#but still I'm liking to make “memes” of it :]

[uncannydevotion]

“ we haven't found one lipstick that's kiss proof! ”

a/n: based on tht one art meme going around iykyk anyways happy holidays, and merry christmas if u celebrate! nd happy day to everyone else! enjoy this lil gift <3 i wanted to get it out today so it might b a little rushed, and definitely shorter than i would like but i still like it so. i'm posting it.

includes: homicidal liu, eyeless jack, jason the toymaker, nina the killer, and jeff the killer.

warnings: gn!reader but it's assumed u wear lipstick, italics my beloved, so much fluff it'll make u sick, lots of kissing. is kiss even a word anymore. it's short, with varying different lengths, and it's sweet this time for real i promise.

HOMICIDAL LIU

Perhaps a bit confused when you ask him to help find some kiss proof lipsticks, but nonetheless willing to help. He just assumes you wanted to go out to a cosmetic store or something to find some.

He's very confused when you drag him over to the couch and tell him to stay put while you gather every tube of lipstick you have.

He's oblivious guys okay you're his first relationship ever how is he supposed to know you're about to smother him to death with kisses?

Liu will be a bit caught off guard when you place the first kiss on his cheek, your lips gentle, mindful of the sensitive skin surrounding his scars.

"What was that for?" He'll ask. And maybe you'll give a cheeky smile and respond with something like, "I'm just testing out my lipstick, babe."

And oh. Oh. That's what you meant when you said you wanted his help.

Liu is nothing if not the greatest boyfriend haver, so even though he gets increasingly more flustered with each kiss you press against his skin, he stays painfully still so as to not interrupt you.

Every time you pressed a kiss against his skin, he'd let out a little sigh. It was rare for him to ever really feel at ease, but it came easy with you.

Sometimes, he wonders if you truly understood the gravity of the love he felt for you.

Each kiss makes his heart race faster and faster, so much so that when you place one last kiss against his lips, he's so overwhelmed by the amount of love he holds for you that Sully thinks he's fucking dying and takes over.

Sully is very confused when he finds that Liu was, in fact, not dying. And you're certainly no help, just smiling and telling him to wash his face off as you clean up.

What.

One look in the mirror gives him the answer he was looking for. His entire face was covered in lipstick stains. This is what had Liu's heart racing so much? Sully really thought he was dying, man.

Turns out the guy is just an idiot in love.

EYELESS JACK

One of the only ones here to really understand what you meant when you asked him for help in finding a kiss proof lipstick, already taking his mask off.

He didn't have anything better to do, and he liked how your eyes lit up when he agreed, so.

He'll sit patiently, watching as you set out all of your lipsticks, setting them out in a color-coded pattern.

Jack will take this very seriously, I think. You won't really be able to get him flustered, because he's determined to figure out if you have any kiss proof lipstick. He's a man on a mission.

Every time you kiss him, he'll pull away from you and look at himself in a mirror to study how visible the stain is. The less he can see it, the better he thinks the lipstick is.

If anything, he'll end up flustering you from the way he'll grab your cheeks and press his thumb against your lip, rubbing the lipstick gently to see how much pressure it takes for it to transfer.

He's not doing this on purpose, he just... doesn't realize the effect he has on you. But between you and me, he's 100% teasing you.

He's the one covered in kisses, and yet you're the one shying away from him and getting all embarrassed. Seems your plan to fluster him backfired.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" You would ask.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You're the one who asked for help." Would be his response.

Somehow you end up with more marks on your skin than he does?? Since you get to kiss him a bunch, he doesn't see why he can't kiss you back. And maybe he bites a lil, idk.

This will either end with you scurrying away, or with him pouncing you and abandoning the lipstick. Make your choice.

JASON THE TOYMAKER

He's busy tinkering with a new creation when you enter his workshop carrying every single lipstick you own.

He's too focused on his own work to really pay attention to you, so he just mutters a vague 'yeah' when he hears you ask a question, not really catching anything you said.

Jason's only vaguely aware that you're in the same room as him as he leans forward, brows pinched together as he focuses on stitching up a small stuffed animal.

It's not until he feels you resting your hand on his shoulder, pulling him back slightly and pressing a kiss against his cheek that he's brought to reality.

Just sits there, confused for the longest second, his hand coming up to his cheek where he had felt your lips. He's not against the sudden affection by any means, he's just a bit curious as to why you were suddenly giving him so many kisses.

When you explain how you're trying to find kiss proof lipstick, he lets out a small 'oh' and he goes back to his work.

Or, at least, he tries to get back to his work.

But you continue placing little kisses against his skin every few minutes, and it's making it really hard to focus, and he can feel his face getting hotter and hotter the longer this goes on.

