#guys i dont want to be a straight white man i dont want to become my father

[stars-and-branches]

Dude I got perceived as my agab today and immediately wanted to peel myself like an onion. Time to compartmentalize and not address this until five years later and in therapy!

[rowretro]

𝐋𝐄𝐎

✧Warnings: kissing, mafia hoon, blood, suggestive, dead body, detailed murder

✧Synopsis: Sunghoon is a very innocent man, a beautiful, sexy wife, 3 kids, a 12 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. He's a perfect family man who owned a homely café. He's just an ordinary person.... until one of the most feared mafia men paid a visit after a dreadful incident.

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Sunghoon woke up, a few loose hairs covering his forehead as he leaned over to his wife who slept soundly beside him, straps of her nightgown both down from all that tossing and turning, her arm hanging off the bed. "Such a beautiful sight to wake up to." he cheekily said as he kissed her collarbone, hearing her whine softly. "Not now babe~ the kids are probably up" she groggily said, sitting up as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

"One half caf non fat white soy latte to go" Sunghoon called out. "Wow you got that first twy?" His son, Ryuu asked stunned as he smiled "What can I say, daddy's perfect" Sunghoon cockily said as Y/n rolled her eyes, and packed the order. "Yoi sexy- stop with the eye rolling.... mommy married me for that reason y'know?" Sunghoon added as Cherry gagged "Dad shut up- that's gross" she commented, clearly disgusted.

That night Sunghoon closed the cafe, locking all the doors as he carried Ryuu "Cherry go sleep. you have an exam tomorrow" "I know mom just let me be will you? Im jsut finishing up my homework" she whined as the woman sighed "Fine. but go to bed straight after" she warned as Ryuu came up to y/n, in his cute jammies, making grabby hands with a pout "awww what does my cutie want noww?" she asked as he smiled "a lil sibling to pway wif?" he asked with big eyes.

She blinked, then noticed Sunghoon hiding by the fridge "I see where this is coming from... if I give you a lil sibling now, that baby will become the cutest in the family-" she pointed out as Ryuu frowned "I dont want a sibling anymow!" he pouted as Sunghoon groaned. She snickerred to herself as she carried the littlun to his room. Sunghoon followed behind closely, resting his chin on her shoulder as she tucked the little boy in.

It was dead night, stars scatterred across the night sky, the kids asleep, y/n on Sunghoon's lap as he snuggled her. "Why do you want another baby?" she asked as he stared into her eyes. "Look at how independant the kids are becoming... I want a little cutie that likes me more than me" "maybe dont be cocky, and spoil the kids more" before he could say anything else, his phone rang "hello?..... what? how- I'll be right over there." he said his voice dark as he called Jay "Bro... can you look after my kids, I need to go visit the cafe.... yeah the police are there, they found a body... I know yeah- see you there" He cut the call and turned to y/n.

"What the... why our cafe what is going on hoon?" y/n asked as she glanced at him, the man stunned and confused "I don't know... but we haven't done anything wrong have we?" he asked as y/n thought for a second "aside your cockiness no nothing serious." she said as he glared at her. "Sir, we've concluded it's not a suicide, he has open stab wounds, he had died before being hung on your building... he's a part of the Park mafia, one of their men... is there any chance you've seen him around or anything suspiscious in your area?" Office Lee asked as Sunghoon frowned, shaking his head as he explained truthfully.

About a month passed and they were back in business, everything back to normal, as they went about their day, though y/n was still a little shaken from the previous event that had taken place. "dad- that lady gave you this note- and some old guy is waiting outside-" Cherry said as she pointed at a hooker, who smiled at him, waving the drink and giving a thumbs up as she left with it. It's so weird. He read the note "someone you love is waiting outside" it read. Sunghoon sighed as he left the cafe and went to the bench outside with his notepad and book.

There sat an old man, he looked scary, a scar on his eyebrow, yet fairly attractive for an old man. "Sir, may I take your order?" he asked "You know what I like son..." he said as Sunghoon snickerred "How would I know sir?" he asked, genuinely confused "One Black coffee... with a shot of jack daniels" "Sorry sir but we don't have alcohol" With that the man snickerred. Sunghoon left briefly then came back with the black coffee, placing it before the man "Would you like sugar or no sugar?" he asked kindly "you should know son" he said again as Sunghoon sighed "Im afraid I don't" he said, patiently.

The man comfortably sat in his chair, pulling out a small alcohol bottle and pouring it into his coffee as Sunghoon watched, he pulled out a cigarette "sir no smoking." he said pointing at the sign as the man let out a hearty laughter "ah Leo... you remember this? Black devil, your favourite flavour that you created... smoked it everyday since you left." the man said as he stared at Sunghoon. Confused, Sunghoon looked behind him "Leo? I'm sorry I think you mistaken me for someone sir... My name is Sunghoon owner of this very successful cafe... by the way that black coffee's 3.79." he said as the man laughed yet again.

"Still my cocky little son hmm?.... this act you're putting up for your pretty wife and lovely kids will not last long. trust me on that." "Ah son.... a father knows his son... you know... you always loved going hunting... specifically for that eagle... It didn't ever get caught in your trap, nor by any of the arrows or guns yet it died in my coffee remember?.... It died in MY hands... LEO..." The man said as he stared directly at him "Leo Park..." The man said, his deep gravely voice enough to scare the shit out of any human before him. "It's Park Sunghoon" He interrupted as the man laughed "I see you believed that you have died.... but until you come and admit you are Leo Park... I will be here..." .

he said as he left, leaving Sunghoon confused. Yet Sunghoon just shrugged, thinking he was a crazy old man. He went back inside to find Y/n staring at him "Who was that?.... are you ok? he seemed a little off..." she asked as Sunghoon kissed her forehead "just some drunkard babe, its fine I dealt with him, he was calling me some white boy name-" Sunghoon explained as Y/n nodded. That night he did the usual, lock the café, make sure all is safe, carry Ryuu back home and get Cherry to go to bed without her bitching at him. The male sighed as he lied down in y/n's lap. "First day back in business and things are weird-" he sighed as y/n ran a hand through his hair.

That night they met officer Lee, a close friend and a trusted cop. "I sent a picture of this Black Devil cigarette pack to the higher officials, the investigation team say its from a very large mafia gang ran by Park Daeheon... He had a son named Leo, and many claim his death was part of the cause behind a very big murder and the burning down of their factory-" Sunghoon cut him off halfway "Heeseung Im sorry but what am I going to do with this information?" he asked as Mr Lee picked up a file with an image. A picture exactly like Sunghoon, but with more silver hair "This is his son Leo... he looks exactly like you..." he said as Sunghoon frowned.

"From what we believe the officer's need proof, from your memory, at 11 years old, can you tell us everything backed up with proof-" Y/n cut him off halfway maddened by the claim "We're the victims here he came to us, he's the one who's harrassing Sunghoon claiming he's his son!" Sunghoon kissed her forehead as he calmed her down "Sweetheart its ok... I know you're asking me as you're concerned... I grew up in an orphanage Lee hee, im still good friends with the Sir who ran the place, sweet old guy, Eventually I got around asking my long-term crush out, my beautiful wife then we chose to move into a cute cottage, like a house in a snow globe, got married as we had our first child, and now growing our sweet family along with her family business... " He explained as Heeseung nodded.

The following day, Y/n was out running a few errands, picking up some medication in the pharmacy, Ryuu by her side, and Cherry in school. Sunghoon suddenly called her "Honey I just left my car at the motor shop, what are you up to?" he asked "Picking up your meds sweetheart." she replied. "You could've waited until my car got fixed, why leave Ryuu at home alone?" he asked concerned "Sweetheart, these things need to be done ASAP, you've been pretty anxious lately and don't worry, Ryuu is with me kay? I'll take the bus home it'll be ok" she reassured as Sunghoon said he loves her and hung up.

The woman walked out carrying the bag of medication and her 4 year old, unaware of the dangers lurking behind her, a man ready to pounce at her, sharp, clean knife at hand. He lunged forward, as he blocked her path, raising the knife to stab her. Scared, she hugged her baby close, turning away as she shut her eyes. Nothing.... Nothing but the sound of flesh ripping, the gory sound of blood spilling and some muffled groans. She opened her eyes as Ryuu whimpered at the sight. The old man from yesterday, had slashed the attacker's neck.

