#got some new stuffff

[miyukisluv]

shop announcement!! opens on the 16/02/24 at 16:00 GMT

[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: calling the jjk men good boy's for the first time ^-^

Includes: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐨 >_< Content: GN!Reader, no explicit smut- mostly just soft stuffff, just one dick jump I think..? jjk men being simpppps

MDNI

Choso Kamo

The discovery that Choso liked praise was no surprise. If he had a tail, it would wag whenever you praised him; we know this. 

But finding out he liked this kind of praise- that’s what shocked you. 

It came out of your mouth so quickly. As though you had been calling Choso that more than you called him by his name. 

He was making dinner- pattering around the kitchen with your eyes following his every move. You found it endearing how he insisted he would cook, “All you need to do is sit pretty and wait.” he would demand. 

No objections coming from you, knowing if Choso didn’t cook- you would be eating takeout instead. 

And when he offered you a spoonful to see how it was tasting, you closed your eyes with a pleased hum. 

“Now there’s my good boy.” 

You swore it was instinct- like you couldn’t filter the words that left your lips. 

And as though time stood still- you opened your eyes with pinched brows, and your lips pulled to the side. 

The little glimmer that shined in his eyes was one you only see in wonderfilled children when they see a candy store. 

His cheeks blushed with a little smile forming at the corner of his lips, had his heart beat any faster in his chest you would have heard it. 

“I’m a..?” he whispered, looking at you and wanting to hear you repeat it. 

You got the hint he liked it from the moment you opened your eyes. Blinking innocently as his hand held the spoon tightly. “A good boy.” you smiled, trying to keep the embarrassed blush heating your cheeks at bay. 

“My good boy.” you reiterated, watching his cheeks become deeper pink.

Choso nodded- as though this was some standard compliment that didn’t make the appendage between his legs jump at the name. 

‘A good boy.’ he mouthed with a giddy smile as he continued making dinner. 

For sure this only drove him to keep showing his affection with acts of service- only to hear your lips call him by that little name. 

And you were happy to call him that if it meant he would keep looking at you with the same love drunk eyes. 

After that, he would do a favor to you- not expecting anything in return except the new found pet name he wanted to hear you say. 

So when he would bring you something you had asked for—the TV remote, a charger, or a snack on his way home—his heart would pound just waiting for the little name. 

His head would rest on your chest with your hands rubbing small circles on his back and the other playing with his hair. Intent eyes watching the film you had put on- as though you were able to feel the stiffness of his shoulders. Waiting for the name. 

You placed a kiss on his forehead, “My good boy.” you hummed against his skin- feeling him ease into your grasp with a soft exhale. 

Hiromi Higuruma

You were sitting in the apartment office, scanning documents with hazy eyes till your mouth suddenly felt very- very dry.

But then you remembered you had a perfectly able boyfriend sitting on the living room couches waiting for you to finish working. 

You picked up your phone- swiping through the useless apps and clicking on Hiromi’s contact- hearing his ringtone through the closed door before hearing the dial click. 

Taking on a slightly stern tone, “I’m only a few feet away from you-” he started, only for you to sigh dramatically. 

“I don’t think i've ever been so thirsty in my wholllleee life.” you sighed, pressing your forehead onto the desk and hearing a little chuckle rumble through the speaker. 

You could hear the smile in his words, “That so?” almost sarcastically. 

Humming a lazy ‘Mhm’ “How I wish I had a tall, strong, handsome boyfriend to bring me a glass of water wiiiittthhhh three- no. Four ice cubes.” You exhaled dramatically. 

Hearing another little chuckle, “If only.” he muttered, playing coy to your specific demand. 

You gave a frustrated exhale- “Hiromi, be a good boy and bring me a glass of water.” this time more demanding, no longer having the patience for his game of playing coy.

You furrowed your eyebrows- unable to comprehend just how tired you had to be to say that to him. The silence heard from the phone made your stomach fall. 

Hanging up the phone with a small curse. Wondering if you had crossed a line that hadn’t been drawn by either of you. 

You sat up and started working again- far too embarrassed to go out for your own glass of water and settling on the fact Higuruma wouldn’t bring you one. 

That was till you heard looming footsteps behind the door of the office, hearing the door knob jiggle and widening your eyes at the hundreds of scenarios that raced in your mind. 

There Hiromi stepped- casual as ever with a glass of water in his hand. Unbothered, and cool as a cucumber as he placed the glass on the desk with a little kiss on your forehead. 

This made you think the call was cut out at the perfect moment. 

You muttered a small ‘Thank you.’ still shy from the tired, unfiltered words that left your lips. Hiromi started walking out, his back facing you as he halted his steps at the door frame. 

“Honey?” he asked, not even bothering to turn around. “Did you call me a good boy?” Your heart plummeted to your stomach from the question as your cheeks started warming. 

You parted your lips to speak, watching his neck turn and peer back at you. “Depends..?” you squint your eyes, hearing a little laugh leave his lips. 

Irking his head, almost to urge you to finish. “On whether you liked it or not...?” you whispered, looking at his expression soften. 

His nose crinkled in the slightest- “I think I did.” he whispered back with a little crinkle formed on his nose. A nod from your warmed face in return, mindlessly accepting his confirmation and mouthing a soundless ‘ok.’ 

Turning around and taking a step out of the office and closing the door behind him. Knowing he would have to hear it a few more times to be sure he liked it or not. 

Naoya Zenin

Rare were the times when the want to call Naoya a good boy arose. 

He could be such a cunt sometimes- so the urge never really rumbled in your mind. 

But when he would be sweet- when his hands held a gentle touch when cleaning a scrape you got on your knee. Or when he would gently clasp your necklace on for you- knowing you wouldn’t be able to see. 

He would do those sweet things with a furrowed brow and a pouty lip- sure. But his hands showed his true feelings. How gentle they could be at times- that’s when the pet name would threaten to leave your lips. 

But when you would hold his head in your hands, looking at him like an idiot in love- “My good boy.” you murmered, watching a light grimace form on his face at the name.

“Good boy?” he asked, almost disgusted. 

You nodded your head- so sure that Naoya was as you said. “You’ve never called me that.” 

He was so used to the strange pet names you would call him just to get a rise out of him- and he was sure this one was no different. 

You shrugged, “You’re hardly ever a good boy. But when you are- I should tell you, shouldn’t I?” You murmured, being able to feel the warmth on his cheeks fill your palms- even if his expression said otherwise. 

“M’not a dog.” he muttered. 

“If you were- I would have trained you to be a good boy all the time by now.” 

That’s when Naoya pulled his face from your hands and looked away from you. Not wanting to continue the conversation, knowing his cheeks must be flushed by now. 

And the last thing he wanted was you on a power trip from making him blush. Especially from being called a good boy.

But when you started calling him that—Pavloving himself into thinking the little endorphins that would simmer in his brain would only happen if you called him that. And you only called him that when he was kind.

Naoya warmed to the name slowly- barely even grimacing at the callousness you’d say it with whenever he would be sweet. 

Unknowingly, he was being trained to be nice and polite with one ‘good boy’ at a time. 

Satoru Gojo

The times you would praise Gojo were always met with an, “I know.” smug and cocky in his actions to brush off your praise as just compliments. 

But the first time you ever spoke those words to him- a praise he had never heard before now, and eager to hear it again. 

Satoru had made a stupid comment about how you didn’t show your affections enough- “I’m deprived of kisses.” he murmured, complaining to you as though you didn’t spoil him rotten with your affections. 

And in retaliation, you denied him any kisses or hugs. Show him what deprivation really was. 

You were washing dishes, with a whiney Satoru behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder. “This has to be considered abuse!” another complaint as you denied his advances. 

“You said I was cold and negligent, so I’m showing you how cold and negligent I can be.” You smiled to yourself, turning off the faucet and drying your hands on a nearby towel. 

Hearing a stifled whine of desperation huff from his nose at your denial. “Jus’ gimme one kiss-” aiming his lips at your cheek only for you to pull away. 

Turning over to look at him- faces inches apart with his hands daring to tighten their grip on your waist. Tilting your head to the side with a snide smile. “Only good boys who don’t complain get kisses.” 

From how close he was- you could see the glimmer in his eyes become blinding at the pet name. 

His features going soft with parted lips- “I’m good-” he choked out, looking at you with goal-oriented eyes. “I’m soooo good-” he muttered, bordering on panicked from the idea that you didn’t think he was. 

Gojo’s hands gripped harshly at your hips. “Have you been a good boy?” you asked, almost sarcastically—as though you were speaking to a puppy. 

He nodded- eager to hear the new compliment leave your lips. Only you nodded ‘no.’

“I don’t think you have ‘toru.” you hummed, his lips coming closer to yours with a sad pout. As though the idea of him being good in your mind was the most important thing he needed to hear. 

He only placed his forehead onto the crook of your neck with a sad puff, your hand going up to his undercut, softly stroking the back of his neck in some feigned consoling. “Tell me i’ve been good.” he muttered quietly.

So spoiled from you caving with a little pout here or there. Practically putty in your hands as your other hand caressed the side of his face. 

Rolling your eyes with a playful sigh, “You’ve been good.” with a half-assed tone, only for Satoru to look at you with sad eyes. Expecting more than what you offered. 

Pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead and pulling away, “You’re a good boy.” you murmured, watching the light return to his eyes in sync with the little smile on his lips. 