Jason fucking loves you, okay? He tells you it multiple times a day. You are the one for him. So you smothering him with a bunch of kisses has him feeling all soft and gooey inside.

Whatever the hell he was working on before was no longer important to him, his gaze now seemingly glued to you and every little move you make as he leans back in his chair, basking in your attention.

Like hell he'll let you leave when you run out of lipstick.

You doomed yourself the moment you walked into his workshop to even start this little game.

He'll be dragging you down onto his lap and will refuse to let you go until he's had his fill of you. Which could be like... all day. Jason could never get tired of you.

NINA THE KILLER

Hell yeah!! She's been meaning to go through her lipsticks too, so she takes this as an opportunity to do that.

She definitely makes it into a game as well, I think.

You two will trade lipsticks without looking at the labels, and you'd both have to guess who was wearing what lipstick based on the shade and the feel.

The two of you trade kisses, lipstick stains covering her cheeks and your jaw and neck.

She really did just want to find a kiss proof lipstick, but each kiss had her letting out a small giggle.

And she knew you were teasing her, always leaning in for her lips before dodging and pressing another kiss against her cheek.

All that teasing had her feeling flustered, and she just wanted you to stop messing around and kiss her lips already. So when you put on a new thing of lipstick, she doesn't even give you a chance to do anything before she's pulling you closer and slamming her lips against yours.

You probably planned for this to happen, she thinks, but she didn't really care much.

You don't need an excuse to kiss her silly, you just gotta do it.

And when the two of you finally break the kiss, you're both breathless. Lipstick stains your skin, and both of your lips were smeared.

Nina didn't even care about the little game you two had been playing anymore, her hands resting on your cheeks.

She thought you looked stunning like this.

And it's not like you two had any pressing matters to attend to, so she didn't hesitate before leaning in for another kiss.

JEFF THE KILLER

When you had asked him for help with finding a 'kiss proof' lipstick, he honestly didn't understand why. Like... did you want him to put the lipstick on and kiss napkins with you? And why would you need his help doing that anyways?

He would've said no, if you hadn't asked really nicely.

Definitely grumbling about how dumb he thought this was as you get everything together.

Someone would probably assume you had a gun to his head or something from the way he looked as if he didn't want to be there, arms crossed and somehow frowning even though his scars made it look strange.

It really isn't until you place the first kiss against his cheek that he finally shuts up.

Oh. So this is what you had planned?

Truth be told, Jeff wasn't that big a fan of affection unless he was initiating it, but... he supposes he could let it slide, just this once. Especially after you press another kiss to his cheek.

You could never get this man to admit that he's enjoying this, but it's not like he was doing a good job at hiding it, either.

The frown he had was gone, replaced by a smile he was barely able to conceal. Do not point out the smile, he will leave the room if you do.

Each kiss you give him makes his heart race faster and faster, and when you're wiping off the last lipstick you have, talking about how you've yet to find a kiss proof one, Jeff is an utter mess.

He's got his face buried in his hands, cursing to himself for being so weak when it came to you.

Fuck, he really loves you.

[velvetvexations]

I have the forcefem meme blog blocked but someone I follow put a post of her's on my dash and she's just straight up saying "this isn't a kink blog, the way I do forcefem isn't kinky" and I swear my brain stopped working entirely for a second. I don't think there's anything wrong with kinks changing with a subculture or community or becoming memes but like. Come on. Forcefem is a kink, that's what it is. I try not to get too worked up about this blog because it's not good for me and my judgement does get clouded by the dysphoria it triggers but like, it really does genuinely worry me the way the meme-ification of forcefem has completely divorced the kink element from what is still very fucking clearly a kink. This whole "I'm not doing it in a kink way" is not a get out of kink free card, and it's a piss poor excuse for going around and flooding this website with kink stuff that now essentially cannot be avoided in trans spaces. No other kink that has like, a potentially sfw angle has a community that acts like this about it, people who do like bootblacking performances where no explicitly sexual acts take place still make it clear this is a kink thing so people can avoid it if they want, and there are huge arguments in furry communities over if you can even do "sfw" vore because vore is a kink even when no traditional sex acts are being depicted. Every other kink community gets that even when no one is fucking, a kink is still a kink and should be treated as such for the safety of everyone, why should THIS be the exception??

Ugh anyway sorry didn't want this to turn into a rant, I really don't think there's anything wrong with doing a fun sfw kind of forcefem with people who consent but like, as a kinky person who cares a lot about kink and BDSM history and communities the blatant refusal to consider forcefem a kink AT ALL is concerning. You cannot un-kink-ify it, this is a kink goddamn it and when you stop treating it as such you open up a LOT of unsafe grey areas on top of making it borderline impossible for people who are squicked out by it to avoid it because no one is going to tag for something they think is a harmless, gender-affirming, tgirl approved meme.

