#eev rambles

[fiddlepot]

miner dee en eye (kinda nsfw) go do your homework losers /neu same thing for ageless blogs. Cease.

Me when brain suddenly "kokudoma"

Like. It's honestly such a crackship but they're fuck buddies only bc kokushibo is an edgy ass bitch

But doma is like actually fond of him and won't leave him tf alone so koku goes "fuck it" and edges him with like small doses of attention only to fuck him senseless later, and y'all know they can both go for literally forever bc stamina is not an issue for demons at all

Anywhoooo 🤣

Drabble under the cut. Once again, nsfw = get the FUCK out if you're a minor plz thx ❤🌹🙏

Tags; nsfw (duh doy) kokudou, doma being a bottom bitch, degredation, little to no aftercare tbh koku don't got time for that, impact play, blood play, biting, belt bondage, humiliation, one sided affection, koku being sassy, demons being freaks lmao!

oh yeah, and before I forget to mention uh. my bad if there are like, issues in the writing. I don't rlly write smut like that so it may be like, finnicky or whatever.

His Affection

As the second-in-command, the moments bestowed upon Upper Moon 1 were of the utmost significance—a privilege beyond measure to partake in even the slightest morsel of his precious time, perhaps more so than the demon king himself.

And it seemed Muzan thought so too.

Doma's relationship with the highest Kizuki was, put simply, a distraction for them both. His lordship already didn't like him—and it was evident that the progenitor fancied the prospect of hearing his cries of pleasure bounce about the sprawling walls of the Infinity Castle even less. Or having the ability to see him unfurl anywhere, for that matter.

Yet he tolerated it all, much as he tolerated the myriad eccentricities that defined Doma's existence—solely because Kokushibo didn't bear any particular fondness of the man. If there was any semblance of favor beneath his veneer, it was a masterful deception, concealed with an artistry that left no room for doubt.

“How exceedingly unbecoming of you... Upper Moon Two,” Kokushibo taunted, his tone laced with derision as he continued to torment Doma. A single thrust of his knee into Doma's perineum reduced him to a huffing, mewling, wanton mess that could do nothing but writhe beneath the relentless assault. “Pathetic.”

“For you, I...” Doma began to croon in response, but his sentiment was summarily disregarded by his superior.

Indeed, the kanji branded into Doma's very being served as a constant reminder of the wrongness that tainted their actions. Yet he grappled with the notion of whether it truly constituted wrongdoing, when he was held captive by someone of superior strength. It could have been worse, but the act itself, while undeniably indulgent, left him yearning for more.

Three pairs of amber eyes encased in bloodshot sclerae bore down upon Doma's kaleidoscope orbs, middle eyelids lifting with a sadistic mirth as the latter struggled to gather his bearings. Yes, if nothing else, he was a rather fine instrument—a myriad outlet of wanton and eager reactions to every strum, stroke, and tug of Kokushibo's own.

Another forceful thrust, and Doma's fists, ensnared by the constricting uwa-obi, trembled with impatience. His hitherto unrewarding quest for gratification danced in macabre synchrony with Kokushibo's unyielding onslaught of ruthless stringency. Stringency he trusted Doma could handle, just as he had many times before.

Indeed, he bore an unparalleled capacity to endure the most precarious of circumstances. Stripped bare and vulnerable, entangled within Kokushibo's grip that paradoxically bore both pain and pleasure to his bruised wrists, all within the sanctum of his private chambers where the prying eyes of servants loomed over him as a threat to his image—his affection for the elder demon had endowed him with a remarkable adaptability. That which Kokushibo quite appreciated, even while he didn't do so typically.

“Please,” Doma keened, not entirely sure of what he was begging for. His legs flailed above Kokushibo's hips, the capriciousness of his knee now replaced with a rhythmic cadence. In response, Doma's own hips danced to accommodate, all under Kokushibo's unwavering gaze.

“Please?” The elder demon withdrew his knee just as he noticed Doma's thrusts growing more frantic, bringing about a plaintive whine of protest. One that he ignored. “Please what?”

Cruel, Doma surmised, his furrowed brows betraying a sensation akin to frustration—though it was more related to a profound sense of bereftness. The feeling soon gave way to astonishment though, as his superior's calloused, unfettered hand ventured toward his most intimate regions. In a tantalizing journey that brushed past a multitude of erogenous zones, Kokushibo commenced a painstakingly leisurely rhythm of strokes upon the taut, erect shaft. “Lord Kokushibo,” Doma moaned, the words escaping his lips in yet another impassioned plea. He couldn't bite back his grin at the pleasure as the ministrations increasingly focused on his tip.

“Hmm?” He pressed.

“I...”

“Out with it, now.” With a low, knowing hum, Kokushibo continued his torturous ministrations, the shadow of a wry smile playing upon his lips. He reveled in the unfolding tableau, and were it not for the undeniable evidence concealed beneath his hakama, Doma might have failed to discern Kokushibo's own mounting desire. His digit, now shifting its focus to Doma's taint and then his quivering slit, brought about a gasp and a shuddering buck of his hips from his suboordinate.

“Oh, you intoxicate me,” was what Doma wanted nothing more than to convey at that moment—but he was thinking with the brain in between his legs now, and just choking out the phrase “I want you to fuck me” was a hassle on its own. So in lieu of those words, his body needily leaned into Kokushibo's tantalizing caress, eliciting a flinch, a fervent yelp, and the shadow of a chuckle as he was duly rewarded with the electrifying sting of a strike to his thigh.

