#i mean SOMEONE has to do it……… someone has to expose ppl to all this brainrot inducing dialogue

[yeommijeong]

I like me better when I'm with you

Mr. Gu & Yeom Mi Jeong Episode 8, My Liberation Notes (2022)

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they act if you called them pretty upon getting catch looking at them…

Dan Heng: blushes. Hard.

He’s not use to someone complimenting his looks as it’s not something he finds important.

‘Are you really that shameless to say such things aloud?’ He’d say while avoiding eye contact with you.

Dan Heng would act as though you just shouted this out loud in front a hoard of people, even though you didn’t.

He’s awkward when it comes to taking compliments aimed his way but his reaction is too fucking cute to ignore and will warrant another compliment his way, which will only serve in making his face brunt redder.

‘Shut up, please.’ He’d plead as he covers a hand over your eyes, feeling as though they’ve stared deeply into his soul and actually see him as a whole person and more. ‘You talk too much about things you don’t understand the first thing of.’

He’s probably going to get teased by March 7th after this and it’ll be used as blackmail, probably.

Give him a moment to breath and calm down before complimenting on how pretty he is because he will combust from how flustered he is.

Argenti: would probably start a compliment war in all honesty because how can you say he’s pretty without admitting that you are also quite a sight for sore eyes.

If you were to compliment his hair, he’d resort back with how even the stars put on their best performance within your presence.

He’s got such a way with words that can easily leave one flustered without even trying. He’d even wax poetry on the spot about how the light catches your eyes in a way similar to that of a kaleidoscope, bright, vibrant and above all breathtaking.

Argenti doesn’t hold back, will not hold back, and will not back down from letting you know just how ethereal you look to him.

He can do this all day, you however could not do this all day seeing how this man has unlimited ammunition when it came to complimenting the beauty of pretty much everything.

(I mean this is the same dude who complimented a plant. 🪴 I bet that plant blushed, we just didn’t see it bc who wouldn’t blush if a chivalrous red head complimented them?)

Welt: smiles softly as a light blush coated his cheeks.

He’s well kept for someone who’s in his 60/70/80’s And he deserves to be told as such!

(all I know is that he’s grandpa age from other ppl)

So when you do compliment him and call him pretty, this old man is going to thank you for such kind words and probably give you head pats as a reward.

He appreciates a kind compliment now and then.

‘Why thank you, I try my best to keep in good shape if I’m meant to keep up with all of you.’ He would say in response followed by a chuckle.

Welt is young at heart and knows that his body isn’t how it once was but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a restless spirit within an old man’s body. So when you compliment him, it only makes him feel good and warm on the inside.

Blade: doesn’t know how to take compliments.

He’s not use to it and doesn’t know how to react to it other than saying something along the lines of;

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

‘Flattery will get you nowhere.’

Or just straight up. ‘No.’

And all the while his face is like this: 😐 or this 😒

It’s never one or the other, blade just doesn’t view himself worth the compliment, when the only things about him that people see most is that he’s a bad dude in a bad group doing bad things.

He doesn’t see why you’re wasting a kind, genuine compliment on someone whose entire body is riddled in ugly scars.

Blade is the type of person where you’d have to prove that your compliment is genuine or else he just won’t believe it.

Sampo: his ego is boosted to the max.

Well done you’ve made him even more insufferable.

He will smile that Cheshire smile of his and ask to hear what else about him you find appealing besides his pretty face.

You: your exposed hips, you slut-

However behind his cocky persona, he’s a giggly bitch who’s mentally kicking his feet and writing this interaction in his bubblegum pink diary with a glitter pen.

Sampo is deeply invested in what you thought about the rest of him but won’t let it show as he would consider it ‘out of character’ for himself. So he’ll continue to act the cocky and confident fool like he always does.

He’ll be the type to tease you about potentially killing him while internally screaming himself and telling other people that you find him pretty, much to your embarrassment.

‘You see them over there? Yeah they called ol’ Sampo pretty!’ He’d say to a random person while pointing towards you as you try to hide yourself behind a trash can…only for the trash can to grow arms and legs and walk off elsewhere.

Why were the arms and legs buff as fuck? What was their workout routine? You must know. now.

Sunday: takes the compliment in kind.

He looks like the type to get called handsome or pretty on the daily, so it’s nothing new to him but he’ll take the compliment nonetheless.

He’s probably the most calm out of the bunch when being called pretty, besides from maybe Welt.

He’s not bashful, he’s not overtly arrogant and he’s not in denial about it either. He just takes the compliment as it is and goes on about his day like any other.

Though people would take note on how he’s smiling brighter than usual. Your compliment would stay with him the entire day, as it serves as a reminder of his place within your heart and he’s secretly scheming on ways on how to stay within your heart.

Permanently.

[sanspuppet]

Hi!! What do you think of NOT SHY hard dom Yeosang, like one night he just flips a switch and shows you who he truly is behind closed doors, and is SUPER confident and commanding w the deep voice of his..

I mean most of the time ppl make him out as kind of shy-ish or brief during sex but what if he's really not like that.. and he's fed up w the sweet boy image, bc even mythical angel men crack at some point..

I LOVE UR WRITING AND YOU SO SO MUCH 💜💜💜💜💜💜

W/T: smut, unprotected sex (don’t), fingering, established relationship, pet names (baby)

omg i highly agree with you T-T, also thanks for the sweet words, lov you too <33

duh okey so i just read your ask again and noticed a couple details… and now i fear it doesn’t perfectly suit to your thought… im soso sorry if it doesn’t but i still tried my best “-“

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“Yeosang has been a teasing all day”, you think to yourself while showering. The way he touched you… the way he spoke to you with that fucking tone he knew would drive you crazy… the way his tight undershirt exposed his toned biceps… but it was unintentional, right? You can feel your core soaking wet, and it surely isn’t because of the water drops falling over your body.

You internally yelp, hearing someone knocking on the door, the deep voice of Yeosang coming from the other side:

“Babe, how long it’ll take?”

Your mind is taken away from your thoughts, bringing you back to reality as you stutter to reply him. You turn off the showerhead, letting him to hear you better: “n-not much, almost done.” you reassure him, leaving hesitantly the shower to dry yourself.

“Okey, please come to our bedroom right after you finish.” You nod, putting on slowly your underwear.

Minutes after, you exit the bathroom, still nervous about the effect he had on you the entire day. Laying next to him this night, will be a fucking torture, seeing his gorgeous face while sleeping like a baby, but the intentions you’d have for him not as innocent.

And now, you see Yeosang’s bare back as you enter the bedroom. He throws his undershirt on the chair next to the nightstand, turning around to look at you, his stare diving into yours. Your breath gets heavy when he tilts his head, wanting you to come closer.

“Lay down, baby” Yeosang indicates the bed, his confident voice making you genuinely obey him, bouncing on the mattress as you throw yourself on it. You gulp, when your eyes catch the figure of his body stripping. His clothes falling quickly on the floor, as he positions himself in front of you. Your mouth hangs open when you get to see his boner standing between your legs, asking to yourself if you could ever take it all the way in.

“You okay with this, darling? Want you so bad right now.” he questions. You don’t think twice before nodding, though this situation got you off guard, you’re surely not going to complain.

Yeosang smirks, his hands grip the sides of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He moves then apart your knees, so he could get a better view of your already dripping cunt. “Fuck, so pretty for me.”

You can’t even pay attention to what he’s saying, your mind’s already full with the sight of his hard dick, ready to dive into you. You feel Yeosang’s hand raising your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He presses his lips on yours, bringing you back to his face. “Eyes here baby, want you to look at me when i’ll fuck you, got it?” You blink a couple times, your heartbeat accelerates as you feel his other hand sliding beneath your nightgown, your breaths getting sharper when he brings it slowly up your chest, reaching your breast. Yeosang reveals a satisfied groan, feeling your softness under his touch. Either way, you’re kinda surprised finding out that new side of him, that side that you drooled for the past two years of engagement, still you’re in disbelief about how you could have resisted all this time. As if he could read your mind, he searches for your lips again, sucking and biting on them to get a better taste of your sweet yet addicting arousal.