Idk tho maybe I'm letting my own dysphoria get in the way, feel free to check me if that's the case I will take the L with grace, but I just feel like this "It's not a kink when I do it" thing is...in poor taste, at the very least. I don't think it's intentionally malicious either I just don't like it when we stop recognizing that a kink is a kink.

I advocate tirelessly for being able to live BDSM relationships in public to the extent that "normal" relationships are allowed, but what I do not do is say I should get to snap a collar around a random girl's neck and drag her off because it's just a lifestyle. Like fuck off with "it's not a kink," IT IS, and it is NON-CON.

My biggest fan can't shut up about me supposedly calling trans women groomers because I think it's bad for trans men to say they want to cure trans women's "comphet," but you know what's also sexually coercive? Shoving your non-con fetish at people, many of whom are going to have reasons to be outright triggered by it, and then call it fine because it's so totally non-sexual.

SATIRE BEGIN

Well, okay, fine, start making indiscriminate forcemasc jokes at women. It's not a kink! There's nothing wrong with being a trans man! How could they possibly complain?

SATIRE END

That's a rhetorical question too, the answer is that they'd be massive hypocrites about it and say some dumbass shit like "transmascs just invented forcemasc to gentrify our fet I MEAN NOT A FETISH" or "trans men shouldn't care about being forcefemmed because there's nothing wrong with it but being a man is Bad."

[clear-daydream]

Discussing Bald Komaeda (Yes, I'm serious.)

-An essay by Clear-Daydream.

(TW//: Cancer. I go in-depth, so if you have a history with cancer and its effects, I advise you to not read this essay.)

It's kind of messed up that bald Komaeda was a prominent meme in the fandom. The fandom chose a character who canonically has cancer to edit bald and make fun of. This very character could be at risk of losing his hair if he were to seek treatment for his cancer, like chemotherapy.

If we're going with the idea that post-game(s)/anime, Komaeda is getting treated by potentially Hinata and Tsumiki for rehabilitation purposes, treatment options for his lymphoma could be up on the table. That's his decision, he does spend the majority of the game hiding his diagnosis and it's unstated if Hinata figured out he was lying about not having them.

But considering Hinata, after fusing with Kamukura, still has his talents and analytical nature, this could be known by his affiliation as his caretaker. If Komaeda were to seek out treatment, his plan would have to be an interdisciplinary approach, meaning the combination of treatments could have severe side effects and require multiple specialist involvement.

While Frontotemporal dementia (FTD) does not have treatment options at this time, malignant lymphoma does. There are multiple types of chemotherapy, and I won't be discussing all of them, just the ones I found that could be relevant to him.

The first thing we have to discuss is what type of lymphoma Komaeda has, malignant lymphoma is the generalized term for this diagnosis. There are two types of lymphoma, non-Hodgkin (NHL), and Hodgkin (HL), and both of these significantly influence the treatments that will be presented. Standard Hodgkins lymphoma could involve ABVD, followed by radiation therapy while non-Hodgkins lymphoma depends on subtypes and staging. He could have a treatment plan of chemotherapy and R-CHOP or even R-EPOCH depending on how aggressive the tumor is. (Most of these names are abbreviations for the combination of drugs they use. For example, the R stands for Rituximab, an antibody that targets CD20 proteins on B-cells.)

To figure out the difference, we have to discuss traits. Hodgkins typically affects younger people, ranging from ages 15-35 or under 55. Its symptoms include lymphadenopathy (enlarged lymph nodes), fever, night sweats, weight loss, and fatigue. NHL however appears mostly in adults older than 60 and while having similar symptoms to Hodgkins could have subtypes like gastrointestinal complications. They also have diagnosis indicators from their present cells after testing. Reed-Stemberg cells (RSC) are definitive for HL but NHL has T and B cells depending on aggressiveness.

We never get much information on Komaeda's physical health, the game focusing primarily on his ideologies and behavioral symptoms of his FTD. He has the potential of being diagnosed with either of them. By age alone, I'd be inclined to believe that he most likely would have NHL, but by behavioral patterns, it leans more towards HL. However, he has FTD and NHL has an increased likelihood of developing due to immune responses linked with neurodegeneration. (Neurodegeneration is the process of damaging or losing neurons in the brain, leading to cognitive decline. This is heavily associated with FTD as the cancer consumes tissue in the frontal and temporal parts of the brain.) Furthermore, Komaeda likely has neuroticism, which is a personality trait described as exhibiting heightened negative emotions, such as anxiety or intense fear. This could explain Komaeda's pessimistic and self-deprecating tendencies towards himself and extreme responses based on his ideologies. This aligns more closely with NHL as patients describe experiencing heightened psychological stress. With this in mind, I would confidently say that Komaeda has non-Hodgkin lymphoma.