“Out with it,” repeated Upper Moon One, eyes lazily trailing downwards towards Doma's slit. The hand on his thigh never quite ceased its position there, but it did gingerly slide upwards, halting just shy of his hip. “I much prefer hearing you mewl and beg...” Kokushibo leaned back, moving to take the awaiting bottle of oil beside them in his hand with a mumur, “...than I do seeing you throw your hips about without any abandon or shame... like a cheap harlot.”

Or perhaps he preferred a combination of both.

His movements were deft and fluid, and soon enough, Doma found his thighs tensing in ecstasy as his superior slid a slicked finger inside with ease. With a single thrust, followed by the benevolent curl of Kokushibo's digit, he effortlessly conducted a symphony of squirming, whimpering, and shuddering glee from the younger demon.

“Oh, god, yes— more of that,” he finally cried out, his moans now reaching crescendos of reckless abandon, “Please, I need— I nee-he-oh...!”

Something between a laugh and a keen leaves his mouth mid plea, and Kokushibo lavishes a hot tongue on his nipple. Simultaneously, the hand that had lingered on his upper thigh ventured upward to cup his pectoral—soft and sumptuous enough to rival a woman's bosom, and apparently just as sensitive as one, too.

“Go on,” Kokushibo rasped, following his words with a bite that sent his suboordinate gasping for air that he hardly needed to begin with. Doma seemed so caught up in the feeling of wet hotness lapping his erected nipple that he hardly had any reaction to the second and soon, third finger of Kokushibo's adding to the mess of oily slick that was his entrance. A wicked spectacle it was, to witness the unraveling of Doma's customary demeanor. Kokushibo, savoring every moment of it, traced a peppery path of kisses along both pectorals, infusing his actions with a deceptively sweet tenderness before descending upon the other nipple. “What do you need?”

“I need... I need your cock— inside me,” His own cock jumped as the pinching sensation returned at a sharper intensity, one that drew forth his blood. Blood that erupted upon his superior's taste buds—blood that was lapped up hungrily until the wound inevitably fizzled away.

To this, Upper Moon One withdrew his fingers, either deeming Doma loose enough or in an effort to keep him on the edge of release.

“Just inside you?” probed the demon, withdrawing his mouth and cupping hand to do away with his garments.

“Mnhh” with a hitch of his breath, Doma lowered his eyelids, and then his gaze. Seemed the man had a sword in between his legs too, he joked to himself. “I wan—... I need you to fuck me, Lord Kokushibo.” The latter cupped the back of Doma's left knee in response. “Please,” he added. There was a period of silence between the two after that.

“Turn around,” Kokushibo finally commanded, to which Doma obliged. A small part of him contemplated praising the man silently, for although he relished the act of instructing him to get on his knees, this time, the younger demon had done so without being expressly told—a noteworthy first.

Doma's body quivered in anticipation as the sizable tip of Kokushibo's arousal prodded at his entrance. It greedily swallowed up the intrusion alongside the thick shaft that followed, and he could've sworn he saw stars once their hips converged with a wet slap. Another exploratory snap of his superior's hips, and he wails with delight—All things considered, it quite pleased Kokushibo to know this wanton little orfice remembered him so very well.

Kokushibo maintained an unwavering grasp on Doma's hips, savoring every subtle contour of the younger demon's form and the symphony of beguiling sounds that flowed from his parted lips. There was no respite, no pause in the relentless storm that were his ceaseless thrusts, each one propelling his length to greater depths within Doma's quivering core. The younger demon, overwhelmed by the overstimulation, sought solace by burying his head into the silken sheets, his eyes cast upwards, and his mouth a veritable cascade of desire, saliva pooling in his abandon. His muffled ries and moans, somehow still unbridled and unrestrained, reverberated through the room and likely the halls beyond it. And it was always at that point that Kokushibo knew his conscience had been wholly eclipsed by the arduous affair.

In all sincerity, Doma was at his most endearing in this state. A harsh sentiment, perhaps, but in such moments, there existed no space for artifice or his foolish banter. In such moments, he was malleable, receptive to reminders of his place.. Just as he should be.

As Kokushibo's hand traversed the expanse of Doma's nape and traced an affectionate path along his back—perhaps the sole form of praise Doma would garner from his superior this night—he basked in the tender sensation, finding solace in the fleeting respite his dampened pillow couldn't hope to provide on its own.

However, that interlude of affection was destined to be brief. His hand, which had previously caressed Doma's back, now ventured to entwine itself in the younger demon's tousled locks. With a firm tug, akin to that of a leash, Kokushibo elicited a high-pitched squeal from Doma—a sound that he found utterly delicious, a brief indulgence before he shifted his focus.

At the crook of Doma's neck, Kokushibo bared his fangs, and with a savage bite, he drew forth yet another long bead of blood to be lapped up with grace. Kokushibo's lips closed around the wound, savoring the metallic tang of Doma's essence. From there, the rolling of his hips only grew more intense, and Doma's moans only grew louder.

“Such a piteous mess,” drawled Upper Moon One, muffled by his own painful ministrations. Doma threw his head back with whatever room he was allowed. “Merely a handful of thrusts, and you're wailing and contorting... like a desperate animal in the throes of heat.”

A well-placed blow to his rear incurred a yowl of pleasure from Doma—a response not born of wrongdoing but a delicious opportunity to chastise him in such a manner.