“God, i’ve waited so much for doing this”

The temptation between you two grows stronger than ever, his hand lands on every inch of your body, trying to catch your softness under his grip. Suddenly you feel two fingers stimulating your sensitive corner, the unexpected friction causes your muscles to tense under the weight of Yeosang’s body. You roll your eyes back, biting your lower lip to hold back any reaction. He’s looking at you with disapproval in his eyes, attacking your consumed lips another time, getting you to let out whimpers between your devouring kisses.

“gotta prepare your tight cunt for later, don’t you think?”

Yeosang inserts two finger inside your sobbing entrance without any hesitation, making sure to hit every sweet spot, rubbing his fingertips against your aroused corners. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, your hands are caressing his naked back, trailing down his spine, your soft touch out of tune with his decisive way to pump your pussy with his slender fingers, sends him goosebumps, wanting you to loose yourself on him.

“Fuck… I’m going to add another one”

Without even waiting for you to articulate any word, he slides into you his ring finger, a low pitched groan escaping his mouth, loving the feeling of your hot, creamy walls sucking his fingers, wet ropes already dripping out of your pussy, with him stimulating your sweet spot simultaneously. You can’t help but keep whining his name into his ear, holding yourself on his shoulder, your nails leaving scratches over his light skin. You feel the heat in your stomach growing, your body more sensitive than ever before, trembling and spasming as he pushed his fingers deeply into your cunt.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Yeo- c-close, don’t stop-“

you keep babbling, feeling your mind getting quickly foggy, focusing on nothing but the immense pleasure his touch is giving you.

“Yeah baby, cum on my fingers.” he chuckles at your desperate state, speeding his pace as you start moaning louder. “All wet and ready to be fucked” he leans over you ear, whispering: “You’ll clench like this over my cock too, won’t you?” his words booming inside your head make you instinctively tensing your lower muscles, squeezing his fingers buried into your pussy. “Yeah just like that”

You can feel it, the pleasure turning into pure arousal, your legs are shaking uncontrollably, to your amazement, the orgasm reached you faster than it has ever did, your juices spreading all around his wrinkling fingers, dripping out of your overstimulated sex.

“Mmmh fuck! it feels so good… Yeo…” you whimper finally, breathing in deeply trying to regain yourself, and get off of your high. Yeosang sits with a proud smirk between your legs, caressing your inner thighs, fighting not to concentrate too much on how hard, almost hurting, his cock is, needy to dive into your heavenly pussy as soon as it could.

“Just imagine how good you’ll be all filled with my cum.”

You nod mindlessly, in fact, despite you’re still not over your previous orgasm and too sensitive to be fucked again already, you want more, you need more from him.

“Yes, please… want you inside-“ you fight to articulate such a simple phrase, yet you feel distraught by how his suave fingers dived into you.

Yeosang doesn’t respond, he slightly smirk, chuckling joyfully, surprised by your slutty side he has never found out till tonight. He grabs forcefully your ass, lifting it up at the angle where he could fuck you better, kneeling in front of your soaking cunt, his cockhead slams against your clit, having you letting out another frustrated moan, impatient to feel his warm member worshiping you to its limit. Lewd, squelching sounds fill the air inside your bedroom, as he starts pounding you, the sound of his pelvis slamming against your thigh gap give him the ecstasy to act rougher, to slide into you faster. Not that it would be hard, feeling your wet folds embracing his length so fucking well, even you are amazed by the flow between you two. Yeosang’s mind go numb as he feels for the first time the closest possible to you, he fucking loves it, he doesn’t want to stop. the opportunity to finally mark you as his, lets his possessive self getting frisky, pumping you like a man who had fucked hundreds of time would do. Groaning, exasperating, hissing the shit out of his lungs, he feels amazing and he wants to demonstrate it.

“Fuuck- my balls prepared a big load for you, my cum will leak out of your pussy for days until i’ll breed you fully again.” his previous sharp thrusts are getting now sloppy, his precum keeps releasing, your mind had lost any coherent thoughts from minutes ago. Yeosang stares at the way your tits bounce every time his cockhead kisses harshly your deepest spot, the view drives unconsciously his body towards his orgasm.

“Mmm yeah so tight and warm, fuck i love it”

he trows his head back, loosing his pace as he feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, all he can do is rolling his hips back and forth, accompanying the both of you over the edge. You don’t even realize that you’re jabbering quietly, your mind feels dizzy and only what you can think about is how good it feels to be full with your boyfriend’s cock:

“p-please… inside… cum- fuck…”

Yeosang surely loves to see you like this, he promises to himself that he’ll fuck you dumb at least every three days. He keeps to bury his dick inside your cunt, till you feel ropes of hot cum shooting into you, and it doesn’t stop, his cock releases his seeds until Yeosang could see it trying to leak out of the small gap between your inner walls and his cock still buried in them. You finally let out your last moan before the second chanting orgasm hits your lower abdomen, you arch your back by the irresistible stimulation, feeling how Yeosang’s length twitched inside with you.

“How do you feel, baby?”

“Sticky”

[allastoredeer]

Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!

We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.

So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…

It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.

I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…

~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”

~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”

Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed

“oh he is so stealing my job already”

Lmao

OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)

Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.

This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.

Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌

thank you for listening

Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.

Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).

And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).

And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^

[read-write-thrive]

edwina / edith in her lingerie as inspired by @hannaloony and @arisprite ‘s fanart !!! this one’s on the simpler side but I’m planning to do a companion piece with charlotte (and might do more with the backgrounds to really sell the whole “getting ready in their respective eras” thing, not sure yet) and hopefully doing something a little more suggestive with the both of them, again inspired by @hannaloony ‘s piece but using my own interpretations of fem!payneland w/ butch!edwina and fem!charlotte bc i love them

(side note: I know everyone is using Edith and not Edwina but I think Edwina suits my interpretation better for some reason ?? something about ppl hearing “Edwina and Charlie” and getting jumpscared when Edwina is the butch is funny to me,,, still undecided if she uses any nicknames but I’m open to suggestions lol)

previous artwork I’ve done of these characters can be found here: part one (original duo piece) ; part two (alt outfit for Edwina, Edwina sketches) ; this is part three! ; part four (lingerie!Charlotte ;)

notes on the costuming choices for anyone interested:

- i specifically designed these undergarments to work under either of the outfits I’ve given her so far!!

- I decided on combinations as her base layer as they were seen as younger/more casual/athletic, all of which im aiming for with this design. technically these are probably too plain for the era, especially if she was attending a girl's college/finishing school where sewing and adorning and the like would have been taught, but I wanted to keep the masculine energy so I figured some ruffly hems and blue ribbon was a good enough middle ground

- the color palette is inspired by several reproductions I’ve seen online as well as keeping with Edwin’s blue color motif/existing palette

- researching the corset took AGES so here’s a rundown: I wanted it to keep with the casual/sportswear look so I went with a sports corset, meaning it wouldn’t have any hard boning (it was just the hella reinforced material without the actual bones/metal), would have elastic at the sides, and would most likely be an overbust corset despite that not being the trend during the Edwardian era (for the most part/to my knowledge). the examples I was inspired by of sports corsets technically didn’t have visible garters, but literally every other corset I saw did and I can't imagine why sports corsets would have to have the more impractical thigh garters ??? surely you also want to keep your stockings up when running around ??? so I gave them to her anyway

- im keeping the socks/stockings the same as my other illustrations but honestly i struggled to find similar historical examples :/ surely someone at some point wore some heavy duty knit stockings, but maybe my idea of knit is just different from how knit garments, especially socks, were in the era ? regardless im keeping them like this, especially since Charlotte has pantyhose on and I feel like silk/cotton stockings would look too similar