Now we can circle back to treatments. First, he should have a health evaluation, involving both medical history and physical examination. As I've said before, his current symptoms are never discussed, but we know he potentially has weight loss as he asks Koizumi to bring him only milk and plain toast during Chapter 4. Patients with NHL could experience losing at least ten percent of their body weight over six months.

He most likely would also be checked for prior medication and allergies. His medical history potentially could have been lost during the apocalypse, so Hinata and Tsumiki would have to redo his medical information from scratch. Physically, he would be checked for palpitation of lymph nodes. Lymph nodes are a system of glands that filter germs and help fight infections. (This is why lymphoma causes a compromised immune system, making Komaeda more susceptible to other illnesses. As we see with him getting unstable while suffering from the Liar's disease in Chapter 3.)

Lymphoma is cancer cells developing in the nodes, typically causing swelling in the neck, axilla, and groin. Stage 3 lymphoma is defined by regions on both sides of the diaphragm. His spleen and liver would also be examined for enlargement as these are part of the lymphatic system. This is done typically through blood tests. He may also be checked for skin lesions as B and T-cells can cause tumors to grow out of the skin, appearing patchy or pimple-like.

Komaeda would be inclined to a performance status and psychological evaluation too. These evaluation scales determine his ability to perform daily tasks and his emotional and psychological well-being. This could accompany his health evaluations for his FTD, as FTD causes cognitive complications such as an inability to perform household tasks or organization issues. (We see this in Ultra Despair Girls as Komaeda struggles to make a milkshake without a recipe, adding unconventional ingredients to it. Only to later bake a cake without hindrance.)

For his treatment plan, he would start with chemotherapy, the most common regimens being CHOP or R-CHOP. CHOP stands for Cyclophosphamide, Doxorubicin, Vincristine, and Prednisone which targets aggressive lymphomas. While R-CHOP is the addition of Rituximab for B-cells to enhance treatment. This would be distributed intravenously (IV) and in cycles over several months.

Throughout treatment, Komaeda may experience neutropenia, anemia, and thrombocytopenia. Neutropenia is the reduction of white blood cells, leading to an increased risk of infections and fever. Anemia is a decrease in red blood counts, leading to fatigue, weakness, and shortness of breath.

Thrombocytopenia causes low platelets, which are colorless cell fragments in the blood that are involved in healing wounds through forming blood clots. Komaeda would require monitoring, as the low platelets lead to easy bruising and prolonged bleeding.

He may also experience gastrointestinal symptoms, like loss of appetite or nausea and vomiting. This could be quelled with dietary changes and antiemetics, which help with nausea. Komaeda is at risk of peripheral neuropathy, which is nerve damage leading to tingling, pain, and numbness in his hands and feet. This could be managed with pain medications.

Dermatological symptoms, like skin sensitivity, can lead to rashes and alopecia, which is hair loss. Most patients experience their hair beginning to thin and fall out two weeks after treatment.

Having dual diagnoses could leave Komaeda at risk of experiencing chemobrain, which is a common cognitive side effect of R-CHOP and CHOP. As you can imagine, having FTD already causes Komaeda a wide range of cognitive complications, and chemotherapy may exacerbate it. Memory and memory recollection loss, concentration difficulties like engaging in discussions, and judgment impairment, such as decision-making and impulsivity, are all symptoms he already experiences by proxy of his FTD.

If Komaeda were to receive treatment, he would need close monitoring for dose adjustments and caregiver support. (That's why my boy got Hinata and Tsumiki, they'll take care of him.)

In conclusion, Komaeda has the potential to become bald. Yeah, remember when this was about a meme? Here's a new meme for you artists, draw Komaeda bald but it's out of recovery reasons. Positive reinforcement.

(Fact: Color is added during the image processing of MRI scans, this is for differentiating tissue types. Blue represents low signal intensity areas, meaning the tissue is less dense. So, Komaeda's MRI scans would be predominantly blue.)

Thank you for reading.