Blinking rapidly as though he was trying to blind you, “My good boy.” and that’s when he got his fill for affection for the next few minutes. 

Then came the task of having to call him that whenever he wanted to hear it- looking at him with a displeased look, knowing you’ve created a monster that thrives on that special kind of praise only you could offer. 

Kento Nanami

We can all agree- Nanami is the one who deserves to be told he’s a good boy the most, right?

There were times when the urge blossomed in your mind- at the tip of your tongue and so close to calling him that pet name. But you never did. 

That was, until you got the guts to test the waters. 

Laying on your back, a few minutes before bed and unwinding while on your phone, and beside you; a hazy Kento that was waiting for you to turn off your side table lamp. Always waiting for you to get ready for bed before allowing himself to fall asleep. 

You let out a soft sigh before turning off your phone. Rolling onto your side with Nanami watching you from the side of his vision. Only this time you didn't reach for the little nob to turn your lamp off. 

You only stayed on your side with a pensive hum leaving your lips. “Scratch my back Ken,” you muttered, clearly tired with your eyes closed. 

Though you couldn’t see it- or hear it, you knew he had a little smile on his face as he shifted onto your side of the bed. A little shiver ran up your spine when his fingertips grazed the small of your back as he reached beneath your shirt. 

A satisfied sigh left your lips when his barely present nails started circling small scratches between your shoulder blades, your cheeks tingling from the words you dared say. “Such a good boy.” with a little smile on your lips, Nanami couldn’t see. 

Nanami didn’t fully process your mumbled words, only offering a hum in response as he kept up the gentle scratches. 

But when his brain started thinking about what you said- thinking if he misheard you. Slowing his hand with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you call me a-” he hesitated in what he thought he heard. 

“A ‘good boy’..?” bordering on a whisper from the nerves of being incorrect. 

Only the little ‘Mhm!’ that left your lips swatted those nerves away. “You’re such a good boy- always so nice to me.” you hummed, closing your eyes against the pillow with his hand still acting on your demand.

A pensive hum left his lips before slowly dragging his hand out of your shirt. You opened your eyes in dread, thinking he didn’t like it- only to hear him plop on his side of the bed with a throaty exhale. 

“Then be good and scratch my back.” he murmured, clearly too tired to process what he had just demanded- and the tone he used opened a whole other can of worms. But seeing as it was only fair- you did the same. 

Toji Zenin

He had been bugging you to finish your work for a while. Poking and prodding at you to stop working and pay attention to the film he put on to distract you. 

Toji had this thing where he pretended not to care- but you could see that it bothered him with every little side eye he made at you when you would stop typing for even a second. Hoping you were looking up at the TV instead of the screen on your lap. 

But every side eye he would make, Toji would find you still working. 

Going as far as nudging you with his elbow to mutter some bullshit lie he thought up on the spot. 

“M’hungry.” he muttered when you would look over at him. 

“Then eat.”

Only a few minutes of an action movie fight before another useless lure for conversation left his lips. 

“S’cold in here.” trying to bait any conversation he could think of. 

You scoffed, knowing exactly what game he was trying to play. “Get a blanket,” he quickly said, not even wanting to lose your train of thought. 

Then another, and another, and another. Till he finally spilled what he really wanted- “You don’t wanna go lay down or somethin-” with a pouty lip and furrowed eyebrows. You sighed and looked over at him.

“Or something?” sarcasm filled your tone as you looked back at the screen. 

Toji rolled his eyes with an exhale- another sassy trait he had learned from you. 

He parted his lips with an inhale. 

“Good boys wait politely, Toji.” you spat- pinched eyebrows and an avoidant gaze as he looked over to you. 

“When have I ever been polite.” he murmured- barely audible and in an annoyed tone. 

“When have you ever been a good boy?” you retorted, surprised he didn’t catch it the first time. 

He only let out a slight hum at your declaration. 

Toji didn’t really bring it up after that- and neither did you. As though the words hadn't processed in his brain till a week later. 

Looking at you across a metal table at an outdoor cafe- “Did you call me a good boy the other day?” almost with a little grimace on his expression. 

You pursed your lips- making Toji think you were going to deny it. 

“No. I said you’re never a good boy.” 

He only raised a brow at your proclamation- sucking his teeth with an inhale, “That’s not true- and you know it.” dismissing your words before taking a bite of the half sandwich you bought to share. 

Takuma Ino

One of the sweetest boys I can imagine. 

Always would he try to be as gentlemanly as he could- reminding himself that when it came to you, he would bend over backward had you asked. 

But there would be times when it would slip his mind entirely. 

Going shopping with him turned from just a quick pit stop- to an hour, then two hours. 

While ordering boba in line, your hands held shopping bags on each side. Ordering your own drink before Ino ordered his. 

He always found it offensive when you would even think of reaching for your wallet- so he would scoff infront of the cashier before tapping the chip of his card onto the little black screen. 

“How am I supposed to pay you back?” you muttered through clenched teeth, taking a few steps to the little wait area as they prepared the bubble drinks. 

He muttered something like ‘You don’t have to pay me back, what else am I here for.’ brushing you off with a little scoff. 

Ino didn't even notice the bags in your hands- his brain fried from how long you had been in the overcrowded mall. He only noticed when you moved the bags to one hand and shifted your stance slightly.

He looked over at you with a soft exhale- reaching for the bags, “Baby, don't tell me you don't have a ssssuuuuper strong boyfriend to hold these for you.” taking them from your hands and watching your expression soften. 

“What kinda boyfriend would let you walk around holding your own bags-” he scoffed, jokingly making fun of himself as you smiled warmly at him. 

Be it the general brain splitting headache you felt at that moment- or the heartmelting warmth you felt looking at him, “You're such a good boy.” you muttered- bordering on an illegable whisper, but Ino heard it. 

His eyes widened in the slightest and parted his lips at the name. “Me?” Ino whispered back, you only nodded ‘yes’ with tired eyes. Leaning in a little to you ear- too cautious for anyone to hear. “A good boy?” he whispered again. Watching the little smile on your lips widen with eager eyes. 

“The goodest boy.” you whispered with a smug tone- knowing he liked being praised in general. You knew he would like the little name. 

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(a.n) does this count as smut? kinda a grey area me thinks. Didn't know how to tag it. (p.s) im so hungry rn and need to go spend wayyyy too much money on tile :(

[girlbowser]

Give meq tgat fefat <> roxy stuffff please

alright bear with me for a second i gotta paint a word picture

imagine youre roxy lalonde, right.

you just entered the game. youve got a bottle of momslime. your modus was literally built to hold ectobiologized goo. youve been feeling the weight of destiny on your shoulders -- YOU ARE GOING TO MEET HER. she might be dead but you are going to meet her.

and you get to your sprite,

and theres just

a fucking

CLOWN

and two corpses that he throws into the kernel.

(the first homestuck fic i ever read, Conference Call, has a version of the erisolsprite prototyping. they fought gamzee and got their fuckin asses kicked. its great.)

and then youre left with just. Some Alien Bitch. and its like the universe is teasing you, because she's partially the DIRECT DESCENDANT of the fishwitch what killed your mom, and also a cat???? you are so sick to death of cats. you have been up to your fucking ass in cats. its just too much

and then she just. talks to you

and you slowly start to listen

you hear about her lives on alternia. what it was like being a princess, what it was like being the pauper. how they weren't even really friends, before -- they ran in different circles.

but they're one person, now. one person dedicated to *helping you.*

we never find out how roxy quit drinking, or who helped her through it

(it was fefeta)

and fefeta *loves* you. she listens to you talk about boys. you talk about your mom. fefeta never really spoke to her... but her nepeta half *knows what happened to your kitty frigglish* after he died. and frigglish said that your mom was okay.

that everything was going to be okay

and it's just. jane had her shit. jake was up in his shit. dirk had fucked off with his shit. and roxy really only had fefeta!!!!!!!!

and i think they were moirails and i think they loved each other so much. frankly. tbf.

roxy is a trans woman, fefeta is newly plural. they have a lot in common. tbqh. its like. its very beautiful. in my eyes. in my vision.

and then

she dies

and this is like. this is a really big fucking deal honestly?

fefeta's death is like. a huge thing. its one of the only things she tells john about when summarizing the entirety of her session.

and this isnt something she magically gets back in the post-retcon timeline, either

like... when fefeta dies, there isnt a post-retcon fefeta. (we'll GET TO YOU JASPROSE.) it's just roxy who remembers fefeta's existence at all -- her friends dont have any connection to her. *nobody alive in all of reality* remembers her.

fefeta isnt just dead, dude, shes Fucking GONE. shes the goner ever. shes fuckin erased.

but honestly

on a level? good for her.

we've seen what being in homestuck does to people. it warps them, reshapes them. (see the new hsbc upd8 for some cool imagery about it.) fefetasprite was never a real part of the story. she got away with being silent -- her words are hidden from us. she was never in LE's clutches.

and why would LE even want to clutch her

she's the sword that's going to kill him, after all

:3

i call fefetasprite the "cat fish witch" for a very important reason. a) its cute BUT B). if you look at caledfwlch, dave's sword, and just sorta. squint at the word. it looks like cat fish witch. that's fefeta. she Iss the cat fish witch.

so what does her death mean?

well it's not like dave used an UNBROKEN sword to fight LE.

feferi is the part of the sword still left in the stone. the part we forgot and left behind.

which leaves Nepeta, the other half of this broken sword, of the Cat Fish Witch

to kill the shit out of Lord English. B33

the sword was always going to kill him!!!!!!!! fefetasprite was the sword!!!!!!!!!!! NEPETA WAS ALWAYS FATED TO DEFEAT LORD ENGLISH!!!! AM I CLINICALLY INSANE? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. all this to say.

i wrote a fic about this.

check out the second work in the series for roxy processing the emotions that none of her post-retcon friends remember her moirail. it's some good stuff i think!!!!!!! also hal is there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway jasprose is just roxy's initial dream of reviving her mom in her kernelsprite brought to life through the most roundabout and indirect and stupid way possible. send POST

[joybabyjune]

Pandora’s Box

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summery: Frank left a box, hidden in your closet, filled with all sorts of exciting things. When he’s on his way to you, after he’s been away for a few weeks, he calls you and tells you to open it..