- i went back and forth on a corset cover, but ultimately went without one bc 1. it gave me a more interesting way to pose her lol and 2. i couldn't tell if corset covers (and similar garments that went over top what we have here) would have been worn with athletic attire ? like I have her in bloomers in both of her outfits thus far so I figured no petticoat or slip, but early brassieres/corset covers/bust improvers/etc are just a big ??? from me

- a note on her hair: so if you look at all three of my illustrations of her you’ll see that her hair is totally consistent and while I can try to say that’s intentional it’s really just bc I keep going back and forth on little details about it. for example, in the first illustration her ears are completely exposed vs in the second they’re mostly covered—the exposed ears read as more butch to me but also would’ve been pretty inappropriate and I wasn’t sure if that’s an area would Edwina would rock the boat too much, hence me going back on it in the second illustration. also, I’ve gone back and forth several times before on it her hair is actually cut short or if it’s worn in a faux/“nervous” bob (which I just learned that name for lmao). on one hand, having it actually cut short is 100% more butch and leans into the practical/athletic vibes. on the other hand, it would be a drastic move for a repressed, bullied, 16 year old at an all-girls school to pull, plus it would put her ahead of the trend by several years. in the end, I think of it this way: the Edwin that we meet reads as effeminate to a modern audience, but 80% of that is through mannerisms, not direct costuming, and even what we do get from costuming is skewed bc we are a modern audience perceiving an Edwardian subject. so I figured sticking Edwina with traits she could wear as either masc or fem but chooses to wear bin a more masculine style would shorthand that sort of how-you-wear-it approach to gnc (plus I’ve been there done that when closeted so it felt extra fitting)

- that whole rant aside: I went with the faux bob but, in the name of her being in the process of getting ready, wanted to show it in a half-done state that we would never see Edwina in otherwise ! the idea with the undone side is that she’s taken out the rags she wore her curls in overnight (I don’t see her using heat but if she did it would be before this) but only tucked half up before putting her corset on. is that the actual order of how you would/should do this? fuck if I know. I also am not 100% certain if the curl pattern/hair density is accurate between one side of her head and the other, but without an exact reference this is the best you’re getting

- speaking of things being out of order, I do know that if you’re deciding to don a corset anytime soon, it’s best to put your shoes on beforehand! especially if they’re lace-up boots like our girl here wears, as bending over in a corset to tie them is not fun. thankfully, she’s in a sports corset so it wouldn’t be too bad, plus she has to step into her bloomers so I figured keep her in her socks was the right choice

- there’s a halfhearted attempt at a background here with some dark wood panelling and red/orange/brown tones thats honestly just me wanting some contrast/interest while also keeping it simple. we'll see if i do anything more complicated than that anytime soon lmao, these pieces take long enough as is !!

hopefully tumblr doesn’t fuck up the cut (again) so not everyone has to read all of this, but tysm to those of you who do!! I put a lot of thought and research into these pieces and love sharing what info I find so feel free to talk to me about any and all of it !!!! and hope you enjoyed ofc

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

hey crazy question, since you said there is no evil what would you call hitler evil? trump? mussolini? genghis khan? jeffrey dahmer? jeffrey epstein? KKK members? IDF? and if they're evil then i guess you're telling me child rapists are the only ones that shouldn't be called evil? why is that?

I'm gonna ignore your bad faith misreading of my ideas and your attempt to insinuate I am a child abuser and answer your first question for other ppls sake, cuz I think it is a reasonable thing ppl might be grappling with.

In a word, no.

In a few more words, I think the question fails to properly interrogate what I mean when I refer to evil. 'Evil' is a component of a moral framework, and I feel that moral frameworks are by and large shallow and not very useful in furthering for understandings of the world around us, or very conducive to creating material change, from an individual scale to a societal scale.

The central idea I put forward in that post is that it is not some grand moral badness that enables violence and abuse, but rather systems of power. All of your examples speak to this. You mention the wealthy, political leaders, a state backed by a global superpower, and a group that was comprised of people with systemic power over their victims.

Viewing them merely as "evil" is frankly uncurious and in some ways, cyclical and thought terminating. It begs the question: "they're bad because they're bad because they're bad."

We have NO disagreement in the fact that what those people do or did have produced violence and harm, many on a scale which is difficult to fully comprehend the magnitude of. It is equally difficult to understand even how one could act with such cruelty towards fellow human beings. But just because it is difficult to understand does not mean it is impossible. They didn't do those things because they were born with some kind of evil gene or soul.

They, like you and I, were created by the context of the world around them. If Adolf Hitler died as a child, would Germany have been rid of its antisemitism or have lost its imperial ambitions? Would war have been averted? Certainly not. There were specific, relatively measurable conditions which allowed fascism to flower. If not him, someone else would have helmed that movement.

If Adolf Hitler were born in another place and time, he would not be Adolf Hitler in any meaningful sense. A person is more or less a sum of their environment. People cannot exist outside the context that they do in fact exist in.

And so to then declare someone as 'evil' amounts to saying just about nothing. It's zero sum. If people do harm simply because they are evil, then what can be done? Create a list of them and then systematically exterminate them?

Many people have twisted my words and claimed that what I am saying is that we should expose our bellies and allow bigots to gut us, or that I equivocate violence against oppressors and violence against the oppressed. This is categorically untrue. When violence is brought against you, violent response can be prudent.

But what happens after the relations of power have been altered? When the abuser or oppressor no longer has the power to harm you? Is there reason to harm them besides to punish or sate a desire for revenge? If they no longer have the means to do 'evil,' then what purpose does violence against them serve besides for the sake of our own bloodlust?

You will not see me shed a tear for Israeli settlers killed by opposition forces, or for abusers killed by a victim defending themself because those relations of power are still in place. Settlers can leave, soldiers can dodge the draft, and abusers can stop abusing.

But if they settle, kill, and abuse because they are 'evil,' then what choice did they have to begin with? And what can be done to stop colonialism, state violence, and abuse in the future? Are evil people just going to stop being born?

The framework of evil adds nothing, gives no solutions, and hinders progress by giving us amnesty for not looking at our own relationship to power structures. But a materialist, analytical framework provides us tools to deconstruct those structures and hopefully move beyond them.

[myfandomrealitea]

I had to check myself recently because I'm so used to being in discord servers with vent channels, that when I ended up joining one *without* a vent channel, I realized Holy shit, where can I go to complain about the day-to-day things that piss me off? And I thought of your post & took a step back, like You know what? I can complain on my own time, on my own blog, or in private to a close friend who offers to listen. I can just let this server be fun.

Anyway, I think people are still furious over your post because (and forgive me if someone's said this before) the availability and reach of the internet has conditioned ppl to believe that it's acceptable/required/encouraged to vent in any space, at any time, to anyone, and that the audience should willingly receive it. It's like a form of brainwashing.

Honestly, the single major response I've gotten is people screaming that I'm an evil racist white bitch oppressing people of color because I'm asking them not to talk about genocide or police brutality in fandom spaces.

There is a huge, huge difference between stopping someone who is actually, actively being racist within a public space and asking people not to force others to constantly engage with and expose themselves to the horrors of the world, especially in spaces where they have retreated specifically to recover from those things.

Its basically like going to a wellness and recovery retreat and forcing everyone there to watch the news and read articles and watch videos about world horrors.

Almost everyone in a Discord server has profiles on other social medias. Everyone on the internet sees, willingly or not, what is happening in the world right now. We all know these things happen. We are not blind. We are not ignoring it.

When I go onto Discord and go into my silly little fandom servers, its after I've spent an hour on Tumblr on my main blog reblogging aid posts. Circulating information. Doing my best to connect people to people who can help them. Its after I've spent my lunch break at work listening to my colleagues talking about the latest knifing or child kidnapping. Its after checking Snapchat only to see headlines like MAN BRUTALLY STABS DOG IN PUBLIC PARK.

When I go into those servers, its because I need to get away from all of that. I need to have that time away where I can recover and recharge or I simply won't go online because I know there is absolutely nowhere online where I can simply enjoy something without other people grabbing me by the head and forcing me to look elsewhere at things that are horrific and upsetting.

