#but that seems like a hassle rn

[aiizaph]

Man, I wish I could have the patience to get my copy of Rayman 3 working…

[tinseltina]

im back to giving more outfits for my oc yuuna. the latest is how i imagined she'd get dressed up for the new nightmare before christmas event in twst.

i like to imagine with each book she gets a new dorm uniform added to her wardrobe after befriending the housewardens or just as like an achievement for beating overblots. like how you get a new keyblade when you beat a boss in kingdom hearts.

[catfindr]

I'm not asking you to do it because I know it'd be a lot of work and perhaps not worth it. But do you not tag cities because it's never occured to you to do it and/or because it'd be too much work? I think it'd be cool if you did but you're already doing such a great service by running this blog

ngl i just didnt really expect my blog to get that popular lol

i thought states would be enough at the time

[arolesbianism]

Man oni can't do this to me I'm supposed to be preparing for artfight but all I can think abt is Them™ from the second I wake up to the moment I go to bed how am I supposed to prepare in these circumstances 😔

[zvaigzdelasas]

have a node script that generates the LaTeX file im using for my CV & just got the pipeline working so that whenever i make a change to the source typescript, it automatically builds the LaTeX & then compiles it - then the new PDF auto loads in a second window :^)

[piplupod]

spider bite + counselor seeming to forget abt me entirely (cancelled my appt last monday, has not phoned to rebook still, even though secretary said the counselor would phone the next day)

blinks. hm! interesting!

[dramatic-dolphin]

Hey! I have found white hair since I was 1u and I have still a head full of black hair, no crazy colours for me still.

It could be stress!

this isn't the first time i have randomly found one single white hair (okay it's the second) so it's probably stress tbh. :') which is. nice. i love being so stressed 😭

but also, i have my dad's hair (wavy and very dark), so it wouldn't be surprising if i also had my dad's hair (fully white at 50)

[todayisafridaynight]

how long did it take you to like Daigo and Mine? I had a delayed response to the former. I’d played through all the games, nothing. Then one day I was just thinking of how he was yet another example of goth disaster who grows into Fine Young Man (my first was Gaara) and all of a sudden I got struck with the blorbo truck.

bestie. i have no idea LMAOOOO I REALLY COULDN'T TELL YOU

i know with mine at least it took me beating Y3 first and then thinking about his character more and then doing a replay of Y3 and rewatching his scenes. plus then i found all the currently available RGGO stories for him and that p much solidified my adoration for him

with daigo, i think it was just kind of like a gradual thing? my memory of my initial feelings when playin these games are mostly faded (pardon like. Y7 stuff that game and my feelings for it have been branded into my brain 5ever) but i remember as the games went on, i just got happier the more i saw daigo on screen (kind of like how i get when i see date in that 'omg it's my old friend daigo that's my boy :)') to the point where i instantly knew the 'masked figure' in y5 was him just from his sideburns (tho tbf i think we all saw the twist coming from a mile away, but it's the way i saw his sideburns and instantly went 'oh bitch i know those anywhere')

i did think he was dripped the fuck out in Y2 tho

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

you're deleting???? TT n TT

((No, not at all. Okay, the thought has been a struggle here lately I can't lie about that but as of right now? No. I'm still fighting the...probably ill advised fight. All I'm doing is considering moving a handful of muses to their own blog is all. I merely snagged the URL I wanted for it (and got it!) and kind of started setting it up, just a little. Testing the waters, seeing how it makes me feel, and so on.

Also hey?? I appreciate you caring so much? Thank you for that.))

[catfishofoldin99colours]

series of events have Happened and i am sad now

[olivepicks]

Hey baby, can you do Dally x fem!reader who’s insecure about her weight? Only if you want too ofc sweetheart!

It would comfort me and is exactly what I’m think of rn!

Have an amazing day baby!

DALLAS WINSTON W/ INSECURE! FEM READER

note. thanks so much for this request! i decided for a first post, i’d just write a lil somethin’! just to try and figure my style with writing him! i hope the movie version of dallas winston is okay - i reread the book yesterday, but the movie appearance of dally lives in my heart! kind of an open ending too, i hope it’s okay! i didn’t know how to end it. <3

warnings. established relationship, body insecurity, movie! dallas winston, use of doll and dollface, use of broad, mention of thick thighs, mobile formatting

“ the hell are you doin’? ”

Dallas straddled the frame of your bedroom window, clearly not at all bothered by the look of shock that crossed your face - a look that was quickly followed by annoyance.

