#i was not open about being plural for a long time because if you do it the “wrong way” or have unfinished or clumsy opinions

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

[didyougaming]

Hi, gamers. I know the results of the Sandwich Poll have been gnawing at you. So many people wondering whether they answered correctly, which as a reminder is a very important factor in determining which afterlife you end up in when you die. Please understand that I needed a lot of time to internally process these poll results and also that I've been kinda busy/tired. But the people need to know, so here we go.

In total, we received 372 responses. I also spent a lot of my weekend annoying anyone who would listen to me in person about these questions, but I didn't write those answers down.

Question 1 was fairly non-controversial, as it should be. It is worth noting that 3.2% of respondents chose to write-in an answer, and most of these write-in answers were what scientists would call "bad" and "not really useful." So you can assume a 3.2% margin of error on everything in this survey. That's how statistics works.

Question 2 is where we see a real divide. Most respondents consider a sandwich cut into two separate but equal pieces to be one sandwich. This is a real shame, because it's the wrong answer. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Question 3 considers whether one piece of bread cut in half and used for sandwich-making results in a sandwich, and surprisingly the majority of respondents do consider this to be one sandwich. This is really interesting, because despite ending up with functionally and aesthetically the same result as one of the pieces of the sandwich from question 2, a significant number of respondents believe the results to be inherently different. I wish there was a way to better track how much overlap there was for those two seemingly contradictory answers, but the big Sheets page Google Docs is daunting and I don't feel like figuring out how to parse that data, so we just need to accept that we'll never have that exact number. That's how statistics works.

Question 4 mostly just cements the findings of the previous two questions. I do want to point out the one person who answered "who the fuck does this". Sandwich shops do this. Go to a sandwich shop for once in your life and really watch them do their work. Open your eyes.

Question 5 did not get me a lot of useful data, as it turns out having a question that only allowed for write-in answers was a bad idea. However, there are more or less two camps for people who really took these questions seriously and gave it their all. The first school of thought suggests that intent is the most important factor, and if you deem what you've made to be a sandwich, it's a sandwich. While I appreciate the critical thinking on display here, I believe in the other school of thought, which is that when you put ingredients between two breads that's a sandwich, baby. There is a sub-school of thought here that requires those two pieces to be whole pieces, but that's wrong.

One question that I should have included in the survey I think proves my point. If you order a sandwich platter from a deli and they use a single really long piece of bread (think like a several foot long hero) into multiple sections, you would say that you have sandwiches, plural. If you wanted to grab one, you wouldn't say "I'm going to grab a 64th of a sandwich" because you would sound deranged. Despite being parts of a larger whole, they are still ingredients between pieces of bread, and thus fit the definition of "sandwich."

Anyway, thank you for coming on this non-gaming detour with me. It was extremely important that I prove a friend wrong on this topic, and even though I don't think I did that and I think he's choosing to double down on his incorrect opinions, I'm still choosing to spin this as a personal and moral victory. New actual DidYouGamings will come out as soon as I discover any new facts about video games (right now there's only a couple hundred facts about video games at all and I've basically covered all of them.)

[hanafubukki]

Yuu being a little afraid of being pregnant, but the world of twisted wonderland has much better healthcare and overall treats children better

They're not getting any younger and neither is Lilia, so why not have a baby before they become too old to engage and raise them?

It doesn't take long, between the prescribed gummies from Riddle (their family doctor and old friend) and Lilia's ahem- enthusiasm, they start showing signs 2 months after they popped the question to Lilia

They remember how Lilia literally flew with joy when they told him they're ready. Of course after the initial joy they started discussing how they will go on about this, how Yuu will probably need to go on a vitamin rich diet, start doing pregnant yoga and require daily massages the farther along they get.

However Yuu's pregnancy seems to get harder everyday. A fact so alarming that they bring it up at their next checkup

"well? How's everything?" Lilia asked tentatively

"weeellll...." Riddle began with a sigh as he discarded the gloves " I have some good news and some.... neutral news?"

"neutral news?"

"I'll start with the good news!" He quickly added

"Good news is the baby's healthy! The growth rate is normal and they seem to be doing well"

"and the neutral news???"

Riddle but his bottom lip wincing "Neutral news is... The babies are healthy. Plural. There's 3 in there."

"...what"

Yuu and Lilia's faces were complete opposites. Moving at the same time, Yuu's face pulled into a horrified open mouth look while Lilia couldn't hide his grin. He fixed his expression once he noticed Yuu's horror.

"Luckily, we have magic here that'll make your labour be as easy as blinking, however you'll need to eat more. The reason why you've been exhausted is because you were only eating on account of one baby, sometimes if you're not consciously aware of the fact you're pregnant the body will not experience any additional cravings. In your case, you weren't aware just how pregnant you are"

"I.... How did this even happen- I mean what are the chances????"

"are we happy with this?" Riddle asked, looking only at Yuu with a gaze that told them they're his only priority

Yuu held eye contact and thought about it.

"...Yes. It'll be difficult but I want this"

Riddle smiled at both Yuu and Lilia. After everything, they deserved this.

"Very well then! I advise investing in a pump so that can lessen your load when the babies are born. If you need an extra fridge or an electric kettle please don't hesitate to ask, I know a guy" he says with a wink

Lilia smiled, trying to tone down his excitement "we appreciate your help Dr. Rosehearts"

Riddle scoffs "Oh please we go way back. Consider this my personal 'thank you' for helping me out back then, Yuu"

As they walked from the clinic to the nearest portal Yuu could practically feel the joy radiating from their husband. It was impressive how he managed to keep a hold on them and help them walk rather than outright carrying them and flying away

They decided to break the ice "soooo?"

They hear him him take a deep breath before scream-laughing. It honestly startled them

"I GOT A 3 FOR 1 DEAL!" of course this is how he chose to express his joy

Yuu groaned " anymore of this and I'm telling grim you hid his tuna away"

"aww so mean~ can't an old man be happy?"

"you're a particularly loud old man, and I too am old with a terrible headache so have some sympathy, sir!"

"ah anything goes for my cranky old spouse"

He peppered Yuu's face with kisses before carrying them through the portal

It's a good thing they preemptively bought multiple baby clothes (mostly because Yuu was scared of leaving the baby and Lilia in the kitchen together would lead to unsalvageable tatters)

Bonus:

"Well at least now Silver, Malleus and Sebek won't need to fight about being the favourite older brother"

"let's not kid ourselves batsy, they will still engage in petty competition"

"but we did kid ourselves.... 3 times kfufufu"

"no more cuddles for a week"

"wait no-"

Hello Anonie 🌷💞💚

THERE WAS 3!!! 😆😂 not only was lilia enthusiastic but so was his seed it seems omg 😆

Which makes sense because bats do tend to have more than one at once.

Everyone gets a baby! One for brother mal, one for brother sil, and one for uncle sebek. 🥳🥳

You get a baby and you get a baby and you and you 🤣

Riddle is so sweeettt 😭😭💞💞 I’m so happy. He’s attentive.🥺🥹

…”3 for 1 deal”!!!!! LMFAOO I’m crying 😂

This was adorable. 💚

[teencopandthesourwolf]

"I'll text Stiles," Scott says, grabbing his backpack. "Then I'm gonna go see Allison.”