“M'sorry,” He babbled mindlessly, “M' a mess for you, Lord Kokushibo, I—mhn~!—feels so good, I'm...”

Kokushibo tore his fangs from the yielding flesh, savoring the yelp that ensued, along with the metallic tang of blood that tantalized his lips. He took a moment to relish the essence, licking it away with a deliberateness that bespoke his hedonistic enjoyment at that moment. As anticipated, the wound healed swiftly. He leaned back, drinking in the sight of Upper Moon Two, stripped of his dignity and forced to his knees within the confines of his own domain—a place where his image held paramount importance.

“You don't appear to be contrite in the slightest.” Kokushibo crooned, his voice oscillating between panting breaths and lascivious groans as he skillfully coaxed another cascade of mewls from Doma. His free hand deftly moved to stimulate the other's arousal, further heightening his pleasure. “I wonder,” he continued, his tone dripping with malice, “what might occur... if one of your devoted followers were to stumble upon this debauched scene... while you're ensnared in such a stupefying state?”

With another resolute thrust, Kokushibo's hand deftly manipulated Doma's frenulum, unleashing a searing tidal wave of pleasure that sent the younger demon reeling, stars dancing before his vision. In that moment of rapturous intensity, his brain grappled to process the words uttered, and when comprehension finally dawned, the thought alone made his cock twitch with fervor.

“How crassly forthright.” Kokushibo remarked, his grip on Doma's arousal tightening briefly, only to unleash a punitive slap upon the hypersensitive tip. The sharp sting gave rise to an immediate yelp of pleasure-pain, Doma's breath quickening with a sharp hitch as he teetered on the precipice of rapture and torment.

It was a sound judgement to have him face the door then, Kokushibo supposed, basking in the sounds he choked out of his suboordinate. Doma's vocalizations ran the gamut, ranging from rasped vulgarities to squeaky cries, and if there was one facet that Kokushibo genuinely admired about him, it was his voice—a mellifluous tenor that he might not have deserved but undeniably possessed. In the throes of passion, Doma made the most delectable sounds, each note growing more exquisite, more impassioned, as his inevitable climax approached.

And Kokushibo, true to his intent, was resolute in granting him that release, if not the preservation of his dignity. After all, he was exceptionally well-behaved tonight—and he had put the man through more than enough.

In that chamber, a tumultuous tempest of blurred ecstasy unfurled its rapturous banner. Devoid of ardor's solemn vows, bereft of any whispered oaths, release finally came. As Doma, his frame a symphony of ecstasy, ascended towards the zenith of his sensual reverie, Kokushibo, without much delay, joined him. With one last fervent thrust, Upper moon one stilled his hips, and the demons' release converged in sinewy strings of white amidst their frenzied sounds of pleasure, until there was nothing left to give.

Doma was the first to succumb to a semblance of exhaustion, his body yielding as Kokushibo's length slid out of him, leaving him in a languid sprawl as he finally had a moment to revel in the intoxicating fluids that now clung to him—an unapologetic mess of his superior's warm spent and his own perspiration that existed despite his naturally low body temperature. Kokushibo, his gaze fixated on the visage of Doma in his post-coital haze, contemplated the notion of a potential round two, had he the luxury of time.

With a sigh, he carefully removed the obi that had previously bound Doma's wrists, freeing the younger demon from his constraints. He proceeded to dress himself upon sliding off the bed as if nothing happened—although his apparent discomfort at his own perspired state was palpable.

“It would be prudent for you to summon your servants to attend to this... aftermath,” he remarked in a hushed tone, his words laced with an air of formality. “If there is anything you require me to procure for you... now would be the time to inquire. If not.. I'm taking my leave.”

“A kiss would be-”

“No.”

Doma grumbled, shuffling up to the edge where Kokushibo stood. Like clockwork, his perpetual smile returned, and of course, so did his cheekiness. Kokushibo, who had been facing the door, turned to look at him, utterly unamused.

“Would it kill you to give me just one...?” he pouted. “You said I could ask for anything I wanted just now... You're always so mean to me.”

“No,” Kokushibo repeated, adjusting the sash of his kimono. “...I said I'd give you whatever you needed. You don't need what you're asking for.”

Kokushibo reached for his sheathed katana and slid it into his obi with practiced precision. He was preparing for his departure, to which Doma deflated onto his bed in silent resignation.

“...Nor does it seem like you need anything from me at all,” he remarked stoically, turning his gaze forward. “So I will take my leave now.”

And with that, he was gone. Doma rolled over unto his back with a dramatic sigh. Maybe it was a need. His affection.

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Wowzer, that was a long one. Sorry for the long wait. I've been meaning to get this out for a whole week, but my perfectionist ass kept editing before the damn piece was actually finished. Anyway.... yeah, I'll probably post more of these two lol. Their banter was fun to write for sure.

[nyan-bynary]

Not to jinx it by talking about it too early but I might be able to get a visa to visit Canada at some point in this year!!!!

[unova-fanatic]

Please envision this like a post it note stuck to my blog with hastily scribbled notes

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[starryriize]

blankets and plushies | woonhak

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!woonhak and gf!reader

೫ summary: you and woonhak spend valentine’s making a pillow fort and staying in to watch movies

೫ genre/word count: fluff! 788 words!