“yeah, yeah, don’t go all nuts on me, i know.” he added on, a clear roll to his eyes as he pulled himself the rest of the way through the window, careful not to hit his head on anything. he knew you hated whenever he snuck up on you through the window, but it’s not like he would ever use the front door. too much of a hassle, what with your parents and all.

“now what the hell were you doin’? i mean, y’know,” Dallas gestured vaguely to where you stood in front of your floor-length mirror, before making himself right at home. he flopped onto your bed, old dirty boots and all.

you stood there for a second or two, perhaps even longer, your eyes darting between your reflection and the shifty-eyed greaser that lounged carelessly on your neatly made bed. and it was your reflection that won.

big — it was the only word you could think of. too big, it seemed. your hips were too wide, and your stomach poked out too forward, and your shoulders were like one of them linebackers, and-

“doll?” Dallas tried for a moment, knowing how it bothered you, but now he was trying for some sort of reaction. his thick eyebrows furrowed, confused. and he didn’t particularly like the look you were givin’ your reflection, as if it had walked right out of that mirror and stepped on your foot.

“hey,” and he pushed himself up, now sitting on the edge of your bed rather than sprawled all over the nice clean sheets and duvet. “dollface, c’mere.” Dallas motioned, and the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes wasn’t a tender beg of sweetness - it was a command. because dally always got what he wanted, and what he wanted right now, was for you to walk your pretty lil’ face on over.

almost reluctantly, you did as he asked - i mean, who could deny Dally? - and you stepped over, finally turning your back to the mirror that you had spent the last half hour gazing into. Dallas stared up at you for a moment, and it was hard not to notice the shift of his eyes, the burning pits of dark blue following every turn and curve of your body.

“Dallas!” you yelped, surprised as he suddenly reached out for you. slim fingers dug into your side, almost like claws without the use of nails, but an equally as firm hold. he could never be super gentle, after all. he pulled you down before you could even begin to protest, right down into his lap, forcing you to straddle him against your own bed - his hands hungrily kneading at the thick, plumpness of your thighs.

“oh shut up, you know you’re the broad of all broads, so don’t you go forgettin’ it - ‘cause i don’t have any nice way of showin’ it.” Dallas cut you off, eager to get in his own two cents if he could. he had no problem of showing you that you were the most perfect gal a guy like him could ask for - it was just the talkin’ part that got him, at least, talkin’ without causing a few flushed faces and slaps to the back of the head.

but then again, Dallas would only ever let you slap him over the head and get away with it.

his fingers firmly prodded at your legs, looking up at you with equally as fiery eyes - a look that dared you to defy him. Dallas was not an emotional guy, not if he could help it. he was no perfect match, and often times he came across as horrifically selfish and arrogant. it came with the territory. but there was a certain difference in his expression, you weren’t quite sure what it was.

but you knew he loved you, even if Dallas Winston would never admit it. he just wasn’t the kind of guy who found it easy to tell you how pretty he thought you were, or how often he found himself staring at you (even if it was when your back was turned). you knew he loved you, and knew that he liked you just the way you were. you weren’t too big, or too wide, and you didn’t take up too much space - you were you, and that was more than enough for ol’ Dal.

you were his broad after all.

written by olivepicks.

[drdemonprince]

Your post about "transitioning to escape gender but then there's more gender" has been rotating furiously in my mind since I saw it. When I first realized I was trans at age 15, I identified as agender, but I knew I wanted to go on T and get top surgery so I decided it would be simpler to tell everyone I was a trans man and that just kind of became the truth. Now 10 years later I'm sorta starting to feel like I wanna actually be agender again, but the idea of an identity shift like that at my current age is terrifying and idek who I'd tell, or how I'd do it, and I don't think I wanna stop using he/him exclusively, and I have no idea why I'm telling *you* this other than that I'm scared to talk to anyone I know about it because it feels like somehow admitting that I was wrong about the gender I fought like hell to become, even though i don't really think that's the case I think my sense of self might just be continuously evolving... but I just wanna say you talking about having a gender shift like once every several years is helping me process this rn and feel like I'm not faking anything now AND wasn't faking anything before.