When Scott turns back around, Derek's lips are a thin line. They are the only part of him that moves when he asks, through his teeth, "Are you going to talk to her, too?”

Scott just squints because—huh? 

"Derek, what do you mean am I going to talk to her, too?” He narrows his eyes, even more suspicious. “Why else would I be going to see Allison if not to talk to her? I don't just like, watch her from afar like some creeper you know." 

Scott isn't about to admit that he has embarrassingly done just that on occasion. Alright, occasions, plural. But only once or twice! Five or six times, tops. And only ever when he thought Allison was, or could possibly be, in danger. It's not weird, though. It's not! It's noble, okay? It just sounds weird when you say it out loud. Even if he hasn't actually said it out loud. Well, at least not just now anyways. He's said it in front of the mirror a couple times and it turns out your reflection can be pretty hurtful and judgemental, which honestly is a little upsetting.  

Just as Scott realises that Derek must know he just told a lie—half-lie!—the Alpha's face does a thing that Scott has never seen it do before. Ever. The dude looks almost… human. 

And what the hell? 

Derek clears his throat and shifts his weight from one foot to the other and worries at his bottom lip a bit.

Scott is now feeling anxious with a capital A because who is this guy? And what has he done with Derek ‘I Will Never Give A Single Thing Away About Myself Ever Other Than The Fact I Am Eternally Pissed’ Hale? (that's one of Stiles's). 

Just the possibility of Derek ‘Emotionally Open and Vulnerable’ Hale is like—it's just way too much for Scott to handle on a Sunday morning when he's supposed to be at the veterinary surgery in less than fourteen minute's time and has to somehow manage fitting in seeing Allison on the way.

Unfortunately, it seems Scott is also too nosy to just move on from this and let sleeping dogs lie. And both of those things are really annoying because strange old phrases and being overly curious is usually a Stiles thing, not a Scott thing, so Scott really doesn't know what he's supposed to do! 

W.W.S.D. 

What Would Stiles Do?

"Um, Derek, have you been—"

"Firstly, McCall, following somebody around and watching them from a distance is not creepy if you think that they need to be tailed for their own safety, alright?" Derek starts and—well.

Exactly!

Scott actually genuinely likes Derek for just a single moment, because he knew he'd been right about that! He gives himself an internal high-five and an imaginary congratulatory pat on the back because being kind to yourself is never a bad option. Although it does mean that Scott now has to admit to himself that it does, in fact, sound weird when you say it out loud. Or—well. Think it out loud. Whatever, he knows what he means.

He realises that Derek is still speaking.

"...because Stiles is human and also the biggest danger-magnet in the pack, so it makes sense that one of us should be keeping tabs on him. Thirdly, I—“ 

“Someone, Derek!” Scott blurts, “I was going to ask if you've been creeping on someone!" he interrupts because—honestly, in the most way possible—what?! The hell?!

Scott is both stunned and annoyed at hearing that Derek has been following Stiles (hiding around dark corners and slinking about the place like a wolf ninja. Scott should know. Shut up.) 

Because Stiles! Is Scott's best friend! 

And like, how long has he been doing this? And for what purpose, really? Because Derek's heart just skipped about twelve beats never mind one, so reason number two was obviously at least a half-lie of his own. 

That's when Derek's mouth clacks audibly shut. 

Scott just stares. And he knows; there is more going on here than meets the eye.

Then it's obvious that Derek knows that Scott knows and then everybody is knowing and looking and looking and knowing and Scott just—he can't stand it, okay? He needs confirmation. He doesn't necessarily want it, but it's like his mom always says: Life's tough sometimes. 

Eventually, he manages to say, "Are you stalking Stiles, Derek?" and hopes to hell he's wrong because he now feels somewhere in between being affronted on his best friend's behalf, totally grossed-out because it's Derek, ugh, and maybe just a little bit amused. Or is it bemused? Possibly confused. Scott is definitely some of those words. 

And again, seriously, what the hell?  

Has Derek truly been creeping on Stiles because he's concerned for Stiles's safety? And if so, why? Like, does Derek even get concerned for humans? Or other wolves for that matter (apart from maybe his own betas which is probably only a biological thing anyway, Scott reckons). Does Derek care about anybody? At all? Dude doesn't even care about himself, Scott doesn't think.

Scott now tries his best to come up with another reason, any other possible reason, that someone might have to follow a person around, but he can't seem to land on—OH, GOD! DOES DEREK HAVE A CRUSH ON STILES? Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He can't. But he—nope. No! Because what. The actual. Hell! He just—no. No, no, no. He really can't! Can he? Oh, my God, what if he does?! And if it is true... ew! Derek Hale crushing is just gross! And on Stiles?! Just, no. But also, why? And also-also, how the hell did Scott not notice something sooner?! 

And another thing: did Scott somehow wake up this morning having somehow travelled in his sleep to one of those Affirmative Universe places that Stiles is always banging on about?

Man, Scott has like, so many questions. 

Derek still hasn't said anything and is just standing opposite Scott with his stupid arms folded across his stupid chest with his stupid beard in his stupid loft looking really, really stupidly sheepish, and Scott thinks, yep—

Affirmative Universe. 

He doesn't know what to do and Stiles isn't here to ask, so he waves a confused (and maybe amused and bemused) arm in the air and says, “Derek, what the hell is going on? Have we travelled to an Affirmative Universe or something, because—”  

“Don't you mean Alternative Universe?”  

“—you never just, I don't know, don't throw something offensive or at least defensive back at me when I'm talking to you about Stiles. Or you know, anybody else. Or anything else, come to think of it!”   

Derek now looks, for real, actually scared.

And Scott? Well, Scott is now officially terrified.  

His phone starts ringing and as it's already in his hand, he just answers it without looking, eyes still fixed on Derek The Imposter. 

“Yooooo, amigo. What's the plan?” 

It's Stiles. Of course it's Stiles. 

Stiles is on the phone and Derek Hale might-probably-definitely have a crush on him and Scott may or may not be in an Affirmative Universe but can't know for sure and can no longer speak or think or breathe.

“Uh, Scottie? Scottland? Sir Scott-A-Lot? You there, ol’buddy, ol’pal?” 

Derek can obviously hear who is on the other end of the phone. He looks positively constipated, his brows knitting together even tighter than before, tighter than ever before, his lethal jaw ticking away like it's being controlled by the World Clock in Berlin that Scott learned about in middle school.

Scott sighs, heavy, like he's seventy years old instead of seventeen.

Derek is now giving his best version of Scott's own speciality Puppy Dog Eyes (something Stiles and Allison always accuse him of) with a definite flavour of please, don't tell…

And Scott wants to cry. Like a baby. Like, throw himself onto the floor and scream and shout and kick his feet in the air. 

Instead, he grits his teeth together like the mature person he is, feeling very firmly smooshed between a best friend-shaped rock and a werewolf-scented hard place. 

Ugh, his life is just so unfair!

He mouths YOU OWE ME to Derek, and Derek's whole body visibly sags with relief. 

Then he takes a deep breath and answers Stiles—who is now chanting ScottieScottieScottieScottieScottieScottieScottie down the phone—with, “Dude, shut up and listen, will you! I think we might have a very real problem with Affirmative Universes!”