೫ author’s notes: ahhh this was too cute to write! i struggled with the ending 😭 but it turned out cuter than i expected ! happy end of my valentine event !! semi-proofread

4:30 pm -

“Woonie, what part of this looks like a fort to you?” A fit of laughter threatens to escape your mouth. The pillows were rapidly falling, making your end of the pillow fort look like a sad pile of blankets. Woonhak gave you a sheepish glance, hurriedly adjusting the pillows and placing books to hold up the pillows in place. He wanted you to enjoy your spot in the fort, and he wouldn’t have as much fun either if the pillows kept falling onto your head.

After some 30-odd minutes of watching and giggling as Woonhak fixed the fort, the precious pillow fort was finally done. Plopping onto the blankets, he turns to you asking, “What should we watch?” You pretend to think for a really long time, putting your fingers under your chin. Muttering softly, you name movies you always enjoyed as a child. "Well I always liked James Bond...or maybe Harry Potter...oh wait, how about Tangled? Nah, there's also Wall-E...oh but what about Pirates of the Caribbean?"

Woonhak laughs, staring at you with wide eyes as he listens intently to you ramble on about the various movies and genres you enjoy. Your quiet muttering would sound crazy to anyone else, but to Woonhak, it was incredibly calming. The way your voice sounded like a harmony that blessed his ears. He could listen to you for hours, days on end, and he'd never get bored.

"So...Wall-E?" He tilts his head toward you, breaking the silence after you've stopped muttering. The screen flicks, changing to show the preview of Wall-E. Smiling to yourself, you nod, adding, "We should definitely watch it." Woonhak giggles, re-enacting how Wall-E was when he met Eve.

"Eeeeve. Eeve? Eva." You burst out laughing at his robot impression, sounding more similar to a chipmunk than a bot. “Woonie, you sound like Alvin.” He rolls his eyes, playfully scoffing as he grabs the remote to click play.

“Hey- if I’m Alvin, who are the others?” He asks, whispering to you. Without even turning to him, you quickly shush him, telling him that this is a part he shouldn’t miss. It was the scene where Eve and Wall-E are running from the other robots, but the Captain knows that Eve has the last plant from Earth. You’d always loved Wall-E, telling your mom when you were little that robots had a better love story than most people.

You giggle at the screen, settling yourself into the fort, bringing a blanket over yourself. Next to you, Woonhak couldn’t focus on the screen, rather, he was staring at you. Sometimes you never failed to make him laugh and you were like a walking sunshine. He couldn’t believe that you were next to him and on Valentine’s Day too no less.

On the other hand, you were beginning to feel sleepy. Perhaps it was because most of your energy was spent laughing with Woonhak as you both made the fort, but either way, you were tired. Your eyelids felt increasingly heavy as you tried your best to focus on the movie.

You relented, giving in to your body wanting sleep. “Used up all your energy, huh?” He laughs quietly, sighing happily as your head falls onto his shoulder. For a few minutes, he watched the movie, making sure to not move so that you could sleep well. The movie was quietly playing in the background as he felt himself get tired with you.

Thirty minutes later, Jaehyun and Sungho came back from the store, grocery bags in hand. They set down the bags, chattering about how they could use help and how they’ll eat all the food if no one else came to help. But how were you both supposed to know? After all, you and Woonhak were asleep in the pillow fort; the movie now playing the credits.

“Hm? Is Woonhak in his room?” Sungho nods at Jaehyun’s question, as he takes out a bottle of chocolate milk. Jaehyun gives him a quick thank you, walking off to get his favorite maknae. As he approached the door, he heard the tell-tale sound of the Disney credits. Opening the door quietly, half-expecting to see you both choosing the next movie, but he wasn’t surprised when he saw you both asleep.

“Awwww.” He swooned, taking his phone out to take a picture, finding you both so cute. You were both snoring softly, the blanket covering the both of you. It was an adorable sight, and you’d wake up to see his hyungs in the fort with you, watching a movie. Some may say it’s annoying but in many ways, it was a perfect Valentine’s Day- spent with what you and Woonhak would call your second family.

[mertonna]

Insta Archive START!! I tried to be as striaght forward as possible because I tend to ramble if given the opportunity, but I do succumb on some of these. Jsut know if it doesn't say [Caption:] beforehand, it's my current input, not from whatever time in the past :P I cut out captions entirely if they're too redundant or just weird Also I'll be skipping around so not every single Instagram post will be archived here because some of them!!! Are too cringe or just bad/plain to me lol But like they're there if you wanna look at em for some reason :3

May 24th 2014 Caption: "Eeve!"

May 25th 2014 Caption: "Vaporeon!"

September 26th 2016 im too embarrassed to post this caption lol but its on my insta!! if you scroll far enough!!

September 26th 2016 Caption: "Class doodle #1"

September 26th 2016 Caption: "Class doodle #2"

September 26th 2016 Caption: "Designed a fancy dress for Fuscia to wear"

September 26th 2016 Caption: "She be flying in this dress"

September 26th 2016 Caption: "This has got to be my favorite doodle of Fuscia EVER. I find the pose so adorable."