Warnings: Warnings: explicit (minors dni!!), smut, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, toys, bondage, anal play, anal (f receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, creampie, all the good stuffff..

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic and I’m super nervous to post it! I would love to hear what you think about it, but please be kind. ❤️

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I’m definitely not letting anyone I know irl read my dirty fantasies 😂 So please don’t mind any grammar/spelling errors.

Masterlist

It's around 7 pm when you let yourself fall onto the couch. It's been a long day at work and after having a quick drink and a bite with some co workers, you're happy it's weekend.

You kick off your heels when you hear your phone ring, not your normal phone, but the burner phone you got from Frank. It’s been over three weeks since you last saw him. Your heart leaps and you hurry to grab your purse, searching for the small flipphone inside. "Where are you.." You mumble to yourself, but then you see it. "Hello." You answer eagerly.

You hear him breath out a little laugh. "Hey, sweetheart." His raspy voice sounds through the phone. "Just got home?" He asks.

"Yes, had a long day." You say yawning.

He hums. "So maybe I shouldn't come over, huh?" He says, amusement in his voice.

"You already know you're always welcome." You say biting your lip. "Are you in New York?" You ask excitedly.

"Not yet, but I'm on my way." He says. "Can be at your place in about.. An hour.."

"Y-yeah, of course." You say looking at your watch. It'll give you enough time to take a shower and make yourself presentable. He usually doesn't call ahead, but just appears at your doorstep, more often than not in the middle of the night.

"Gotta do something for me first, pretty girl." He says, his voice a bit lower.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" You ask.

"There is a box in the closet in your bedroom." He says. "Need you to get it, can you do that for me?"

"A box?" You ask curiously and you get up to get it.

"Hmhm." He says teasingly. "Found it?”

"Yes.." You say, putting him on speaker while you lift it up and place it on your bed. "C-can I open it?" You ask a little nervously.

He chuckles breathily. "You can, sweetheart."

You lift off the lid and peer inside, gasping for air when you see what he left for you. "Frank.." You say.

"Like it?" He asks and you can hear the grin on his face. "Take it out, pretty girl."

You see a gorgeous set of red lingerie and you lift it from the box. "I-it's beautiful!" You say. "You want me to wear that for you tonight?" You ask.

"That was the plan." He says chuckling. "There's more.." He says.

"More?" You mutter as you crumple up the pretty gift paper in search of something else. "Oh my- Frank! A buttplug?" You gasp, looking at the box with a shiny, silver plug inside.

He laughs. "Take it from the box, you'll like it." He says.

"I-it's intimidating.." You say as you take it out of its packaging. "Oh.." You add as you see the foot of the plug is heartshaped and is decorated with a pretty red gemstone. "It's very pretty.."

"Want you to wear it tonight.." He says. "It'll look so good in that little ass of yours.." He says, and he groans a little at the thought.

"Hmm.." You moan squeezing you thighs together at his enthousiasm. "I'll try, okey?" You say.

"Good girl.." He says. "You should find some lube in the box as well.. And there's still more.."

"More?" You ask, wondering what more could possibly be inside. You look around through the gift paper and find a pair of fluffy, red handcuffs. This makes you chuckle. "See you upgraded your belt.." You say as you jiggle them to let him hear what you found. You had liked the way he tied up your hands with his belt, but you also like the cute handcuffs.

He laughs. "Had to stay in the theme, right." He says. "One more thing, sweetheart." He says.

You look through the box again, finding an throwing aside the small lube bottle and at last, you see a soft black blindfold. "Hmm.. A blindfold too.." You moan. "What do you have in store for me tonight, Frankie.."

"You'll see, pretty girl.." He says. "You just have to get ready, put on the lingerie, the blindfold and the plug.. And then wait for me on your knees on the bedroom floor. I'll let myself in. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

You moan softly. "Yess.. I-I can do that.."

"Good girl.." He says. "See you in about 45 minutes, okey?"

"Yes.. I'll be ready." You say and he disconnects the call.

Oh my god, what a turn did this night take. You quickly shed off your clothes and hurry into the bathroom. Your hair still looks fine, so you tie it up carefully to make sure it doesn't get wet and you step under the hot stream.

After you're clean, shaved and lotioned, you put on the set that Frank picked for you. The thought of him in a lingerie store makes you chuckle. He has good taste. The red color looks great on your skin tone. When you pull the panties up, you notice they are crotchless and you blush. Frank has seen you naked plenty of times, but for some reason wearing these panties makes you feel exposed.

When you're dressed you let your hair down again and redo your makeup, choosing a red lipstick, since Frank seems to like that color.

You look at the time and see that you have about 5 minutes before Frank will arrive. It's time for the last step. You bite your lip nervously and grab the lube bottle and the plug. Frank has put his thumb and fingers in your ass before and you liked that, so this should be fine too, right? You lie down on the bed, squeeze some lube on the shiny metal and spread it around with your fingers. You rub the slippery liquid that's now coating your fingers on your ass, massaging it like Frank would do to get the muscle to relax. You hold your breath when you showly push the toy inside you. "Oh fuck.." You whisper to yourself when you feel a painful stretch but you continue, wanting to please Frank. You push a little further and it easily slides into place as if your ass is swallowing the metal bulb. "Oh my god.." You whimper at the feeling and you squeeze your thighs together.

You get up on shaky legs and walk to the mirror, wanting to see how it looks. The heart is turned slightly to the side and you turn it, so it's straight. You love how it looks and it makes you feel sexy and naughty. You can't wait to see Frank's reaction.

Like talking about the devil, you hear the front door opening. Your eyes widen and you quickly grab the blindfold, place it over your eyes and kneel on the rug in front of the bed. Your heart's pounding as you hear his boots on the floor and his keys drop on your kitchen table.

The bedroom door opens and he get's inside. "Fuck.." He groans. "Even better than I imagined.."

You bite your lip and wiggle a little in anticipation. You love to give yourself over to him and be his good little girl, but you also like to tease a little. "Hi Frankie.." You say and you spread your legs wide.

"Hmmm.." He hums and you hear him undo his belt. "So pretty for me.."

You hear him fumble with his clothes and as much as it turns you on that you can't see what he's doing, you want to watch him. "I wanna see.." You mumble.

"That right?" He asks teasingly and you hum. "Open your mouth." He says ignoring your request.

You immediately open your mouth, sticking out your tongue a little. "Good girl.." He says and he gently feeds you his cock.

You moan and wrap you lips around his girth. You love sucking cock and you especially love his cock. It's big and thick and it gets rockhard. You place your hands on his thighs and slide him deeper in your mouth, earning yourself a groan from Frank. "That's it.. Missed that mouth.."

You moan around him as you start sucking him nice and deep, the way you know he likes it, using a lot of spit, to make it nice and slippery. You move one hand from his thigh to his shaft, stroking the part you don't fit in your mouth and use your other hand to fondle his balls. "Fuck.. That feels so good.." He growls as you gag on him, his breathing sounding more strained.

He let's you continue your magic a little longer, before he wraps his hand in your hair and gently pulls you off him. "Noo.." You protest a little and he chuckles.

"Gonna make me cum if you continue like that, pretty.." He says and you pout. You hear him laugh through his nose. "Did you manage to fit the plug?"

"Y-yes.." You say shyly.

"Good girl.." He says proudly. "Show me.." He helps you on your shaking legs and guides you on hands and knees on the bed. "Fuckk..." He growls. "That's so perfect.." He pushes the plug a little deeper in your ass, making you whimper.

"You like it, Frankie?" You moan and you wiggle your butt a little.

"Fucking love it.." He says and without warning he licks a slow wide stripe over your dripping pussy. "And you're so wet.." He hums in enjoyment against your clit. "That all for me?"

"F-fuck.. Yesss.." You moan and your legs shake. You lie down with your face on the bed, arching your back and giving him better access to your clit.

He dives in again, swirling his tongue around your clit and sliding his tongue all the way through your lips and over the red gemstone of the plug. "Oh godd.." You moan. You've been with a few people in your life, but Frank has the best tongue by far.

"Hmm tastes so good.." He hums before sticking his tongue as deep in your pussy as possible.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and sucks your clit in his mouth. You gasp for air and grab at the sheets. "Oh Frank! I'm gonna cum!"

He growls against your skin. "Do it, sweetheart.." He encourages you.

A warm wave of pleasure rushes through your body as you fall apart. You clench around his fingers and shock on his tongue. "Fuckk!!" You cry out. "Oh fuck, Frank.. That was amazing.." You pant as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and gives your clit a final kiss.