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more "troublesome" words

adverse, averse

Averse - reluctant or disinclined (think of aversion)

Adverse - hostile and antagonistic (think of adversary)

allay, alleviate, assuage, relieve

Alleviate - should suggest giving temporary relief without removing the underlying cause of a problem. It is close in meaning to ease, a fact obviously unknown to the writer of this sentence: “It will ease the transit squeeze, but will not alleviate it” (Chicago Tribune).

Allay and assuage - both mean to put to rest or to pacify and are most often applied to fears

Relieve - the more general term and covers all these meanings

ambiguous, equivocal

Both mean vague and open to more than one interpretation.

But whereas an ambiguous statement may be vague by accident or by intent,

an equivocal one is calculatedly unclear.

amid, among

Among - applies to things that can be separated and counted, amid to things that cannot.

Rescuers might search among survivors but amid wreckage.

amoral, immoral

Amoral - describes matters in which questions of morality do not arise or are disregarded;

immoral - applies to things that are evil.

antecedence, antecedents

Antecedence - means precedence;

antecedents - ancestors or other things that have gone before.

antennae, antennas

Either is correct as the plural of antenna,

but generally antennae - preferred for living organisms (“a beetle’s antennae”)

and antennas - for manmade objects (“radio antennas made possible the discovery of pulsars”).

anybody, anyone, anything, anyway, anywhere

Anything and anywhere - always one word.

The others are one word except when the emphasis is on the second element (e.g., “He received three job offers, but any one would have suited him”).

Anybody and anyone - singular and should be followed by singular pronouns and verbs.

A common fault is seen here:

“Anyone can relax, so long as they don’t care whether they or anyone else ever actually gets anything done” (Observer).

So long as they gets anything done?

The problem, clearly, is that a plural pronoun (they) is being attached to a singular verb (gets).

Such constructions may in fact be fully defensible, at least some of the time, though you should at least know why you are breaking a rule when you break it.

avenge, revenge

Generally, avenge - indicates the settling of a score or the redressing of an injustice. It is more dispassionate than

revenge - indicates retaliation taken largely for the sake of personal satisfaction.

a while, awhile

To write “for awhile” is wrong because the idea of for is implicit in awhile.

Write either: “I will stay here for a while” (two words) or “I will stay here awhile” (one word).

awoke, awaked, awakened

Two common problems are worth noting:

Awoken, though much used, is generally considered not standard. Thus this sentence from an Agatha Christie novel (cited by Partridge) is wrong: “I was awoken by that rather flashy young woman.” Make it awakened.

As a past participle, awaked is preferable to awoke. Thus, “He had awaked at midnight” and not “He had awoke at midnight.” But if ever in doubt about the past tense, you will never be wrong if you use awakened.

Source More: On Grammar & Vocabulary

[weirdsht]

What es up 👾

What if totcf with transmigrated!reader that barely says anything about themselves but they know so much about the others, they think it's kinda unfair how easy they are to read to reader (reader has read the novel so they're like a piece of cake to reader) and then one time everyone was drinking, some were drunk, some were dead on the floor or couch, then reader says "I miss my husband..." With such a solemn expression and everyone is shocked because wdym u have a fockin husband????

Rosalyn: *sees reader crying their eyes out* you... You have a husband?

Reader: yes, Rosa sob I miss him, my kids, too!

The gang: Kid? Wait, kids? Plural...? How come we never knew of this????????????

Reader was actually referring to their fictional boyfriend and characters they grew to love that they knew about from Earth, but reader is like, crying like it's the saddest thing as if their spouse went to war

…Seriously? - LoTCF & Reader

a/n: a/n: not me sneaking my lads obsession in here, also I had to choose 1 LI so the gig isn't out of the bag so soon but I don't have a bias there... so i used the usual roulette lol, find out who won as you read the story

tags: earth timeline doesn't make sense. transmigrator reader, love and deepspace mentions, platonic, fluss

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read pinned)

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[Name] was an enigma to Cale’s group. They know that she’s not from their world. Know that she can predict the future to a certain extent. However, beyond that information, they don’t know much about the transmigrator. 

They barely know anything personal about [Name].

Which is a bit unfair if one thinks about it deeply. [Name] knows everyone like the back of her hand, but they don’t even know if the name she has given her is her real one.

But it doesn’t matter much. Cale’s group is not one to pry information that could possibly be sensitive out of a comrade. They all have their secrets after all, maybe [Name] was uncomfortable talking about her previous life.

Well, that was until Rosalyn saw her crying one day.

It was a normal day, a good one even. For the first time in a while, there’s absolutely nothing to do. Even Rosalyn’s research has been put on hold. And so she decided to find [Name] so they could try to newly opened cafe in town, and have a girl’s day.

“[Name] are you busy–”

The mage stopped in her tracks as she heard the transmigrator sob from the other side of the door. [Name]’s cries were quiet but it caused a loud concern to ring in Rosalyn’s heart.

“Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

Rosalyn opened the door, panic spread through her body as [Name] is known to never cry.

“Ro-rosa..?”

[Name] looked up as the door opened. Her knees touched her chest, her head resting on top of it. Tear stains could be seen on her clothes, it looked like she had been crying for a while now.

“I’m fine, don’t worry nothing happened.”

She reassured Rosalyn as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Her voice was wobbly, not helping her case and certainly not making the ex-royal believe her.

Rosalyn took [Name]’s hands on her left hand and wiped the transmigrator’s tears with the handkerchief she bought with her right hand. Concern is etched on her face as she gives [Name]’s hands comforting strokes.

“Tell this unnie what’s wrong.”

Both have forgotten about the door being wide open. Making everyone, the three kids and Lock, hear everything they are talking about.

“It’s a silly thing… I just realized it’s been so long since I saw my husband…”

Rosalyn fought the urge to overreact at the news that one of her friends had a husband she didn’t know about.

“From your previous world?”

“...Yeah, it’s been so long since I saw him. It doesn’t help that when I last saw him it looked like he was going on a very dangerous mission.”

[Name] was crestfallen as she spoke. It was clear just how much she missed him.

“My children too, I only saw my twins for a short while!”

The whiplash Rosalyn is getting from these shocking pieces of information is too much.

Good thing another redhead arrived to save the day.

“Why are you four hiding over there?”

Cale asked the four children and only then did the two women realise how the door was open. Rosalyn shot [Name] an apologetic look. She didn’t mean for her personal life to be broadcasted like that.

“No need to be sorry, it wasn’t really a secret. There wasn’t just a chance to bring it up.”

[Name] assured the mage as she gestured over to the five outside her door. Beckoning them to go inside.

As Cale and the children walked towards the transmigrator, they updated Cale as to what they heard.

“So you had a husband before coming here?”

“Yes, my husband Sylus… I didn’t even get his limited card before I could… huek!”

The transmigrator teared up once more and every one pitied her despite their confusion. Just what card is she talking about? Maybe it’s an earth thing they don’t know about.

“[Name]-nim are you talking about a credit card?”

Choi Han peeked from outside. He was just passing by when he heard the children updating Cae about his fellow transmigrator’s life.