October 3rd 2016 Caption: Day 3- Mermaid

October 3rd 2016 Caption: "Okay so I know I'm already doing an Inktober list, but the witch one is amazing, so I'm doing it too. :3"

October 3rd 2016

October 3rd 2016

October 4th 2016

October 5th 2016

October 6th 2016

October 6th 2016

October 27th 2016

October 10th 2016 Hi wait a sec where tf did I learn the word "kinkshame???" good lord >_> also kinda funny how bad I was at taking pictures :0 I still am!! But golly,,,,

October 14th 2016

October 14th 2016 i love how i labeled each planet haha maybe cuz there's no color? this could be a cute school poster tho, yknow with some tweaks here and there :0

October 15th 2016 Cpation: "Day 15- Royal Witch"

October 15th 2016 Caption: "Speaking of underwater, here's my old OC named Coral~"

I have no sense of timeline what do you mean I considered this oc old already,,,,guh

October 15th 2016 Caption: "New character just created today because I was bored. :)"

omg first Chry sighting

October 15th 2016 Caption: "Underwater character huddle!"

this is cute :3 only one of these characters survived after all these years

October 21st 2016 Caption: "Day 17- Necromancer"

I was initially gonna skip this one cuz it's kinda boring but the bonus scene is cute ;;w;; I'll let it stay!

October 21st 2016 Caption: "Day 18- Music Witch"

i am SO sorry for the awful photo quality. whew

October 25th 2016 Caption: "Day 25- Insect Witch"

October 31st 2016 Caption: Day 31- "Free Draw I drew the cat from this game Google has up for October 30th and October 31st. It's where a cat witch accidently summons a horde of ghosts, which take over the school. Cat goes on a mission to destroy all the ghosts and save their classmates! If you haven't tried it, go on Google right now and play it! *FINALLY DONE WITH INKTOBER, FREEDOM!!!"

this is like,,,a core memory <3 I loved this lil mini game

[ittybittyumbreon]

➶ Intro post ➴

💜Abt me;

Hihi! This is my agere side blog!

You can call me Umby, that is the name I'm using for my little self. I age regress IRL to cope with trauma (do not ask about it. Its personal obviously.) I have autism n ADHD, so expect a lot of stim boards! (And hyperfixations w characters and so on.)

I use he/they and my main neopronouns Eev/Eevself. Either one is fine!

My little age goes from 4 to 7. My actual age is 17. Birthday is 10/07 (October 7th)

I kin a lot of characters, but for this blog you'll see me kin Umbreon the most (but again, depends on my hyperfixations)

I will not be linking my main account simply because I do not feel comfortable. I'd rather not mix followers, if you recognize my art, hi!

💜My interests;;

I have a few special interests that may make an appearance on this blog, most of them are horror related things, but the horror aspect will NOT be appearing in this blog! Only stimboards related to said characters.

I enjoy: FNAF (probably the only horror related thing I'll genuinely put here), Bluey, Sanrio, Animals (I know too mamy funfacts abt them. TOO MANY!!), Pokemon, Plushies, LPS, MLP, dolls n so on!

My special interests are FNAF, animal facts and LPS.

💜Tags/Organization of the blog;;

The main tags used for this blog (so far) are:

;; umby posts - for my own posrs

;; umby reblogs - reblogging tag

;; umby rambles - rambling tag!

;; umby arts - my art tag!

💜DNI List;;

DNI if:

MAP (Pedo), MAP supporter (pedo apologists), NSFW, Proshipper, LGBTQ+phobic (transphobia, homophobia, Biphobia and so on.), anti neopronouns, u think agere is NSFW, or an asshole all together.

Be respectful.

[snickeringdragon]

I GOT A NICKNAMED POKEMON OVER WONDER TRADE YAYYYYY

[a-tale-of-legends]

Must..... resist.....the Eevee.....

[flokali]

— NSF/T Xiao Thoughts

A/N: Hot girls didn’t get Xiao and can now only five through their love of short emo boys through fanfics and low quality game play from their sibling 😣 Anyway, this isn’t like a proper fic or hcs but just rambling since I haven’t posted in 2 weeks :(

Warnings: Degenerate/Otaku Xiao, vulgar xiao (possibly ooc), vulgar language, cum talk, both top/bottom dynamics are present for both xiao and reader, gn! reader, otaku is used as an insult, ask to tag anything else!

18+ only, catch these hands otherwise - thankz.

… It’s all under the cut this time btw </3

But degenerate & otaku Xiao who’s only knowledge of dirty talk (and sex) comes from hentai so he ends up a spewing the most foul, dirty shit ever even during soft sex. Like, I love little freaky nobodies who only know what dirty talk is due to their dumb little hentai filled brains like no!! You can’t fuck a womb or a cervix but it’s okay you’re cute…!!!

General moans: “I — hghk! — think I’m a-addicted to having s-sex you!”, “Please, mghk… f-fuck me until I pass out!”,

Top Reader/Bottom Xiao: “Wanna be y-your cocksle-eeve, mmmh!”, “Don’t sta-stop, please! Y-You’re fucking my stomach, sososogood!”, or “You’ll make m-my ass dick shaped!”

Bottom Reader/Top Xiao: “W-wear me, hah… out until my d-dick feels like - hngh… - falling off!”, “Gonna… shit! Hah — f-fuck your organs and r-rearrange your t-gahh-tummy”, “Wanna… wanna-gh mold your ha-hole to my cock-ghk!”

All while his cheeks are the cutest shades of pink and his cock red, it only gets worse the closer he is to cumming as he starts talking about painting your hole white with his cum or you painting his hole white with your sticky cum… maybe you’ll even find him rambling about how loose his ass is getting or how tight you still feel around his dick as if you two didn’t fuck all the time because he’s a horny otaku who only gets his dick wet by pure luck and chance because you found his little pathetic emo face cute ♡ He’s also the type to get addicted to your body really quick so he’s now masturbating daily to the thought of you like he’s a teen who just found out you can google “dicks and boobs” :( Xiao even asks to record (video or just audio it doesn’t matter) so he can hear you two fuck like dogs in heat whenever he’s hornee or in class and bored </3

[fiddlepot]

What have I been up to?