Dog i am right there with you. As a kid I always thought gender was bullshit, the coercive nature of it disgusted and scared me and I rebelled against it the best that I could. I loathed being assigned to any gender category, I never identified as a "girl", but I didn't really identify with any other category either. Puberty terrified me (and of course, it does most young people, but it felt like it would only more deeply entrench the category that I was assigned to in other people's minds, it made it more difficult to escape). I had trans friends as a teen but it did not occur to me to transition because there was really no end goal that I wanted to head toward, I just knew what I wanted to avoid and not experience. I coped mostly by degendering my body with a fairly androgynous style and way of presenting myself to the word and mannerisms, but also by starving myself which was not so great, and not sustainable. I considered transness for myself, even trying on a friend's binder and presenting masculinely at certain queer events, but it seemed to me at the time like just another way in which to obsess over gender, a foolish coercive socially constructed thing that i was trying to avoid.

In my 20s, I learned more about nonbinary people and figured that explained things pretty well. I was enamored with the transition journeys of some other trans people, largely trans women more than trans masculine ones (with some trans-effeminate faggot boy exceptions), but I still didn't want to take on all the expense and uncertainty and hassle of navigating the medical system for myself. I didn't think that the pursuit of being happy merited taking on so many risks or fiddling with myself so much. I saw it as an extravagance I didn't deserve, I guess, and I also couldn't locate a target outcome that seemed desirable enough for me. I was still dealing with an eating disorder and recovering from some trauma and didn't really think about my life in the long term. I guess I still don't, haha, whoops.

Eventually I came out as nonbinary, and nobody really gave a shit. There is a lot of useless, solidarity-breaking discourse that happens online about essentially who is "more" oppressed, binary trans people or nonbinary people, and a lot of that fight amounts to the two groups shouting about the ways in which they annoy one another without there being any cogent analysis of power and where oppression comes from (let alone how much those two categories overlap).

But I will say that being a they/them was far more difficult than being a trans guy socially and institutionally, because your identity is completely illegible to every system around you. "binary" trans people struggle under this too, but i have found there are some immense benefits to having a socially and institutionally legible target gender. nobody would fucking actually they/them me. not anyone. not even other trans people and queer people. there were no public gendered spaces for me. there were no spaces for me. there was no way to move through the medical system, professional life, and other public institutions as a nonbinary person. i was still just a cis woman in everyone's eyes. including the people who claimed to support me. and it was massively frustrating.

and so i think ultimately, i took my frustrations with not being at all able to escape coerced gendering as a nonbinary person and combined that with the affinity i do feel for queer men and the general sense of misery i was still experiencing in my life and decided what the hell, i'll round myself up to being a trans guy. i upped my T dose, i dressed more masculinely, i eventually got a super masculine hair cut that really squared off my jawline and got me gendered correctly, and i started more consciously inhabiting queer men's spaces.

and it was pretty dope. for a while. i felt the rush of having gotten away with something. when people effortlessly gendered as male i felt freed at last from the pressure to be a woman. i was no longer being coerced into being something that i was not. i had escaped the enforced category so much that people couldn't even see the history of that category being pushed onto me. there was relief.

but then. as always happens. people made little comments about my handshake being too weak for a man. the hypermasc dudes at the leather bar rolled their eyes at me and all the other effeminate dudes swanning around the bar. the people who picked me up off the apps or at the sauna would always let it slip, eventually, that they had a lot of experience with trans guys, or had most recently been dating all trans guys, and it would make me feel like a stock character to them, yet another category into which all kinds of assumptions had been projected. a type not a person. a few people said my haircut made me look like i was in the military or described me as actually masculine, which was equally jarring because it was so incorrect. people tried to affirm me by saying i was such a dude, i was such a man, i was such a fag, i was such a gay bro, pawing all over me leaving the mark of all their assumptions and oversimplifications behind. i had tried to run away from gender and there i was just BASTING all the time in everybody's goddamn assumptions about gender. trans people didn't talk about it any less than cis people did, they were just as fucking confining to be around.