“Huh? Oh no, I mean he did have a black card but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Now Choi Han was part of the confused crowd. If she didn’t mean a savings card what could she be talking about then?

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Cale squinted his eyes. That man knows for a fact that [Name] hasn’t even had her first kiss yet. What are all these lies about a husband? 

…Plus the name she said sounded very familiar.

“Could you tell us more about him?”

“Yeah tell us please nya!”

Raon and Hong encouraged [Name] to talk more, interested in the slightest information about their mysterious friend’s personal life.

“Well, his very tall. Around 187cm I think? He kind of looks like a vampire with his white hair and red eyes. I can confidently say that his one of the most handsome guys out there.”

Everyone became even more intrigued. Just how great was this husband of hers? [Name] sounded very in love with him. He also sounded well-off based on Choi Han’s explanation of how a black card is like the equivalent of a golden plaque.

“Oh, he also has this thing called Evol. Basically he has powers, his power in particular is controlling energy. His super strong, he can even heal wounds.”

From the corner of the room, Cale suppressed a sigh as he placed the pieces together. Instead, he opted to silently facepalm.

The conversation about [Name]’s supposed “husband” lasted for a few more minutes before everyone filed out of her room. Leaving only her and Cale behind.

“What was your affinity level before you got here?”

“Affinity 60… But omg, you play love and deespace too!?”

[Name] looked at the redhead man who was finally letting out that deep, imparted sigh he had been holding in since earlier.

“No, I just saw forum leaks about your husband Sylus.”

“Ohhhh, I was wondering how you knew when he was barely out when I transmigrated…”

An awkward silence lingered around the two. Both of them don’t know how to proceed with the new information. In fact, [Name] didn’t know that game existed on Cale’s earth.

Wait was it possible that they were from the same earth?

But he had powers…

[Name] decided to not think about it.

“Next time, refrain from speaking about your fictional husbands as if they’re real… I think you nearly gave Rosalyn a heart attack?”

“Wait really!?”

[Name] looked at Cale who was on his way to go back to his room. She didn’t know the repercussions of casually speaking about her otome game. The redhead only looked at her as if she was a lost cause. 

“Yes, really.“

incase you were curious about the roulette lol dont mind me using the jp names im just more used to that

[funnier-as-a-system]

we just found out we're plural a few months ago. do you have resources on how to try to talk to my headmates? sorry if this isn't the right blog to mention.

Hm... As far as resources go, I'd recommend using a tool like Pluralkit or SimplyPlural and then chatting/leaving messages for each other under your own names (SimplyPlural has a chat function for this, and for Pluralkit, you can create your own private server). You don't have to create super detailed profiles – you can even just put placeholder names, or very non-descriptive names, and nothing else – but having something that shows who said what can help ground you and make it feel less like you're shouting into the void. The point is essentially to create a log where you all can identify yourselves while leaving messages for each other, even if it's something as simple as "hi, I exist". This is a method we've been using for a long time, and we've found it can really help to get your conversations (literally) out of your head and into text. If you would prefer a physical log over a digital one, keeping a physical journal (with a list of headmates somewhere inside) can also help.

For talking to your headmates inside your head (internal communication), though, I'd recommend somewhat of the opposite, to a degree – don't stress too much about figuring out who said what every time that you hear something from another headmate. It can scare off shy headmates who just want to poke their heads in with a quick "hello", and you don't need to be stressing over not being able to immediately identify exactly which of your headmates had that random, passing thought. Asking them for identification can help sometimes, especially if you're looking to practice putting names to voices, but you don't need to perfect your own detective skills to figure out Who Said That every time someone says something. Just relax and let things happen as they happen.

On that note, listening "too hard" for internal communication can cause you to accidentally block out the voices of your headmates. Remember, these sorts of things tend to take a lot of practice to become easily accessed skills, so don't worry if it takes you a while to start regularly hearing your headmates! Throw your thoughts into the void and welcome thoughts that don't sound like they came from you. Allow your communication to get better over time as you practice; don't expect perfection right away. And even if you never get very good at internal communication, that's okay, because there's plenty of different methods for external communication, from recording videos to leaving post-it notes on your door. Don't be afraid to experiment to find what works best for you!

I can't think of any resources outside those tools I suggested, but I'm sure they're out there. I'll leave this post open for anyone to add on their own suggestions and recommendations. Good luck talking to your headmates!

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

It's closer to "beta reading for each other"! (At least for our editing process, which is fairly linear. The writing process is much less so and can look a lot like "multiple cursors in the same document", especially if multiple of our guys are actively participating at the same time and not just making comments from the back to whoever is actually doing the writing, because we've only got the one pair of hands. XD Compensating for that with very thorough outlines, and the complete willingness to "write shittily first edit later" in the initial stages of a project -- where our priority is to get our ideas sorted out and jotted down, we know we'll smooth out any issues later, so it really doesn't matter if we move back and forth between sections a lot.)

With the difference that, where a beta-reader would only make suggestions because it ultimately isn't their work -- in our WIPs, regardless of the specifics of who wrote what, the final version will be our text, so we're truly merciless in the editing. Especially with WIPs that are >10k (so we have to go over the text a lot not just for editing, but because we need to refresh our memory of events to keep things coherent and consistent), our diverging preferences can show up like... the same word/clause/sentence keeps getting edited back and forth between the same 2-3 things, until/unless there's a clear winner in terms of how it flows with the rest of the text (and if there isn't, whoever is around for polishing the work immediately pre-publishing gets to pick what goes in the final version).

Have you noticed your style change over time?

Hi!! Thank you for the ask. <3

We haven't really noticed that, no -- we're aware our older fics don't read quite the same as our more recent ones, but we don't tend to notice the changes happening in real time and would struggle to pinpoint exactly what changed.

Part of that is plurality-related. We don't all write the same to begin with -- actually part of our editing process now, especially for longer projects, consists of getting as many of us rereading the text as possible (separately over a period of time and/or together at the same time), so we can smooth out differences where needed or (more rarely) exaggerate them when warranted (e.g. for added character flavour in subjective narration). In the past we didn't go through that Collaborative Smoothening step, and we did a lot less editing to begin with (we same-day wrote-and-published a lot), so many of our older works are more clearly One Guy's Writing. We can usually tell who based on the way they're written, but this isn't style evolution so much as like... us writing differently at baseline.

Part of that is that we have two types of approach to writing: either we write so rarely that too much time passes in-between for us to remember our previous writings clearly, or we write so often that any overall changes are too gradual for us to notice. Nowadays it's more the latter -- with the MelloNears, we've been writing/editing at least a few words every single day since November 1st, in mostly the same two AUs/series, so we're not really seeing the style evolution that is probably taking place because we're standing too close to see the big picture.

