#caps anon !!

[lonewolflink]

i love that you're a kpop/hockey blog, like, two niche wildly different fan experiences both filled with rpf lol

i came for the hockey (go caps!!) but am enjoying your kpop commentary even if i don't understand anything about it! go itzy go!

HELLO ANONYMOUS CAPS FAN. welcome!!! welcome to my brain rot!!! i love you as i love all caps fans things that are holy and good

as it turns out kpop and hockey are actually shockingly similar. i maintain that kpop is just Music Sports in a very specific way, so my relatively new (about a year and a half) experience of being a rabid kpop fan has actually felt extremely familiar. :)

i have never really been interested in rpf for hockey (no judgment, just never got into it myself!) but something about the kpop girlies in itzy grabbed me by the throat idk...i've never felt compelled to write before. they got me! what can i say!

in sum:

i am but a simple bi girl. i love my goofy homoerotic hockey boys with extra fluffy lettuce as much as i love my exceedingly beautiful equally goofy dynamite dancer kpop girlies. i love the washington capitals, and i love international kpop girl group sensation ITZY. my first attempt at writing is a piece that combines these two loves, and i am deeply enjoying the experience. welcome to my blog :)

[friendball-irl]

[He appears in the Dreamyard, an Abra floating besides him. On his head is Blink, with Nightlight sitting in his bag, his head popping out.]

[He turns around, spotting Gray. He walks towards him carefully, not knowing what this is about.]

Uh.. Rowan said you wanted to talk? And said to bring Nightlight and Blink with me..?

-@corianderthecapsanon

[Gray lifts his head at his voice before quickly looking back down at his hands.]

...hey. Thanks for coming.

Rowan said it might help to see the spiders, and...

...

I... I wanted to apologize.

...for yesterday and stuff.

[arkarti]

May we have a little NSFW (RESPECTFUL) willry art, you said it could be fun 👉👈

OFC ITS OKAY IF U DONT WANNA, NO PRESSURE.

ok yeah, a little RESPECTFUL willry art 😳

they are just hugging and fully clothed - don't worry about it

[rick-roller]

STOP MAKING ME FALL FOR RICKROLLS

You, dear anon, must manually click on each link I post. They're rickrolls, not viruses. I can't make you fall for anything. Hopefully I can make you less susceptible to random links. Other blogs might trick you into visiting genuinely harmful sites. I, on the other hand, am never gonna let you down.

[horrorwomen]

deSPIRIA (Dreamcast, 2000)

[love-toxin]

miss Ellie?? Are you having lots of Logan thots too?? Hhhhnggg i wanna make him my puppy- collar n everything

OK BUT HAVE U SEEN THE INTERVIEW W/ MS. HAMMOND??? im gone. him just, like, kneeling next to her sent me spiraling.

also puppy!Logan is SUCH a mood hwaoh 🥵🥵 big ol' mean ol' grump on a collar & leash.....ok im going off this needs to be censored im going OFF--

the collar isn't as much of a bother after a while but the leash is what really seems to irk him--having to be at your literal beck and call with every tug and yank for his attention. it's such an adrenaline rush because he's big, for one, he's got claws that could slice your guts to ribbons, and he's literally got an indestructible body. but he won't hurt you and in fact he refuses to, he won't even resist all that much when it's playtime even though he'd barely have to lift a finger to do so. since he doesn't really have to worry about you hurting him and he certainly doesn't have to worry about dying, there's not much anxiety on his end, you can do basically whatever you want and he can take it. painwise, at least. pleasure is a different story.

but it isn't the potential for pain that thrills him, it's more the humiliation of it all. 'Logan' and 'vulnerable' are two words that basically never coexist; he's either the ruthless Wolverine or he's the grumpy old guy with a sourpuss lounging around Xavier's mansion. to get him to open up is like cracking a coconut with your bare hands. sometimes, you just need to use a rock.

it just so happens that the rock, in this case, is a leash-and-collar combo and the promise of total discretion. whatever happens during playtime stays in playtime, and while it takes quite a while for Logan to accept the fact that you really will keep all his secrets, when he does accept it you get to see a whole new side of him. a needy, clingy, submissive side that needs your attention 24/7, and only pretends to be begrudging when you demand it yourself. in reality the yank of his leash has his cock twitching instantly, the grit of his teeth and his grimace a mask for the flush that's gonna overwhelm it when you make him beg for it like a good dog. your puppy needs training and he likes being obedient, but he also likes breaking your rules even more and jumping up on your lap when you order him to get down.