Rigorous twink drawing, that's what.

This guy's chosen name is Solon and he's 50% a dragon. I've been enjoying my micron pens

And I've also been enjoying scanning from my sketch book it's really fulfilling I do recommend

So!!!!!

Here's a little bit about him bc I'm feeling silly and want to ramble. Ik my original content doesn't get as many notes but I really don't have much motivation for otherwise rn and I don't want to shut up about him. (Anon in my drafts your ask will be answered soon)

Also since I've been feeling demon slayer a lot he will be in my crossover au, particularly with doma bc tbh I kind of ship that guy with most of my ocs these days.... May make a doma x ryūshi!reader soon so watch out for that or whatever..... I still ship kokudouma tho............

He but honestly not him!

He was born of a dragon father and a human mother. The father was a deadbeat just like mine. 💀 He was also the one who gave Solon the name "solon," but upon literally fucking leaving he was left with a western-seeming given name and a Japanese last name because dad never got married to mom. But mom calls him ryūshi (龍子) which means "child of a dragon" or "dragon child"

Which... He is. But he kinda hates it. Hates the meaning and hates the bullying he received for having "demon-like" features...which are literally just traits he inherited from dragons in my ou (Who wouldn't?)

So he goes by his father's name and tells anyone he meets of his western name instead. Which weirds people out when they realize that yeah, he is Japanese lmao! But he usually explains it by saying he studied abroad for a period of time and adopted a western name as a result.

That aside... What traits does he have?

Claws.

Fangs.

Eyes. (Heterochromic, his right eye a direct juxtaposition to his left eye. One is draconic and the other is... Normal 💀)

Bioluminescent marks. Dont ask how.

Carnivorous tendencies. All he'll eat is anything with meat this guy is a vegan's worst nightmare

And he hides all of these to the best of his ability!

Noticeably sharp teeth? Yeah I think I'll just not speak often. Let's throw on a mask to boot and never open my mouth wide when I don't have one.

Carnivorous tendencies? My bad bro I'm just a meat lover (both kinds)

As for his marks, they tend to fizzle out for most of the year, and reappear around the same time his birthday month is right around the corner... Or already there.

He can't control the glow so he kinda just goes into solitary confinement and when he isn't doing that he's bundling up to cover said glow 💀

He's also at his strongest around the time the marks appear. Stronger than he can manage. There's a lot of money spending around those times because if he does literally anything too hard his possessions can and will shatter to pieces.

As far as like, the KNY universe is concerned and his involvement with it?

Mightve considered becoming a slayer, but he instead chose against it because the occupation seemed very risky. You know. In spite of his unusually high endurance. And general hardiness.

He has no reason to become involved with a battle for others when he's battling himself ig

But that's not to say he hasn't bounced around the option.

He's only encountered a demon once and that demon mistook him for another demon. They never saw each other again.

But he has come across slayers plenty of times, and he admires their resolve to protect those around them.

Not exactly sure why nobody knows about them. But he doesn't have the courage to inform, lest he sound more insane than he already looks.

Oh yeah, he has really bad self esteem. And even worse self perception.

His mom wasn't exactly cruel to him all the time, but she was cruel about giving him the name ryūshi given he literally is one.

Although he isn't a doormat and will fight back, he is afraid to most of the time—not necessarily out of kindness (although he doesn't really want to hurt anyone too badly) but rather fear of being reprimanded for self defense. He can't exactly control how strong he is yet.

But dear God, does he hope he'll be able to soon. 💀

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Okay. Um. I'll probably post a few more parts to this since he's relatively new and I'm still figuring him out but so far I'm loving him! Hope y'all do too, idk. ☠️

[moths-wc-aus]

Opinion on Crowfeather and Leafpool as a couple? 👀

oooo, a toughie.

personally, i'm not a fan of crowpool? i don't hate on ships unless they're, like. morally wrong, though, so... personally, i just don't really see it. he's sweet to her while they're together, sure, but afterwards he's just as bitter and angry as always, if not more so. beyond that, he named himself after his first crush. it's really, really hard to live up to the standard he has of a dead girl. she'll never nag, or have a different opinion from him, or argue with him. i wonder if leafpool, at some point in their relationship, would start to be self conscious about the fact that he had this first "true love" relationship (in quotations bc i personally see it as a "young teen has a crush on teacher" sort of deal) and start comparing herself to feathertail.

idk i'm just rambling about things here.

tl;dr; i don't personally like leaf and crow as a couple, but i have no problem with anyone who does ^-^

(love ur icon btw!! eeve is among my fav pokemon)

[billycaplans]

okay I finished watching the first ep and YALL I am so excited for this show... im gonna ramble about some of my thoughts so uhh spoilers under the cut

ok first off. im so happy we get to see sam's family and learn about his background more. every time Sarah and the boys were on screen I was just screaming... also I love the casting Sarah is so pretty and the boys are adorable!! cant wait to see more of them and how Sarah and sam's relationship develops

RHODEY!! I loved their interaction at the beginning a lot. I hope he's gonna be in more episodes so that he and sam can have an actual fleshed-out relationship

all the stuff with Bucky made me sad as hell I cant lie. but it was really nice to see him interacting with people and go on a date even if it was for like...his own personal reasons :/ I hope that there's an actual conversation between Bucky and Yori about his son too. Like idk how I want it to go but I want to see it.