She stares up, frightened as she snuggled Ryuu protectively "Don't worry honey... I mean no harm... why would I hurt you?.... you know who he is?" he asked pointing at Ryuu "My grandson..." he said as Y/n frowned "Sir if you don't leave me alone I will call the police..." She respectfully warned as the man smiled sweetly. "I don't mean any harm... I just want to tell you, you're a sweet lady from what I've heard a sweetheart, won't even harm a fly, and you fell for the innocent Park Sunghoon... Im sorry but Sunghoon is just a mask for who he really is. My son Leo Park, the one to take the reins for my tobacco factory... He's vile, violent, won't hesitate to kill." He explained as y/n backed away.

The woman took the bus with her son, hastily rushing inside the house, locking the door she called Sunghoon, firghtened "Babe! what the fuck is going on?! he's here- he followed us home! Cherry's still in school and Ryuu is with me." She managed to breathe out as Sunghoon frowned "honey who's he? what's going on?" he asked "That man from yesterday-" she replied "Lock the door's im coming over with Cherry. If anyone comes through the front door, slash him, use one of the display swords, im sure they'll work ok? I'll be right over there." He said as he ran.

Upon arriving, he came through the front door, the point of the sword only inches away from his chest as he slid down the wall, cherry smacked it away "MOM-" "No its fine- she thought I was an intruder... " Sunghoon sat down as he calmed his breathing. "What's going on here Hoon?... that man comes up to us, slashing another man attacking us, before me and Ryuu- claiming you're Leo and calling our son his grandson?!... What the fuck?!" she asked as Cherry stared in shock, her first time hearing her mother curse. Sunghoon looked up as he reached his arms out to Ryuu, yet Y/n held the little boy back "Don't Hoon.... he's already traumatized as is... after that man showed the picture of Leo, I don't know what he's thinking now...." she said as she carried the teary eyed, little boy who was exhausted. He turned to Cherry who walked away...

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A/N: Part 2 coming out soon!!! sorry this was long hope u liked it, im writting the second part rn<3 (BASED ON THE MOVIE LEO, sorry for not mentioning it b4, I RLLY WANTED TO SEE HOON IN THIS ROLE NGL)

[candymay]

So you aren't charmie. You are more of an elio/oliver/cmbyn fan is my guess.

I think there are a lot of us like that who don't care for or believe this longterm secret relationship by Armie or Timmy or any celebrity ship either cause this isn't the golden age of Hollywood where people had to hide that they were gay for fear of not having a career but also for fear of prison.

I think it's silly atp but my love for cmbyn, that movie, the work by both guys and Luca is real and to me that's grounded in truth versus a silly romance that's too crazy to believe.

Long term closeted relationships lasting 8 years. Lol. Also Timmy gives straight bro vibes. I'm not fooled by the occasional red carpet outfit.

Instead I enjoy Timmy and Luca's work and am rooting for continued happiness and sobriety for Armie wherever life leads him you know?

Luv luca and armie and sufjan and cmbyn so therefore everything in it too including the chemistry between armie n timmy n so on. Is charmie a one definition thing?

Some actors still have to/choose not to come out n the reasons arent as simple and naive as “u cant be a gay actor” or fear of prison (..lol?) but more for the strategic public image thats knda been instilled around “heartthrobs” esp in a market thats consumed heavily by girls and gay men - if u wanna reach that level of stardom. So it’s not like it’s illegal or they’ll have 0 gig babe, it’s just that it’s easier to be a straight white man, anywhere in most of industries, unfortunately. And then some ppl simply don’t wanna come out and it’s not always bcs of “hollywood”; it could be bcs of other reasons in their personal lives that we simply won’t know. They’re just humans w real human thoughts and challenges too. When you see it that way it becomes more reasonable and less ‘scandalous’ for actors to do that.

All that being said, i’m not saying i think anyone is or isn’t hiding their sexuality, but only bcs i never seriously cared about anyone’s sexuality to begin with - except if they wanna fuck ME lol. Idc ab Armie’s or Timmy’s sexuality or their private relationships (well.. Armie, i’ll hv my eyes on him bcs of the war trauma lmao).

But at the same time, I also don’t care if people want to stan or ship anyone as long as they’re being considerate abt these people’s privacy. I’m not gnna police how ppl spend their time as long as they’re respectful n spread love n fun stuff bcs I don’t understand what does it matter what ppl think vs. of what I think on things that aren’t even a little bit detrimental to anyone’s lives or society at large lol. So.. believe nothing! Believe the craziest shit ever! Do whatever, just be safe n dont make too much enemies n dont snoop around people’s privacy for the sake of whatever it is. Then it’s totally not cool.

[astroyongie]

Wet Castle

Note: I can't find the request anymore on my inbox! Anyway this comes from a request that wanted a writing about yn x Wooyoung and x San with the mafia/gang tag. This part one, part two could come out if you guys enjoy this one!

Wet Castle 

pairings: Wooyoung x YN and San x YN 

synopsis: After growing up in one of the most dangerous Seoul Gangs, a strange accident made you decide to cut ties with your affiliation and leave the gang you were so attached with. You moved to Itaewon, doing small works for money, until the day you met Wooyoung, a nice guy next door who worked right under a small coffee shop. You can’t help getting closer to Wooyoung, knowing fairly well that your past life will never leave you alone.. 

Triggers: Mention of subtle smut, drugs, alcohol, hard language.

Part two: here

Part One

You inhaled the smoke, burning your lungs once more. The cold breeze caressed your blushed face, as you blow thick smoke into the air. You hated Itaewon. But it was still better than going back to Seocho District. At night, you would often find yourself in the apartment complex stairs, smoking one cigarette or two, while eyeing the drunk men passing by as they searched for another club to get. Women were nearby too, many dressed with short dresses, giggling like children whenever they got the attention of those richer than them. 

The streets raged in drunk and drugged people and foreigners looking for fantasies. It was a paradise for underground business and a nightmare for those who wanted to live a quiet life.

Fuck, you hated Itaewon. You just hated Seocho more. 

“Y/n?” a voice called and you lazily turned your gaze to the man in front of you. You sighed, standing from the stairs and taking another hit from your cigarette.

“Yeosang.” 

It has been 3 months since you left Zeeta, one of the most - if not the current most- renowned gangs in South Korea. You already knew, it wouldn't be easy leaving such life behind, none of the people you have ever met did. The only way out was certain death, and yet there you were. Hanging by a thread, not fully out, not fully in. 

Yeosang bowed his head swiftly at you, before reaching inside his pocket. He pulled out a small envelope before extending his arm to you. You looked up into his blazed eyes, blowing out the smoke before taking in the small envelope. It was heavy and you could smell its contenance from distance. Money. Dirty money. 

“You can go now.” You ordered and Yeosang tsked.

“I don't take orders from you, white tiger.”

Your annoyed glare didn't seem to make Yeosang react. You have known him for years now, and your intimidating gaze was routine for him. Looking up in the sky, he added. “He wants to know when you are coming back.”

You stayed silent, the uneasy feeling coiling at the base of your stomach. Turning around, you took one step up the stairs before answering, swallowing the aftertaste of this visit.

“I won’t. Tell him to stop sending me money. I dont need it.” 

You didn't look back. Instead you went straight back to your flat, feeling suddenly colder. It was only once you had closed the door behind you, after hearing that click of the lock, that you allowed yourself to breathe in and out. You hated Seocho. But you hated him more. 

… 

The Pirate Coffee Shop was probably the only positive thing in Itaewon. Their coffee was strong and bitter, enough to make you pull a comfortable expression, each time the liquid poured down your throat. The pastries were sweet and the smell of freshly baked goods usually made your body relaxed. Although you didn't eat them that much, being surrounded by it made you feel somehow calm. You take it for a habit to come over each morning, sitting always on the same table in the front of the big windows, at the bottom of the shop. You had become an usual customer to the point where ordering wasn't even necessary. 

It felt comfortable. It felt nice. To have the sun heating your face while you read your books or the newspaper. You almost felt like a normal civilian when you did so.