it honestly feels really dirty. when people try to affirm your gender constantly and can't stop talking about it, when people look past you and see only your body, your history, or the role they have typecast you in, when people use your body as an outlet for their own gender or sexuality explorations, when they keep trying to measure every single facet of existence up into being masculine or being feminine or being toppy or bottomy or any other gendered type, it's claustrophobic.

as a trans man i tried playing this whole gender game and the second i started winning i began to feel even more disgusted with myself. it wasn't a victory or an escape, it was a capitulation. exploring with my identity and presentation has brought positive things into my life and my health has gotten better as a result, and i've made wonderful friends who, like me, are disaffected by this coercive gendering system. so i don't regret any of that. but trying to make myself legible under the existing gendered system was a fool's fucking errand. i wish i hadnt done it to myself and i wish i hadnt had it pushed onto me. to be clear, it was cissexist, binarist society that forced it onto me; even when other queer people coated me in their gendered assumptions that is obviously a byproduct of societal conditioning, and it's conditioning that ive reinforced in my own behavior and outlook toward others plenty of times too. we all do it, and we are all wronged by the existing coercive gender system.

i dont even care how i fucking identify anymore and i have no intention of changing pronouns again or anything, i'm so bored of it, i just actually want off this fucking thing. im not interested in trying to make others understand what i am anymore or in who i am even being simply categorizable, i dont want to obsess anymore over how i am perceived or to attempt engineer my appearance and mannerisms to broadcast an identity to anyone. i dont even want to fuck anybody right now at all because im so sick of how much that's a gender pantomime for people. i want off this fuckin ride man im so done.

it's kind of freeing, to hit this point of complete gender apathy, and i think it is a pretty common stage of identity development for a lot of queer people who have explored multiple identities and roles over time. there is no category that i actually am, or that anyone is, there are just the frameworks that society has given us to work with to understand ourselves, and the ways in which we flatten who we are to be able to make sense of the world using those frameworks. but who i actually am is so much more contextual and mutable than all that. i am a different person in the classroom than i am on the train platform than i am in the bedroom than i am cuddling on the couch than i am when i'm working out than i am when curled up on the floor crying than i am at a big furry convention. who i am continues to change as new people come in and out of my life and age and change and my body alters and as the weather turns. who fuckin knows man it's nothing and everything. i want to let it just be

[loveephia]

you sharing a bed with some of the HQ boys. (atsumu, kenma, and iwaizumi.)

background: the two of you checked into the hotel as friends/co-workers, but it seems that the hotel was fully packed, leaving you with only one room and one bed.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, sassy kenma, iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer, all of them are pretty long, timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

ATSUMU MIYA

the tight schedule of the MSBY team was already an inconvenience enough, now this?

honestly, atsumu's probably enjoying every bit of what's happening rn

that handsome son of a gun

"i can sleep on the floor if it makes ya uncomfy." he offers

"no.. you'll get back pain. i can't risk that when you have practice tomorrow." you say

you're about to make yourself a make-shift bed on the floor before atsumu carried you bridal style

you yelped at the sudden action, "a- atsumu—?!"

"nuh-uh, let's just both sleep on the bed. what kinda person would i be if i let you sleep on the floor?" he says as you puff your cheeks to show slight irritance

as you two get comfortable on the bed, you placed a pillow in-between you and atsumu

which is useless because it'll be discarded later on in your slumber

he woke up with you in his arms fast asleep

"ain't this kinda scandalous?" he thinks to himself, not wanting to wake you up

KENMA KOZUME

because of the hassle to get to the hotel, him being practically half-asleep, and the fact that he's absolutely famished, he really couldn't care less

he's just happy there's even a bed at this point.