but he's so cute it's okay. besides, he gets all leaky and sticky when you make him wait it out, he'll beg all whiny for you to help him clean up and end up humping your mouth while you yank frantically on his leash. fuzzy, muscled thighs trapping your face to the ground like you're something cute he just found and needed to stick it in in a rut. even when he leaves your throat hoarse and slick and your chin soaked down to your chest you still forgive him, you always forgive his bad behaviour, because it leads straight back to you--it's your job to correct your poor puppy's bad habits, he can't help himself, it's just in his nature. same as his instinct to grab your head and pull a thick arm around your neck in a chokehold just to pummel you from behind in a myriad of heavy, wet slaps of flesh on bare flesh. no rubber cause good dogs don't need to wear condoms, and he's always just good enough of a doggy to avoid wearing one--and creamy, sticky slick smearing down your backside and wetting your thighs cause Logan can't control himself in puppy mode. if he cums he just cums and keeps going, if you cum he barely even notices because he's wrapped up in the softness and the warmth and the spasms of your walls clamping down on every thrust, he's only got breed breed breed breed in his mind and nothing else.

and he knows he's gonna get in so much trouble after he's done, once he's nutted in you two or three or ten times in a row and soiled your sheets or your rug or your sofa. once he's calmed down enough to fall asleep still buried inside you, knowing he'll wake up to a scolding but snoring peacefully anyways. that's part of the allure for him, you holding him accountable--you don't let him get away with everything and there's always a challenge looming for him to trial. he can test the boundaries and push push, push until you either break and give him what he wants or resist until he gets a punishment. in real life he feels the pressure to be top dog when things get tough, but in the bedroom, with you, he's at the bottom of the totem pole and that means you'll always take care of him, which he likes immensely more than he thought he would. even when he's a bad puppy and gets reprimanded at the same time that you're cleaning him off and stroking his hair and giving him kisses. he knows you'll get your licks in too as revenge--and that part is what he just can't wait for, to see what kind of diabolical gauntlet you'll put him through just to get a sweet, sweet taste of his owner again.

[sluttywonwoo]

omg i have had such bad mingi brain rot and i figured ‘who else to go to other than mother kaili?’

that g.i mingi pic is SENDING me into thoughts of him fucking you with his hands behind his back with that shirt between his pretty teeth to showcase you those abs he knows you love so much, his pants pulled down only to his glorious thighs as his hips sink into you with ease. i think he’d release a few chuckles when you fuck yourself back onto him, but they would quickly turn into a muffled, deep whimper when ur cunt tightens around him at the sounds.

- ur old pal, all cap minghao anon

the shirt between the teeth… the hands behind his back… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

your dress is pushed up around your hips, a pool of fabric on the mattress underneath you. it was the middle of the day, the sun was still out, but mingi just couldn’t wait.

at least that’s what he’d told you as he’d pulled your panties to the side and ate you out on his knees at the foot of your bed— unrelenting until you came all over his tongue (and nose).

he hasn’t bothered to undress himself either. he’s just fucking you with his pants pulled down under his ass. he had been kind enough, however, to lift his shirt up so that you could see his tummy. he’s got the hem of it between his teeth, holding it in place so you could watch his muscles contract with every thrust. he’s thoughtful like that.

you’re clenching around him like crazy, making him swear incoherently into the material of his shirt. it’s so hard not to cum when you’re doing that but he knows you can’t help it. you’re still all sensitive from making a mess on his face a few minutes ago, and the way he’s fucking you now is only pushing you closer and closer to that edge again.

mingi slows down for his own sake but you take it upon yourself to resume his pace on your own, desperately chasing that feeling as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“mmph- fuck, baby, wait…” mingi grunts, hands coming from behind his back to grab your knees.

“i can’t,” you whimper.

he tries holding you still but somehow you overpower him, probably because he’s splitting his focus between manhandling you and not cumming.

“you’re… you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop,” he protests.

“i know, it’s okay,” you pant, “i’m, fuck, i’m going to cum too.”

he sort of half chuckles and nods. “i can tell. but i didn’t want to cum yet. wanted it to last l-longer.”

mingi manages to get you to stop moving by wrapping one of his massive hands around your throat and squeezing just a little. works every time.

“could’ve fooled me with the way you didn’t even let me take my clothes off,” you quip, strained.

“that’s because i was in a rush to fuck you, not to cum. did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“maybe.”

your boyfriend scoffs, shaking his head. “you know, i was going to let you cum… but since you want to be a brat, i think you need to earn it.”

your smile falls. “wha- please no, i’m so close!”

“i know. but you should’ve thought about that before. now you just have to pray you can hold on until i think you deserve my permission.”