The waiter came, pushing a hot black coffee in front of you, alongside a pistachio croissant. You removed your eyes from your book, furrowing your brows when you saw the pastry. It's been a week now, that you had been receiving food that you had never once ordered. At first you didn't even complain but now, it had happened way too much to be a simple coincidence.

“I didn’t order this.” you called out, before looking up and meeting the almond eyes of the waiter. Ah yes, the waiter. The small etiquette on top of his blouse clearly said “Wooyoung” but you had been mentally calling him brat, for quite some time.

The brat would always pester you with questions about your living, making small talk that you often tried to turn down. you weren't stupid, you could clearly see that he had been trying to hit on you, but you wouldn't allow yourself to enjoy his company. Not now, at least.

“It's on the house,” the boy said, a ravishing smile ripping through his face.

“You said that yesterday,” you mumbled and eyed the pastry with a watering mouth. Wooyoung had been working at this coffee shop for about a month. At first, he would avoid you, as the owner would always be the one taking your orders and serving your black coffee. That until this brat started to serve you. You didn't mind at first, it was their job after all. But it's been a week now, that the insolent has been offering you food like you were a homeless person. 

“I saw you look at it this morning,” Wooyoung explained, pulling the serving plate against his chest, the same smile covering his features. “I thought you might want to try it.”

You licked your lips in an attempt to hide a seemingly smile. “Did I?”

“Yeah.”

“Wooyoung!” The owner called from the countertop, his old wrinkles giving him a perpetual aspect of being upset. “Leave the customer alone and go to work, you rascal!”

“Yes boss!” the boy said before turning to you once more. “I am Wooyoung, by the way.”

“I know.”

Your reply seemed to have left him a little confused, but he did grin widely at you. Before he could ask for yours, the owner called him again, making the young boy rush to give the other customers their orders. You grinned slightly, eyeing the waiter for a few seconds as he kept doing his job. His  black hair was messily tied in a small ponytail, his dimples showing each time he would smile at someone inside the shop. Wooyoung was probably younger than you, for a year or two, you figured.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, looking back at your croissant. 

Maybe Itaewon wasn't that bad. 

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“Maybe I should leave for the countryside.” 

You mumbled to yourself as you walked past the streets, the cold night making you push your hands deep into your jacket’s pockets. As per usual, Itaewon was crowded with people at night, foreigners looking for adventures and some fun, men looking for hookups and girls thirsting for attention that their parents couldn't give them. It was pathetic really, but you couldn't help but enjoy walking in the same streets they did. It somehow made you feel better.

Was it because they were as fucked up as you? Or maybe because you blended so well in this atmosphere, that you felt finally invisible enough not to worry about your safety. 

You truly didn't know. You craved freedom, a normal life without constantly worrying about tomorrow. Yet, you couldn't let go of the thrilling feeling of potentially dying tomorrow gave you.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and alcohol. It was easy to spot the people that once worked below you. These insects of humans, wearing those green woodies, have pockets full of people’s wildest fantasies. Ecstasy, heroine, coke, cannabis. You name it, they had it. You still couldn't comprehend how one could be so stupid, that they felt the need to consume this shit to feel better within themselves. Life was shit no matter the things you put inside your body.

Hypocrite, you thought. After all, you had consumed the same crap they did, more than once. 

You turned left, walking back to your flat. It was getting late, and you didn't feel like drowning yourself in alcohol anymore. Reaching inside your back pants pocket, you took your cigarette pack, sighing in annoyance when you noticed only one left. You didn't have any money on you either, so it wasn't worth it to go and buy some now. 

Looking forward, you already could see the stairs to your flat, a couple of minutes away, and even the faint light of the Pirate Coffee Shop, which was probably going to close soon. You took the last cigarette and brought it to your lips, stopping your steps in order to light it up. Before you could reach for your lighter, you saw an old man coming to you, lighter bright.

“Please, allow me, doll”

The man said before lighting your cigarette. You gave the man a quick look, as you inhaled smoke to light your poison. He was old, his clothing was not that expensive to be worthy of your attention. A pity, otherwise you might have joined him for some fun. Once your cigarette lit, you took a step back, bowing your head slightly before passing through.

“Hey!” the man called, his voice slightly annoyed. “Hey, those aren't manners! You should say thank you, bitch!”

“Piss off, I am not in the mood,” you neutrally said. Men, they always thought they were entitled to do whatever they wanted, just by doing the bare minimum. You felt a pressure on your arm, before you were turned around with force. The surprise of the movement made you drop the cigarette into the ground. The man grabbed you by the collar, as your eyes were still fixed on your last freaking cigarette, burning away on the dirty ground. 

“Hey bitch, maybe I should teach you some manners”

“Old man..” You murmured, before glaring at him, feeling your patience running thin. “Do you want to die?”

“Huh?”

You felt your hands turn into fists, your body shifting slightly to accommodate his grip. He reeked of alcohol, pupils blown wide and his breath made you nauseous. Taking care of vermin like him was easy. A right blow under his shin and this guy would be knocked off until tomorrow morning. He probably had his wallet with him, so that would be a big win for you. You just needed to hit, now. 

“Hey!!! What do you think you are doing!”

Your eyes widen at the voice reaching behind you, making you instantly release the muscles of your hand. The old man raised his eyebrows before letting go of your collar, his confused eyes glued to the men that stood behind you. You looked back, seeing Wooyoung approaching. He wasn't dressed in his waiter clothing anymore, his dark jeans suiting him like a glove and his long jacket covering half of his body. The brat stopped by your side, wrapping a hand around your shoulders which made you freeze in place. The nerve this damn rascal had-

“Back off, or I will call the cops,” Wooyoung said in a serious voice, making the other man tsked in annoyance.

“I wasn't doing anything wrong, you got it all wrong.”

“You were gripping my girlfriend, am I wrong?” Girlfriend? this bastard must be out of his fucking mind-. Your thoughts stopped when you felt Wooyoung pulling you closer to his side. The old man mumbled something under his breath, before waving in an apologizing manner, turning around. You hated men. You truly did. Once the old man was out of sight, you pushed away from Wooyoung's grip, who smiled down at you. 

“Gosh, good thing I was here-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you asked angrily, making the boy in front of you look down at you in surprise.

“Sorry?”

“We don't know each other, why the hell did you did that for?” Wooyoung kept looking at you, dumbfounded by your statement before shrugging lightly. 

“You don't need to know someone to help them, you know.”

You stayed silent, eyeing him once more before he turned his gaze to the side, his dimples disappearing under what seemed to be a small pout. Fuck, was this guy this childish? You cleared your throat, embarrassment starting to crawl up your spine. 

“Sorry,” You ended up saying, rubbing the back of your neck “I didn't mean to sound ungrateful.” 

The brat looked at you again, giving you a small smile. You tried to ignore it, turning your gaze forward before walking down to reach your flat. This was quite a night, and honestly you just wanted to crash on your bed and sleep it out. You frowned as you noticed the damn bastard following you, his long legs reaching your side. 

“What are you doing?” you asked

“I am accompanying you until you reach home safely, of course.”

“I don't need that.”

“You could encounter another drunk guy you know. It's dangerous around here.” 

You sneered. “I can handle that much.”

Wooyoung chuckled which made you look at him in confusion. There wasn't any malice in his eyes, they were soft and genuinely relaxed. This guy… truly was an irrational brat but you couldn't blame him. After all, he didn't know anything about you. He was too kind, too nice and you knew fairly well that guys like him did not last one day in your world. Wooyoung wasn't very tall, he wasn't very buffy either but he did smell nice. He definitely wasn't your type, but you could use him for your needs. You have always heard that good guys were a nice surprise in bed. Your last one night stands sucked ass, none of the guys you set up with were able to give you any type of satisfaction, and you were tired of having to think about him, to get off. You needed a change. 

When you reached the stairs of your flat, Wooyoung stopped. You took a few steps up but upon noticing that he wasn't following you, you turned around. 

“Good night, then.” He said, a tender smile covering his tired face.

“Do you wanna get a drink at my place?” You asked, unbothered by his surprised reaction. Wooyoung’s face turned a very pale pink but his answer did not match his body language. 