[fanfic/author ask game]

[meirimerens]

Do you have recommendations on reading sth more experimental? 👀

fair warning a lot of the experimental shit i've read i've read in art school context so i have no idea if the classmates who made it published it somewhere + it is kinda hard to recommend experimental shit by virtue of it being experimental so i'm going to rec stuff that i consider like. "mainstream" experimental as in yeah an author wrote this. also the "actually unconventional" bar is pretty low starting from the stuff i was moaning about so well also ☝ love pushing upon people books i've read + i know for a fact i've pushed them before lollll so

mainstream as it goes: House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. like you know?

unconventional in essence through shape. it is one book of ergodic literature and if you dig into ergodic literature you will find unconventionality that's kinda Its Thing. i understand by standards for "unconventional prose/pacing" get pretty high once you've put your eyes on this but like. i got more conventional in shape that still are unconventional in prose of pacing.

still mainstream-ish? if you're French? she was an author well-known and important in her time and place (she's still alive it's just that she was important as an author of the literary feminist wave in the 60s & 70s), Anankè by Hélène Cixous. i've read it in french and have no idea how it fares in english (or translated otherwise) but if you want unconventional pacing and prose you're getting unconventional pacing and prose. it is full to the brim with homonyms (hence why idk how it fares in english), of subject-to-attribute uncouplings (a verb conjugated for "I", a subject as "she"), words straight up made the fuck up through homonymy (like "téléfaune", from téléphone and faune [faun/satyr]). some sentences are 2 full pages long, reading them feels like trying to ride out an engine startle. it has no plot, it is about an internal trip, a self-actualization from girl to woman, or from chaperoned woman to free woman. you don't read this for plot, you read this to feel like you've traveled with your head through the open window, and for the imagery, god the imagery i find so very great. unlikely associations, quite sensorial. it's a short book but i've needed multiple tries to get through it because, as i've said, the long sentences feel like trying to hold onto a hand-cranked engine start. the pacing feels cyclical, like an endless stop and start, expressing the internal conflict. you have to hold onto it.

mainstream-ish again if you're french, Le Corps Lesbien [The Lesbian Body] by Monique Wittig. it's one of those where if you're not on that crazy shit you're gonna get yucked, it is endlessly violent in grotesque ways that make you horribly aware of all the anatomical details of your body. it alternates horrible and grotesque neverending violence with horrible and grotesque neverending tenderness (& sometimes neverending tenderness in/through grotesque violence or vice-versa). another one of those where the english translation cannot truly do it justice because french has "elles [female plural they]" and "ils [male plural they]" and wittig goes out of her way to never use ils [french has "masculine as default" grammatical gender]. in the french text, "je" (subject "I") is cleaved in twain: "j/e". In english, they've just italicized it; i think they'd have done well to use something like the polish ł to figure it. anyways barely a plot either. cyclical destruction in grotesque ways that both are anatomical impossible and yet horrifyingly anatomically-anchored. re:the violence in this i'm sure if you've read like. "extreme horror" novels by whichever male author of the month it is you probably won't flinch but i've read this after a long streak of nonfiction & poetry.

i think a bit less mainstream because i've been told about it in art school lol after i had partaken in a collective performance and my stuff had for base a poem about a roadkill that neverendingly dies then is reborn only to die again anyways Jaguar Harmonics by Anne Waldman. closer to poems than literature-in-prose (even if it is in prose instead of rhyme) it is about/from the yagé (ayahuasca) ritual by waldman, poet & buddhist & activist who brings in the text a lot of subjects and themes (the anthropocene, colonization, environmental and feminist concerns,...). it is poetry, so technicallyyyyyyy unconventional by nature as far as literature goes, + spoken poetry at that, i know for a fact there is a bandcamp where you can listen to the poems spoken/sung.

what else. since i'm on the topic of poetry check out Guillaume Apollinaire's Calligrammes i guess

you'll hate me for bringing it up again + it's poetry also againnnn LOL but The Oresteia as transladaptated by Tony Harrison. i find it's great english it uses words that brother i've never seen used. and i loooooove a made-up compound word the people know this about me. let's liven this shit up let's make words up!

French has l'Oulipo ("Ouvroir de littérature potentielle", "opener of potential literature") with representatives such as Raymond Queneau who made a book of poems that looks like this

OH AND HE MADE "EXERCISES DE STYLE" which i quite like also (99 times the same story written with different stylistic/literary constraints)

[interstellarchaosss]

How noticeable to a normal person on what alter/headmate is currently fronting? Are there any irl friends and family that are aware/you’ve told?

Once someone knows we're plural? We've definitely been told it's very obvious. We try to mask our plurality when around strangers or in unsafe places, and we almost always try to mask our voices because our accents can be very overt. But even when masking, people can tell if we've switched. We're out as plural to both of our parents, one of our siblings, our partner, around 7 - 10 friends (and ex friends) as well as some of our colleagues and several psychologists over the years.

Our friends who usually saw us once or twice a week started being able to guess who was fronting after just a month or two of us being open about our plurality, and two of them can notice a switch happened within a few minutes--even when we're actively trying to mask. Our psychologist can tell who we are the moment she walks into the waiting room to greet us, and she knows when someone she hasn't met is fronting too. Our parents aren't really involved in our plurality, they'd rather sweep it under the rug and pretend it's not a thing--but on occasion, our mother has mentioned it to us. Our sister can tell a lot of the time, especially when headmates she likes are fronting. And, of course, our partner, @sparkssystem (who is long distance but we were sharing a room for about a month recently) was very quickly able to identify switches and fronters even if we tried very hard to mask.

But!

To singlets? No one would really suspect anything as long as we don't accidentally let our accent slip into something very different from our own--though that's also easily brushed off as just a silly thing we do. People don't normally notice changes in behaviour or voice--or if they do, they don't take note--if they don't know you're plural. Especially if they don't know plurality is even an actual thing that exists. People just assume you're having a weird off day, or you're sick, or you're dealing with something you don't want to talk about so your emotions are wack that day. Singlets don't tend to jump to the conclusion of "this is a whole new person than yesterday"--it's barely even a concept that registers in the general publics brain as an answer for "why is this person weird today".

So, I suppose we're pretty obvious, if you know what you're looking at!

[genderqueerdykes]

Hey um thanks for posting about endogenic plurality

I was anti endo for a long long time because I couldn't understand why someone would want to have DID but having you explicitly say that endogen plurals are different and are not expected to act the same as CDD systems has made me much more open

Like why did I hate endos? There was a few people who were definitely spreading misinfo and being complete assholes but that's every group? Endos are just people? Like all of us?

Yeah my disorder sucks but that doesn't mean everyone who experiences plurality has the worst existence ever

Anyway lmao yeah thanks for what you do

hey of course, i'm glad i could have helped in some way!

i've noticed the anti-endo community is OBSESSED with saying "complex dissociative disorder" (CDD)... which dissociative disorders aren't complex, exactly...? dissociation is inherently complex, i don't like the idea that some dissociative disorders are seen as "more" severe or whatever than others. i NEVER heard the term "complex dissociative disorder" until i met anti-endos. i have no idea where people came up with this, but why would pitting dissociatives against one another help... ever?

like, not only are anti endos concerned with pitting dissociative plurals against endogenic plurals, but apparently, they're also concerned with pitting dissociatives against one another. it's clear as day that this is just about fighting and nothing else. like, it's a slap in the face to call something like depersonalization/derealization as a "non-complex dissociative disorder" or whatever like. i was diagnosed with DPDR 2 years ago when i was in the psych hospital. i was told by the doctor who was screening me that the level of dissociation i experience is NOT normal for someone with just DID. i don't think that DP/DR is inherently less "complex" than my DID, because it's the reason i dissociate literally 24/7 and never stop. ever.

i'm glad you brought up the most important point, which is that endogenic systems are still people. it doesn't matter if someone disagrees with how they express themselves. they're still people. dehumanizing people you dislike is a dangerous path to walk down. thanks for stopping by to send this ask! i'm glad i could've helped you in some way! life is a lot easier to live when you're not harboring hate for things that don't deserve it. hatred of injustice? always reasonable. hatred of someone who don't understand? not helping anyone.