[artxeevee]

@deafeninggardenerpanda

OH MY GOODNESS, OH MY GOODNESS. OUT OF ALL OF THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE OF THIS SECRET SANTA EVENT — YOU, ONE OF THE MODS AND THE ONE HOSTING THE EVENT, HAVE BEEN MY SANTA TO BAMBOOZLED ME THIS ENTIRE TIME??? Like, this is such an honor (to me anyways that I really was not expecting this)??? HELLO?!?! This is seriously an amazing surprise and warm welcome by this being my first time. ;0; Usually I would have crying cat meme reactions at the ready, but I ended up up making a quick yet lil doodle of Moxie fawning in her own way; at this gift art. BUT, I do yap below to gush about this too, because I know the 30 tags limit will just cut me off on sight. XD

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?! THE HAPPY FAMILY IN THE NIGHT SKIES BY THE SEA, THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND KIRBY IS HAVING A GREAT TIME IN THE AIR WITH THEM. I can even see the faint blush from Meta Knight just like Moxie is, which warms my heart so much. ;-; But also, you're completely good! It's 110% fine that you didn’t spoil any surprises about Moxie! Despite that they aren't explicitly on my wishlist, it still counts because I did also have him and Kirby on there for favorite characters after all, so you killed about three birds with one stone, haha!

You even added in her emblem into her pauldrons, which is such a lovely touch and it looks so good on her and I love how you also added in small details around her mask (which I am a sucker for little details)! You even went far to have her claws through her gloves, her wings being translucence based on my ref sheets of her and it's also pretty as heck. Plus, my heart melts even more on her holding onto Meta Knight's cape and it fits well to her personality on being caring. (Btw, thank you for reading her background! I'm so glad that it's not overwhelming, because I have apologize in advance to anyone reading text walls about her XD)

Your attention to details on the shadings and highlights in armor for both of the orbs is so good (the lights in their eyes reflecting the shines on their respective mask is even good too), especially the atmosphere feels calm and the clouds really did part for them in flight by the tilted perspective of the background. Meta Knight looks good overall from the wings, the armor and how he's holding Kirby to make sure he doesn't fall while he's holding her hand. That speaks volume on him being a dad.

I SEE THAT WE DO HAVE GSA GIRLIES, SO 🤝 TO YOU TOO THAT WE HAVE THIS IN COMMON. I have seen Lady Alexandria around on tumblr sometimes, so I'm very intrigued of her backstory to want to learn more about this charming gal, before I can make at proper "thank you" art some point. :>

But still, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, PANDA! <3 Your artstyle is pretty and detailed, and I still adore on the small details you make. This brightened my day/night more and I'm saving this in my gift arts' folder, so I can look back on. Happy holidays to you too!

From: @deafeninggardenerpanda

To: @artxeevee

Message from Santa: "'And the Clouds Part for Us!'

ROOK! WHAT A PLEASURE TO DRAW FOR YOU! The second I saw Moxie I knew I HAD to draw her, what a gorgeous design!! And a GSA girlie no less 🤝 :'D!!! While her and Meta Knight wasn't explicitly on your wishlist, I read her background (really cool btw!) and didn't want to potentially ruin any surprise by asking if this was okay 💦 so I hope it is! Them together inspired me to do a sky and sea setting and I'm really happy with how it turned out. Happy holidays! 💝"

[movetonet]

also “you didn’t have to get me anything” for the dialogue meme!

dialogue prompt meme

as mentioned in the tags when i reblogged the meme, i'm really zeroing in on my a/b/o breeding program fic! kinda got carried away with this LMAO but i'm happy with the results and i hope you like it! this fic is ~2k words and is set during sid's second year and geno's rookie year, specifically during the 2007 all-star game weekend. enjoy!

Sidney remembered when his mother was pregnant with Taylor. Her stomach grew so big Sidney had worried she would fall over onto her face. Taylor had been a kicker too, like she could scratch and claw her way out of their mother’s body faster if she worked at it hard enough.

But Sidney’s bump wasn’t like that yet, wasn’t big and gross and protruding. Sidney’s bump was just a little round thing, like maybe Sidney had stopped working out for a month and ate a little more chocolate cake after dinner. But it was still there. The little thing growing inside of Sidney was big enough that it was beginning to show. Soon, Sidney would have to buy bigger clothes to hide it.  

And he didn’t care what Geno said. He planned on hiding it for as long as possible.

“Look good,” Geno said, pulling up behind Sidney in front of the mirror. He tucked his head into the crook of Sidney’s neck and met Sidney’s eyes in the mirror, big and soft and glowing.

“I’m not even dressed yet,” Sidney said, dropping his gaze to his slacks and fumbling with the button.

“Not mean clothes.” Geno wrapped his arms around Sidney’s waist and placed a big hand over Sidney’s stomach.

“Stop it,” Sidney hissed. One of them had to keep their head on straight and remember that this baby wasn’t theirs, that they weren’t really together. Sometimes Sidney wished it wasn’t always him. Surely Geno knew all of that, too.