Joaquín torres my beloved... im so happy you're here<3

I wanna figure out who the flag smasher dude is gonna be. I feel like he could maybe be a mutant from the way Joaquín and sam talked about him? but also since the m word wasn't dropped in w/k/.sanda/eev/ison then I also feel like it's unlikely mutants are gonna be brought in.

lastly us agent go die challenge. that's all

[owl-dae]

The story of my dæmon

Long before I saw the Golden Compass movie, or read the books, I had a shapeshifting animal companion.

His name was Spot, because his most favored form was a Dalmatian puppy, but he also liked to be a mockingbird, a silver dapple horse, a ferret, an owl, a dragon (sometimes pocket-sized and silver, sometimes massive and the same iridescent black of a common grackle) or various Pokémon, such as Psyduck, Growlithe or Pickachu and especially Charizard, Vulpix or Eeve. (I only watched the first gen anime) He’d be anything, really.

He went with me everywhere, entertaining me when I was bored, snuggling me when I was scared or sad, and making up stories with me. I was little, and I talked about him a lot to my mom and my friends. I don’t really remember when I “outgrew” Spot, but I think I stopped talking to him around age 8 or 9.

Then my mom married my stepdad and we moved, and I left the school I’d been in for my entire education, and I wasn’t very good at making real friends in this unfamiliar place, so I started to daydream a lot. Again, I had an animal companion who was with me most of the time. He didn’t have a name at that point but he favored large, brave forms because I was frightened, or flying forms because I felt stuck in this awful place. I’d imagine a white tiger, a polar bear, or a giant Malamute dog roaming the halls of my school at my side, so vividly I could almost stroke its fur. I’d imagine a swift falcon, or a silent owl or a cheerful mockingbird flying ahead of me on my walk home. I’d imagine a soft, grey cat curled in my lap when I was at home, or a talkative husky when I was bored with homework.

My animal companion gained a new name after we moved again, and I made a friend. His name was Phaegan, and his role changed in those days. He was my creative and playful side. When I was with my friend, he was a husky, or a white German Shepherd. On my walk home, he was often a fantastic dragon that told me stories of the magic they could do in his world or a falcon that flew ahead to hurry me home on hot days.

When we moved for the third time, things changed more drastically. The place we lived was in much worse shape than any previous home; my stepfather was considerably crueler; I made more friends at my new school, but I was also bullied far worse than ever before. And my dæmon changed again. I read the books for the first time not long after moving there and I... didn’t like them. I was devoutly Christian because my mom was more into church than before, and I was very very offended by the ending of the Amber Spyglass... but I couldn’t shake the idea of having a dæmon. He wasn’t around all the time, but when he was, he almost always had wings. His dragon-form was rare, but when it manifested, he was small and silver. Usually, he was a bird of prey (especially owls or falcons) or a mockingbird. When I was scared, he was a mouse or a sparrow. When I was sad, he was a beautiful silver bengal cat. When I was curious, or excited, he was a silver fox.

Then I went to college when I was sixteen. My dæmon could still change forms, but not that often. I felt so free, and excited to be away from home. I became an atheist as my understanding of the world grew. I reread the book series and loved them, now that I was mature enough to really understand their themes. I started to talk to my dæmon on occasion. Those days he was a fox very often, or an eagle, like the school’s mascot, or a white tiger “because they’re cool” but we both knew he’d settle soon, as something with wings. He started taking owl forms more and more often, trying different species, and different falcon species. Owls felt more “right” even though he really enjoyed the way falcons could fly.

One day, after pre-cal, I was in my room and I projected my dæmon on my desk. He was a tiny, fluffy grey owl, and I knew that was it. He’d settled. I just had to figure out what species he was. He was far too small to be a Great Grey, and he had ear tufts so he couldn’t be an Elf owl or a Boreal owl... I thought he was a White Faced Scops owl, but that wasn’t really quite right. Eventually, after over a year of thinking he was a Scops owl, I came across a picture of a grey-phase Eastern Screech owl, and it perfectly matched how I pictured my dæmon. I discovered the dæmonism community here some years later (though I’d had a tumblr for a long time, nearly eight years now) I just had to come up with a name for my little owl dæmon. I eventually came up with the name Alkrys, which he likes a lot, but I was ambivilant about. It grew on me though, so it’s his name.

So that’s the (slightly rambly) story of how Alkrys came to be. How did you meet your dæmon? Alkrys always favored pale or grey forms; did your dæmon have a particular favored coat color?

[vorcotec]

aidestown brainstorming:

like i said in the initial ramble it’s not that i think aides is incapable of wrongdoing, just that her perspective is going to be different, and how she justifies wrongdoing will be different.

her issue is not about buying, as such, persephone or eurydice and wanting them or any other woman to feel obligated and grateful to her; and, again, she doesn’t have the patriarch’s desire to amass material things as a replacement for an ability to create. money is essentially meaningless to her, always has been.

her issue is about protection and control, specifically. i’ve spoken in the past about how aides, as a character, is much more defined by trauma than any other version of jane, and how obsessive she is about controlling herself and her environment because of the initial shock and devastation of regurgitation and her early, repeated, deeply harmful exposure to stimulation she couldn’t endure. that’s why Classic Aides is covered from head to foot in a Noise Cancelling Weighted Sensory Blanket Cloak that keeps everything and everyone OUT and away from herself at all times.