[chishiyasleftnut]

Would you write the meeting room P2? please!!!!

Hi! I’m so sorry I avoided this request for this long, but the thought of rereading my first fic made me want to scream haha. I did it, found lots of things I could improve, and somehow survived without cringing to death. This is the product of that. I hope you’ll enjoy it! (✯◡✯)

This is the continuation of The Meeting Room. If there is any interest, then I am more than open to continuing this series!

The Hotel Room

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut.  Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Plot: Unable to forget what happened in the meeting room, fem!reader seeks out Chishiya again. 

3201 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It had been a week since any words were exchanged between you and Chishiya. Of course, you couldn’t completely ignore the man - he was an important fellow member of the Beach’s executives. But that didn’t mean you had to speak with him.

The lack of conversation, however, didn’t mean that he wasn’t constantly on your mind, because he was. No matter what you were doing, the thought of Chishiya’s strong hands roaming around your body always crept up on you. It didn’t matter if you were in a meeting, at a game, partying, or even trying to sleep. He was always there in your mind - making you go crazy.

One day you had enough. You could only push away the thought of him so many times before you cracked. That’s at least how you decided to justify your next move.

At 11pm, the day after a game night, you left your comfortable bed to walk the cold corridors of the Beach. The sound of your heels echoed through the hollow halls that were, luckily, completely empty. Everyone always tended to gather around the pool or at the event hall that was made into a makeshift club - rarely were anyone leisuring around in the hallways. You were therefore alone, with no witnesses, as you made your way to Chishiya’s room.

With a forceful hand, you knocked hard on the door. You heard the sound of a lock unlocking before the door opened before you. You were met by Chishiya’s face that you for a second could have sworn looked annoyed at being disturbed - a facial expression you had never seen before. You didn’t even know that Chishiya had facial expressions in plural. All you ever saw was the definition of smugness.

Said smugness quickly returned to his face once he saw who was on the other side of the door. He opened the door further and leaned against the doorframe.

“That took you long enough,” he said with a smirk. “Couldn’t fight it any longer?”

You groaned but nonetheless pushed past Chishiya to enter his room. Right now, you weren’t in the mood for cocky remarks, although you knew it was impossible to converse with Chishiya without lending ear to plenty of arrogant comments.

“No, I was just bored,” you lied, trying to sound unconcerned. You were not about to admit just how much Chishiya had taken over your mind this past week.

Chishiya chuckled before closing the door, locking it behind him. He leaned up against it and watched you with analytical eyes, scanning your face and body as you looked around his awfully clean room.

“I could think of a way to entertain you,” he crowed, taking a few steps towards you.

A part of you wanted to shut him down, to leave the room before anything further happened. But another part of you was so desperately longing for his touch that you couldn’t bear the thought of going any longer without him. How did this even happen? What made you change your mind about Chishiya?

The well-known (and well-hated) smirk crept back up on Chishiya’s face at your silence. It was clear that he was enjoying watching your internal conflict, relishing in the fact that he had so much power over you.

“What do you say?” he asked lowly.

You didn’t respond with words. No, instead you completely surprised yourself - and Chishiya - by crashing your lips into his, forcing your bodies close together. After a moment of complete shock, Chishiya’s lips moved forcefully against yours as he pushed you backwards towards the wall. With your back now fully pressed up against the cold plaster, Chishiya’s hands began moving freely over your scantily clad body.

Unlike the first time you did this, Chishiya was everything but careful with his touch. He squeezed, pulled, and explored exactly as he wanted, growing more and more confident with each second. You wanted this and he knew that. He therefore wasted no time, untying your bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.

Chishiya broke the kiss, suddenly leaving your mouth empty and cold, to admire your body. Both of his hands moved up your body to cup your breasts, squeezing perhaps a bit harder than he intended to, causing you to hiss.

“Knock it off! They’re not stress balls, you know.” you complained through gritted teeth.

Although he was grinning at your reaction, Chishiya nonetheless loosened his grip on your breasts, and moved his hands to your waist instead.

“Sorry, princess” he chuckled, clearly having a lot of fun with you right now.

“Don’t call me that!” you groaned. The last thing you wanted was to be Chishiya’s ‘princess’. That’s at least what you told yourself.

You wanted to yell more, to tell him off for even considering using a pet name with you, but no words came out the second you felt Chishiya’s lips connect with your body. They voyaged all over, leaving your body covered in warm kisses from your cheek to your shoulder and down your chest, until they finally stopped their journey at your nipple. Chishiya licked the sensitive area, swirling his tongue round and round, and in the process causing a pool to form between your legs.

Before you knew it, the licks had turned into sucks, his mouth leaving hickeys all over the skin of your breasts. God, it felt good, so good that you could…

“Hey, wait! Don’t do that!” you suddenly exclaimed when it dawned on you that hickeys were anything but discrete and hence not suitable for the secret nature of your affair. Chishiya chuckled against your now wet skin, the air from his breath tickling your nerves.

“It’s fine, your bikini will cover it.”

You looked down at the slowly appearing marks and sure enough, they were placed strategically, completely within the bounds of where your top would be. You couldn’t help but be somewhat impressed with how well-throughout Chishiya managed to make an unprepared hookup. Noticing your lack of response, Chishiya grinned and got down on his knees in front of you.

“But fine, I’ll stop.”

With both of his pointer fingers hooked under the seam of your bikini bottoms, he slowly pulled them down, revealing your body in its entirely. His eyes were hungrily locked on your centre, noticing (and very much enjoying) the drops of arousal creating a thin string connecting your body and the underwear. Feeling somewhat insecure with the way he was so blatantly staring at you, you decided to open your mouth again to draw attention away from your body.

“I hate you, you know that, right?” you said defiantly. Chishiya’s eyes darted up to yours. He looked almost… satisfied with your remark?

“Then why did you come back?” he asked smugly before meticulously licking up the traces of your arousal, causing your knees to buckle at the sudden stimulation.

What could you even reply to that? ‘You gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in months’? Even if it was true, you absolutely could not tell him that. It would only inflate his already huge ego even more, something which you were not ready to handle. So instead, you stayed quiet - or well, you weren’t exactly quiet, but you weren’t speaking either. Would moaning also heighten his superiority complex? Probably, but you weren’t able to keep them in, so moaned you did.

In hindsight, you should probably have suspected just how good Chishiya was at given head considering how he managed to rock your world with just his fingers a week prior. But still, you were surprisingly amazed at just how adept he was with his tongue, licking up and down your folds before finally settling on the needy bud, perfectly circling around it. Unable to fully control your movements, your right hand grabbed ahold of his blonde locks while your left hand painfully slapped into the wall behind you.