But Geno buried his head into Sidney’s neck, and Sidney shivered when he felt the press of Geno’s lips against his skin. He could smell the joy radiating off of Geno in waves, just underneath the woody scent of his body wash and shampoo. “Is good,” he murmured into Sidney’s skin. “Smell good. You and baby.”

“The baby doesn’t have a smell yet,” Sidney said. He was 16 weeks—4 long, arduous months—into his pregnancy. He actually read through the entire manual about the NHL’s Fresh Prospects Dr. Burke gave him right before they induced his heat, and he remembered the little detail that the fetus wouldn’t develop a scent until the third trimester. It felt important to remember that, at the time. “Besides, it’s not even—it’s still a fetus. Not a baby.”

Geno grunted, which Sidney knew meant he really didn’t give a shit. “Sweet baby,” Geno whispered, “Sweet Sid.” He kissed Sidney’s neck one last time before he pulled away and patted Sidney on the ass. “Go dress.”

“I was trying,” Sidney said. But he was feeling warm all over at the ghost of Geno’s touch on his skin, the smell of his happiness in the air. 

Sidney finished putting on the rest of his suit, swatting away Geno’s attempts to tie his shoes for him. Geno was an alpha’s alpha who wanted nothing more than to dote over his pregnant little omega. A Russian thing, Gonch had explained, that he was trying to help Geno unlearn. They were making progress, apparently, because Geno only stuck his tongue out and laughed when Sidney pushed him away instead of storming off into a huff and ignoring him for a few days, like the last time.

Geno, already dressed, made his way to the sink to brush his teeth. Sidney stared shamelessly at the sweet curve of Geno’s ass in his pants and thought about how they were making progress on this too. Sidney was allowed to look at Geno, allowed to want him in this way. They weren’t going to…bond, or anything like that. Sidney’s was still Mario’s once the baby was born. But Geno was good in bed, and he’d been good to Sidney during his first ever heat, and—Sidney was basically horny all the time now. Geno was just helping him out. Sidney didn’t have to feel ashamed about liking it.

Geno noticed Sidney’s ogling when he turned around. He shot Sidney a wink, his whole face crinkling in on itself. Sidney could smell how his own scent soured in embarrassment, and Geno laughed again, sweet and low and soothing to Sidney’s ears.

“We’re gonna be late,” Sidney said. “Whits and Jordy are waiting downstairs.”

Geno rolled his eyes. “Dinner. Not want. Want to eat you,” he complained, so sincerely that Sidney had to laugh.

“Maybe after the game, if you’re not too tired,” Sidney said, hoping it would be true.

It was All-Star Weekend, and Sidney had to take part in the festivities even though he wasn’t playing. He did interview after interview about what felt like the same topics: missing the season, Geno and the New Prospects program, the Pens’ playoff chances. Geno spent most of his time with Jordy and Whits prepping for the Youngstars game, so Sidney was stuck singing happy birthday to Shanahan with Ovechkin, eating about two more slices of cake than he normally would with everyone watching him, smiling and laughing knowingly. Sidney basically wanted to die the entire time.

The Youngstars game was fine. Sidney watched from the press box, sipping on orange juice, willing Geno to do something cool like get a hat trick or something. Kessel did that instead, and Geno was the only Penguin who didn’t pick up a point. The All-Star game itself was equally pointless, and by the time Sidney made it back to the hotel and collapsed into bed, he felt like he’d just played through a seven-game series, each game going into overtime.

Geno was—out. With Jordy and Whits probably, grabbing drinks with his fellow alphas and having the time of his life, flirting with all the Southern girls in whatever bar they were holed up in. 

They weren’t bonded. They weren’t even exclusive. The baby wasn’t—it was for the program, and they weren’t going to raise it. They weren’t a family. So Geno making out with a random girl was perfectly fine. Sidney begged his stupid omega instincts, the thing that was making his stomach churn over in a bad way at the thought of Geno kissing someone else, to chill the fuck out so he could sleep. They had an early flight tomorrow, anyway.

Sidney dragged himself out of bed and got undressed. He had just pulled on a pair of boxers and slipped back into bed when the door unlocked with a click and Geno stepped in.

Geno had his suit jacket flung across his arm and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He didn’t smell like a dingy Dallas bar or a woman’s flowery perfume. Sidney felt the tension seep from his body, and he was too tired to be embarrassed about it. That would come later, probably, after he got Geno to eat him out like he’d promised.

“Hey,” Sidney greeted, as casually as he could muster. Geno didn’t answer, just shut the door and dropped his suit jacket onto the foot of the bed. “Uh, is there something wrong?”