"Hmmm.." He hums and he moves away. You hear him undress and feel the bed dip as he gets on it behind you. "Crawl a bit further." He tells you and he slaps your ass.

You shriek a little and do as he says until you think you're in the middle of the bed. "Good girl.." He says. "Stretch your arms in front of you."

You place your arms in front of you comfortably and you feel how he fastens the handcuff around your right wrist. You can't see, but you recon he loops the chain around your headboard and he fastens your left wrist as well. You test your restraints and moan a little when you notice you're stuck like this now. He chuckles. "Like that, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes.." You moan and by the way the bed shifts, you know he's now behind you again.

"That plug looks like it's made for you.." He says and he almost sounds like he's in awe. He pushes it in a bit deeper and than slowly starts pulling it out.

"Oh fuck.." You whimper as you feel the wide part stretch your muscles before it slips out. Your legs shake.

He growls a little. "Opening up so perfectly for me.." He mutters and then you feel his tongue on the freshly stretched hole.

"Frank!" You gasp in disbelieve as he pushes the tip of his tongue inside you.

"Perfect little ass.." He rasps as he pushes the plug against you again. "Want this back?"

"Yess.." You moan and he slowly pushes it back inside you. You whimper at the stretching sensation and pull on the cuffs.

"You good?" He checks with you.

"Yes.. S-so good.." You pant and wiggle your butt.

"Tell me when you're not, hmm?" He says, caressing the skin of your thighs and ass.

"Yes.." You promise.

"Good girl.." He says and you feel him rub the head of his cock through your wet lips. He lines himself up with your hole and you moan loudly as he slowly slides into you. "Ohh fuck.." He hisses out. "That pussy's gonna be the death of me.." He mutters as he stills deep inside of you, trying not to cum immediately.

You smile against the matress. "That's how The Punisher is gonna leave this world?" You tease as you clench around him on purpose.

He laughs breathily. "Getting brave there, hm?" He teases as he slowly pulls back before sharply thrusting back in, knocking the air from your longs.

"Fuck!" You cry out in pleasure and shock.

"That's what you get, huh.." He says and he starts fucking you in a steady rhythm.

"Holy shit.. So full.." You mumble into the matress. He normally already stretches you up so much with how big he is, but combined with the metal toy in your ass it's overwhelming.

"Yeah.. You like that, pretty girl?" He asks and he slowly starts to pull on the plug again while still fucking you. He doesn't pull it out completely, but pushes it back in.

"Fuck yes.." You moan as he repeats his actions a few times, basically fucking your ass with the plug alternating with his cock in your pussy. "Feels so fucking good.. I-I'm gonna cum, Frankie.."

He growls. "Yesss...." He hisses. "Cum on my cock.." He encourages you. "Do it.."

"Please don't stop!" You cry out. "So close! Fuck!!" You're louder than ever before as you climax around him. Your hips and legs shake and you pull on your restraints. "Holy fucking shit!" You pant as you come down from your high.

"Attagirl.." He says, pride audible in his voice. He gently pulls the plug from your ass and throws it aside. "Such a good girl for me.." He caresses the skin of your lower back and your thighs.

"Oh, Frank.." You say, still panting. "That was amazing.."

"Hmmhmm.." He hums and slowly pulls out of you. "Gonna flip you over, okey?"

"Yes.." You answer a little bit drunk from the intense orgasm.

He lifts u up easily and turns you over so you're on your back, your hands still tied above your head to the headboard. "You're so fucking pretty.." He says as he admires you. "Wanna see those pretty eyes.." He adds and he takes off your blindfold.

You blink as even the dimmed lighting is bright for your eyes right now. When you're adjusted you look at him, biting your lip. "God.. You're so hot.." You say involuntarily, making him chuckle. His hair is messy and the way the lighting hits his body, makes sure you can see every muscle in his sculpted torso. You look down at his rock hard cock, wet from your juices and it makes your mouth water.

"Done staring?" He teases. "Or do I need to put the blindfold back on?"

"No.." You whimper and he laughs, crawling over your body and kissing you. You moan in his mouth, only now noticing that this is the first time his kisses you tonight. One of his arms rests above your head and the hand of the other, cups your jaw while he deepens the kiss. You feel his cock between your legs, against your pussy and then against your, now sensitive, asshole. For the first time tonight you think about if he is planning on fucking your ass tonight and you tense up a little at the thought.

"What's wrong?" He asks, breaking the kiss and sliding his nose against yours.

"D-did you intend to.. F-fuck my ass tonight?" You ask shyly.

He moves away a little so he can look at your face. "I would like to.." He says. "If you want that too.."

You bite your lip as you look up at him, thinking it over. The idea turns you on, but it also scares you because he's so big. "I-if you go slow.." You say carefully.

"Yeah?" He asks. You dare say you see a glimmer of hope in his eyes and that sight pushes you over the edge.

You nod. "Yes.. I wanna try." You say a little more confidently.

He sits up and looks for the lube bottle. It's somewhere on the bed and he quickly finds it. "You tell me if I need to stop, okey?" He says as he squirts some lube on his cock, jerking himself to spread it. "Pull your legs up a little." He says and you comply. He rubs some lube on your asshole and gently pushes two fingers inside you.

You moan a little at the intrusion and you slowly start to get excited about having his cock in there. "Please.." You whimper quietly. His eyes shoot up to yours and he growls softly, liking that you beg him for it.

"Heard that.." He smirks a little. "Want my cock in here, sweetheart?" He says accentuating his words by moving his fingers inside you.

"Yess.. Please, Frank.." You say a little more purposefully.

"Good girl.." He groans and he pulls back his fingers. He looks you in the eyes as he positions himself against the tight hole and slowly but surely pushes in the head of his cock.

You bite your lip in anticipation and nod at him to continue as it doesn't hurt. He pushes a bit further and you moan at the feeling of being stretched, rolling your eyes back into your head. "Oh my god.." You pant. He pushes a bit further and you flinch a little as it starts to hurt. "S-slowly.."

He pulls back a little. "Doing so well for me.." He praises as he pushes back in again a little further than before. "Taking me so well, sweetheart.."

You moan as he slowly keeps pulling back and pushing back in a little deeper than before. It goes so well, it's amost painless and you moan as it starts to feel good. "Oh, Frank.."

"Almost all of it, pretty girl.." He says as he leans over and starts kissing your face. "You feel so good.. Fuck.." He says as his hips touch yours. "That's all of me, sweetheart.." He says, resting his forehead against yours.

"Feels so good.." You pant as he stills deep inside of you. "Please fuck me, Frankie.." You ask and he immediately complies, sliding out halfway and pushing back in. The pain has completely faded now and it's only pleasure that you're experiencing. "Yess.." You hiss and you wrap your legs around his hips.

He growls. "Fuck that tight ass feels so good around my cock.." He says, his voice a bit shaky. You can tell he's struggling not to cum. He starts a slow pace, fucking your ass deeply while he burries his face in your neck.

"Harder.. Please.." You moan as you need more.

He looks at you in disbelieve and quickens his pace before kissing you deeply. "Oh you're so perfect.. So perfect.." He mumbles against your lips. "Can't go much longer." His voice is strained. His hand moves to beween your bodies and he fiercely starts rubbing your clit. "Need you to cum for me one more time.." He says. "Cum with my cock in your ass.."

You moan loudly at his words and at the way he stimulates your clit. "Oh I'm so close.. Harder, Frankie, please!" You cry out.

He fucks you even harder, still rubbing your clit. "Cum for me.." He growls.

Your whole body tenses and shocks as you orgasm. You can't even speak because of how forceful it is. "Fuck!!!" Is the only thing you can manage.

You look up at him and he looks at you in awe. His jaw is slack and his eyes are wild. "Gonna fill that fucking ass up.." He growls and his body stiffens as he cums hard inside your ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groans.

"Oh my god.." You say panting loudly, your heart pounding in your chest.

He rests his head in the crook on your neck and sighs deeply. "Fucking hell, that was so good.." He pants sleepily, sliding his softening cock from your ass. You can feel the cum leaking out of you, but you don't care about that right now.

"Frank?" You say after a few minutes.

"Hmm?" He hums sleepily.

"My hands." You say. They're still tied up.

He huffs a laugh through his nose and props himself up on his elbow. He reaches over and easily opens the cuffs. You rub your wrists and roll you shoulders. "Better?" He asks, looking down at you, complete satisfaction visible on his face.

"Lots." You answer and he kisses your lips gently. "Thank you, Frankie.." You say. "Tonight was amazing."

"You were amazing." He answers. You lie there together for a few more minutes, relishing in how good you're feeling. "As much as I wanna stay here all night.. We need a shower and some food.." He says and he slowly gets up from the bed.

"Hmmmm, no.." You protest, frowning a little.

"Get your ass in the shower." He say as he opens your closet to find clean sheets.

When you finish your shower, Frank tosses you his shirt. “Here, wear this.” He says. “Pizza’s on it’s way.” He kisses your forehead lovingly after you pulled his shirt over your head.

How on earth did you get so lucky, you think as you admire his naked form while he walks into the bathroom for a shower of his own.