“Fuck, Chishiya.” you accidentally whimpered before covering your own mouth.

Of course, it was all too late. Chishiya had already heard it, and telling by the way his cheeks raised, a smug smirk somehow appearing despite his tongue never moving, he was taking it as a personal win. With one hand, he hooked your leg over his shoulder, giving him even more access to your core. Using this opportunity, he dived his tongue straight into you, tasting you fully before attacking your clit again.

The room was entirely filled with perverted sounds: Licking, sucking, and moaning from the both of you, as Chishiya worked to get you over the edge. Or at least, that’s what you thought until you were right there, on the peak and…

“Get on the bed.” Chishiya said after pulling his mouth away from your body. You were in shock, frozen on the spot as you tried to make sense of his actions. Did he not notice the way you were pulling his hair? The way your entire body was tightening up, begging for release?

“But I-” you started before getting interrupted.

“I know. I’m not leaving you hanging, just get on the bed.”

Not wanting to argue with him - at least not until you got what you came for - you walked with wobbly legs over to the bed, sitting down on it. Chishiya unzipped his hoodie, finally giving you a chance to see his body. Your eyes were glued to his torso, examining every muscle on his lean body. Was it rude to look? You weren’t sure, but it was not possible to look away, instead daydreaming of what he hid underneath those bathing shorts.

His next words came as a bucket of cold water, throwing you well out of your little fantasy.

“You brought a condom, right?” he asked while neatly folding the hoodie and plopping it on the ground.

Ah, that’s right. A condom. The thing that cut your endeavours short last time.

“No,” you admitted softly before standing up and walking towards your discarded bathing suit. “But I can go get one.”

Noticing your eagerness, Chishiya couldn’t help but snicker and push you back on the bed, making your body bounce softly on the mattress.

“I got one. I just wanted to see how badly you wanted me.” he said arrogantly in the same way that always pissed you off.

You were just about to cuss him out when it finally happened. His shorts dropped to the ground exposing the secret treasure hidden below. Your eyes journeyed down the happy trail until you finally saw him in his entirety, your gaze transfixed on his hardness. You had seen a dick before, plenty of times actually, so you weren’t entirely sure why you were so enchanted by his. But here you were, blatantly staring like you just saw the Loch Ness monster.

Of course, Chishiya noticed this. It was hard not to with the way your eyes were locked to his body, your mouth slightly agape in anticipation. It wasn’t until Chishiya moved towards you that you got thrown out of your trance like state.

“I take it that you like what you see?” he hummed haughtily, standing right in front of you. God, it was so close to you, mere centimetres away from you. Oh fuck, you were staring again, weren’t you?

“Sh-shut up” you mumbled all flustered, your words getting tangled up in your tongue. A blush was creeping up on your skin, turning it a nice, pale shade of pink. 

Although a part of him wanted to tease you more, to savour the physical effect he had on you, he also couldn’t ignore the way his dick was throbbing for you. He was, after all, just a man. With surprisingly gentle hands, he pushed you backwards onto the mattress and centred you on the bed before climbing in between your legs. Wasting no time, Chishiya hooked your legs over his shoulders and immediately assaulted your clit with his tongue bringing you right back to the edge you were so close to before.

This time, Chishiya didn’t stop. Instead, he continued his tongue’s repetitive routine until you saw stars. With your legs clamped around his head and your back arched higher than you thought possible, you came harder than you ever had before. His tongue didn’t stop moving until he was completely sure he had milked your orgasm for every drop of pleasure possible. First then, did he slow down before eventually pulling away.

Even though your body was no longer on fire, your mind was still clouded. You therefore didn’t even notice Chishiya opening the bedside drawer to pull out a condom until you heard the sound of the packaging being torn open. After blinking hard a few times, your gaze refocused on Chishiya - once more staring at his manhood as he rolled the condom down his shaft. Without any words, Chishiya leaned down over you, lining himself up at your entrance and immediately pushing in.

The word ‘pleasure’ could in no universe cover the sensation of Chishiya’s dick stretching your cunt to the limit. It was better than ‘pleasure’. Way better. From his shaky breath, Chishiya too was in pure heaven at the feeling of your walls hugging him tightly. He took a moment to cherish the feeling of your body around his before he finally began moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you.

Grunts. Moans. Whimpers. Every possible sound imaginable came from the both of you. Being completely engulfed in bliss, you didn’t even notice how you hugged Chishiya close to you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Although it was involuntary, it was still a very intimate action, perhaps even too intimate for Chishiya who had never been much for sentimental. 

Uncomfortable with suddenly being confronted by potential emotions, Chishiya quickly turned you around to avoid your embrace. With you now on your hands and knees, he continued to fuck into you while being free from the uncomfortable thought of feelings. Another plus was that he could enjoy the view of his dick, now shiny with your arousal, piercing in and out of you. This was way safer, he thought. This was just sex.

Feeling your core tightening around him, Chishiya leaned down over your body.

“You got another one for me?” he grunted into your ear, his hips continuing their rhythm. You didn’t respond with words, but instead squeezed your walls even tighter around him. “Yeah?” he asked smugly. “Come for me then.”

That was all it took before the coil in your centre snapped, pleasure flowing out through your entire body from your abdomen to your fingertips. You collapsed down onto the mattress, your arms no longer strong enough to carry your weight. With your ass now fully up in the air, Chishiya’s movements became erratic. You looked so good there, ass on full display and your face all spaced out.

“Mm... Too much, Chishiya” you whimpered softly, your words barely making any sense. Your brain was halfway shut off, the feeling of Chishiya repeatedly slamming against your G-spot making your mind malfunction.

“Just a b-b-bit more, pr-princess,” Chishiya groaned. Under normal circumstances you would have rebutted the pet name, but you didn’t have as much as one brain cell that wasn’t completely fucked out at this point.

With a surprisingly loud grunt, Chishiya pushed his dick deep inside of you and emptied himself. His fingertips were painfully digging into the ample flesh of your ass, his hips stuttering slightly with each spurt his dick made.

Chishiya pulled out of you, immediately removing the condom, tying a knot, and throwing it in the bin next to the bed. No longer being supported by his body, you fell to your side, too exhausted to speak. Chishiya laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling. The room was completely quiet until you finally got control over your vocal cords, saying something that Chishiya did not expect you to.

“You know,” you started with a hoarse voice, clearing your throat before speaking again. “Realistically there is no reason to use condoms.”

With a raised eyebrow, curious to see where you were going with this, Chishiya turned his head to look at you before you continued.

“I mean, what is the chance that I’m even surviving another 9 months with these games? And who cares if I get an STD or something. Life is literally too short to care.”

Amused by your words, Chishiya responded with a smile on his lips.

“You sure know how to kill a mood, huh? Talking about mortality isn’t exactly good sex-etiquette.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, not wanting to be reprimanded for your lack of ‘etiquette’.

“You know what I mean,” you began, sounding somewhat annoyed that he was focusing on the morbid side of your statement. “Shouldn’t you be jumping and dancing at the suggestion of skipping the condom? Isn’t that what guys do?”

“I’m not saying it isn’t tempting.” he said, still looking at you.

“Then let’s do it?”