Geno shook his head. “No, no. Not wrong.” He carefully unfolded his jacket and dug into the pockets on the inside. He made a triumphant noise when he found what he was looking for, and he pulled it out. Sidney twisted his head to get a look at what he was holding, but Geno quickly ducked his hand behind his back. 

“Geno, what the fuck?” Sidney groaned.

But Geno just grinned, teeth and all. “I get you—gift,” he said finally.

“What?” 

“Gift,” Geno repeated. He settled into bed next to Sidney, his hand still behind his back. His smile softened. “Gift for you and for baby.”

“Oh.” Sidney shifted beside Geno. “You really didn’t have to.

Geno rolled his eyes. “Give hand,” he instructed. Sidney shivered and complied. Geno cupped the back and front of Sidney’s hand with his own, the one he’d been hiding, and Sidney felt Geno drop something small and plastic into his palm. Then Geno closed Sidney’s hand into a fist and pulled it up to his lips. He pressed a kiss, warm and chapped, to Sidney’s knuckles.

Sidney let out a shuddering breath. 

Geno dropped his hands then, and Sidney opened his fist. He stared at the gift—a circular gold charm packed into a small plastic baggie. 

“This is—” Sidney began, but he really didn’t know what this was, so he went to work pulling the charm out of the bag. There was the cursive letter D engraved in the center of the charm, and Sidney gently brushed his thumb over it.

“For necklace,” Geno whispered, fiddling with the chain around Sidney’s neck. “For Даня.”

“For Daniel,” Sidney whispered. The tears welled up behind his eyes so quickly he felt a little dizzy. He blinked them away and sucked in a breath. “Oh, Geno,” Sidney said again, his voice small and shaky. “It’s—this is—” Sidney still didn’t know what to say, so he stopped trying.

They hadn’t actually agreed on a name. Geno had asked about a month in what he was thinking, and Sidney just spat out a bunch of random, boring name that popped into his head. The frown on Geno’s face that grew on his face as he became more and more disgusted with Sidney’s options had been pretty funny at the time, but he didn’t think Geno had been serious. That he’d considered the stupid list, and—picked out one he actually liked, one he could say in his own language. One they could share.

Sidney almost hated him for it. Once again, it was up to him to remember this wasn’t real.

“Daniel,” Geno repeated, small and accented. “Даня. You say?”

This wasn’t real.

Sidney melted anyway.

“Danya?” he tried. “Dan-yuh?”

Geno smiled, then laughed. “It’s good,” he said. “You say good.” Sidney snorted, but before he could continue, Geno straightened up and asked, “You like? Uh, you wear? Uh—” Geno, honest to God, pouted. “Please?”

Sidney’s body moved before his brain could stop him and he gave Geno a quick, dry kiss on his perpetually chapped lips. “Yeah, Geno. I’ll wear it.” 

That was all the permission Geno needed. He reached around Sidney’s neck and unclasped the chain around his neck, then he slid the charm onto the chain. Geno’s breath was hot against Sidney’s neck, his lips ghosting across the sensitive skin under his jaw. Geno clasped the necklace shut and let it drop onto Sidney’s chest before he slid his hands down Sidney’s back. It left a trail of goosebumps down Sidney’s spine. 

“I guess, uh. I guess we’re naming the baby Daniel,” Sidney said dumbly.

“Is best name you say.” Geno’s hand slid past the waistband of his boxers, cupping at Sidney’s ass.

Sidney shimmied, letting Geno get a better grip. “I thought Paul was pretty good. Or Mike.”

Geno’s free hand came to Sidney’s waist. “Worst,” Geno said, “now come.” He squeezed Sidney’s side, and Sidney was helpless to do nothing but wrap his arms around Geno’s neck and straddle his waist.

“You’ll ruin these pants,” Sidney said. His cunt was slicking up and his cock hardened in anticipation.

Geno shook his head. “I eat you,” he said simply. “Just use mouth. Pants okay.”

Alphas aren’t supposed to do that, according to Mario. It was a relief that Geno did—that Sidney would know what a talented tongue felt like licking his pussy, what a sweet mouth felt like sucking his cock—before he spent the rest of his career with Mario. Sidney rocked his hips on Geno’s thigh, and there was too much fabric, but his clit didn’t care. Sidney’s gut clenched and his eyes fluttered shut. “And if you shoot in your pants?” Sidney gasped. “Because I taste so good?”

“You buy new pants,” Geno snapped.

Sidney laughed as he rolled over onto his back. “Careful,” Geno said, but he was laughing too, and he laughed even as he hovered lightly over Sidney and leaned down for a kiss.

Sidney let Geno take him apart exactly the way he liked it.

 It wasn’t real, but it was good.