he flops onto the bed and waits for you to come next to him

you, being the only one conscious right now, look at him with a raised brow

"you can't be serious right now." you deadpan

"it's either the floor or the bed, your choice." kenma mumbles against the pillow, already feeling himself drift off to dreamland

he later woke up

on not a pillow

but on your chest

bro was redder than lightning mcqueen

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

may i just sayheHHehaHEHAHAHHAEHEHEHH

he's all bashful about the hotel mishap because he has the biggest crush on you

and he's making sure that you're really okay with sharing a bed with him 😭😭

"are you sure? i can just book another roo—"

you cut him off with a quick, easy, and probably very loud "YES." because it's IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD❗️❗️

anyway, you climb into bed all excited to be close to your longtime crush, your cheeky little smile practically lighting up the room

now he's sitting next to you, nervous to even move

and every time you do touch, he flinches

he turns the lamp off and mutters a small, "goodnight."

oh, and a good night it was. YUP YUP❗️❗️

you slept like a baby, clinging onto iwaizumi's arm, trying to steal warmth off of that man. there's drool all over your pillow, and your lips were curved upwards at the satisfied position.

he woke up with your arms wrapped around him

my gosh, he's so red

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[spitdrunken]

do u think bill would maybe enjoy. umm. sex. if he was being hurt during it? specifically him fucking someone (me, preferably) while getting bitten like to the point of blood? or getting scratched really hard like tearing skin. sorry i try to limit myself to one ask/request per blog but your bill content is so yummy

notes: masochism, blood, unreality (!!!)

pleaaaase don't worry please spam me with asks HAHAHA your mind is incredible and i wanna ramble abt this guy rn so i am!! only happy to receive this!! <33 brainrot real

to answer your question, i haven't thought about this before BUT i think it

ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. That's enough out of you, nerd. What's better than an answer straight from the source, huh? Maybe stop desperately wishing for the manifestation of an idea if you don't want it to appear! You're all like a pack of werewolves foaming at the mouth, gathered around a slab of meat over here! I'm flattered, I really am! You've got good taste! (You can't see it, but I'm winking at you!)

Anyway, the point is... I can enjoy some good old meatslapping just fine, as long as the other person makes it worth the whole hassle! (And we have yet to see about that!!) Either way, the pain would be a plus, nothing like being covered in your own blood! But unless you're ready to take out a knife and start carving away, I'm not sure yet if it's worth my time. Hint hint.

Love and fear are neighbors in the brain, but so are pain and pleasure. The last guy I tortured seems to disagree, though!

[goblin-iz-whack]

Terri Pines

(Picrew by @potatolordofficial, hand drawn art by myself)

Yup, I made a Gravity Falls oc.

Teresa Ann "Terri" Pines (Née Ross) was born on February 14th, 1954 to Virginia and Howard Ross in Newark, New Jersey. She was the middle child and only girl of five children (Her brothers are Warren, Clarence, Leroy, and Seymour).

She was a pageant girl, her family lived pretty much solely off of the prize money she won.

She went to school for cosmetology in '72 (Her parents were not thrilled, they expected her to find a rich bachelor instead) and graduated in 1973 (Apparently, cosmetology school programs are pretty short!) . The money she earned doing what she loved wasn't good enough for her family and so she left home in 1974.

She drifted around, using her looks and charms to steal and con people, and met Stanley Pines in 1980. He was getting hassled by the police and she was like "Guess I'll use up my one good deed for the year" and helped out by pretending to be his wife ("Oh, honey, I've been looking for you everywhere! Sorry 'bout that, officer-"), and he evaded arrest.

Seeing her con artist ways and good looks, Stan was convinced that this was his dream woman- He tried to woo her for a bit, but she wasn't interested.

Because she's gay.

Even so, the convenience of having somebody that you can pretend is your partner worked for both of them, so they just went with it and slummed around the U.S., cartels and scams galore, what a wild ride.

Stuff went downhill, they were out of money and cons, when they were contacted by Stanford Pines.

You know the story from here.

Terri was kinda just waiting in the car when the portal incident happened, Stan came outside looking like he wanted to vomit and explained (through a very shaky voice) what happened.

They hid out in the house before running out of food, yada yada, Lazy Susan's eye is zapped, Stan takes Ford's name, fakes his death, you know what happens. Terri knows about the portal and all of Stan's secrets, she's his confidant and best friend.

