatever. But just… not for my birthday, okay?”

“I don’t got a b-day though.” He hadn’t been born. They’d established that for sure when going through his files.

“Decanting day then, whatever you wanna call it. It’s on April 1st if I recall correctly. Which I’m pretty sure I do since that’s fitting. We already missed it this year but I guess instead of dealing with celebrating mine, we could have a late party for you or something if you want.”

“Ooh, could we?”

“Yeah, dude. Since you’ve never had anyone celebrate your birthday before, we could totally do something. A party with gifts and stuff or we could go somewhere special, whatever you want, dude. And I doubt any of the others will care that it’s a few months late.”

Benrey’s grip on the basket in front of him tightened. It wasn’t the first time Gordon had done something nice for him, far from it in fact, but it still felt like the emotional equivalent of a surprise warm hug. His ‘decanting day’ was months back but Gordon was willing to throw him a party for it anyway because he’d never had one before. … A late party wouldn’t be proper though, would it? Surely not. But… but… he wanted it so bad. Now that he knew it was an option, how could he possibly not want it? Waiting all the way to his next decanting day would take forever.

It had been Gordon’s birthday they’d been talking about though. Benrey couldn’t take that away and make it all about himself. “Maybe uh… we could do a double party this year? Late party for me and on time party for you. Doesn’t have to big or whatever. We maybe don’t even gotta go anywhere. Could have a home party instead.” Benrey wasn’t sure where he’d want to go anyway. The main draw was the gifts, cake, and everyone being together anyway.

Getting all of the Science Team together physically in one place wasn’t exactly rare but with everyone having jobs and their own things going on, it wasn’t exactly the most common thing in the world either. Especially since Bubby had just gotten back from losing his job at NASA a couple weeks ago. So a big double party at home would be great.

Gordon thought about it in silence for a few seconds, his expression soft; he was open to the idea. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. So… sure, let’s have a double birthday party at home or whatever. Maybe it’ll even be fun.”

“Sweet.”

[adanaac]

ok sick i love being enabled

now to preface maybe i should say im not particularly interested in the fucking aspect of selfcest, it just doesnt do much for me beyond what selfcest as a premise is already doing for me, and what im far more into is like choking or stabbing each other to death (like in mozaik role) or if one of them is already a corpse

i went at it in sort of a center out approach bc the question that prompted this was "does jerking off count as selfcest" which is obviously no bc there has to be at least 2 bodies i think

1 step removed from "you", that dark grey circle, is sort of the platonic ideal of "another you". this 2nd you is EXACTLY EXACTLY identical to you. im inclined to think that even though this Could be considered "selfcest" in the technical definition of the word, it doesnt have the Spirit of selfcest, or what makes selfcest appealing most of the time.

mind you, by exactly identical i MEAN exactly identical. its like fucking a mirror. this is mostly a hypothetical, because i dont think ive actually ever seen selfcest done this way? theres always at least Some minor difference. personally, if this ever actually happened, i feel like it would be almost robotic, just going through the motions, knowing exactly what the other person is doing and would do and wants

the charm of selfcest, like most things, lies in the imperfection and differences, i think. although my philosophy friend has different opinions

and tbh now that ive had more time to think on it, do you even know what "exactly you" is? is it possible to know the entirety of "who you are"? i wouldnt say i know even 60% of who i am. would you recognise you if you passed you on the street? (although i guess if you did "pass you" on the street, then that other you wasnt "exactly you" anyway) or maybe, would another you who is "exactly you" be completely unrecognizable to you yourself? in the way 100% pure food compounds taste sterile? this is sort of why the concept of "exactly you" is just a hypothetical thought experiment to me, it just serves to emphasize what selfcest is about.

anyway my friend invented noncon selfcest in a effort to figure out what situation "exactly you" would happen in

the green zone is sort of your standard selfcest, most selfcest falls here. i dont feel like i have to elaborate too much since im not trying to classify the taxonomy of the different sources of selfcest (i.e. cloning, mimics, time travel, splitting a person, just plain alternate universe, etc etc) and thats not the point of this, since all types of selfcest are just a means to an end (selfcest), and selfcest is also just a means to an end (character study)

the yellow zone is a bit hard to put into words but its like, not exactly "2 of the same person", but it still has the spirit of selfcest. most mimics would fall here. seimei and haruaki are actually in this category i think because theyre different enough people. you could say haruaki is seimei, but idk if you can say seimei is haruaki.

now white haru and normal haru. thats SOLIDLY in the green zone thats THE MOST classic definition of selfcest (a la hetalia 2P). thank u tanaka mai for the fanservice.