[screwpinecaprice]

She's not like other girls

[xray-vex]

"Like stuff. Don't be someone that doesn't like stuff, and if you don't like stuff, don't be a dick about it."

- David Jenkins

[euniexenoblade]

Not a real apology, because the following two paragraphs are continuing to mock me on a premise you're wrong about.

"in line with your usual behavior" the fuck are you talking about? I post smut and kink. My usual behavior isn't anything related to this. You see like five posts from across the year get handed around and you think "oh this is all she is" if you took one look at my blog until you came up in my activity it was multiple reblogs of a piss kink Xmas meme. Like, this is a drama you created, not me. You cherry picked a post about real events that have transpired because you were gonna own the dumb faggot tranny for thinking hon can be a bad word, and still instead of just saying you were wrong, you are trying to make your aggressiveness, your wrongness, my fault. It is your fault, because you came into this with a preconceived notion about me based on whatever lie you got told.

I don't call everyone terfs or Nazis. Most of my posts are domming, teasing, encouraging people to clean their rooms, and art of maids. My most popular post rn is a positivity post for trans people who have to go back home for the holidays and hide their transness. Like, you do not know anything about me and it shows. You only know what *others* portray me as for means to demonize me. If the people in your circle keep getting called terfs and Nazis, maybe you should look at your circle, and not the trans woman who is apparently getting demonized so heavily.

"if you constantly cry wolf" except I haven't. I proved I was right. It's not crying wolf when I prove it. YOU are the one who cried wolf here.

You can't even actually say "I'm sorry, this is my fault." You have to make it about what you hate about me. About some imagined slight, some inherent sin to my existence I cannot change or speak to.

Be a fucking adult and say you're fucking wrong for once and stop blaming others for your actions.

Oh my god, this has to be the absolute most ridiculous thing I've ever seen in my entire life. The trans guy you're all losing your shit about calling a nazi was probably just from southern America holy shit

[conscydraws]

My first 15 hours in Death Stranding

[peach-sea]

Cringetober Day 1. Screenshot Redraw

inspired by this early eah scene where raven "lets her bad side out" playing guitar and my cousin and I go "apple's probably losing it" and then they cut to her and she's making this face ↓

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I 1.03 "I didn't think you were like this. Like what? Like this..."

[math-memes]

[velvetvexations]

Re the anon talking about ppl claiming that you can do forcefem in a way that isn't kinky and therefore is sfw & shouldn't be tagged – THANK YOU. As an ace person who is both somewhat sex averse and mildly involved in kink (basically I like erotica (of the fantastical, impossible to do in reality variety) & write some of it but I have to be in the right mood and I'm uncomfortable with actually having sex or having sexual interactions that aren't clearly roleplay), I was a little upset with some friends a few years ago for making sexual comments about me (like joking about whether I'm a top/bottom or saying things like 'step on me', etc). I asked them if they could stop/tone it down a little and my actually close friends did but a few kept getting defensive about how it was clearly a joke and they were saying I was a bottom in a slang/meme way and didn't mean anything sexual by it. And like... the point isn't how you intend for something to come across, the point is how it's received and the words you're saying are clearly sexual and it's starting to get weird. Something doesn't stop being rude or straight up sexual harassment if you mean it as a joke/in a nonsexual way.

I'm not a Puritan by any means. All kink (involving consensual adults) is fine by me but being sex-positive also means respecting that some people aren't into your kinks or sex in general and to not get offended if someone unfollows you because of untagged kink/nsfw or leaves a conversation because they're squicked out. (Seriously, we need to bring back the concept of 'squicks' to communicate that there's nothing morally wrong with certain kinks but some can still gross you out and you can choose to avoid them.) Rebranding what's clearly a kink and is understood to be a kink anywhere that's not this website, especially one that can clearly be triggering to people, and calling anyone who doesn't want to see it transmisogynists is just... weird.

(Also while I have 0 problems with people who transition for kink reasons or people who have gender-related kinks, it sets a kind of dangerous precedent for seriously claiming something like forcefem is trans praxis when one of the most common transphobic & specifically transmisogynistic lines of attack is that being trans is sexually motivated & trans people are groomer pedophiles, etc etc. If you think of your transition/gender as forcefemming then cool! Good for you! Kink is an important part of queerness. But maybe try to not apply that to the entire community when there are people who don't feel the same and there are people who are put in real physical danger because of those assumptions that being trans is inherently sexual.)

This is especially true of forcefem because "nonsexual forcefem" is literally just transmascs being forced to detransition. People with non-con kinks kinna have a big responsibility to not go about it in a way that's triggering to other people.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 3 - Random Screenshot Edition

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