“I won't go drinking in someone’s house, to which I don't even know the name of.” 

That sneaky bastard.. you smiled this time, turning around as you kept walking up the stairs. “Your loss then, brat.”

“I will see you tomorrow morning,” He said back, an amused timber tingling in his voice, from the name you had called him. You bit your bottom lip before replying without looking at him

“yn.. it 's yn.”

You left Wooyoung there as you reached the door of your flat. Taking the keys out of your pocket, you insert it on the lock, your eyes narrowing as you notice that the door was unlocked. Fuck.. fuck.. someone was inside. You gulped down, taking a deep breath before twisting the knob of your door. Once you reached inside, the lights were out and the faint scent of spice and musk cologne hit your nostrils. You felt your body coil in a strange sensation as you reached your living room. 

There was he. Sat on your couch, cigarette on his lips. Even in total darkness you could see the patterns of his tattoos designing themselves up from the few unbutton bottoms of his white shirt to his neck. The oni mask tattoo that covered his left hand as he took the cigarette out of his mouth to look at you, made you shiver. 

Your Past.

Your Present.

Your Future. 

The Red Dragon. 

“Yn” he called your name, a deep voice making your knees weak and your mind foggy. 

“San.”

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Genuinely, i hate politics.

But you? Your claim to fame is being ignorant of them.

You baffle me. it's all propaganda sure, clearly trump isn't fascist. BUT he's clearly not good for us either. He's uneducated when he talks on tv, being unwilling to be fact checked to any capacity during a debate. You talk about him not wanting to interfere outside our borders, but the guy has managed to upset our country neighbors instilling tariffs that make the goods we buy more expensive.

Why? Because "drugs are being imported." It's so funny, too, cause we did it to canada,

Do you know what we buy from canada?

Wood. Lots of wood.

In fact canada has 9% of the worlds forests in it. 68 percent of the forests in Canada is coniferous forests... made up of pine and spruce and fir, the easiest lumber to build with, in fact its what most people in america build their houses with.

America, although it holds 8 percent of the worlds forests... It isn't actually very... "fir filled" persay being only about 33 percent coniferous forests.

(This is all google findable, btw, public information, go look)

And we get most of our fruit and veggies imported through mexico. (2 thirds of our veggies and half our fruit)

(Yes... even i will admit that its a problem that drugs get imported)

Most of our drugs? Local. Can be traced to some den in someone's basement. most of those immigrants that trump wants to deport? Not even mexican. They're fleeing countries in asia. Families.

So you? You just suck honestly. I stumbled across your blog by accident. I hope you enlighten yourself.

(Elon is a whole trash fire that i dont even WANNA touch honestly because the man isn't even american, but he's running the new government spending cutters. He's a chainsaw. He's just insane.)

See this is one of those instances where you're attempting to pretend to have a good faith argument by not completely deriding the individuals that I've spoken about.

And the reason that I talk about politics is because they have an effect on the world around me and I would like to participate in discussions involving such because despite the fact that I do hate how much politics divides everyone it becomes a necessity at some point to talk about them.

Donald Trump was willing to be fact checked he just wasn't willing to be fact-checked by media organizations that take his words out of context and/or just straight up lie. Like snopes who is a company that is supposedly a fact checking company that said that he it did in fact condone white supremacist and white nationalist.

Then 7 years after they published their original b*******, they corrected the record to state that he did not. And it was to make Joe Biden look bad because they wanted to remove him from office. CNN, the New York times, and 98% of the general mainstream media is in the pocket of the Democrats. That's an objective fact if you are capable of objective thought.

Because we have had instances of people going from other countries to Canada to then be let through the Canadian American border. Also I'm sure that the FBI and the CIA, despite the fact that I like it neither of those organizations as a whole, would very much protest the idea that fentanyl specifically and other opioids originate from the US. Because a lot of fentanyl comes from China and from Mexican cartels. This ignoring the fact that Canada and other countries already have tariffs existing with other countries and us.

But when we do it it's a bad thing. Apparently. Because here's an interesting something. Tariffs, specifically of Mexico, we're a means of pressuring their government to actually watch the border. Not even just for drugs but to help deter illegal immigration.

Now Elon specifically is just a goofy person who is laying cuts to the government. Of which you will not see me objecting to. Because they always spend too much money on oftentimes absolutely nothing. And if the USAID scandal is anything to go by the Treasury department was just sending money in the millions and billions with no earmarks, no comments, just at request. He isn't some secret oligarch. And he isn't really in charge of anything except for just being an investigator of these things. And the man is literally so rich he has no need to lie about his findings.

Trump specifically has an individual who was Democrat his entire life. And only ran for the Republican party because that would have been the only party he would be allowed to run in. You say he refuses to be fact-checked. I say that he refuses to be fact checked by lunatics and liars. Because oftentimes the fact checks about him are fundamentally false, gross exaggerations, or manipulated language over semantics.

What am I talking about:

- Very fine people hoax

- Russian Collision hoax

- Pee Tape hoax

- Drink cleaner hoax

- Bloodbath hoax

And the list continues. The media OVER AND OVER asked him to condemn white supremacist and he did it over 33 times. And each time they claimed he didn't.

YOUR media "Fact Checkers" lie. Often. It took them actual YEARS sometimes to admit it but would have other hosts on the same network peddle the lie all over again.

Also also imports very much depends on state. Like Texas. We have a shit ton of piny woods we use for our supply of wood.

No, what I find personally insufferable, is that there are people like you and others who I debate with who literally believe a lot of the narrative that left this have been pushing for years. The media tells you something and you immediately run with it. And what drives me even more nuts, is that there are people like you who are willing to play borderline good faith and say, "oh I know Trump isn't a fascist but that doesn't mean he's not an evil person".

He is just a person that the current and deep state has taken issue with because people can no longer line their pockets and literally lay out the foundation for a global war. Because those of the uni party want war because it makes them rich and it wears down other countries and militaries. And frankly speaking with any level of critical thinking if you look at the davos types and the WEF types there are a lot of people with the 2030 agenda on mind. Which if I remember correctly is a one world government a one-world military and unseeding certain powers that be to get there. Because a bunch of rich people and influential people believe that they are significantly more intelligent than everyone else and that everyone else are peasants, too stupid to know better.

[wpnovakcrystal]

Stupidest Idea Yet: LU/Fire Station AU

Got this idea watching old fogy shows with my folks after brunch this morning, and wouldn't you know it "Emergency!" (1972) comes on. Watching some old clipshows of the station's shenanigans, the ideas just kept coming and now I can't stop seeing Wind as Chet Kelly. So I thought LINKED UNIVERSE AS FIREFIGHTERS! That's a natural train of thoughts... yeah?

yeh?

So here's my stupid idea. (Also Sorry if this infringes on someone elses' idea, I'm new and stupid)

Stop reading here if you dont want to see my cringe.

Legend - Firefighter/EMT/Paramedic - Rescue Squad - Spiritually successor of John Gage (From the show) but a little less dated in the women department. Snarky little fella, but still means well. Not quite as keen on the medicine aspect, but a big fan of all the fancy tools he carries in the back. Treats the 'Marin' (the Squad) like his girl, doesn't like it when Four drives. Main Character Syndrome.

Four - Firefighter/EMT - Rescue Squad - The more level-headed, short straight man of the Squad drivers. A bit more practical with the tools and truck than Legend might be, but shares in his disgust for the rest of the department's usage of the tools, especially Wild. Works relatively well under pressure, and despite his smaller stature and physique (which can help him), is very mature and knowledgeable for his age. Expert in Confined Space situations.

Hyrule - Paramedic/EMT - Rescue Ambulance - One of two drivers of the station's ambulance, "Rulie" maintains a soul as white as it's liveries, and is sometimes just as sheepish. Shy as he is, he often becomes the butt-end of Legend's jokes about 'traveling all over town for rideshares' and a few others for not necessarily putting himself out there with the more "experienced" firemen. Still a heavily respected member of the team, however. Most dedicated, Goes out for the most calls.