(actually now that im googling hetalia 2p there isnt even that much color palette inverting. where did that come from if not hetalia. i know i have ocs from 10+ years ago that was 2 of the same guy but color inverted and i knew other ppl who had ocs like that or was doing that to minecraft youtubers. hell i still have ocs like that)

BONUS ROUND the so-called selfcest pipeline. i dont fully buy it bc i think selfcest is super easy to get into but also we dont have the sample size. if u read until here ur the sample size now. how did u get into selfcest

BONUS BONUS ROUND the whatever this is

BONUS BONUS BONUS ROUND the response for the person who originally raised the "is jerking off selfcest" question

[galacticghoste]

WAIT

I just realized if you ship shadamy who do you ship Sonic with and what about blaze I have too many questions and not enough answers

(And I mean this with utmost respect and no hate like genuinely curious)

Your good! i'm glad u asked hehe

For Sonic I like him with Sally mainly bc of my friend who introduced me to a bit to Archie and told me about them being a thing for a while in it and I like the idea too much so it stuck with me

(I have yet to actually read it, its just such a long read)

(plus i think they would have some cool kids) Thus why I made Alec and Sienna

I Do find him cute with Jet or Knuckles too (probably in another universe idk)

or his one true love Chili dogs XDDDD

(I can see him with shadow too but idk why the other 3 just seem more appealing to me personally as love interest for some reason)

AS FOR MY SECOND FAV BLAZE

(fun fact was my childhood fav as a kid till i learned about shadows backstory)

I OBVIOUSLY WENT FOR SILVER WITH HER THEY ARE TO FREAKING CUTE TOGETHER TO NOT BE A THING I LOVE THEM SOOOO MUCH I FEEL BAD FOR NOT DRAWING THEM ENOUGH

Thats why i gave them 3 kids >:)

BUT SHADAMY HAS A CHOKE HOLD ON ME I MUST DRAWWWW

Anyways hopefully that answers ur questions feel free to ask anything else if u want i'm happy to try and answer it as best i can

u can also checkout the my intro page i have links to stuff like aus like youth legacy which is where shadamy ship and a few others like Silvaze , knuxouge ,whispangle, sonally or tailsmo/tailream etc. all exist.

(But its mainly filled with Shadamy so be warned of all the pink and black hehehe very spooky ship >:))

[fizzy-blood]

do you have any Nina hcs? I love her :3

AHHH NINA!! so real for liking her (I'm a sucker for the yandere trope and scene queens)

✮ Nina the Killer🔪💜headcanons ✮

[Sfw] these are general and platonic so if u want romantic or sexual (don't know if I have any for her tho) headcanons then feel free to ask!!

General!!

So, it's widely agreed throughout the fandom that she's a scene queen and honestly? You go girly!!

Definitely stands out a bit because of it but I doubt she cares

Apparently she was originally gonna be obsessed with EJ instead of Jeff (real tbh) but in my au she only considered that idea for a short amount of time, didn't really appeal to her enough to cause in obsession

Speaking of her obsession! Her infatuation w Jeff has died down a bit! Don't get me wrong, she still likes him and all but she's much more calm about it (she suspects he might be gay sooo)

On an unrelated note- she's probably one of the only creeps who actually takes any care of herself?

Like, a good chunk of the people in the mansion shower once a month (and sometimes that just means bathing in the nearby lake).

But no. She'll randomly break into people's houses or befriend random people she was going to kill so she can use their shower or bath!

Also, if she's out here befriending her victims then she's probably got much better social skills then most ppl in the mansion.

As a result of this, she's normally the first person people talk to when they join the group.

✧∘˙Room headcanons time!!˙∘✧ (I love wondering what she'd use to decorate so I had to add this).

90% sure that she'll just randomly loot her victims of any change or cash they had on them and put on a mask (like the ones from covid) and just walk into random shops she likes-

Idk why, just seems like smt she'd do?

Anywayssss

She's probably got a large collection of plushies and toys (she's got a hoard of Domo plushies and you can't tell me otherwise, also hello kitty)

Probably owns one or two of those super soft Invader Zim blankets you can get at Spencers

STRING LIGHTS STRING LIGHTS STRING LIGHTS STRING LI-

Back to general headcanons!!

She probably has a couple different weapons (including her og knife) that she'll rotate between. Also one time just brought back a whole ass chainsaw?

Like, came back with a chainsaw that was in a shed she was hiding in and put it in her room?

She's only used it once or twice but still has it just in case someone new enters the mansion and doesn't have a weapon (she just gives people random shit she has so I felt that would be fitting)

Platonic headcanons

As I said earlier, she's probably the first person you would have talked to once you got to the mansion so befriending her would be super easy compared to the others!

Would probably try to host a girls night with you and the others (if ur not a girl ur still getting invited. Dw, u probably wouldn't be the only guy)

Sleepovers too!

She's also probably the only person that you could go to for romantic advice (as mentioned in my EJ x Zombie!reader thing)

If you liked Jeff she might be a bit salty around you for a bit though- but if he doesn't like you back then you'd probably just talk about him w her

If he did like you back? Then you might wanna sleep w one eye open for the rest of your time at the mansion...

Anyways.. If it was someone else she'd probably try to talk w them more often to see if she could get you two together (also would stalk them for you if you wanted, would even give you tips for how to get away with that yourself)

The point is that shes the only one who won't judge you when you come for romantic advice.. Trust!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑊𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝑁𝐸!! (𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤)!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

That was kind of a long one but I've got a lot of headcanons about her, I left out some of them cuz some of them are super common soooo yk-

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!! -Fizz