In 1985, Stan and Terri got married. Partially because of the tax benefits, partially because they wanted the money and gifts that came with a wedding (Also, marital law says you can't be forced to testify against your spouse. Convenient!). Caryn Pines came to the wedding but Filbrick didn't (Fuck you, Filbrick). Terri's family also came but left pretty fast when they didn't get a hand out.

In 2013, Dipper and Mabel came to Gravity Falls. Terri is their Grauntie, she loves those kids. She also takes a motherly role towards Wendy, despite being pretty different in personality.

Terri is very similar to Stan, rough around the edges and always looking to make a buck, this is why he thought he was in love with her lol. She is a beauty queen, her pageant roots and love for cosmetology has always influenced her significantly. She is desperately trying to stall the effects of age (Hard to do that since she's 60 during the show), hence the spray tan and makeup and the hair dye. She also wears a corset (ooh la la!) and likes to join in on makeovers with Mabel and her friends.

She's also pretty badass- She has a lipstick taser and packs a mean punch. Being on the streets for so long has left her rugged and a bit grizzled and we love her for it.

A very motherly lady, she always wanted children of her own but the time was never right (Stan wouldn't mind being a donor, so long as he gets to skip out on any child support-). Wendy and the mystery twins fill that gap, she gets to mother them to her hearts content.

I will write up some unique episodes that center on her eventually, but it's 1 am rn and I need to get this done-

In Roadside Attraction, Terri flirts with Darlene alongside Stan. She's chill when Darlene only responds to Stan, she's a good wingwoman. It's also implied at some point that she went out with Lazy Susan before.

She was arrested alongside Stan in Not What He Seems, and escaped alongside him, also trying to stop Mabel from pressing the button.

Okay now here is where I deviate from canon pretty majorly-

So, I guess you'd say that Terri's whole existence in itself is an au. At first glance, the only difference would be her being there and extra interactions. That'd be wrong-

I know that the tweet about Ford being transfem was fake, but I still really love the headcanon. I headcanon Dipper as being transmasc and Ford being transfem would further the parallels between them without just making them a copy of each other.

So yeah, Ford is transfem here. She discovered it in the portal ("The author of the journals...my...sister??"). She chooses the name Nicole, after Nikola Tesla.

Back to Terri and how she changes the series!!

Mabel and Dipper are pretty shocked that she knew everything, they're definitely mad as well. This is also the reveal that Stan and Terri are only really married for legal reasons.

Here's that reveal, written out:

Stan: -and then me and Terri got married. But we're just friends with benefits.

Dipper and Mabel: *Disgust*

Terri: What? The tax benefits! Duh!

Nicole addresses her briefly but the rest of the episode pretty much goes on as normal except for the ending, Nicole and Stan would both mention her.

"Okay, Stanley, here's the deal. You and Terri can stay here for the summer to watch the kids. I'll stay down in the basement and try to contain any remaining damage. But when the summer's over, you give me my house back, you give me my name back, your wife and I divorce, and this Mystery Shack junk is over forever. You got it?"

"You really aren't gonna thank me, are you? Fine. On one condition: you stay away from the kids and Terri; I don't want them in danger. Cause as far as I'm concerned, they're the only family I have left."

Well, Nicole didn't listen because she and Terri get together (I call it "Terrole" hehe). I don't have their whole romance written out, but Nicole has no clue how to date and tries to woo her with stuff she learned in other dimensions. Hilarity and cuteness ensues. And hey, legally Terri is married to Nicole anyways, so it would work out in the end! Yeah, Stan isn't a fan of all this-

Weirdmageddon goes down, she hides in the Mystery Shack with Stan. She's pretty damn worried about Nicole. She's part of the zodiac, her symbol is lipstick. Blah blah blah, she gets turned into tapestry like the others and then everything goes on as usual. She joins Stan and Nicole in their adventures.

Boy that took ages to write. It was fun though! And I hope you guys like Terri as much as I do!

(My dear friends @ghosty-seapancake and @i-overanalyze-musicals helped loads with creating Terri! So much love to them! The timeline I referenced is by @fordtato so lots of love to them as well!!!)