Sky - Paramedic/EMT - Rescue Ambulance - The other fella on the shift that can drive the ambulance and practice decent enough medicine. Despite being older, his kiddish and somewhat carefree personality helps him fit in with the others in the department. One of the lazier ones, and gets tired very easily. Prefers to drive or assess a situation sitting down, than running to a site or hauling equipment (or casualties). And if you ask me, it's not just the coats and apparatus that makes him look a little pudgy-

Wind - Probationary Firefighter - Ladder Engine - Never outgrew the "LOOK MOMMY, RED FIRE TRUCK!" phase, and decided to make a career out of it. Definitely an offshoot of Chet Kelly in some ways (I guarantee you he's also trying to grow the mustache, Google it) Most youthful/childish, making the most snide comments and crafting the most pranks per capita. Determined to prove he's not just a kid, he often bites off more than he can physically chew given his stature and charisma. But the lad's full of courage and is undeterred by most all of it. One of the only few who'll go up the ladder, too!

Wild - Firefighter/Engineer -Ladder Engine - A source of the brawn on the department, Wild actually gets to drive the behemoth that is the station's Ladder truck. Not entirely sure what he does to that truck with all his fiddling and crafting and questionable driving, especially since he's not even a mechanic, so make sure you have your seats buckled. Definitely the kind of guy who runs in and out of burning buildings with an axe, coiled hose, pike pole, oxygen tank, flashlight, and two casualties in each(?) hand, and isn't bothered or over encumbered one bit. His more domestic duty at the station is pretty obviously that of a cook, but D o N o t try his award-winning 'Champion Alarm Chili.'

Warriors - Firefighter/Captain - Ladder Engine - The Station's/Shift's captain and strategic/logistical boss, at least if that's what you want to call him. His fairly quality Professionalism aside, he keeps trying to shake off (or pick up) all the women that know him as "that strong, cunning fireman" at the fire station, a reputation he sometimes flaunts to the entertainment of few. Despite commanding authority during his shift, he's no stranger to the shenanigans himself, and often likes poking fun at Wind, Rulie, and Legend for the extraneous things they do.

Personally not sure where I would put Time and Twilight, however. Twi would probably be on the ladder truck, and maybe he'd be the driver and baby it instead of Wild. But Time would need to have some commanding authority like a Battalion chief or something, and I think Wars melds better with the crew. I don't think he'd show up much anyway.

What do they all do? Well, emergencies and fires for one, but also tours for the children and bingo nights for the seniors. Civic events like parades and school visits are also hilarious when I think about em.

Hope you enjoyed my cringe!

Feel free to build on it if you're bored lol

[amigac0debasic13]

hey guys. Do u even care about what I have to say. Thats right baby. It’s a mini rant. Young Garmadon edition and the horrors of white boy Star Wars core.

Okay so. Erm.? I don’t like garmadons child design in the show. This guy is way too twink coded as a young adult for me and that’s wrong. He’s a beast. And also))??? Lots of paragraphs on Wu depression. Thats the synopsis now look below for further horro r

Hello??? Dang man tatooine is calling ???? IM. SORRY THAT WAS MEAN. I’ve always felt like the spinjitzu bro books did a better job with his design, but brunette just isn’t it. Black hair. Right now. Make it naturally white but also make him fucjing stupid so he dyes it with Ink because he doesn’t want whit4 hair cause he’s DUMB.

Look alive. Make him wear a ponytail and give him the black dyed hair COWARDS.

Anyways that parts over. Now I’m going to talk about my issues with how people draw him in his human form a lot.

I feel like the twinkification is real. All human designs I’ve found of Garmadon that don’t use legos ambiguous yellow color are pasty white and this madness must STOP!!! I think if u wanna make him a cracker it’s ok. It’s fine. But it is a little boring seeing the same designs scatter my Garmadon picture wall(/J I DONT HABE THA)

‘And also while I’m at it, I’m gonna be real and say that any design for wu in the series is pretty good. Still mad he looks like a normal guy. TBH. Many fan designs give him more dragon like traits, and I think that’s so cool, but I’ve always had a specific idea I’ve never seen executed personally. I think Wu would chop his horns off if he had them permanently out.

Wu clearly isn’t a fan of just showing off his dragon or Oni traits. He straight up doesn’t do it, even as a kid (he should honestly be shown with those traits cause he really doesn’t give a fuck as a child) and I believe that his tormented old man position (see the many drawings and tweets from the shows authors and writers) he wouldn’t exactly be drawn to having his traits on display. The completely reasonable solution? Scar himself permanently by wacking them off with a blade. Sounds like something he’d do in young adult hood. His horns being out insinuates he can’t just shapeshift to make them go away, so erm!! Pretty smart solution ngl!!!

‘’Now it’s time for Wu trauma oooooooo!!!!! Oh my god part of his soul is GONE????

In one of the spinjitzu bro books Wus soul is forced into a little puppet. At the end of the book, the puppet is still alive and moving. When the ninja ask to see a puppet show before Wu recounts this, he has a physical reaction.

so. Wu is having a great time. Also, in one of the comics (forgot the name and I can’t for the LIFE OF ME remember where I read this) he confronts. Basically the embodiment of his fears. Basically he doesn’t want to become like his SHIT father who is literally god. leave him ALONE.

So. Uhm. In conclusion. Whirlwind (wus canon nickname) and Softie (Garmadons canon nickname) need to get their shit together <33333333

[spacecowboy6780]

HII !!! LOVED YOUR ART ♡

do your csm ocs have lore? i'd love to read it ! (not me trying to make fanart no how would you think that nooooo of course nooooott)

HAADJKFMKLGD THANK YOUUU SO MUCH 😭😭 i dont know if i really have any good lore yet... im pretty bad at making that typa stuff i kinda just draw things lol

Orion!!

(i draw him a little differently each time dw abt it)

his pants are like- loose at the bottom so not tight fit :)) and he has like black combat boots i guess he's a whole sucker for black and white clothing hehe..

has a tongue piercing and a piercing on his right ear

he has a contract with the fox devil

likes the color white

does mma, anything to do with shooting things, and fishing

barem's right hand man (just a person to do his dirty work lol)

he's wasian, white mom (died during his birth), japanese dad (hates him for his mom's death and makes him try twice as hard because of it)

from a rich family who owns a [blank] company (i haven't decided what yet, i feel like a gun company would work but that's kinda ironic cuz yk)

he was a good child! always trying to meet his father's standards so he could do well, he wanted to be the best because he wanted his father's "love" (it wasn't really love. his father was emotionally manipulative and abusive and only gave him "love" whenever he did something in his favor or good. when he didn't he would tell him how much of a disgrace he is. only to treat him nicely again when he did something good.)

a social bird, made friend easily all throughout his school years, a popular and friendly person. he started to realize he could do whatever during his highschool years, because of his status as the sole heir to his father's company so he started to become more rebellious, going out more, skipping classes, getting drunk, but he always brought back straight A's. he became a rowdy asshole genius typa guy

closeted homo up to college years, he started really embracing his gay then. during highschool and middle school he would date women but he didn't really feel anything for them and would usually break up with them after a few months. he would make up the sweetest and most heartbreaking reasons why and they would forgive him, when in reality he really didn't care about them

his dad was suffering from heart issues as he got older, and as orion got older he grew to hate his dad, he slowly poisoned him with arsenic which led to him having a heart attack and dying!! one day he accidentally put too much arsenic into his food but he was like yknow what it's okay and then made sure to keep the maids away from his slowly decaying father, put him to bed early and tada he had a heart attack

he got away with it cause a) he’s the sole heir to the company and b) if he went to court? 💰💥💰💥💰💥

he met barem at the chainsaw church!! he was curious about it, flyers and all over town so he went to check it out. he got a tour from one of the church members before bumping into him. it was kind of a physical attraction at first, he just wanted to get into his pants. so he got a tour from barem, saying he didn't remember any of it (playing dumb blond stereotype lol). but after talking to him he was like hey wait this guy is also kind of cool and an eye opener (idk what he would've said i'll figure something out) and then he started to reeeeally take a liking to barem. he started to appear more around the chainsaw church, mostly around barem and talk to him a lot but he wouldn't join it. he didn't want to marry a woman. barem asked why he would come to the csm church if he didn't want to join it. orion was blunt and was like to see you ofc. barem was like ???.

sooner or later orion became his right hand man (i'll explain more on how later), or more of a person to just do a lot of his dirty work because he was so willing to do it. he's also willing to pay for all of barem's expenses. lol sugar daddy

ok i think im done for now but ill make like- a better doc for him i think he's like the first kind of fleshed out oc i've made in a while haha!