[lagoliri]

hiii!!!! new post! it's a progress dump for a game im working on!!

here's the current progress!!! its a 2d grid mapped to a ball!! right now the textures are random but

here's also some npc / player concepts before i relearn how to do a bunch of blender stuffff. sorry for the contrast i lost my digital art pen :'D

the villagers on your planet are created by using an item on furniture you got shipped from space. wild animals on your planet are things like capacitors and magnetrons. powerlines are plants that grow like weeds. roads connect like slime molds. skyscrapers a houses you didn't prune.

i have a lot of ideas for this game. we'll see how many make it to the end!!!

[reinafish]

COGUH how’s your dayyyyy? :> and omg if you have any fav characters or ocs you have you’d like to info dump about or just whatever PLEASE I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR/nf

OMG RAAPNFEQRUHIFERUPHIERWGIUWETGRGTH I LOVE THE ARTT💖💖💖 and my day has been well, especially now!! :000

AND YAYAYY I CAN INFODUMP!

UHH I HAVE THIS OC NAMED NARP RIGHT-

Her name is Narp (“Narp Narp”) and I just used it as a placeholder, also accidentally mispelling “Gnarp Gnarp”- but thennnnn i got attached to it lol

She’s an alien girl scout (galaxy scout? Idk what to name it yet aaaaaaa), and she lives in a space station thing. Uh there’s more in her scout troop thingy and there’s her leader!! Who has a design but no named yet..💔💔

She’s actually not just an alien… but a robot alien :000 Her planet was destroyed when she was younger, and it almost killed her. So they decided to heal her and replace like the missing stuff w robot parts i guess :D

Considering she’s a child… and that happened when she was very young, she doesn’t really remember it :/

Narp loves to travel different planets and galaxies and meet new people!! Unrelated, but she reminds me of Kirby idk I think he was an inspo-

She’s also terrified of water for some reason (noo way sonic reference guys?!?!😱😱/j). Maybe that’s related to how her planet was destroyed… or she just thinks that water is weird ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some angst: she keeps forgetting to eat. She doesn’t need to as much anymore, being half robot, but she still has to!! But she keeps forgetting (there’s no angsty-er reason, she’s just forgetful)

Hmmmm ik there’s more but I can’t remember right now…

Here’s Narp and the leader girl (who came from an apocalyptic earth w its own lore n stuffff):

The leader gives Whisper vibes tbh

THANK U KNIZUU<333!!

[musette22]

MINNIEEE *runs around in circles flailing*

Minnniieeee omgggg so much has happened I just went through the last month of your blog catching up on stuffff happy new year lovely! Pls give Lily New Years kisses for me too!

Big updates: I MOVED OUT OF MY CHILDHOOD HOUSE! I’ve been living at home while I get a new certification after graduating university. I just got my certification and I moved to the city of my dreams. I’ve been saying I’m gonna live here since I was in 5th grade and yesterday I moved. I also got a new job that I start training for in a week. I was able to get Taylor tickets so I’m going to see Taylor Swift for the first time in May AND!!!! I WROTE SOME NEW EVANSTAN + KIDDO TO SHARE V SOON! LOVE YOUUUU

Sophieeee oh my goodness, this all sounds AMAZING!! 💕💕

Congratulations on moving out and moving to the city of your dreams, that's so exciting! 😍😍 And you got Taylor tickets!!!!! YAY, I'm so excited for youuuuuu 🥰 And you graduated AND got a new job?! Whoaaa go you! 💪🏻 Love this for you, honey <333 And new Evanstan + kiddo coming too?? Love that for us 😍 I'm super happy for you, my darling, thanks for stopping by with an update! Love youuuu and HAPPY NEW YEAR from me and Lily to you too!! 😘😘

[l0s3rswrld]

★ Dead opportunity

Girl I'm not getting that job 🙄 I'm okay with it though loll I didn't know what id be doing exactly anyway I just wish I got it so that'd I'd get the money out of it

★ Shopping !!

I ORDERED SOME NEW STUFFFF I can't wait to get it so that I can upgrade my wardrobe <3 it's getting cuter and cuter everyday

★ Testing. . .

Self explanatory 😒

[danganronpabutimagineswoah]

Oneshot #1 | Kokichi Oma

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

About ;; Kitsune Kokichi meets a new wisher and woah becomes their friend? — Mod Chiaki

— Warnings ;; Not proof read

— Character ;; Kokichi Oma

— Fandom ;; Danganronpa

— Ship ;; Koichi x FReader

— Notes ;; I’m like so dead right now but I whipped this up real quick so sorry for bad whatever uh writing in this! This is also a Kitsune AU and I’m also sorry if I get him out of character and or having bad information about Kitsune I’m just going with the flow.

Kitsunes are known for their mischievous and sly personalitys, but they were also known for making wishes.. for a price of course! The price itself depends on what the wisher wishes for really, the most that they can do is take their souls so after they wisher dies the Kitsunes can do whatever they want with them.

Kokichi was a well known kitsune around a small village, usaully waiting for a poor unexpected soul to walk into his shrine. Kokichi tends to play harmless pranks with the villagers not meaning to harm them physically well, unless you make a certain wish but that’s another topic

It was a normal glistening humid day and Kokichi was waiting for something to happening, anything really, hell he might go and start teasing Kaito if it keeps up. But soon hearing footsteps coming towards him, he soon sees a girl with h/c coming towards his shrine. Normally he’d prank them and then run off to find another victim but something told him that they were here to make a wish, and he ain’t missing a wishing opportunity.

Watching you closely he’d watch see you go towards his shrine and ring the bell. Now he can pick to appear or not depending on his mood, finally with a cheeky grin a black smoke appeared in front of the girl and as soon as she blinked a figure with 9 fox tails and perky ears was upon her.

“Hellloooo” Kokichi exclaimed as he waved his hand around your face. Snapping out of the trance you backed up instinctively which cause Kokichi to walk up to you more “Hey hey aren’t you gonna make a wish?” You tilted your hand a little which only caused Kokichi to pout “I-I thought you w-were! I came all t-this way to appear in front o-of you just so you c-can tilt your head at me?!— You’re so MeANNnnNnN” a loud cry erupted from the petite kitsune as he waved his arms around like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

You held your breathe as you went towards the purple gremlin that was on the ground “A-ah sorry I just thought you meant something else.. but yeah I’m here to make a wish” suddenly Kokichi jumped onto his feet and seemingly summoned a clipboard and pen “Okay what do you wish for? Anything you want I can do but it'll—” “I want a friend” “So don’t be too— wait what” now it was Kokichis turn to look confused “you literally could have anything and you want a friend?” You just nodded “Geezzz aren’t you boring.. but sure” soon the clipboard vanished along with the Kokichi himself. Soon a leaf fell onto your h/c head, plucking it off it had a message which said “Go back home. You’ll meet your new friend soon.” Suddenly a gust of chilling wind came from the north and made the leaf that held said message fly away which only leaved you with your thoughts.

Turning around you wondered what’s gonna happen, was it really worth wishing for a friend? What kind of person would be that pathetic to wish for a friend over anything else in the world? “me..” she’d mumble to herself as you carried yourself over the wooden oak fence that was blocking your home from the outside world. Feeling the slight sting when you grabbed for the metal knob you felt 2 eyes watching you, shaking off then feeling you opened the door “welcome back” a voice echoed across the whole cold and empty house all the way towards your ears, a cold shiver went through the core of her body as she put the item that she was holding down on the floor “hello?—”

Her sentence was suddenly cut by a familiar warmth of a petite purple haired figure jumping towards you “K-kokichi!?—” “Don’t worry I didn’t break any windows!~” very very confused you looked at him with your e/c eyes “Welllll I decided since I was bored and stuffff that I’ll be your new friend! Be grateful” he’d exclaimed as he jumped on your sofa “Uh okay?—” not really knowing what to do you’d just close the door and scrambled your way to the sofa as well.

Kokichi seemingly eyed you as you made your way towards him “Sooo wanna play a game?” He asked, sitting down on the plump sofa you noticed his eyes were glistening with something, probably mischievous but at this point ride or die. She’d nodded warily as Kokichi smiled, soon boardgames suddenly appeared around you two “Great answer! Let’s play of these before dawn!” Oh god.

You didn’t really remember anything really, all you knew was you blacked out when you started to play clue for the 5th time in a row. Groaning slightly you felt another warmth beside her, similar to a fireplace really. Slowly opening your eyes you were met with purple hair and the scent of grape panta “huh..” your voice felt slightly horsed, remembering that you two kinda had a yell off “hope the neighbors don’t get mad” she thought as you tried to move only to realize your right arm was being held by something or someone.

Turning her head around she realized that Kokichi was clinging onto her arm, “he really looks innocent in his sleep” you’d mumble softly as you try to pry away only for Kokichi to tighten his grasp even more, sighing she’d use her free arm and gently shook him “Kokichi let go of my arm..” but a small groan was the only answer you got. Sighing you shook him harder but that didn’t work either “Oma..” suddenly he shot his eyes open and looked at you, for a millisecond he looked like a lost child that just remembered his name but soon he only smirked as he let go of your arm “Geez I never knew you were so clingy Y/n~” “Kokichi you were literally the one who wouldn’t let go of my arm”.