And the thing about those spaces is they themselves need protection and moderation in order to remain safe. And you know what that means?

It means preventing racism and homophobia. It means if someone is being unpleasant, they get shut down. If someone is being bigoted, they get removed. Because they are making that space unsafe.

Literally nobody except these idiots screaming about racism are suggesting that we just outright allow racism to keep happening.

[celestie0]

THINKING ABT BRIDGETON AU GOJO BCS IM REWATCHING QUEEN CHARLOTTE A BRIDGETON STORY 😭🔥

Okay so Imagine Gojo is a duke in this AU and after the ball from my last Bridgestone gojo brain rot you guys starting spending more time together and getting to know each other and everyone who sees u guys together can literally feel the tension even his own mother feels it it’s like a Daphne and Simon kind of situation yk also Gojo stops visiting brothels after getting to know you and then one day during one of you’re guys hangouts he says he can’t see you anymore and that you deserve someone better than him who will be able to love you and like readers you’re like ?? Cuz like it don’t make no sense Like we were talking shit abt the ppl in ball and laughing together tf you mean 😭 and imagine you let him be and their is another ball this evening and a prince is their so you get all dressed up ans make sure you’re the prettiest girl in the room to make him jealous and you’re walking down the stairs and you catch the prince’s and Gojo attention and everybody is looking at you n the prince asks you to dance and Gojo gets jealous and storms outside even his mother is shocked so reader is dancing with the prince and she excuses herself to freshen up even tho she plans to see gojo and she goes outside and Gojo sees her and asks what she’s doing here and then she says she was looking for him and confronts him about him not wanting to marry her even tho she thought he was interested and then he says he is interested but she deserves someone who actually knows how to love her and that he isn’t the right man for her and that she deserved better and she says you are better and then Gojo steps closer and they finally kiss BUT they get caught by one of the girls that want to marry Gojo and she comes out from her hiding spot or sum shit and she threatens to expose them to the Ton if gojo doesn’t marry her so gojo decides to announce ur guys engagement at the ball and her plan backfires on her lady whistle down has a field trip with this one fr 😭😭 so many thoughts abt gojo rn it’s unreal 😔😫

bae isn't this just the entire plot of s1 brigerton??😂😂😂 ooo i like the twist of the girl that wants to marry him blackmailing him w the kiss eep i think itd be interesting if the plan didn't backfire right away n they would go through w that (gojo engaged to the other girl) just to save reader's reputation in the ton or sumn but then gojo just cant handle being engaged to a woman that isn't reader n is like 😫😫 BAE I DO NOT WISH TO BE PARTED FROM YOU NO MORE 😫 IT IS AGONIZING. TIL DEATH DO US APART WE SHALL BE ENAMORED AND INTERTWINED BY OUR SOULS FOR ETERNITY n they ride off into the sunset

[fuck-customers]

old hag anon.....the guy who usually sorts through and prices toys has bad hands and can't do too much anymore (understandable), he's nearing 60. the manager's asked me to do toys one day a week (i work there 2 days a week) to pick up his slack. not a bad job, the only problem is that it means i'm going to be in the warehouse where the old hag is mostly. it's also very hot in there in the summer n cold in the winter but you can usually get around that by just taking your work into the air-conditioned staff areas. i'll still be exposed to her more often than i'd like, my preferred exposure time was nearing 0% when i was exclusively working out in the front of the store. she's got another lady who she's gotten on her side out the back there with her and they've ganged up on me in the past so i'm not looking forward to being out there with them. should i just get up and bring my work into the other area if they pull some shit? like, i think that's the best way to handle it. i'm all for keeping things civil at work, even with ppl you don't like and then avoid them if you can, which has been working out well enough so far. plus if i'm out the back i can just listen to music c: the old hag's complained so much about another lady not talking to her (understandable lol) that the manager is gonna talk to her n ask her not to come in on the only day we come in at the same time. it was this lady and another one that works out the front who don't like the old hag with me so it's gonna be very lonely without her and the other lady out the front and us being separated. like ok, someone you work with doesn't say hello or goodbye to you? why do you still try then? fucking stop and get on with your life. pretty sure she just wants the last laugh, to 'win', by having this lady asked to not come in on that day. she IS a petty person and does lie. i'll give it a go but if it gets really bad i'll ask to change my days to when the old hag's not there. wish me luck y'all.

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[incorrect-web-novels]

It's making me slightly insane how some ppl are seemingly trying to "correct" the idea that Mianmian was discriminated against for being a woman when she questioned the prevailing narrative that Wei Wuxian was killing indiscriminately.

Suddenly, someone sneered, "You can stop arguing. We don't want to hear the comments of someone who has other motives."

The woman's face flushed. She raised her voice, "Explain things. What do you mean I have other motives?"

The person replied, "There's no need for me to say anything. You know, deep down, and we know too. You fell for him back in the cave of the Xuanwu just because he flirted with you? You're still arguing for him, calling white black no matter how irrational it is. Ha, women will always be women."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

"Who does she think she is... leaving as she pleases? Who cares? What's she doing this to prove?"

Soon, some began to agree, "Women will always be women. They quit just after you say a few harsh words. She'll definitely come back on her own, a couple of days later."

"There's no doubt. After all, she finally managed to turn from the daughter of a servant to a disciple, haha..."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

This is right after Lan Wangji directly contradicts Jin Guangshan's version of Wei Wuxian's confrontation at the banquet in search of Wen Ning & is awkwardly brushed off:

Suddenly, an indifferent voice spoke up, "No."

Jin GuangShan was in the middle of his fabrication. Hearing this, he paused in surprise, turning along with the crowd to see who it was.

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, "I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either."

Lan WangJi rarely spoke when he was outside. Even when they debated cultivation techniques during Discussion Conferences, he only answered when others questioned or challenged him. With utmost concision, he overcame, without fault, the lengthy arguments of others. Apart from this, he almost never spoke up. And thus, when Jin GuangShan was interrupted by him, he experienced a far greater shock than annoyance. But after all, his fabrication was exposed right in front of so many. He felt a bit awkward.

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, "Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can't remember them either."

His memory could only be equal to Lan WangJi's, if not better. As soon as he heard it, Nie MingJue knew that he was fibbing on purpose, frowning slightly

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, "That's right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

The focus of this scene is the double standards between a male heir to a prominent sect and a female disciple born from a servant - gender and social class. It is more than clear that Wei Wuxian and Mianmian are being looked down upon for "stepping out of line" due to their lineage (as well as Mianmian for her gender).

Like, there are other factors at play in this scene, and I'm a big fan of alternative interpretations, but it's not wrong to say Mianmian is being a fucking badass in this scene by questioning and rebuking bigots, even if there's no real "reckoning" or retribution for said bigots. It was one of - if not the - most memorable scenes for me, and it’s driving me a little nuts seeing ppl trying to "Um, Actually" it

[science-fiction-is-real]

A lot of Tumblr brain rot and insanity that we see, the poor media literacy, over zealous morality policing, the madness where we label someone a genocide apologist because they watch Steven Universe, all of this would go away if you all learned how to think DIALECTICALLY.

Dialectics is a philosophical framework that is a keystone to socialist political analysis but also necessary for, like, daily life. It is based on the facts that the world is:

1) in a constant state of change and evolution.

2) is made up of multiple moving parts that are in conflict and contradiction with one another.

This means that multiple things can be true at the same time. Things can be both good and bad at the same time. Things that are progressive in one time period can be regressive or reactionary later on.

In other words, dialectics acknowledges that the world is COMPLICATED which you think would be common sense but apparently is not.

So how would this solve Tumblr brain rot.

Take a movie that is frequently labeled as problematic. We'll use James Cameron's Avatar for our example. Tumblr brain rot tends to jump to extremes and you may see Tumblr users say things like: "every person who enjoyed that movie or rights fan fic about it must hate indigenous people, due to the fact that the movie has anti-indigenous stereotypes and tropes contained within it."