this isn’t to imply that she doesn’t need her accommodations in that respect, that her sensory experiences aren’t real, but that she compensates for them the way she does because of how much it hurt, because no one protected her or knew she needed protection at first. so she had to do it herself and do it Muchly.

this is also why aides doesn’t have casual sex btw 😂 and why she couldn’t have that “casting couch”/affair subtext with eurydice even if she tried. she can’t let people close because she typically assumes she can’t trust them to touch her or even be touched by her.

off the top of my head, here are some things that have different valences, meanings, weights, etc. given the differences between aides and hades:

the paternalistic dimensions of the role vanish, given that aides is a woman and would be a mother to “my children, my children,” not a father. this isn’t to say that she isn’t controlling and harmful to them, but that, again, it’s a different motivation and justification for that control.

also, yes, she is masculine in appearance, but i’ve spoken before about why i don’t see jane as a character as “masc” or “butch” or even really “futch” and how i am very leery about playing into ideas of autism as “extreme male brain” by essentially denying jane her gender/maternity on the basis of her not liking makeup. so yes, she is a mother, not a father to “her children.”

more emphasis on the wall that surrounds aidestown, its protection and shield, and how no one gets in or out; less emphasis on the “golden scale” and the “chromium throne.“ more emphasis on owning people and less on owning things, and how when you’re in the house of aides, under her wing, you will never leave again.

“hey little songbird” loses its, uh, old man in a strip club looking for his next sugar baby vibe

she does NOT have the following lines in chant II: Take it from a man no longer young If you want to hold a woman, son Hang a chain around her throat Made of many carat gold Shackle her from wrist to wrist With sterling silver bracelets Fill her pockets full of stones Precious ones, diamonds, Bind her with a golden band Take it from an old man like... not to belabor the point but this is one of the show’s nods at gender relations and misogyny and it’s just not aides.

also, this is maybe more of a personal interpretation/aside, but given the STRONG subtext (at the very least, in r/eeve c/arney’s performance) that orpheus is autistic, he and aides are even stronger parallels than the ones already in the show between him and hades.

some other little things that are just nitpicky bits that come to me when i think about aidestown:

hades makes his first intra-narrative appearance in sunglasses. aides’ sunglasses are these weird steampunky doodads, because i reject hades’ wannabe-leatherdaddy vibes. 

obviously this is not something that could be reflected on a stage, but aides never walks into or out of a room(/on or off the stage). she just disappears and reappears.

hades wears silver snakeskin sleeve garters. aides’ are gold. where he has a silver shirt and silver pinstripes on his suit, hers are white. he wears a vest with a red back, but hers has a purple back.

she wears a spider brooch on the lapel of her suit jacket.

hades has a brick wall tattoo sleeve on his left forearm. aides has a floral vine tattoo sleeve instead.

what’s disturbing about aidestown is that it’s silent and you can’t hear any of the activity or people if you’re not immediately in the middle of it. it’s not just like... depressing, gloomy, and exploited; it’s a very creepy place to be.

[fabledsilence-blog]

Burned Tails | Kashuu & Dahlia

@nattsukashii

“...then the three creatures were resurrected and the Phoenix departed looking for a pure heart..” Sigurd had no clue how long Dahlia had been going on about this tower but he made little noises at the appropriate times so she didn’t just ramble to the air. It wasn’t often she talked this much, in fact most of the time was spent with them arguing like she could understand what he was saying. When she bestowed Sigurd his name he got the whole story about the legendary dragon slayer and felt slightly inspired. He too wanted to defeat a fearsome creature much larger than him. It would be the ultimate victory.

His eyes scanned the area, ears twitching slightly looking for anything that would try to pick a fight with them. Sigurd always thought that it was better to have the first strike despite how much Dahlia yelled at him for picking a fight. His thoughts were disrupted as Dahlia suddenly stopped and he ran into the back of her leg. Peaking around he noticed that they really were going to a burnt, crispy looking, tower, one that could crumble at any moment. Staring between the tower and her he couldn’t believe that she yelled at him all the time for nearly killing them when she was willingly walking into that thing. “Eevee eev!” he cried out hoping his astonishment came across as he sat down. His tail thumped against the ground in annoyance as she turned to look at him, already knowing that they would be the ones to somehow destroy the rest of the tower.

Dahlia couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than a place full of history. Even if a phoenix never lived in this tower, or the three unfortunate creatures that perished, a fire did destroy it. Most myths came from very exaggerated truths and the fact that she was actually here, a place from one of her stories, was enough to make her excited. Her excitement was cut of by Sigurd sitting down looking like he was protesting.

“Come on Sigurd, you usually like danger.” “Eev!” “Well if you’re going to be like that just stay, I’ll go in by myself,” she replied taking out her sabre. It wouldn’t help her if the tower decided to collapse but it looked structurally sound from here. Moving forward she heard an irritated huff before Sigurd joined her side. Walking in her eyes widened and a small smile started to form. It was so exciting to explore for once, and she could hardly contain herself. Sigurd kept a wary out for any creatures that took refuge in the wreck or falling debris. He had a feeling they would fight something by the end of the night.   

[purpleskull97]

“This Pokemon generation sucks bc they don’t have gyms!!!”

“I only like games that cater to my childhood and not for those gen z kids!!!!”

“I only play games that are repetitive and refuse to play the ones who introduce new concepts!!!!”

“This game is too easy! They even have moves that label type advantages and disadvantages. This game is for babies lmao”

It’s not for you anymore!