With a deep sigh she’d walk towards the kitchen counter and started to make breakfast “Personally I don’t eat breakfast but those games made me hungry..” watching Kokichi sit down on the counter chair or whatever you call it he smiled as he watched you cook in the kitchen, “Hey what happened after I blacked out anyways?” Seemingly snapping out of his trance Kokichi spoke “Well first off I thought you were fake sleeping cause you were salty but then you didn’t wake up so naturally I used markers on your face—” “Wait what—” “That was a lie nishishishi” she rolled her eyes “I cleaned up everything cause I’m mature and stuff, I actually was gonna put you on your bed but then you grabbed my arm and you know started being all fluffy with me~” a red hue blossomed around your cheeks “A-ah sorry I didn’t know heh..” “Nee-heehee don’t worry about it I know you want a piece of me—” he was cut off by a oven glove thrown at his face.

Prying it off he’d look at you with a look that said “Bring it on” and that’s how a kitchen war started in the morning. Laughter was filled all over the now warm and lively house, you took some batter you made the night before and threw it at Kokichi who only dodged in response, he’d grab a plastic bowl and threw it at you.

The same thing happened all through out the morning until you both collapsed on the kitchen ground giggling like crazy people “Kokichi I wanted to say thanks by the way” Kokichi looked into your e/c eyes “For you know granting my wish and junk, and well you know.. being my first ever person I’d call a friend” she’d smile softly at the kitsune, and as if on cue a bright light of sun came through the window and onto her. For some reason Kokichi felt like the world slowed down, he gulped and let a breath out “Well duhhh that wouldn’t be very good business would it now?” He’d chuckle back trying to ignore the feeling.

Getting up from the kitchen floor you wiped dust off your clothing as she offered a hand to Kokichi, and as expected he denied it as he got up himself but you seemed to catch him say something but you couldn’t quite catch the sentence, Kokichi seemed to notice you staring at him, smiling he’d grab your hand and led you towards the door

❝I’m happy you’re my friend too..❞

[nicomacheannothing]

12-19-2020

This is a late-ass post. I will probably go to bed and finish it later, but I needed to update, so I figured I’d started while waiting for my tan to dry. :p I got my ears pierced again last weekend! I love the look of having two ear piercings! I went to a different shop this time because these rumors started going around that the owner of the the old shop was a creeper. I never had any problems there; the owner mostly worked at the shop’s other location in a different city, but both of the women who helped me when I got my first piercings quit over the issues. I figured it must be serious. SO, I went to a new place that a friend recommended. It was also a very good experience. That was a slow day for them, so I didn’t have to worry too much about social distancing, but the shop seemed to have taken good precautions against COVID. I had to wear a mask the whole time and they were very efficient. Annnd the piercing looks awesome of course:

I might have mentioned this before, but I like the experience of going to a piercing studio because its one of the few experiences I’ve had where NO ONE questions the decisions I’m making about my own body. You just walk in, say what you want, sign a waver and that’s it! They trust that you know what you’re getting into and don’t ask why. It sounds like a small thing, but it’s silly how rare it is. Even in medical settings, I sometimes feel like I’m being interrogated when I ask for something. When I got my first IUD, I was confronted with an army of nurses and doctors asking me if I was 100% sure, asking about my sexual history, presenting me with other options that would have been more commonly recommended for women of my age. They were all nice and I know they had my best interests at heart, but jeez. Getting the IUD was still an empowering experience, but sometimes, it’s nice just to have someone trust that you know what you want and what you’re doing. I doubt I’ll ever get any kind of heavy body modification, but I understand now why people do it. It really is about building a more empowered relationship with your own body. Yeah, I know I’m making sort of a big deal out of a freaking earlobe piercing lol. But seriously, I’ve been treated like a child by so many people throughout my life. I liked having people around me, even for a moment, who treated me like an adult.  Speaking of empowerment, I also had the piercer change my navel jewelry while I was there! The original ball was stuck on the bar. Blah. She managed to get it un-stuck and replaced it with a much prettier new ring that I bought from Bodyartforms. I was a immediately more comfortable than my starter jewelry and it’s sparkly! I’ve been loving it so far. And I’m thankful that the navel piercing healed properly! I had some issues with it over the summer. Yup, right in the middle of the lockdown. I got a tele-appointment with a doc and she prescribed me some antibiotics. That cleared up the issue, thank goodness. It’s fine now though, especially since the new jewelry fits me better. And did I mention that it’s sparkly?? 

Please ignore the box of mini ginger snaps in the corner haha, My room is a mess because of birthday and Christmas stuffff. Speaking of which, I should probably bounce. I have a lot more to write about, but I’m going out to do some more holiday shopping in a couple hours. Crunch time! I hope everyone is having a good end-of-year time! :)

[harryfeatgaga]

Oooh what did you get from keihls 👀 I’m thinking about getting this exfoliating liquid product from a brand called paulas choice everyone seems to love it and I wanna up my skincare game lmao

I got skin rescuer hydrating cream and midnight hydration serum!!! I ran out after having them for so long and they were having a sale so I ordered some new stuffff

[the-poutine-routine]

Hello, coach-change anon again:) Turns out I don't have just two questions. Here goes: 1) What's the implication of Carreira/Ponomarenko moving up to seniors? Competitive pool outlook? 2) What's the implication of the Knierim going to be coached by Aljona Savchenko? Your thoughts about her going into coaching? 3) Original source for Scott's "Umbrellas" quote? The "naive kids..." one :) 4) What program was that Scott referenced in the show, the "a lot of passion/what were parents thinking" THANKS

This was another doozy of a reply, and for that I apologize. But I pretty much just try to answer all the questions above. Prettyyyyy fun stuffff :))) #I’m getting worse at this #CLICKBAIT stuff.  

Hi again coach change anon! (finally, sorry for the hold up)

I’m just going to go through your questions in order because I feel like that’s easiest for both of us :)

Ok so Christina and Anthony, my sweet sweet children (who aren’t that much younger than me, so I’m just making this weird now). I am super proud of them and think that they are totally ready to move up to senior. They are still somewhat young, but given their accomplishments from this past season, I feel like moving up to senior’s probably a better choice than just sitting around in junior and being almost guaranteed to win everything. HOWEVER, this doesn’t mean that it’s going to be a smooth ride to the top for them. The US ice dance field is very deep, and has been for at least the past 10 years. Even with the shibs taking a season off, we already have our top 3 teams: JLB and KHaw, Bock, and HD, all of whom are training at the same rink with the same coaches, so it will be interesting to see how that plays out. (quick tangent, but I sort of thought Madi and Evan were going to retire which would have opened up another top US dance spot, but I was wrong. Womp womp.) Furthermore, there are the teams who moved up to senior more recently (the Parsons, Carpenter and McNamara) who are pretty much just chilling and waiting for the already established teams to retire so that they can grab those top spots. Although it’s great that the US consistently has such excellent ice dance teams, this kind of creates a traffic jam of sorts that can be stunting to the development of the newer seniors. For example, if we look at Kaitlin and Jean Luc, they have been skating together for a little while and have been consistently in that 4th/5th place spot among the US teams for several years now. Although they are an absolutely fantastic team (I got to see them live about a month ago, that Austin Powers program was very high quality. A+.), by the time they have gotten to the place that they are now of being this “great new up and coming team”, they are already the same ages as the top teams from other countries like Papadakis and Cizeron. To make a long story short, although I am very excited for Christina and Anthony to be making this next step in their career, I also am a little nervous that they will get stuck waiting for the older teams to retire before they can move to the top. On the bright side, however, it seems that these two already have a bit more stacked résumé as well as a pretty loyal fan base as juniors, than many of the other up-and-coming US teams. I think that many people (including myself) see a lot of potential in them, and given the right amount of training and dedication, I fully believe that they may be able to surpass many of the other US teams who are already competing at the senior level. BUT, these are all just my takes and opinions, and I in no way am going to claim that I am an all-knowing ice dance god, or that I can predict the future of the sport. So really we’ll just have to wait and see how things play out.

I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m really not a huge pairs person. That being said, sure I’m supportive of the coaching change. I honestly did think that the Knierims were going to retire this year. Watching them skate, Chris especially kind of looked like he was ready to be done. Hopefully Aljona will maybe be able to restore some of that energy and passion for the sport into their skating (but again, I don’t really know all that much about them so I could be completely off base). I think a natural next step for a lot of skaters is to begin coaching. I’m happy that Aljona is choosing to stick around and contribute to the sport especially considered what a legendary pairs skater she is. I think it might actually be beneficial to all parties involved that Aljona won’t be taking any time off before jumping into coaching (although for god’s sake the girl at least deserves a nap or something) as she will have a very current take on how the sport works - simply from having competed just last season - which is not an advantage that all coaches have. 

So that quote as said by Scottifer…“We were seventeen and nineteen at the time, so it was easy for us to portray these characters because it was sort of what we were: naïve kids who could fall in love.”…is on page 90 of their book (yes, I looked it up, I actually have a terrible memory for this sort of thing). I, unfortunately do not the own the book, but google books does! And it can be found here. 

After a bit of research, I actually couldn’t find any information about the program itself. I know that it was the free dance from the 2002-2003 season, that it was their first year competing at junior, and that they got 7th at nationals. However, because (I think???), they didn’t compete internationally, there is pretty much no information on the program itself, nor could I find any videos (sorry).If you do want to see the clip from the show with Scott talking about the photo, you can find the link to the episode here. The entire costume fitting clip starts at about 18:10, and includes some other favorites such as “KAPOW” (at 19:00). The actual “That’s a lot of passion…” quote is at about 18:30.