[dreamings-free]

so much love for Louis and his post to Liam ❤️‍🩹

[frownyalfred]

Ugghhh cant people let two men be friends?? Superbat Makes no sense! Its not like the official dc tik tok account posted a compilation of their moments with a "which could mean nothing" caption!!!

DC normalizing that toxic and inappropriate relationship is disgusting. Think of all the fans they're showing that content to -- I mean, Superman and Batman are FRIENDS. This woke bullshit needs to end (/s)

[ladymahou]

saw you did Iono! can you do Sango from the Pokemon Horizons anime?

( = ⩊ = )

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Ink why would you hurt the bad sans like that?? What happened to your kind, caring soul? Oh wait that's right.... you don't have one, and you never will.

Blue: — Ink: pfft, damn, ok… Blue: NO! THAT IS NOT AN OKAY THING TO SAY TO ANYBODY! I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE UPSET, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT INK FREQUENTLY USES HIGH AMOUNTS OF FORCE TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS INABILITY TO DEAL DAMAGE! THIS IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, AND AS FIGHTING NIGHTMARE'S GANG IS A COMMON OCCURANCE, THEM SUSTAINING BAD INJURIES IS BOUND TO HAPPEN! Blue: (I WILL NOT SIT BY, IDLE, AS YOU INSULT MY FRIENDS) Blue: . . . Ink: . . . (awkward silence)

[friendball-irl]

[Coriander walks up to Gray, silent. He looks him up and down before sitting in front of him criss-cross style. "..Well you look different." He says. You recognize his voice immediately.]

(@corianderthecapsanon) //I couldn't decide if I wanted to sign off with his original account or this one so I just picked one gsdf

[Gray's eyes snap to him instantly, but his expression remains the same.]

...You're one to talk, Volt.

...

...Hear about Bee? Last I was told, she's in the hospital or something. Shame.

[puckpocketed]

So do you actually believe PLD is a good player or is that part of the bit?

The PLD Post

i spent a good 2 days giggling about this to friends. i cant tell if ur a curious caps fan, a person who knows me from my other teams, a disgruntled kings fan (i’ve mostly ruled this out because im pretty sure i know all of the active ones on here) or WHAT. but i’m laughing. the tone of this ask is hilarious and vaguely accusatory but i will take it in good faith and answer <3 tl;dr yes and no. he’s better than people think he is rn, but he’s likely never going to live up to the potential of his tools unless something . idk. recalibrates his entire being. who knows!

i was working on something longer and more complex but i thought about it for more than 5 seconds and i REFUSE to go hockey-bro mode and pull out the microstats and i don’t wanna make this into a full on PLD manifesto. so. caps girlies (gn) HERE are your adoption papers under the cut!

if you are looking at pierre luc dubois who is 6’4 + 220lb and thinking “Oh he’s a power forward” i have to inform you he is in fact THEEE smallest mouse to ever play hockey in the whole world and in all of history. he sips nectar out of a thimble and sleeps curled up in a match box and goes fishing in a boat made from nutshells and twigs . he’s big, but he sort of plays small.

this is not necessarily a bad thing — he relies on foot speed and skill over hitting.

he can throw hits but prefers to stick check. he leverages his big frame to guard the puck and to defend, and it makes him simultaneously VERY effective and very much what i like to call a Nexus Of Crime. he is either drawing ten thousand penalties because people have to do something to stop him from driving the net with speed OR he is taking ten thousand penalties because he gets eager in the corners.

PLUS he’s huge and refs do just assume he’s committing a crime when they can’t see what’s going on <3 hence, Nexus Of Crime! if there’s a penalty he’s probably involved LMAO

not a “dirty” player by any means. not physical unless he decides he wants to. and there is no violence inside of him unless he’s deeply horsebonded to his team <- IMPORTANT re; playoffs aspirations. you won’t see him put himself on the line simply for the love of the game, he HAS to be committed to the team.

to be committed to his team… i’m honestly not sure what that takes. i’d guess a combination of knowing his role on the ice and in the locker room (this was very unclear on lak) consistency of messaging from coaches (also seemed to be an issue on lak)

i know nothing about caps coaching or management or the team vibes but i’m sure you can fix him <3 i’m ready to fall in love and ride this team to the sunset

this failhorse will NOT shoot the puck and if he does it will be the saddest soggiest most pathetic shot you’ve ever seen. you will tear your hair out in chunks if you watch him expecting an elite goalscorer.