Let it be known that I am NOT defending James Cameron's Avatar, saying that it's a good movie, or that James Cameron deserves your money. However it is a big jump to go from "this movie has problematic elements" to "everyone who enjoyed the movie is an irredeemable racist who deserves to be cyber bullied."

Because multiple things can be true at the same time.

Avatar (blue ppl version) relies on anti-indigenous racist tropes and a white-savior story line. But also

1) the movie unapologetically celebrates anti-colonial resistance and the struggle for indigenous self determination. And people may like the movie for that reason.

2) people may like the movie for it's positive aspects that are not racist such as detailed world building or good visuals.

3) due to being exposed to a racist public school system and very large amounts of racist propaganda from the ruling class, the majority of working class Americans, through no fault of their own, fail to recognize racism in the media when they see it. It's our job on the left to educate them and we haven't always been good at that.

4) it's a dumb fucking movie and the fact that you care what type of movies people like shows that you are spending too much time consuming media instead of going outside and engaging in real activism. Hating on Avatar isn't going to do a damn thing to win the right of democratic national self determination for indigenous people.

To think dialectically is to recognize all of these things at the same time.

While I don't recall any actual examples of cyber bullying over Avatar (blue ppl), I'm using it as an example.

But I hope how you can see how dialectical thinking can lead you away from unproductive behavior (cyber bullying people who like bad movies) to useful behavior (educating people on indigenous issues, participation in real life indigenous - rights activism). And that is how you escape Tumblr brain rot.

[dnfao3tags]

Monthly Fic Roundup - February 2023

so many good ones this month honestly.

leave a kudos and nice comment to all these talented ppl !

— candle-lit sun by findingahome (mature | comp. | 4k)

baths, intimacy, and the kind of love found only in candlelight.

— strike us like matches by tippysleeps (expl. | comp. | 8k)

��Shut up,” George says, again, as Dream scrolls. “You have a spreadsheet,” Dream says, redundantly. His eyes catch on the titles that fill the cells, the columns, the rows, the links. There are even numbers. “You have functions.” He tilts back in the chair, looking up at George. “What are the functions for?”

— like nothing ever happened by Anonymous (mature | comp. | 11k)

Dream meets a sweet guy in the Twitchcon party who, funnily enough, is not very into social media and has no idea who he is. They decide to give it a try, despite how dangerous it might be (for Dream, what it is to expose yourself in any way. For Evan, what it is to fall for someone already in love). On the sidelines, George goes fucking insane.

note: HELP ME i cnt fuckin breath someone actually wrote it

— love by candlelight by snowdreamr (teen | comp. | 9k)

Patience is a virtue, they say. Dream must be the most virtuous man on Earth.

— you got the peaches (i got the cream) by preytall (expl. | comp. | 2k)

A love letter to George's... assets.

— Attachment Issues by youresheesh (expl. | comp. | 15k)

Dream has a one-night stand with George after picking him up at a party, but it quickly turns out he might feel a bigger connection than that...

— Wake Up Slowly (Take It From Me Whole) by sageafk, snowdreamr (teen | comp. | 12k)

“Dr’m,” George whimpers, burying his face further into the pillows, and hugging them close to his chest. He hears the rustle of fabric, of his friend getting out of bed. “George?” He asks, his tone ten times more urgent than before. “What do you need?” “‘M sick,” he mumbles, not even making an attempt to keep his eyes open anymore. “R’lly sick. Help me.”

— like a secret by findingahome (teen | comp. | 2k)

a shirt and a bet leads to a “soft” launch on stream. 

— all the words that you said (did you mean them?) by twostorms (teen | comp. | 6k)

Dream gets a head injury—and, consequently, a valentine.

— a fool's guide to guarding a dutiful heart by beforeduskfalls (teen | comp. | 10k)

George learns the ways of love and trust in the ways that Dream is willing to teach him.

— i know you feel the way i do by nervouswaltz (expl. | comp. | 12k)

George watches a lot of porn, but still hasn't had sex. Dream sets about helping him change that.

— sandbox love by sickah (expl. | comp. | 16k)

Dream and George had known each other since they were four, but neither of them planned to become national tennis superstars in high school. The pressure gets worse when they find out that they might have been in love this whole time.

— romantic curses and how to break them by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 18k)

George is cursed, like there’s no other logical explanation. With every wedding invite he receives, it only solidifies his theory.

— circle the drain by twostorms (teen | comp. | 26k)

George makes it to Florida. It’s more complicated than it should be.

— A Breath of Smoke and Warmth by biboyhalo (expl. | comp. | 9k)

“I’m going to ask Sapnap if I can have some of his weed.”

— from the ground up by Orlaith (mature | comp. | 11k)

George loses his scholarship that allowed him to move across the Atlantic and attend school on the sun-soaked shores of Florida, and he has to fight tooth and nail to get it back. The one wrench in his plans is getting paired for a semester project with the annoyingly attractive blond he spent most of his first semester fighting.

— lovecanthropy by fifishy (teen | comp. | 3k)

Dream and George spend the first full moon together

— lay us down, we're in love by womanhunt (mature | comp. | 3k)

Dream and George spend a soft morning together in Los Angeles.

— you are what you love by 21questions (teen | comp. | 10k)

Five milestones in the development of Dream and George's relationship, and the one moment that really sets it in stone.

— Wheel of Fate Challenge - DNF Favorites and First Times

In this collection, we challenged ourselves to write tropes that we've never tried before or maybe just don't have a lot of experience with. We spun two wheels this time: one with these new-to-us tropes and another with some of our favorite tropes to write. Our fics had to include both of the tropes the Wheels of Fate chose for us. We hope you enjoy these stories. Leave a kudos and comment if you did!

note: make sure to read all the fics in this collection! theyre solid

[sm0kebreaks]

So like. As amazing at the tma has been about fat acceptance and love and has been absolutely vital to a lot of my self acceptance as a fat trans man, because this fandom actually talks about fat people (as opposed to other fandoms where fat characters and hcs are nonexistent), it means it’s also exposed me to the most and worst fatphobia of any fandom. I genuinely don’t even gaf about the actual discourse discussed in this fandom, it’s generally the people who negatively react to discourse of ppl complaining about fatphobia. The initial problems are usually ignorable to me, but it ends up bringing up peoples voices that make it incredibly clear what their true thoughts about fat ppl are. Idrk why I thought I should share this with you, ig just seeing if you have similar experiences.

I struggle here because i don't like to feel like i am attacking other artists. i'm a hater and i love to complain but i know i have my own short comings. but when it comes to the fatphobia in this fandom im always left not knowing how to talk about things because people will come to me and tell me why my complaint about someone thinning out a fat character is wrong or bad.

do keep in mind i dont really engage with the tma fandom as much i feel very much on the outskirts so this is jsut what i feel like i see on my end and i'm sure theres way more going on i simply dont know

in recent months we have had a newer influx of artists in the fandom who have come in with their own interpretations of the characters which is all fine and good. its jarring sometimes when we become so used to these formless characters looking a certain way that when new people enter the fandom with different ideas it feels wrong and like an attack.

the biggest issue has been people drawing a thinner martin. and while of course everyones welcome to their own interpretation and martin expressing that he's not exactly the smallest guy has multiple ways to be interpreted it is extremely frustrating to see people take that as giving him the most bare minimum extra weight. especially when having a fat character as desirable and as a love interest and such a Fun character is so far and few between

i could go on and on about how each time a popular artist posts a thin martin it gives everyone who looks up to them the excuse to do the same and it's why it's become such a prevalent thing lately. i don't think popular artists should have to worry about being good role models or anything in a fandom i think if youre making art you should do it for fun but it sucks to see when someone becomes so influential and are creating a problem. i deleted like three paragraphs on this alone so i'm going to move on.