Sorry I couldn’t be 100% helpful for all of your questions, but nonetheless, YOU’RE WELCOME. And thank you for valuing my ranting enough to continue coming back, anon!

:)

[brak-pak]

M O R E S Q U A R E 

some outfits, anattomy practice, she has a long tail now and iits greatt shes sorta based off a monkey so she sits in weird poses and crouches near the floor a lot. she can also run on all fours and does so when startled!! shes also great at climbing and hates wearing shoes because they ruin her grip 

also while im getting you all up to date heres some info on Squares new powers!! TW body horror. her powers are really gross  shes got the ability to regenerate wounds/limbs/stuff via uhhh. vines. shes got plant powers now in the most grossest way possible 

she can also use the vines to attack!!! but they can only come out when theres a wound for them to grow out through, and it kinda hurts so she generally avoids that

she can also grow spikes and stuffff... debating giving her some kinda projectile attack with thorns but that might be pushing it 

unsure wether shes made out of plant or just has a plant motif. i dont want her to immediately die upon contact with fire but the vines are probably very flammable and she has to be careeful 

[moonstone27ls]

2020 fucked up my shows o3o

Normally I don’t cuss. I’m not saying it was entirely a bad year..... *Remembers we still have COVID* Okay I am. There have been some good stuff on TV. But due to COVID and some stupid studios we’ve lost a lot. Drunk History’s gone, We Bare Bears is gone (was it COVID or creative decision I don’t know I’m adding it as a casualty), Rise of the TMNT (stupid nick didn’t let me get more eps o3o),Venture Bros. Just a lot of good stuff we could have had more of 8/. Whether it was due to COVID or personal whatever shittt I don’t care. I’m still saying it 2020 wise it sucks >3>

ignore me slightly venting over some of my shows I was attached to. don’t get me wrong still glad we got Owl House and a few other shows but still just sucks to me. I dunno didn’t yall ever like a show and felt it could have done more if the studios had given them a chance instead of shucking them aside for the ones that made profit.... or didn’t go to stupid streaming (yeah looking at you HBO Max, Disney streaming and shit8B)

Don’t get me wrong on the streaming not judging those;buisness is buisness stuffff. But I’m not Kanye or Trump, I can’t afford to buy multiple streaming services just to watch a couple of shows. So while I’d get excited to hear about those new shows. Its a hollow victory cause well can’t get access to all of them o3o.

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Recruit - (Mitch Week “Chapter 14″ Special)

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles​

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, smut, langauge and stuffff..

Author’s Notes: So this is a chapter in the future of my Mitch x Reader series, The Recruit, and I was very apprehensive about posting it because when this posts, I’ll only have posted seven chapters of The Recruit so far and as you can read above, this is Chapter 14. I will not be adding this to my Masterlist, because this isn’t actually Chapter 14 either. I took a whole lot out and added some more vague stuff instead... basically, I made a one-shot out of a series piece. I hope it doesn’t suck. It should make sense and hopefully you all enjoy it. HAPPY MITCH WEEK<3 

Summary: Y/n and Mitch met at Stan Hurley’s special CIA training center called ‘The Barn’, a few months before. She was the best in their class besides Mitch and he immediately felt a connection to her. They had been through some personal trials recently involving some of the other trainees at The Barn, but for the most part their relationship was a secret. Stan had sent the trainees home for a week of Spring Break vacation. Y/n and Mitch snuck up to New York City to visit Mitch’s brother, Steven Rapp, and try to enjoy a week of normalcy.

You got off at the Fulton Street subway stop and began walking to Steven's building, where he was putting you both up for the week. Mitch had your hand clasped in his as you walked next to him, a smile spread across your face, weaving your way through the throngs of people and getting your fast New York legs to keep up with his long ones. He squeezed your hand and you looked up at him, slowing down your pace.

"I'm not used to us getting to be a normal couple." Mitch said, a subtle smile resting on his lips.

"I know what you mean.... talking about sex in restaurants, cuddling on the subway and holding hands in public... It’s weird getting to be with you so openly... It's nice though."

"Yea, I kept checking around us on the subway to see who would catch us or who was watching..."

"And no one was watching because New Yorkers don't give a fuck about what you're doing on the train?" You completed his sentence, laughing quietly.

Mitch laughed. "Basically. I've been looking over my shoulder for so long that I have got to learn to relax every once in a while."

"I could help.." You said with a smirk, as you pulled him out of the current of people walking on the sidewalk and pressed your fingers into his sternum. You leaned up and locked your lips to his, quickly escalating it by pushing your tongue into his mouth and massaging his with it. Mitch pulled you close to him and enveloped you with his body. Mitch pulled back and bit his upper lip, trying to quell the constant state of arousal that you had him in since that morning on the train up from D.C..

"How much longer until we're at Steve's?" He asked, growing impatient.

He dropped his bag and yours on the floor and closed the door, pocketing the spare key that Steven had left at the desk downstairs. You walked ahead of him, looking around and admiring Steven's big New York apartment.

"Your brother really does do well for himself, huh?" You said, staring at the vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows, and taking off your jacket, leaving it on a chair.

Mitch came up from behind you and pulled your wrist so you would come back to him. You stumbled towards him with a smile, and he scooped you up in his arms. You squealed as he kissed you, taking off his shoes with his feet, and walking to the couch. He laid you down, pulled your shoes off and threw them on the floor behind him. He watched your face as he pulled your right sock off slowly, kissing your feet and ankles as he threw the sock behind him. He repeated the action with the left sock.

"You are killing me with this going slow shit." You said with a grin.

Mitch cocked his head to the side, smirked and began undressing himself. You followed suit and soon you were both naked, and he was on top of you on the black leather couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your nails into his hair, lightly tugging and moaning as he kissed your jaw and neck.

"I've wanted you inside of me so badly ever since you put our bags away on the train. Your happy trail and abs.... God, you are so sexy." You whispered into his ear as he bit at your neck.

"Fuck, Y/N." Mitch pulled your body closer to his in one swift motion, wrapping your left leg around his waist. "You want my cock inside you?" He asked, a smirk breaking across his face.

You shook your head. "More than anything."

Mitch didn't need further convincing. He pressed the head of his cock, dripping with precum, against your already wet opening, and moaned as he pushed himself inside. He loved how tight you were when he didn't stretch you out at all. You exhaled deeply and gripped the cushion on the back of the couch. Mitch pumped slowly in and out of you, watching your face, as you watched his length filling you up repeatedly.

"You like watching me fuck you?" He asked, leaning over to sneak in a greedy and hungry kiss.

"So much. You're so big.. ahh... and so thick... ahh oh god... and you look so good when you're fucking me. ahhh Mitch, fuck." You could barely get the sentence out, because after every other word, Mitch pushed in a little deeper. He anchored his hands against your hips as he picked up his rhythm. He reached down and began rubbing your clit with his thumb. You snatched his hand away and pulled it up to massage your breast instead. Mitch slowed his pace and looked at you confused.

"You okay?" He asked as he came to a stop, keeping himself inside of you as he checked in.

You squirmed underneath him, not wanting the friction to end. "You can go down on me later."

"I can get you to finish now.." Mitch asserted.

You shook your head. "I don't want to wait for me to finish."

"I do."

You licked your lips. "I don't. Sometimes a girl just wants a good, old-fashioned fucking. I don't want to have to wait to feel you shoot a load inside of me, Mitch. I want you to fuck me and fill my pussy with your cum. Now." You looked serious and Mitch's breath hitched in the back of his throat. "Make it up to me later, fuck my brains out now."

Mitch felt the adrenaline and aggression building inside of him from your aggressive demands. He grinned mischievously and picked his rhythm back up, thrusting in and out of you as he leaned over to kiss you, and you left scratch marks on his shoulder blades. You ground roughly against his dick, wanting more of him inside of you.

"Harder." You whispered in his ear. Mitch straightened back out and began thrusting into you with more force, pushing down on your pointy hipbones to keep you in place. "Oh god, Mitch, yes. Just like that." You yelled. He watched as you reached your hands above you, anchoring yourself with the arm of the couch, and your tits bouncing with his thrusts. "Oh god, deeper, please baby. I want all of you." Mitch loved this dirty talking side of you.

He looked down and saw his dick coated in your juices and his thrusts became quicker and more vicious. He furrowed his brow and leaned down, breathing in her skin. You moaned in his ear and ran your fingers through his hair and purposefully contracted your walls around his cock.

"Oh holy fuck." He whispered as he felt your walls tighten even further around him. His thrusts got sloppy and he began panting and you could tell he was getting closer. You wanted to push him over the edge.

"I love feeling your big, thick cock throbbing and then filling me up with your cum." You whispered again between pants and Mitch straightened back up. He bit his lower lip as he thrust wildly and ruthlessly into your now raw and red pussy. "Ahh... ahh. oh god, you feel so good." You almost looked pained, like the feeling was too much. You pushed your hands against the arm of the couch, extending them and pushing yourself against him. You heard his hips smacking against your thighs as he pumped into you.

He felt a knot untying in his stomach and he pushed into you with all of his might. You yelped loudly at the intense pleasure and threw your head back against the cushions. Mitch moaned and thrust into you again, this time you felt your walls become coated as he shot his load inside of you.

He collapsed to the side, propping himself up on the back of the couch and staring down at you, watching your chest moving up and down as you tried to steady your breathing. "I'm gonna die. That was so good. That was all I wanted. I jus... ugh.. thank you." You panted, and closed your eyes. Mitch smiled and leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"Shit.”