[redamoureux]

Your yandere spy thingy got me thinking, which of the mercs would be more likely to lie to there darling, so here's my take on it (i haven't read the comics so don't @ me if i get there personalities wrong, but that doesn't mean i wouldn't like to hear your take on it as well).

There's three categories here that i will put the individual mercs in, the first one is “lise in serten circumstances” and “lise regularly” and last but not leas “i have no fucking idea pleas help”

Medic has a tendency to lie to his patients when performing surgeries on them, mainly to put them at ease (like he did with Heavy in “Meat the Medic”). So it wouldn't come to such a surprise if he were to lie to his object of obsession throughout their whole relationship. Until he “lets himself go” and shows his true bloody colours. Although the amount this man is willing to lie also depends on your perception of him. I mean if you meet him before he had the opportunity to lie to you and actively support his activities then there's a fat chance he will grow delusional, more so than he would if you weren't aware of his practises.

Engineer is a chill guy, he (usoly) doesn't need to lie to sweep you off your feet, but if you prove to be difficult then he will sprinkle in some white lies to keep you safe. He knows what others are capable of, even if they don't know it themselves. He fears the day someone decides to do something really stupid and take their anger out on you. He's just looking out for you, so could you be so kind as to turn a blind eye from time to time? It would save both him and you a lot of trouble.

Pyro, Soldier and Scout can't lie to save their lives. While Scout tries to, and fails miserably, Soldier straight up doesn't know how to lie and therefore comes off rather blunt. Not to mention Pyro who's off in Pyroland 24/7 so the concept of lying would probably be nonexistent.

I think it's pretty established that Spy is a chronic liar, to a certain extent. He's willing to lie about a lot of things if it means you'll end up straight in his arms unharmed. The state of your health, your home, your family, all of it will become a lie for him to twist if it means he gets to have you.

Now Sniper I have a hard time deciphering what he'd do and to what extent, but I think he'd lie when it's most convenient or something I really can't tell, sorry.

Similar to Engineer, Heavy doesn't lie (much), unless it's to save your ass or to convince you of something. Demoman has a similar case but he's a lot more sentimental about it, he honestly doesn't want to be a dishonest man to you. Though he can't help but let a few things slip when he's drunk, so if you try to run oway after finding out what he's been lying about, he will beg you not to go and come clean. Assuming that you weren't aware of his job in the first place. But on the other hand, if you are aware and comfortable with it then you've got a pretty stable relationship in your hands, just dont worry too much about the missing people reports.

I like your interpretation! I feel like sniper deep down hates having to lie to you. Sure he'll tell you some hasty lies if he feels like his relationship with you is getting jeopardized, but it still couldn't stop the guilt from building up. While he may somewhat try to justify his actions, he just knows sooner or later his lies will be exposed.

Soldier isn't even trying, if anything he might just aswell tell you the disturbing things he'd do for you.

For pyro, i actually have yandere headcanons for them in my drafts but what you said certainly is on point like most of the mercs.

Demo is one of the few yan mercs who i actually feel kind of bad for here. Like, He really does love you with all his heart, really! But in his drunken state, he can't help but let a few words slip out of his mouth and would only realize it a little while later and would apologize to you copiously.

[windtorn]

@forbelobog speaks: 💭 // thought(s) my muse has had about yours

'you were a simple man. when i first saw you, i knew it to be true. you were tall, the type of man that petite women would fawn over the idea of getting to step up on the tips of their toes to kiss. handsome, adored by the denizens of belobog, your strong and calloused hand sought after by many. loyalty unmatched, unbound by the word of the guardian in better interest of the people. what a life fit for a pretty, rich brat like yourself. people like you aren't anything special, you're just as easy to manipulate. for the right price, anyone was. people endure and they struggle, all to submit to their petty vices and despicable sin when the woes of life become too heavy to bare. you are just a man, gepard landau, i knew you would snap just the same as any. i wanted to test those limits, press you until your boughs threatened to break like a common tree branch. save for the fair red that tinted your face from pretty lies spoken straight from the fox's mouth...you never did falter. not ever to a guy like me, as ever-persistent as i was, anyway. sometimes, i wish you had though. lash out at me, affirm that i am the scum that everyone says i am. they're not wrong though, you do get that, right? if the loss of their lives amidst one of my schemes meant i got an extra swath of credits or two then it would be no skin off my back. my hands would still be clean if something else did the dirty work for me, but you would save them. you would save me, isn't that funny? all i crave is the pleasure of laughter, but i can't find it in me to see the humor in this sick little game we play.

i thought i had you figured out, but you proved to me-annoyingly so-that you just weren't like other people. you couldn't just be like a normal person, could you? no, you had to look at me with those cold eyes, not ones of stoicism but ones that pierced through me. i hated you for a time, even. hated that you could treat me like someone that deserved respect without asking for it outright or needing to prove it so. you should hate me, gepard landau! why don't you hate me? how can your kindness feel so cruel. i'm exhausted by feeling, kindled into being within the vagrancy that not even the roaring hoarfrost of the eternal freeze could permeate. you should have just left me be, now i'll never forget the hole that you burned open wide in my chest. i wanted to ruin you, but that was not a task meant for me, and when you showed me kindness, i would never consider it again. what divine irony it was for you to pursue me out of duty and for me to pursue you back out of twisted hunger, self-inflicted punishment and ever-insatiable for your attentions. these masks don't feel so tight around you. you taught me how to breathe again, and there was tranquility to be had in the peace it offered in doing such a mundane function that brought life. i found that you were not a simple man, and that perhaps, not all people were as easy and predictable as i had framed them to be. maybe the black and white that painted my word could have gradients of grey too. i spoke that in optimism if only it meant that you could be my prize. though you should fear the man that walked behind your bastion's walls if you knew who he really was. i would wait until the world fell apart or tear it asunder myself if it ended with you, but we dont have forever and there is someone out there far better for you than i. you deserve that, dearest gepard. these filthy, wrathful hands of mine dare not touch what i cannot keep and have as my own. '

[underscorecc]

2.

ive reached another time where i feel like i need to vomit out all the shit thats been churning in my psyche. you know that feeling where you dont want to go to sleep because of this subtle sensation in your stomach? I think its dissatisfaction, both with myself and with the people around me.

the girl that i broke up with turned out to just be a hoe. She played w my heart and told me i was " the right guy at the wrong time" and that "she needed time to be single" and then immediately hopped onto some mid ass white dude LOL. anyways i fucking hate her guts. not cause she doesnt like me anymore, but because shes a damn liar. on a positive note it just means that little plot threat in my life has just been tied up, and now all i have to do is reconcile with the distrust for people that ive already been harboring, so nbd.

the ppl in my life kinda got me fucked up tho. right now i feel like theres no one genuinely there for me. I have a therapist, but you cant rlly get the level of intimacy with a therapist in the way youd have with family or friends. so right now i feel like i have nobody. my friends all suddenly seem extremely disinterested in talking to me. someone who i consider my best friend barely texts me and brushes off making plans and never reaches out. and my other friends just dont seem to really care or respond to me anymore. I get replies, but im not having conversations. it also seems like my mom is tired of me. shes even said it herself. she gets annoyed at a bunch of little things that i do. so i dont think id be wrong to assume ive become a nuisance rather than a valued family member.

it totally could be me. it totally could be them. it also totally could just be a series of unfortunate circumstances so ive been kinda torn trying to figure it out. I know im partially to blame. i can be overbearing and i dont know when to shut the fuck up. its hard for me to do genuine real talk anymore. I say "real talk" and then give advice to friends (probably unsolicited). but i never rlly talk about stuff that goes beyond skin deep. I talk about terrible moments in my life, like when i was sa'd or like something fucked up ive done, but its water under the bridge and doesnt rlly affect me anymore. i dont know, i just get the feeling that people will be repulsed if they see the real me. the me that is insecure and struggling and tired and angry. god im fucking angry, but im also so goddamn complacent, which is infinitely worse.

i am in the process of changing my life in a drastic way, which is needed. wont say how but it should shake things up in a good way. unfortunately its also partially a waiting game. so im stuck here in this in-between where i am given the privilege and honor of being alone with all of my thoughts!!!

i think i am having an identity crisis. I dont know what defines me anymore and i dont know who i want to be. ive thought about changing my name. im already changing what i wear (slightly). and weirdly enough even though i am a straight, cis dude, i occasionally have very very slight doubts about my sexuality and gender. its probably normal tho who knows.