[velvetsupremacy]

what kinks do you think the members are into 🤭

Hi, thanks for the question! I’m just gonna write my top three for each member, not in any particularly ranking order:

Irene

Praise – I think it’s pretty obvious why I think this lol but she just seems like a partner that craves intimacy and loves receiving compliments because beauty to her extends beyond looks. I think she would love giving too, she wants to make sure her partner is enjoying themselves too and lets them know that through her words.

Bondage – I meannnnn come on… don’t tell me this wouldn’t be fun both ways with her! Seeing her squirm and ache for everything you have to offer her (and hearing her whineeee). I think she would have so much fun and might even laugh seeing you struggle as well!

Edging – My opinion of Irene as a strict sub has changed recently (as you can tell), but she loves teasing. She would so be into letting someone else control her pleasure, taking her mind off being responsible all the time. On the other hand, she can be a little shit (I say this lovingly lol) and wants to see how long you can go without breaking and loves riding your face. Something about the Aries in her would make her compete for being the best partner you’ve ever had in bed.

Seulgi

Blindfold – I feel like Seulgi is lowkey a freak😭 She loves the anticipation and thrill of guessing what her partner might do to her. In general, she loves experimenting and expects the unexpected, gets tired of routine and constantly wants to spice things up. Wants to share unique experiences with you as well so expect to be blindfolded as well (not that I’m complaining lol).

Impact play – loves being physical and is into some degree of pain. Loves being spanked, hearing her little gasps and she kinda gets turned on trying to hide the marks on both your bodies. It makes her feel a rush of excitement like how she feels when she’s performing.

Edging – I just get heavy vibes that the woman has stamina! It’s different with her because I just know this can go hours on end. The sensation of being on stage and controlling her breath is so like how she forces herself to keep going for you and vice versa.

Wendy

Gag – As I said before, she loves using her mouth for anything! When your fingers aren’t enough sometimes, she’ll ask for a gag herself or whenever she won’t stop begging to cum, you’ll gladly stuff her mouth with something that’ll keep her quiet.

Bondage – Hates that she loves being tied down and can’t touch you! It’s a sweet torture but she loves watching you please yourself in front of her, it’s the best seat in the house. She just loves being your patient girl and goes crazy when you sit on her face! She just gives good girl vibes so much, always wanting to please her partner!

Clothed/public(?)- Okay this one is kinda hard to put into a specific kink rn, but I think she would be down to sneak into in an empty practice room or bathroom and have you bend her over the nearest surface to take her. She always has those abs out and shows off on purpose just to get a reaction from you! She still has some sense so she never goes completely unclothed but likes when you mess up her pretty outfits even though she pretends its a hassle to fix

Joy

Bimbofication – This might be random, but I think she’s the type to fuck to the point where it makes her or her partner dumb, like all she wants to think about is being pounded stupid. Loves hearing/saying phrases like, “you’re my dumb slut, aren’t you? All you can think about is my fingers fucking you so good huh?”

Roleplay – She’s probably the type to get off on costumes and making up scenarios to spice up the bedroom. Loves to dress up in lingerie, sexy nurse outfits, cop outfits, anything that seems silly but she adores the way you devour her when you get back home. Loves surprising you and being surprised herself.

Teasing in public – Her kink is somewhat different from Wendy’s since she would probably like to tease in public instead, rather than fuck. I don’t think she’d get off properly in public. Loves the built-up tension it creates. Loves using vibes and lingering touches. She’d crave a crazy makeout session, but stop midway and say to be patient just to frustrate you even more.

Yeri

Praise – Another subby baby who loves nothing more than to be praised for being the good girl she is! You don’t have the heart to give her harsh punishments, especially when she’s so good for you. You just wanna protect her and let her know that she’s doing so well!

Body worship – Both giving and receiving I think! Going down her body with kiss to all her “imperfections” and telling her you love every inch of her??? She’s putty in your hands at that point! Especially loves when you play with her tits, she’s just so sensitive everywhere!

Bondage – She’s such a pillow princess honestly. I would say you’re the one going down on her 90% of the time but how can you not when she moans, whines, and thrashes about so cutely?? She can get a bit handsy and wants to hold your head down, but you tie her up and while its frustrating, it's a reminder that you’re the one in charge and controlling her pleasure and she wouldn’t want it any other way!