he’s a pass-first guy. likes to drop pass! likes to drive play from the middle but is also capable of getting pucks off the boards. he needs a finisher on his wing. i could pull up stats here, there are stats to be pulled up, but i know this in my HEART from watching dozens of kings games: he would have had 10-15 more points easily if he wasn’t stapled to the 3rd line and had better finishers. many times i watched him tee up a very good opportunity only for his guy to miss the net or fan or just get knocked off the puck

individually, he thrives in front of the net. his ass is fat and he’s about to use it to screen the goalie. hes good at catching loose pucks in the crease to send them home <3 see his performance at worlds. he scored basically all of his goals right up there!!

most media coverage/narratives will tell you his point production dropped off bc of effort (which is true) but even the MOST resentful kings watchers will say pld wasn’t given his best shot playing with inexperienced+fringe nhlers, being line shuffled the moment he got a bit comfortable, and also not getting ANY net front time on the lak pp. i factor this into all my judgements of his performance.

He’s def earned his diva rep LMAO!! this is personal opinion here but he seems like a sensitive and easily rattled little clam… like he will have a couple of bad shifts and if there’s nobody there to shake him out of it he’ll lose his grasp on the game and play like shit <3 a rolling joke on kingstwt was figuring out which PLD we were getting that game, and you could tell by his 5th if he was switched on or off!!

they hate him for this but EYE think this is nothing new for athletes and if he can consistently stay in the zone he’ll probably be pretty good. mental fortitude of a wet tissue my beloved….

moving onto the Vibes section!! he was always good humoured in media availability and didn’t shy away from scrums even when public opinion soured against him and critiques of both his hockey and his character had reached a fever pitch. i like this about him. he always gave authentic answers and tried his best to accomodate them, and never hid behind his captains.

he gets along quite well with teammates despite the narratives. no seriously!! some of the the kings had a hang out during off-season right before they went to worlds!! there’s bisexual lighting!!!!

there’s interviews from old jets teammates that are just like. “he used to turn up at my house with his dog and text IM HERE with no warning and that’s how we became friends” or “his obsession with euro soccer teams bewitched me”. he had control of the aux cord. he was a den mother and planned group gatherings. a genuine sweetheart to every teammate he’s ever had!!

I don’t think he’s some. idk. secret 100 point producing star 1C. but i truly believe with the right environment he’ll probably hit 60 points again.

thank you for your time if you made it this far and i hope to see you all in the trenches (caps lb) next season 👍

[anti-terf-posts]

I love medical transition but not in a weird truscum way

ME TOO !!!!!! I think it’s awesome that people have the option to literally customize their body to how they want, and also have the option to not to !!!! i’m so happy that people can do whatever they want with their body :)

[lacyscabinet]

I'm just thinking about Natalie's dimples. Gotta be in like the top ten dimples of all of time 😩

Scientists say that if you stick your fingers in these dimples your life improves by approximately 99.99%

[love-toxin]

i dunno if you care about my gushing about leon being infected but.

god the remake made it so much hotter and i don’t see anyone talk about it and i don’t know how they don’t! i personally can’t stop thinking about it and i need infected/normal leon carnally.

:) my time to revive plagas leon has come.

(cws: gn! reader, plagas!leon + a lil yandere, post-canon divergence, needles, drugging, nc groping/kissing under the influence, leon has dirty thoughts, biting, blood, reader gets tied up)

Normal Leon is flirty, playful, maybe a little bit saucy at times if the mood is right. Plagas!Leon is a complete and utter menace, and possibly the most perverse thing you've ever encountered.

At the very least, he's not a complete puppet for Saddler's machinations. He has moments of clarity here and there, but they make way for a deep, unconscionable shift in personality when his mind finally accepts that his body is no longer the same. It's difficult to deal with, you can imagine--or you could, if Leon wasn't relentlessly tracking you down and hellbent on not letting you leave the village.

Could he try to talk to you? He could, if you would listen. But every time he faces you with those piercing carmine eyes, you start backing away, and that pretty face twists in fear and disgust at what he's become. Every time you shoot at him, you try to reconcile it as putting down the monster in him and not putting down Leon. But your sweet, gentle conscience can't accept that there's no difference anymore. This is all him, good, bad, and ugly.

Oh, but you're still so cute. You're so mad at him for the way he is, you throw things at him and grab Ashley's wrist to hurry her away when he comes walking up. He was angry when you managed to slip out of his grasp despite feeling that urge to kill you rising, but when Saddler was finally taken out, Leon felt his free will return and realized he had the chance to make his own fate.