I think this stems from a lack of masculinity in my life. having high free testosterone does not make me a man. being aggressive or stoic does not make me a man. but theres this concept of a real man in my head as something to aspire to be, but its an extremely vague and loose concept ive formed. despite being 20, i dont really see myself as a man. but im not a boy either. not to say im non binary. im just in this awkward in-between period. I wish i had a genuine masculine figure in my life who i could look up do. my dad is more like reddit atheist ben shapiro who debatelords me when he doesnt like me doing something. i dont live with him anymore so those problems are in the past, but the lack of a male role model is catching up to me, and its on me to define my own masculinity, but like fuckkkkkk i dont think ur supposed to do this by urself.

i been feeling mad weak. i always was a pussy on leg day and its showing now that i havent been to the gym for months. it really makes me feel pathetic. that 15% increase in struggle for things that i used to pick up with ease is really shameful, or embarrassing, or idk. it just fucking sucks. I want to be a strong person who cannot be surmounted, like a legendary dragon. But at the same time i dont know if these desires are my own or some responsibility i put onto myself as a means to gain social acceptance. its probably something i should put thought into when im eating enough and actually going to the gym, but i think ive been holding off because i feel so pathetic.

its a brutal cycle too. I feel pathetic from prior experiences where ive been demeaned (so a lot) -> i feel i dont have the grit or willpower to do something -> i try something thinking ill fail or just avoid it outright -> i feel pathetic. shit sucks ass.

anyways word vomit over thats p much it

[rebelyelling]

It has been a while since i did one of these.

Stuff my patrons say (i work at a dive bar)

Patron: Everytime i come in here i get racially profiled. Ima stop coming in here. (Proceeds to become a regular)

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P1: (pointing at me) thats my wife!

P2: nice. (To me) i met this guy on road crew

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P1: (shutting outside door to block karaoke) some people should not pic up a mic

P2: (to p1) like you!

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P: if i sing Single Ladies can i get a free drink?

Me: no

P: i’m singing it anyway

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Context: two patrons who knocked a guy out months before happen to be there at the same time as the guy they hit

Me: you boys be on your best behavior now

P1: i have never caused an issue here. I’m an angel!

Me pointing to guy they hit

P1: i’ll behave

P2: *laughing the whole time*

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P (a straight white man): i’m a lesbean!

Bartender 2 (an actual lesbean): high five

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P (who i just sold a losing keno ticket to): you are, and pardon my French, fucking useless

Me: *cackling*

P: you either sell me a loser or one that too high to be redeemed here. I had to go to (state lottery hq) last time

Me: no inbetween

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P: are we family

Me: idk are we?

P: we are now

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P: what i wouldnt give to gobble you up

Me: *laughing* you’ve said that for years

P: and its still true!

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P1: you don’t turn your back on family!

P2: *cheering*

Me: is…are you quoting the Fast and the Furious?

P1: yes

P2: gotta live your life a quarter mile at a time

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P1: thats my wife (pointing at me)

P2: no shit? Like actually your wife

P1: no! Just my bar wife

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Me to bar husband: this is our son now (baby faced freshly 21)

P1 (husband): damn we made one ugly kid

P2 (son): fuck off

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P1: thats my mom (points at me) and this is my real mom (points at real mom)

Me: did…did you really want us to meet?

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P1: (talking about some historical event)

P2: girl, i only got to Anne Frank

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P: its colder than a goats teet in here

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Someone comes into the parkinglot laying on the horn

Me: who the fuck is doing that

Regular comes in

P: did you hear me coming in? I had to improvise since i dont have a screaming goat

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Me: yeah the bikers gave me a road name

P: thats cool, whatd you do to get it

Me: well when youre clumsy…

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P1: hey i heard you crashes your motorcycle. Are you okay?

Me: yeah im good. I walked away with just a split lip

P1: thats good, whatd you hit?

P2: a dumpster!

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P1: i heard you had fun in Sturgis

P2: i did, i fell off a golfcart

P1: oh like (me)

Me: copycat

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P1: you know what, id like to talk to the manager

Me: let me find someone who cares *spins around* yes sir how can i help

P2: she got you there

P1: that was fucking good

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Context: i got a puppy and he was only ten weeks at the time

P: im usually scared of dogs, but this guys my buddy

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Context: regular walked out on his bill

Me: *cleaning kitchen and hears regular* *holding soapy knife* if you ever walk out again

P: babygirl please! Im sorry

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Context: karaoke is aloud to go over but we have a hard limit of 2:00 am and this person wanted to sing a song at 2:01. She was also really off key

Karaoke DJ: you have to ask the bartender

Me: *looks up to see him violently shaking his head no* sorry no can do

P: i’ll pay you $50

Me: *struggling* im sorry i cant

——

Theres many more but this post is long

[mordcore]

oh also it just hit me why queer men *and* incels like anime

anime doesn't have the same toxic gender ideals as mainstream usa media has. probably has different ones but men are allowed to not be performing toxic masculinity and not be immediately troped as creepy perverted weirdo who's weird and freakish about sex and in general (i hate hollywood so much).

there's even a kind of anime trope about a guy whos a big loser and over the course of the story he gets to be cool and badass and maybe even the things that made him a loser inspire his power later on (i'm thinking about SAO right now but only got the abridged version in my head so im not 100% certain kirito is cast as an irl loser in the og sao too but for sure the "likes videogames" is what gives him the advantage).

and the thing about men is that there's two classes of men. the incels call them chads vs virgins or alpha males vs beta males. queer men might call them cishets vs queer people. or privileged men vs opressed men.

the two classes thing is true about women as well btw, mainstream feminists these days will pretend there isn't two classes of women but who got bullied in highschool vs who got bullied is by no means random and it works the same way for men. it's about how gender conforming you are perceived to be. are you "a real woman"/"a real man"? or are you a defective one?

queer man and incels are groups that are very different obviously, but they share the trait of being in the class of "defective men". they can't measure up to toxic masculinity standards because they're gay or they don't even like all that stuff or maybe they do but they just suck at imitating it. the difference is that queer men, once they (we) identify as queer, often learn to embrace this second class as liberating and stop trying to match up to societal standards. same goes for queer "defective women" people and when the freaks from both sides join forces gender roles get thrown in the garbage and only taken out to play with and that's why -- in my personal experience -- among queer folks the gender you are or were or whatever doesn't really set you apart from your peers as much as it does in cishet/ "first class gender" circles. or at all even.

but the incels somehow didn't find that liberation and instead hunkered down in their toxic blackpill communities making each other worse. they know they are defective men and their analysis of gender conformance among men has some good points, but. i don't know maybe they are too authoritarian to even consider that breaking social norms can be a good thing or maybe they're too white and cis-straight to even want to join the same group as the queer freaks or i dont fucking know why someone becomes an incel instead of joining forces with other freaks and lift each other up.

to return to anime. i think it's because anime gives what men from hollywood-poisoned societies can perceive as freedom to be a second class man and still being a person.

anime conventions are strange places, i don't know any other places where so many queer and queerphobic people occupy the same spaces. (anecdotal evidence: all but one queerphobic remarks i've had said to me in public (men's) bathrooms were at anime conventions)

(wip but posting cuz i dont trust drafts)

[lovesanmotion]

hi!!

um.. are your request opens?

if so, I wanted to request a bully!hongjoong who finds out the nerdy girl (y/n with fem pronouns) is a stripper. they have a tom and jerry like relationship. (and they have an angst but fluff ending) (sorry it isn't too specific, I wanted you to have creativity with it)

(if you dont write bully aus, please let me know)

I also hope this isn't too much :))

bye 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

Anyhow - Kim Hongjoong

💌 This is: Requested

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

At first, you didn't know if Hongjoong was trying to get your attention or just messing with you. But slowly, you came into terms that it was the latter and he enjoyed seeing you getting riled up because of him.