i think what i see in the fandom most in regards to fatphobia is a skill issue. people don't know how to draw fat characters. but it also feels like people are barely trying. the artist i have in mind who i would consider to draw skinny martins DOES add a bit of roundness to him. i can aknowledge theyre doing SOMETHING. but you can't come to me and tell me that i can't criticize their art because culturally that's fat to them... like sure it could be. but it's also definitely a limitation of their art style and ability and instead of defending them and patting them on the back for doing good enough shouldnt we encourage people to grow and improve? what an amazing asset to be able to draw people of all size and variety. thats an AMAZING abillity to have in youre tool belt. i wish i had more resources for drawing bodyfat but unfortunately i do not. i have learned from looking at people and luckily having a lot of large loved ones in my life i've learned from as well as you know.. my own body to learn from. and learning to draw bodyfat and drawing characters i love with it has done wonders for my body dysmorphia.

i went on a rambling tangent and idk how coherent all of that is but the end point is that fatphobia sucks it has no place in this or any fandom and we need to practice our skills instead of erasing something that has made this fandom so wonderful to me.

here's some resources

[anxious-witch]

Hey, so, your 'positivity train' idea made me think. Disclaimer, this might be a completely stupid idea and I almost chickened out of sending this like, 5 times so really feel free to turn it down, but here goes nothing: what if we collected all the positive confessions and made them into a mini-fan project? All with the permission of people who post them/send them in, ofc, and if someone wanted to change theirs a bit or sth that would be included too.

I saw some people say that they hope they get to share what the band means to them with JO at some point, but they don't know if they will ever get a chance. It made me think about how so many ppl who don't get first few rows at shows maybe never get the chance to give the guys letters and would maybe love to share what the band means to them, but doing it from their own IG profiles is too exposing. On the other hand, the band spoke so often about how much this kind of stuff means to them.

What I was thinking was maybe like, a series of 'virtual letters', where each confessions gets transformed into a virtual letter (I can do that in Canva), with a nice design (ppl can even say what they want to include into the design and how they want to be signed). And then we could email all the letters to the band?

Once again, this is just an idea, really no pressure!

Okay, wow.

Um, I am absolutely all for the idea! That said, I believe there was a similar project on Instagram a bit ago? So I'd need to check we aren't like, copying anyone.

And obviously I'd need permission from everyone who has sent a confession/made a post if they'd be okay with the confession being used that way.

The idea is wonderful though. I'll be busy for about next two weeks bc of uni stuff but if you are willing to wait, I also can help with canva designs as well.

Obviously, people can join in and we can discuss this more through dms, but I am curious to see what other people think and if/how many would be interested in joining

[trickstarbrave]

hi this is what i wrote so far

its not proofread. prob not formatted correctly. not finished either. but. whatever.

modern au: nerevar finds voryn's onlyfans and uh. lets just say he is in fact a fan. nerevar has specific kinks and voryn fits all the criteria.

kinks: femboys, masturbation, probably voyeurism, breeding, risky sex, dirty talk, piercings. more maybe that i forgot. OH and collars and sex toys.

also this is more raunchy than i usually write. like. it is porn about porn. so. sorry if the language is like. especially rauchy and degrading. if it bothers ppl i can tone it down i guess

also voryn is trans.

Nerevar knew this was a bad idea. 

It was easy to see how bad it was. It was a completely stupid—not to mention potentially morally wrong—thing to do.

(Was it morally wrong actually? Nerevar didn’t know the logistics of it. It certainly felt morally wrong, which usually meant it was.)

However, curiosity was getting the better of him he’d admit, as he begrudgingly entered in his credit card information and signed up for the website.

Nerevar Mora had stumbled across the onlyfans account by chance honestly. He was looking for porn, someone on Reddit had recommended him, and Nerevar thought he’d sounded hot. Crossdressing trans guy into breeding? A pretty boy who loved to put on a show? That was kind of his niche type at the moment (though he’d feel bad admitting it publicly), so he clicked away ready to throw money at the guy.

Only to find out said pretty boy was his best friend Voryn Dagoth.

Initially his face burned bright red as he closed the page and got up from his computer, unable to grapple with it. That was Voryn, right?! He’d be able to recognize him anywhere. He knew his face well enough, even under more makeup than he usually wore. But running an account like that seemed out of character for Voryn—Voryn was kind of vain, high class, a little bitchy if Nerevar was being honest, and picky. Not to mention what if one of his brothers saw! Did they know about it?! 

But the thought kept eating away at him. It was like he’d been infected—bitten by the curiosity bug as it seemed. He was going mad only being able to imagine what Voryn was getting up to behind that fucking paywall. Was the guy on Reddit accurately describing him? Was it someone else that just looked like Voryn? 

So here he was, properly signing up to the damn site, just to see what was going on. He just wanted a peak, he assured himself. Just a glance. He’d see what his normally stuck up, mean little best friend got up to (if it was really him), and then cancel his subscription and never touch the account again. That’s all.

Once he actually saw it though it was… A different story.

The first video he watched he could tell it was Voryn. That voice, his body, the jewelry he typically wore was there in bits and pieces, but the outfit…

Nerevar’s cheeks flushed as he saw Voryn’s long legs in a short shirt. Thigh highs were on too, only calling attention to his thighs. He had lean muscle, just the slightest amount, an angularity in his hips, more broad shoulders. The shirt was cropped too, letting Nerevar see the trail of black hair—a tantalizing little treasure trail he wanted to follow.

And then Voryn was pulling the shirt up, exposing the piercings on his nipples, and Nerevar nearly lost it. He had to bite his hand, groaning softly as Voryn moaned in his headphones, playing with the buds, pinching and tugging with practiced skill. It was a performance, showing that he wasn’t an amateur. Even the lighting and set up looked so good. 

He unzipped his pants just to let the pressure off his arousal. He wasn’t jacking off, he assured himself. Any guy would get hard from that performance from how sexy Voryn was acting—it was just a natural reaction! Just a natural, normal reaction to a very attractive performance, that’s all.

He then clicked on another video, this one of Voryn with a toy. Not inside him, but rather he was… Licking and sucking on the realistic dildo, moaning in need. His other hand was off camera, clearly between his legs as he touched himself.

Nerevar felt his resolve crumble a bit more, his cock now aching in need.

Then another video. And another. All with Voryn in usually very attractive, slutty little outfits that showed off the best parts of his body Nerevar hadn’t noticed before. His cute stomach, his long legs, those perfect thighs of his… And the makeup made the seductive little pout on his lips so much more attractive. Sometimes he’d even cry in pleasure, his mascara running, all while begging for someone to get inside him…

By the time Nerevar actually watched through a video of his in its entirety, he was too far gone. He was breathing heavy, stroking himself off as he watched Voryn fuck himself with a toy. His nails were painted such a pretty shade of red too, but Nerevar was mostly looking at his cunt. Pink-brown folds, soaking wet, taking that large, thick toy as he mercilessly fucked himself. He was moaning loudly too, whimpering and begging, ‘breed me, breed me’ over and over…

Nerevar threw his head back, groaning long and low as he came. And he came hard, his legs trembling as he made a mess into the t-shirt he grabbed off the floor. 

And then guilt hit him as he closed the page again, face burning red.

“What the fuck did I just do…” He thunked his head hard against his desk, groaning in despair.

He’d jacked off to his best friend. 

Nerevar Mora had jacked off to his best friend’s videos, cumming long and hard to the thought of fucking him.

“I need a shower.” He reasoned as he turned off his computer. “I need a fucking shower.” 

—

It would have been best to leave that in the past. To delete his fucking account, forget it ever happened, and take that secret with him to the grave.

But Nerevar rarely made the best decisions in life, hence why he was once again back on the stupid fucking website again.

He shouldn’t. Nerevar knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It was morally wrong—wouldn’t Voryn be grossed out to the thought of his best friend masturbating to his fucking videos? It was one thing for strangers to pay you for it, it was another for people you personally knew to be getting off to you without your consent, right? 

In his defense, Nerevar had tried looking at different porn. Shitty reuploads on free sites like pornhub, Reddit, you name it. However, his thoughts kept drifting on how they didn’t do it quite like Voryn did. They weren’t exciting him as much as the dark haired, long legged guy in a short skirt begging in such a beautiful tone of voice. 