And that's why he's waited. He waited day, after day, after day for you, having had to watch you leave with Ashley and Luis in tow and replaying that scene in his mind a thousand times over. The island is gone now, but the rest of the area needs tending to. He spends his lonely days ridding the castle of pests, disposing of bodies, clearing the village away and getting rid of any remnants of Los Iluminados. They don't belong here anymore because they couldn't leave anyways, and since he can't either, he has to cull the ones who might get in the way of your arrival.

Because he knows you. He knows you're certain of his abilities, but even if there was a shadow of doubt about his survival, you won't be sleeping well wondering whether Leon is still alive. If he can be saved, or if he just needs to be put down properly. He doesn't much care where your reasoning lies, so long as you do what he's sure you will and return to the village to find closure.

It barely takes any time at all--in less than a month, you're standing at the edge of the village by a newly-repaired bridge, a local police car parked anxiously by the entrance for fear of what lies ahead. You've got your gun, a map scribbled out from memory, and his jacket over your shoulders. Adorable. You missed him.

There's really nothing to fear, but he won't let you get much further than that village. There are a few Ganados stationed there as plants to relay information to him, but aside from feeding your fury as you take them out they really don't serve much purpose. Leon can feel you here, your feet hitting the ground as you run and the breath burning your lungs as you hurry away from the mob, booking it straight for the castle gate.

How sweet of you to visit him at home. He can't help but stalk you for a bit, watching you wander about the immense palace and search for clues, flip through his notes and break down into tears when you realize he's still alive. You have so much hope, and it's all stored in that little bottle of pills and a needle filled with sedative.

It all falls away when you neglect to notice the latter missing from your belt, only to thrash and scratch wildly at his arm when he comes up from behind to restrain you. A little pinch in the neck, a choked up sigh, and you collapse so limply in his arms like a doll.

Oh, he missed you. It's so much easier to kiss you when you're unconscious, you don't run away or shove him or shout at him that he's a monster. He wants to kiss you in other places, but...not now. He can be gentle and intimate with you like that later. You barely even flinch, you don't even kick at him when he gropes your thigh and brings his mouth to it to bite down. You taste so sweet, he just wanted a bit of your blood to satisfy the craving--he won't make it a habit, that is unless it ends up turning you on when he does it in bed like he's planning to.

And he is planning. You have a future together but it doesn't include anyone else--he's been given an escape from that depressing life he never wanted, but he's not finding a new one without you, the only good thing he's got in this world. Even if he's got to tie you up so you don't attack him the moment you wake from your stupor.

"Let me go! I'll kill you!"

You don't mean that, sweet thing. You're just tired, and scared, and you missed him. That's why you came back--not a force on earth could've made him revisit the site of Raccoon City after what happened there, but you came all the way back and threw yourself into danger for him, even knowing all that you know. The rest of this ugly world isn't worthy of you.

"I'll fucking shoot your brains out for taking him away from me!"

So feisty and cute. Is he really the one that's obsessed? Because watching you cry in desperation and struggle against your bindings is pretty telling, especially since you stop the moment his cool hand touches your chin. You know what he is, and yet you still look up at him like he's the same he always was.

"L-Leon, if you're still in there, I can get you out. There's a facility in Arklay that agreed to help--you can come home!"

It's a shame you're so hopeful. You even grace him with a relieved smile when he backs off, his brow softened at the sight of you practically begging for him. But it's in that darling, naïve way that shows you have no idea you're already being dragged down with him. And you'll only see that once his hand hovers over your lap, and he gently peels back the jagged fabric you thought might've ripped on your way over a fence, or maybe in one of the many struggles against the villagers for your life.

But you understand, he thinks you do, when you finally follow his eyes and peer down at the exposed skin. The bite mark still glistens with blood and saliva from where he sucked hungrily at the wound, but webbing out beneath your skin around the site are thin, black trails that move along your flesh like veins. And they grow as the seconds pass, spreading out deeper within your body as the infection begins its process.

You look up at him so frightened, and yet so angry, that he can't help but kiss you then. You don't have unbound arms to beat at his chest, or breath in your lungs to scream or cry at him for what he's done to you. His tongue swallows all those muffled curses up, sliding wetly between your lips to taste that effervescent warmth he knows you won't lose in your transformation. You're simply too radiant to become as cold as he is, although he's sure it'll add an exciting thrill to the sensations you'll share when you let those locked desires of yours flood out of you. Who knows, you might get so enthusiastic about your newfound power that you don't let him leave the bedroom for days--Leon would certainly welcome that after all this wretched time apart.

"Just get some rest, sweetheart." He whispers barely a hair's length from your mouth, tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip and indulge in a delightful shiver up your body. "Let Las Plagas give you strength, and I'll show you how to handle the power. And...welcome home, darling."