For Hongjoong, it felt like his sole purpose is to annoy you.

Sometimes he'd cut you off in the line and get infront of you during lunch breaks. Though you called him out for it, he'd just shut you off.

"You already have four eyes, can't you see I got here before you?"

On some days, he'd slyly extend his foot out just so you would trip in front of him and become the laughing stock of everyone in the hallways.

"What? Can't you walk properly? Stop being so embarrassing"

And last but not the least, you'd sometimes open your notes for a test, only to see drawings of dicks, pussies and stick figures fucking on the paper. It became clear to you that Hongjoong didn't like you, at all.

And so when high school graduation came, you completely disappeared from your former classmates and solely focused on your healing and growth. Healing and growth meaning dyeing your hair, exchanging rimmed glasses for contacts, removing your braces and stripper poles.

"You're early today, Y/N" Said the buff bouncer. Smiling, you shook your head.

"Gotta prepare for tonight's show, Ji."

"As always from the great performer Y/N"

You walked towards the dressing rooms, greeting the other girls and your manager as you made your way. Sitting down on the wooden seat, you had your hair and makeup done before slipping out of your shirt and shorts to an innocent yet sexy flower girl costume.

"Looking good darling" Your manager compliments, marvelling your outfit. "Stunning as always." He says before going towards you to give you a hug. "You go out there and have fun, darling!"

"Thank you, Nana!" You smiled, waving your hand at him as he walks away before going out of the velvety doors. Purple and blue lights swirled around the dim club, new customers and old clients drinking mojitos and tequilas. You got up on stage and cheers immediately errupted as they saw you.

"Y/N! It's my friend's first time here!" You tilted your head to the side, a small smile painting your lips as you realized that the guy talking to you is Wooyoung, a regular in this place.

"I'll take good care of him" you spoke, the boys hollered as you walked over to a man with vibrant orange hair. He looked familiar, you thought. Small face, sharp nose and perfect set of white teeth. You swore you've seen those features before.

"What's your name, handsome?" You whispered as you leaned closer to him. The man in front of you shyly looked away, a small tint of pink blush splotching his cheeks before letting out a small chuckle. That sound....he couldn't be-

"Hongjoong"

That name. That name that tormented you for four years straight with no end. He looked different now in front of you, maybe it was the hair? You couldn't tell.

"Care to tell me yours, sweetheart?" He asks, grinning as his fingertips lightly graze your jaw and slowly to your chin.

"...Y/N"

That name alone rang a bell inside Hongjoong's mind and you swore you saw his eyes turn wide, retracting his hand from your face.

"I'm sorry...I have to go" you spoke before immediately running away, running out in the back door and into the dark alleyways.

"Wait! Y/N! Come back! I need to talk to you!"

"Why should I wait for you?" You irritatedly asked, turning around to face him, the neon lights illuminating above both of your heads. "Have you forgotten the things you did to me back then?"

"Please-"

"And there's nothing to talk about too! I cut you off from my life, what makes you think I can bring you back?"

A deep sigh escapes your lips, slowly backing away from him as Hongjoong starts to walk closer to you. "Y/N please"

"Go back inside, joong."

"Let me talk to you-"

"I don't want to talk to you"

"I missed you!"

Your eyebrows furrowed to what he just said. "What?"

"I...I used to bully you back then because I didn't know how to get your attention." Hongjoong explains, lazily shrugging his shoulders. "I was told to stop and man up and confess to you...until I found myself bullying you more."

That probably explains it, why there were days wherein Hongjoong didn't make any sense to you. Helping you with the math homework, letting you cheat off in geography by showing you his answers and whispering the correct answers during recitations.

"I know you probably can't forgive me now...but if I could, I'd like to start all over again with you"

Contemplating inside your head, you wondered if it was right to patch things up with Hongjoong. Over the years, you've matured and decided not to look back in your past. It distracts you from the now as you'd say.

Nodding your head, you took two steps forward, smiling as you extended your hand out to him. "Hi. I'm Y/N."

Hongjoong, smiling at your greeting, took two steps forward, holding your hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Hongjoong."

[hqcult]

SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

[gorematchala]

So I wish I had the full body artwork to go off of but I've been staring at what they showed for like 6 hours total by now and I need to ramble about Fire Emblem designs.

Let me start by establishing my position on this series. I played Awakening and I dont care about any of the gameplay or plots of any of the games at all. My opinions are about the character designs and nothing else. Other than I think the child soldier void and the incest shit in Fates is kinda really fucked up. But anyway.

I'm okay with protags all looking like Marth. It really doesnt bother me. The Breath of Fire series has a blue haired dragony hero man and a blonde angel girl as the protagonists of every game and thats fine. I think its neat to have reoccuring character concepts like that sometimes. And I think that Marth, Sigurd, Ike, ect. are cool individual designs. Blue haired Lord class protagonist. Love it, totally fine.

Other weirder designs are also welcome. Robin being a weird dragon cult wizard clone thing was awesome. Corrin being a metal deer dragon, fantastic. Beyond the protagonists I dont even hate the non functional boob armor and such like Camilla in fates. Its a video game it doesnt have to be practical. But whats important about any design is about its functionality in terms of action. That the costume is cool to look at and consistent with what the character does or how theyre themed. You wouldnt give a thief character Black Knight armor, and the Black Knight would look weird fighting with a rapier. But Lucina wants sweater armor? Fine, shes supposed to be agile and she fights with a straight sword. Shes cute, let her be. HOWEVER.

While Robin is really great, and Corrin is extremely interesting, and Alm/Celica are absolutely perfect in their redesigns, FE3H introduced some of the worst character designs maybe in video games as a whole. I'm not just talking about Byleth but I could write a book about how bad Byleth's costumes are. I wont cuz I'm gonna do that for the new one. But the long and short is you've got monotone grey costumes that are half batman armor half cutist robes, with weird desaturated pink trim which doesnt match anything else on the design, with grey blue hair, and a neon purple dagger. The color theory alone is infuriating. Then the models in game make it worse by looking horrific in their own right. My complaints about their amor are too specific to explain without me pointing at them and gesturing wildly so suffice it to say there is a way that armor should be shaped to create a nice visual flow and theirs does not do that.

Now with Alear... I'll start this one by establishing that on a base level theyre better than Byleth. I think in terms of hair the female Alear looks less like a yugioh zexel character which is good. The split color isnt the biggest problem for me but it is *too* saturated and kinda obnoxious to look at, and the heterochromia throws it over the top into being fully annoying. Female Alear has the giant eyeball problem that female Byleth had. I dont get why her tiara is grey when every other accent on both of them is gold. The guys hair would be fine if it wasnt glued together in the front creating this bizarre forehead window. They both have confusing bowtie/ scarf/ neck tie things going on. His disappears under his vest but of course her is suctioned between her balloon tits because of course. I like her skort thing but I dont get why they created visual lines that travel down to become the skirt pleats, bu then they have a belt creating a hard horizontal break in that flow, and why they decided to make the skirt blue because it wouldve looked better white? It wouldve been the same blue to white ratio as the male version because of her thigh strap things. And speaking of straps!! This guy has a strap attached from the end of his jacket to the knee guard on his greaves, and then his belt has a weird cross shaped offshoot that is like sewn to the back of the boot jacket strap??? The gold trim on their arms is kinda meandering and formless, it looks like they should have some kind of gauntlet covering the stuff on the forearm.

Like it isnt as awful as Byleth in terms of it being nothing, but now its too much, and whats there is kind of stupid. Additionally once again whoever is doing the modelling and animations is not doing the game any favors because they all look like mid quality porn models. Something about the placement of the eyes and mouth on all the female characters screams 3d hentai to me. It's also weird how much higher detail their heads are from the rest of their bodies.

I dont really have a point or a conclusion here but I'm just baffled as to why this series has had such a drop off with their character designs since 3H and its been eating my brain for a day now so here is your peak into my psychosis.