It was a new video too, and Nerevar was already feeling excited just as he pressed play, laying in bed. It was the dead of night in otherwise complete darkness, perfect time to hide his shame. 

Voryn started off the video with a few thanks to new subscribers, before he really got down to it. It was a longer video too so he was warming himself up plenty, rubbing his lithe fingers across his t-dick until it was nice and hard, before giving a nice, just firm enough slap to his cunt.

Nerevar groaned, his cock twitching.

“Did you know… Someone called me a cock-tease today while I was out and it got me so wet…” Voryn groaned softly, before rubbing and stroking at his dick. 

“You are a fucking cock-tease…” Nerevar mumbled softly, stroking himself slowly. 

“Mmm… Even my nipples were so hard, poking through my shirt…” Nerevar knew that likely wasn’t the case; it was cold here, and Voryn hated the cold so much he layered up to the point you could barely see anything of him. Thick pants, thick socks, big boots, a hoodie and coat. Likely no one was calling him a fucking cock-tease and getting him all hot and bothered while he was out and about. 

But fuck if it wasn’t a fun think to imagine… Maybe the weather would be warmer, and Voryn was dressed like this. He could see them at the mall, like they often went when Nerevar wanted to check out some new games and Voryn tagged along complaining the whole time. Except this time Voryn would be hanging off his arm, stroking his back… Innocent enough touches until Nerevar was getting hot and bothered, only for Nerevar to grab him by the waist and call him a fucking cock-tease, whispering it in his ear…. 

And fuck, those pierced nipples poking through that thin, tight little shirt he was wearing, his cheeks flushed as he bit his lip… Nerevar knew he’d hardly be able to help himself. He’d subtly grab his ass too while he was at it—that or give it a nice firm slap before he continued on.

And then he’d take Voryn home and fuck him until he was screaming Nerevar’s name—

“I just need someone to put me in my place…” Voryn purred, before moaning as he thrust two fingers in and out of him. “I can only think with my slutty little boycunt…” Fuck, the sound of his fingers going in and out of him was making Nerevar’s head spin as he turned up the volume. “I need someone to bend me over and fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me until I lose my voice…” Nerevar’s cock twitched at that as his hand sped up. “Fill me up too~” Nerevar groaned audibly, biting his own lip. “Cum inside me recklessly… Or even hold me down and breed me intentionally, punish me for being a stupid little whore who can only think with his pussy~”

He then brought out a toy, setting it up with surprising speed, moving the camera with impressive skill, so it was clear to see his cut while he rode it, sliding up and down while moaning obscenely.

“Yes~!” He moaned wantonly. “I need someone to fuck me~!! Please, god, please fuck me~! Knock me up! Fuck me like a—like a toy~!” Nerevar was stroking fast now, his breathing heavy as he imagined Voryn riding him. “Just keep me like a little pet~! Please—“

Voryn continued to whine and moan, begging so needily and loudly, almost entirely earnestly too. Nerevar’s biggest criticism was how dull the moaning in porn was; bland, kinda bored, almost afraid of being too extreme so instead it was banal and almost distracting from the rest of it. But Voryn sounded so hot as he moaned and begged, fucking himself on that toy until he was closer and closer—

“Voryn~” Nerevar moaned as he came, eyes shut tight as shot thick ropes of cum, wishing more than anything that he was cumming inside of Voryn.

Then, he turned the video off, still panting, one arm thrown over his eyes as shame washed over him again.

“Fuck…” 

—

Nerevar tried to subscribe to others, but time and time again he found himself bored of them, returning once again to Voryn’s page. Honestly, I’m his efforts to break the habit, he tried to go two weeks without jacking off to the thought of Voryn, only to wake up from a wet dream about the other man and finishing himself off as he clung to the fantasy still drifting around in his head from sleep. 

It had now been months since this little habit of his started. The weather was warming up. Nerevar had even made a few bold comments on the videos from time to time, talking about how cute Voryn’s clothes were, how sexy his pierced nipples were and how he wanted to play with them, and how perfect he looked playing with his t-dick… He was using a username though, so obviously Voryn wouldn’t know, and it was in line with many of the other comments he got…

Of course, it would be one thing if it ended there. But it didn’t.

Voryn had a wishlist linked—something common enough. Sometimes he’d get sent stuff like new outfits, shoes, some makeup or skincare, and toys. And whenever he did, Voryn would make a special little video thanking them, usually showing it off and then jacking off. 

Nerevar found himself fantasizing though. Every time Voryn wore a familiar article of clothing Nerevar had seen before, he felt an almost possessive flare in him. He wanted Voryn dressed up just for him. He wanted Voryn touching himself while wearing things Nerevar bought him, fucking himself with a toy Nerevar told him to, legs spread wide as he moaned Nerevar’s name over and over again…

It was something he couldn’t get though, which made him swear every time. If you paid him enough, Voryn would moan your name in a special, private video. But Nerevar couldn’t do that—Voryn would fucking know it’s him. Nerevar’s name was uncommon as is, and there was no point giving a fake name either when it wouldn’t get him off the same way.

So instead, he wanted to get as close as possible. He saved up the money, looked at the wishlist, and bought all of his favorite stuff from it. A nice little outfit, a new toy, new underwear, and most importantly…

A collar. A nice, big collar to put on his pretty little neck.

When Nerevar got the notification for the video, he couldn’t help but grin as he turned off his game, hurried upstairs, and locked the door behind him. He got comfortable on the bed too, getting ready to watch, already thrilled by the fact Voryn was wearing the collar in the preview.

Fuck he looked hot in it. It looked better than Nerevar had even imagined.

“This is a very special video,” Voryn began, almost embarrassed. “One of my fans decided to spoil me, after all.” Nerevar couldn’t help but keep grinning as he put lube on his hand—before he’d go dry or just spit on his hand honestly, but he liked the slip now, feeding into his fantasies of fucking Voryn. 

“Look, he bought me a whole outfit. Even a collar, new shoes…” Voryn showed off a bit, before pulling the pleated skirt he was wearing up ever so slightly. “Even a nice new pair of panties for me…” Voryn then gave a knowing, coy look to the camera as he flicked his hand and let the short skirt fall. “Not to mention a toy I’ve been dying to try out I saved just for this video…”

It was a large vibrator. Nerevar had actually, for some ungodly reason, researched what would be the best and feel good. It was a personal massager wand, powerful enough it needed to be plugged in rather than just use batteries, and he threw in some attachments for it too. Others might buy toys based on what was hottest to watch, but Nerevar in some way wanted to make sure Voryn felt good too. 

It was tantalizing to watch as he slowly slid the underwear off, making a little show of the black lace coming down his thighs, before sitting himself on his bed, vibrator in hand.

“Much stronger than I’m used to…” Voryn sounded breathless as he looked at it. “So much bigger than it looked online…” He even had the attachments all out, ready to use. “I hope it won’t be too intense on my cock… Usually I just use my hands or a smaller toy on it, but he did say he wanted to watch me cum with this.” He shot another knowing look to the camera and Nerevar shivered, watching as he moved it down between his legs, and turned it on the lowest setting.

Voryn then made an undignified yelp, moving up and back off his cock, before moaning as he slid it closer and closer, his hips squirming.

“So good~!” Voryn moaned earnestly. “F-fuck it’s—“ Another loud moan cut him off as he panted, eyes rolled back. “I can’t think~!! My brain is melting! It feels too damn good on my cock~!!” 

Nerevar was groaning himself, stroking himself off as he watched eagerly. His hips were squirming so much, his cunt barely visible from the large head of the vibrator as one hand had to grip it tight, the other gripping his sheets. 