“What?” You looked up at him with concern.

“I'm going to pull out and you are going to drip all over my brother's couch and he's going to kill me." Mitch realized that real leather left decent stains when introduced to something wet and sticky.

"Tissues." You looked around and then pointed to a box out of your reach on the coffee table.

Mitch grabbed them and pulled a handful out, handing them to you and watching you press them against your raw cunt as he pulled out. He smiled when you asked for more. He cleaned himself off and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to Steven's bathroom, and placing you on the counter of the sink. "Do you want to get in the shower with me?" Mitch asked as he turned the faucet to 'H'.

You looked in the mirror and fussed with your hair. "Not if you're going to get my hair wet."

"I can't promise I won't." Mitch said as he stepped under the warm spray, slicking his hair back with his hands.

"Then I'll wait for you to finish." You said with a grin. "I don't get why we're showering now, we have two hours. That's like a solid whole other quickie, a shower, getting ready and leaving here for the restaurant by 5:45." You told Mitch as he lathered shampoo into his chocolate-colored locks.

"Is this place far or are we walking?"

"We can walk. But... oh shit, babe. You didn't bring a suit did you?" Her hopes for more sex suddenly being crushed.

Mitch finished rinsing the conditioner out and turned to you. "No.. is this place fancy?" He asked as he stepped out of the shower, leaving the door open for you. He leaned up against the tile, dripping on the floor as he rubbed a clean towel through his hair. It was the only clean towel in the bathroom so he tried to keep it dry for you.

"Yea, it's totally a suit and tie kind of place. Would any of Steven's fit you?" You asked as you tied your hair neatly up into a high bun, and then let the water cascade onto your shoulders.

"I haven't seen him in a while but unless he's gotten ripped in the last year, I don't think we're the same size anymore. Do you have something to wear for tonight?"

"Yea. You said as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in the towel. You smiled sweetly at the man in front of you. "It'll take me like ten minutes to do my makeup and hair. If you get dressed in just regular clothes, I’ll be done soon and we can go find you a suit.” Mitch nodded and walked into the living room to get dressed.

You walked in, about seven minutes later, a gray smoky eye, cat-eye gel liner on your top lids, a soft peachy-pink blush on your cheeks, and chapstick smeared across your lips. You were stunning. You saw him looking through Steven's closet full of suits and turn when he heard your feet against the hardwood flooring. "Wow. You look amazing." A smile breaking out across his face. "None of these are going to fit me though."

You had your iPhone in your hand and were scrolling, the thin straps of your dress were tucked in between your fingers under your phone and the bottom of the dress lightly swept the floor. "There's a Brooks Brother's a few blocks away. If I throw enough money at them, they should be able to put you in something good before dinner... stop staring at me and go put on some clothes." You grinned, as he walked out of his brother’s room, and you dropped your towel and got dressed. You came out of Steven's room in the black silk slip dress, your breasts peeked out the top and sides and it hugged your hipbones and ass perfectly. You reached down to grab your black stilettos and your black leather, Everlane clutch and sat on the couch, buckling your strappy heels around your ankles.

"You seriously look so fucking good, Y/N." Mitch shook his head as he stared at the woman in front of him. He watched as you stood, the heels adding a whole other dimension to the outfit, and a few inches, and still had to reach up to kiss him. He helped you put your jacket on, and you both walked out the door.

You walked into Brooks Brother's and almost immediately, every salesman, young and old, was by the front door, eager to help you. Mitch grinned at the fuss his woman could make in a simple black dress. "I need to get him in a.. either slate gray or dark blue fitted suit, white shirt, skinny tie, and some black wingtips and socks... Basically, he needs a whole ensemble in an hour... and I do mean 'fitted'." You told the sales associates.

"Oh Miss, I'm sorry, we don't usually do rush orders.."

"You're going to want to do this one, we'll be paying in cash." You lifted your clutch slightly and smiled your most charming smile.

That was all the convincing they needed. "The tailor is upstairs, if you'll follow me."

You flashed an accomplished smile at Mitch who smirked over how fancy you were being. Instead of making a whole new suit for Mitch, the tailor measured him, fit him in something close to his size and then took in what needed to be taken in and let out what needed to be let out.

You looked for the perfect pair of black wingtips and a pair of blue and gray patterned socks. You found a tie that had the same color blue as the socks and you brought them all to the register to be rung up. You paid in cash and tipped the sales associate and tailor handsomely for their speedy efforts. You watched as the sales associate took the purchased clothes and shoes into the fitting room and you checked the time on your phone: 5:44PM. Their reservation was at 6:15 and Mitch wasn't done yet. You slumped in one of the arm chairs and waited, impatiently jiggling your foot.

"Ma'am, I put his clothes in a bag for you." The sales associate came over to give you the clothes that Mitch had walked in with.

"Can you do me one last favor, John, and just hold on to those overnight? We will pick them up in the morning if that's okay." You had put on your most charming persona and it always worked.

"Absolutely, Mrs. Rapp. I'll leave them behind the register up here and we open back up at 8AM." The sales associate left you with a massive grin on your face. You didn't know why you had told him that your name was 'Y/N Rapp' when he asked, but that was what you told him. 

You shook your head, wondering how Mitch would have reacted if he had heard it. You scratched by your ear and realized that your hair was still wrapped up in a bun. You stood and walked over to the full length mirror outside of the fitting room, tugged at the hair tie, and watched as your y/h/c locks cascaded down on your shoulders in perfect, soft curls. You fixed your part, fluffed your eyelashes and hoped that Steven would be impressed with the girl that his brother was dating.

"Y/N..." You heard his low, raspy voice and turned.

Your chest tightened and you felt butterflies take over your stomach. "Oh my god.." You walked up to him and pulled at the lapel of his slate-gray suit jacket, just barely pulling him towards you. "You look even better than I imagined." You leaned up to kiss him. He gently placed his lips against yours, feeling your kiss turn into a smile against his mouth. He laughed softly.

"You are the one that looks even better than I remembered when I went in there." He ran his fingers through your curls, and you leaned your cheek into his touch. "The tailor said you paid for all of it already?" Mitch said with a frown. "You didn't have to do that. I could have paid for it too."

"You and Steven grew up in McLean, Virginia... I know you could've paid for it, but I wanted to treat you. Is that okay?" You asked, as you kept eyeing his suit, unable to stop staring at how good he looked.

Mitch sighed softly and smiled. "Yea, that's fine. Thank you." He kissed your forehead.

You knew that you would never really be able to display these pictures to the world, but you wanted to commemorate this moment and capture how good Mitch looked right then. You smiled bashfully and looked up at the sales associate who was trying not to stare at the beautiful couple, and was fake rearranging ties at a table close by. "John, this is silly, but can you take a picture of us?" You handed him your iPhone.

"Absolutely. One of the most stunning couples I have ever had walk into my store. Maybe a haircut for the mister but still, magnificent." The older man said.

"No, he's perfect the way he is." You swiped his hair across his forehead, and smirked up at him. You heard the photo snap while the two of you were looking at each other and not the lens.

"One more. At me this time." You both looked forward, smiled, clutching onto each other's hips, and heard the camera app make a shutter clicking noise. "Beautiful!" He handed the phone back to you, who closed it before looking at the pictures because you saw the time on the clock above John's head.

"Thank you, John. We have to go." Mitch helped drape your coat over your shoulders. He buttoned the top button of his jacket, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

"We will see you tomorrow for your clothes, sir. Have a wonderful evening, Mr. and Mrs. Rapp. Thank you for thinking of us here at Brooks Brother's."

You flashed him a smile and headed out the door. Your face was flush red and you avoided looking up at Mitch.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rapp?" Mitch asked with a smirk, as the soft evening light trickled across your face.

"He must've just assumed.." You mumbled.

"Mhmm." He clutched your hand tighter in his. He didn't hate the sound of it.

Thanks for reading and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe for doing a Mitch Week.. he is seriously the best. I really hope you all enjoyed this glimpse in the future of The Recruit. I hope you read the real chapter still when it’s published. Let me know what you think and let me know if you’d like to be tagged! 

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[woodchuckvirus]

“meeting” some new demon characterrrrrrrssss (a.k.a., designing demons is fun)

So this is Skinner (I guess?) and Apegoat (apparently). Demon names are fun. Usually, per what I figure, demons generally don’t have names except for those high up dudes like Earls and Princes, etc. Lower demons just kind of are *there* and names are never really that important to them ‘cuz they got shit to do and people to eat.

So instead, Koko just gives them nicknames. And they just kinda roll with it b/c why not?

Also, level of intelligence varies from demon to demon because they can all be so vastly different. Skinner, for example, is much closer to “human” level intelligence. He speaks and understands English without any issue, is aware of human culture and practices, is kind of in charge and almost acts like an ambassador or representative. Apegoat is kinda more bumbling, focusing more on filling his belly and doing whatever tf he wants at any given time.

Someday I need to work out some kind of ranking system. There’s definitely a difference between the royal type demons that are way up there like the lords and generals and such, then there’s the demons that can interact with humans like Skinner, the more animal-like demons that can still speak but they’re less interested in human interaction, and then there’s the straight-up feral “shells” that are literally just mindless eating machines.

Then there’s the demons that pass themselves off as human, too *shifty eyes* never-ending fun stuffff