“Yes~! Fuck yes!!” Gods Nerevar loved hearing him swear with such a pretty little mouth and deep voice. In the comments coming in Nerevar could see the others were enjoying it too, praising him for cumming so hard, and how hard his t-dick was by the end of it. Nerevar licked his lips, eager to see how he’d look by the end. He loved the visible tear stains from when he came so hard, his cock hard, pussy completely soaked… He just knew it was going to be one of those videos by the end, his absolutely favorite kind—

A text then came in, and Nerevar dropped his phone in shock. He fumbled, Voryn still moaning in his headphones as he paused the video, opening up the text with his heart racing in anxiety.

It was from Voryn. 

“I’m downstairs. I knocked and called but you didn’t answer.” 

Fuck. Fuck he must have missed the call while he was getting ready to jack off. He hurried, wiping his hands and pulling on his pants and shirt as a second text came in. “Your car is here so I know you’re home Neht.”

A few more moments of fumbling, closing the video entirely as he redressed and hurried down stairs, only to see a very annoyed Voryn waiting for him. His arms were crossed, bag slung over his shoulder, plush hoodie on.

“It took you long enough.” Voryn rolled his eyes. Nerevar was still in panic mode though, laughing nervously, cheeks and ears red.

“Yeah I was just—just watching a stream upstairs. I must have missed your call in the bathroom!” He was overexplaining now, a clear tell he was bullshitting. Should he act angry instead? Voryn had been the one to drop by unannounced. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Voryn hummed as he walked in, taking off his shoes—the nice, modest pair of boots Nerevar had bought for him in fact. He swallowed roughly at the sight, hoping his arousal, which still hadn’t fully gone down despite his panicking? wasn’t showing.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He said, in a tone Nerevar couldn’t tell was sarcastic or not. 

“Did you—did you need something? I mean,” Nerevar fumbled again, tongue tied having been interrupted mid masturbation just as it was getting good by said person he was jacking off to. “Y-you don’t normally show up here out of the blue, so I…”

“I don’t, no.” Voryn shrugged slightly. “But I wanted to show you something.”

“Show me something?” Nerevar raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t help but get nervous. 

“It’s a present for you, in a way.” Voryn replied, already walking up the stairs to Nerevar’s room. Reluctantly, Nerevar followed, still wondering what this was all about. Maybe Voryn got him a new game? Some new streaming equipment? New computer parts from Sil? Who fucking knew anymore. 

At least in his room, despite a few clothes on the ground and his blankets a mess, it didn’t look suspicious. Voryn didn’t even comment on his computer not being on despite Nerevar having supposedly been watching a stream earlier.

“So…” Nerevar began as Voryn stood there for a moment, before casually tossing the bag on Nerevar’s rather large bed. “What’s the present?” 

“Sit down first.” Voryn said, and cautiously still, Nerevar sat down on the bed, still anxious. Something about Voryn’s behavior was a bit off—his movements were too stiff, and it made Nerevar’s guilt eat away at him. 

While he his mind was anxiously running circles in his head, Voryn rifled around the bag, pulling something out he hid with the sleeve of his hoodie, before turning away. He was then messing with something Nerevar couldn’t see, before tugging the hoodie up and over his head, black hair falling down his back.

When he turned around though, Nerevar stopped breathing. His brain short circuited as he realized what Voryn was wearing.

The shirt Nerevar got him. The fucking collar too that he had quickly put on, was around his neck. Nerevar couldn’t even fully process it though as Voryn put a hand on his shoulder, sliding up it, before moving to his ear.

“I brought the skirt too, if you want to see it…” Voryn whispered, and Nerevar nearly choked.

“I-I’m—“ His face was burning red, he could feel it. “W-what are you talking about?”

“Don’t give me that.” Voryn brought one knee up on the bed, half straddling him. “You used that username in middle school all the time, do you think I wouldn’t know it was you?” Nerevar went stiff as a board under him, swearing up a storm mentally. 

“Voryn, I’m so—“

“Shut up.” Voryn covered his mouth with his hand, though he didn’t look that angry. In fact, he only looked mildly annoyed. “I didn’t say anything at first. I thought you must just be playing a prank on me. And then…” Voryn’s face softened. “You started leaving comments, paying more and more…” Nerevar swallowed roughly again as Voryn got a half-lidded look to his eyes. “Constantly praising my body, telling me how I was perfect for you…” Voryn had uncovered his mouth now, instead thumbing his lower lip as Nerevar stared up at him. “How badly you wanted to touch me…”

Nerevar’s throat felt dry as he tried hard to keep his eyes from drifting down towards the collar around Voryn’s neck.

“And then you went and bought me all this. Leaving a note that you wanted to see me dressed up just for you…” Voryn brought his other knee up now, fully straddling him with his other hand wrapped around Nerevar’s shoulder. For balance, Nerevar braced himself with one hand on the bed behind him, the other delicately placed on Voryn’s waist in case he fell. “And how you wanted to watch me cum over and over with that toy too…”

“I…” Nerevar didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t fucking breathe; Voryn looked so much more beautiful right here, barely any makeup on and straddling him, than he did in any of the videos Nerevar had seen. 

Then, Voryn gave him a coy little smile. “I brought the toy too, if you want to watch me.” Nerevar’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating. “I’ll let you use it on me if you want to.” Voryn stroked some of the messy hair from Nerevar’s face. “Would you like that?” 

“Yes,” Nerevar whispered breathlessly. “Yes I…” 

Voryn then pulled up his shirt, revealing his chest. Nerevar could have moaned from just the sight.

“You’re always commenting on how much you like my piercings.” Voryn was smirking now. “Go on. Enjoy them.” 

[calypsolemon]

if i did have one Actual Criticism of ToH (I actually have a few I just am trying to avoid sounding negative about the show bc overall I very much enjoyed it and think its good) it would be that I do think the reasoning Papa Titan gives Luz for why Belos's actions and her own do not come from the same place is... a little off the mark.

Mainly because I think there's not too many ways in which you could say Belos's choices aren't genuine to him. Oh, the reasoning he gives other people of course are a bunch of lies and bullshit, and he even lies to himself, but the root cause of his delusions lies in the puritanistic upbringing he was exposed to from a young age. An upbringing which very much convinces people that control and subjugation of others are necessary to protect their mortal souls from the damnation of hell.

For this reason, "genuine-ness" reads a bit too much of a handwavy abstraction of Luz's actual concern to me. Belos's existence has made her painfully aware that it is really easy to rationalize massively harmful actions to yourself if you believe it is in service of protecting someone else. This doesn't mean that Luz actually has hurt anyone, or that she needed to be as harshly punishing of herself as she was (in fact I would say her desire for self-punishment is a reflection of Belos's puritan values weighing on her), but rather that I think it doesn't really solve her conundrum to simply tell her "well, Belos is kind of a big fat liar who is trying to control people, but don't worry, you're Not That."

What I really wish he had said, and what I do think the series implies in other ways but maybe could have been served to have said openly in that moment, is that Luz is not the same because she is capable of self reflection. In all the times Luz has ever lied to someone, or attempted to change someone or something else to fit her idea of them (think attempting to cure Eda, playing along with King about him being the king of demons, Witches before Wizards, etc) she has ultimately realized it was wrong, and allowed herself to embrace the way things naturally are. In fact, she more often feels like she should be trying to change herself in response to ppl expecting her to fit into social norms. When her environment feels too stifling for her, she finds a different one. She doesn't attempt to fit everything around her into a mold that perfectly suits her, nor does she attempt to destroy everything which doesn't agree with her.

Luz stresses over being just like Belos because she has been raised to, if anything, be too self reflective, and feel like an awful person for not being able to conform to norms that don't naturally fit her. What she needs to be told is that it's admirable, that she tries so hard, and it's a good thing that she is able to see where she maybe needs to change herself at times, but she needs to allow herself the same grace she gives others. She needs to be told that nothing good comes from keeping yourself from happiness. That wanting acceptance and love from others is not the same as attempting to control them.

Buuuut I know they only had like 3 minutes to convey what's going on so I get why they phrased it the way they did. What Luz really needed was a 7 hour long therapy session with daddy titan which. I'm not even sure would have been entirely on point bc the Titan himself probably has some issues he needs to work through. But that's another post