Chishiya was quiet for a few seconds. He turned his gaze back up towards the ceiling as he weighed your words. Of course, you were right. What were the chances that either of your survived 9 more months? It was slim, very slim, so you might as well have fun, right?

“Sure,” he said while nodding, his tone sounding amused once more. “No more condoms. Now we can also be more spontaneous.”

“Spontaneous?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked before looking at you again. “Anyway, it’s late. Get out of my room, I need to sleep.”

You furrowed your brows at his abruptness. Was this the guy who just tried to lecture you on good etiquette? Surely it wasn’t good etiquette to throw someone out minutes after you came in them. Not wanting to explode on him you sat up and glanced at the clock on the wall. Fuck, it was late, well past midnight. Okay maybe he did have a point. Sleep was extremely valuable in this world, after all. A good night’s rest could be the difference between life and death.

“Fine,” you said before getting dressed again. Chishiya watched you with careful eyes, enjoying a final glance at your body before you covered it up. Just as he had said, your bikini top perfectly covered the multiple hickeys on your chest. Once dressed, you made your way to the door without looking at Chishiya.

“Sleep tight, princess.” you heard him say teasingly as you left the room.

You didn’t stop to clap-back. Perhaps you should have. Instead, you allowed him to have the final word, to make him feel like he had somehow won this little interaction between you. Perhaps you would just have to live with this new nickname. Maybe you could even learn to love it - or at least tolerate it.

With hasty steps, you marched back to your room, your mind replaying the last hour on repeat, over and over again. It was especially your final conversation that was stuck. What did he mean by ‘we can be more spontaneous’? You weren’t sure what to expect, but a part of you were excited to find out what he had hidden up his sleeve.

[sysmedsaresexist]

To the anon asking about my username...

There's a bit of confusion here, I'm going to answer many of your questions but I may not post the ask itself, hopefully it'll make sense :)

When I started my blog I was heavily anti endo and I specifically posted bad pro/endo takes, debunking or just laughing. To this day, most of it is still pretty hilarious. I wasn't focused on cringe, but totally crazy, out there claims that made zero sense and were flat out wrong. Check out my tags #shit endos say, #shit singlets say, and my newest tag, #shit anti endos say, I hope you have a laugh at a couple of them.

In my pinned post, you'll see the thing that started it all. A pro endo saying that sysmeds are sexist.

I would also like to know how they came to that conclusion. I'm right there with you. Also like you, I still have many issues with the pro/endo community. I believe CDDs are trauma based disorders. I post research pretty much weekly about it (check out #debunk and #research). I think endogenic plurality and CDDs are completely different things.

And you know what, my pro endo friends support me. We're all learning. I'm kind with my opinion, I'm open to talking about it, we debate, we share resources, we change our views and adjust based on new info.

This blog corrects misinformation from both sides, now. Some of it is worse than others. Antis can and do spread just as much misinformation as pro/endos.

What I would encourage you to do is start with the multiple selves theory. It actually developed right alongside Freud's theories on hysteria (which included early versions of CDDs at the time), and if Freud hadn't been such a perv, it might actually be much more well-known. It's a nonpathological theory on consciousness and philosophy. People have been describing this phenomenon for a very long time, "endogenic" is just the newest term for it. Here's a couple examples.

2015 - at any given moment in time, one or another of our subselves is in control and determines how we think and act.

1987

2012 - this one has so many links to other people talking about this theory

2023 - These results suggest that the normative principles by which agents have adapted to complex changing environments may also explain why humans have long been described as consisting of “multiple selves.”

2020

2010

Like I said, though, you can find this stuff as far back as the 50s with ease, anything older might take a bit more digging, but it's not a small or new theory.

I think an overlap in language has created a lot of confusion, but it's really not out of the realm of possibility for people to be more in tune with these parts of themselves. It's been documented for over a century outside of psychology, in other areas of research-- anthropology, philosophy.

I'm going to be honest, I don't think a single one of the headmate sale blogs are real. I think they're antis trying to start shit. Like maybe one out of every ten is actually someone misguided behind the screen.

Even CDD systems still incorrectly believe in core theory, endogenics picked it up from us and don't know any better. System resets aren't real, but there are real experiences that can FEEL like a reset-- try being patient and educating people. Ignore the others, because some people just can't be helped, and you're better off spending your time spreading good, accurate posts than arguing with people who don't want to learn anything.

I forget what I was saying.

Anyways, I'm a pro endo sysmed.

I hope you'll stick around and see what's going on.

[lgbtransgirl]

we're all big fans of warframe in here (got properly hooked with umbra's story and been hooked ever since). rhino is one of our go-to frames too ;)

what drew you to warframe? what keeps you coming back?

What drew me to Warframe was "Ooo new free game" when I was 13 and poor lol. Strap in because this is a long one

TLDR, the love and effort the Devs put into the game and how F2P friendly the game is is what kept drawing me back in.

Every time since those first few days though, I've looked at Warframe and thought "Wow, an almost completely customizable free game experience with no pay-to-win and the ability to play with your friends!"

I ended up taking a few big breaks from the game for one reason or another, I've been playing since 2014. Every time I come back to see the amount of love DE puts into the game and how much more there is to do, how much more fun the game becomes, I could go on.

A free game that offers the power fantasy of being a cool space ninja warrior thing and mowing down armies representing the exact injustices we see mirrored in the real world was something that 13 year old me really, really needed.

And it felt infinitely repeatable. I had no competitive meta to keep up with, so the "grind" wasn't a challenge or a chore. I just liked seeing how far I could go in defense and survival (my record is 3 hours on V Prime). I've spent nearly 400 just mining and fishing alone in the open worlds because something about it is just so engaging and entertaining. I loved the challenge, and I loved the progression cycle.

And the characters! Ordis is hilarious, Lotus is a broken, plural, and caring mother figure. Eudico and the rest of Fortuna, the Hex, they're all so three dimensional and the writing is master class! The lore reveals itself from a tangled web of confusion into a genuine story of loss, pain, and a big ol bag of injustices that you end up facing and conquering head on. Not alone, but with the people around you. The Lotus to guide you, Little Duck to help you commit theft, Cy to help you pilot, and Teshin to guide you through the paradox, and Entrati to confuse the hell out of you.

When I finally discovered how to get new Warframes about a year into playing I kept testing a lot of frames to see who I could go the farthest with because I kept dying. I finally settled on Rhino, the tankiest tank to ever tank. That's when I REALLY got into the game. There is a Warframe for every play style, same for weapons. I just hit +8mil damage on my Kuva Tonkor.

Eventually, around the time I started having a disposable income, I realized the real monetization model of the game. One so good that you *want* to put money into it to support the devs. So I did. I've spent probably ~$500 on the game in total. And yes, I bought the Rhino Heirloom Pack the day it came out.

I could go on, but it anyone who plays knows what I'm talking about. Anyone who doesn't, well I encourage you to give it a try. After all, it's free! What's the worst that could happen?

However, for the love of god DE can we change Rhinos passive or let us scale with Warframe mods???

[sophieinwonderland]

Now, why would you dare me to embarrass you and your pals like that?

I appreciate how you wanted my attention so bad you posted me to not one, but two subreddits.

Makes a girl feel special! 🤣

I have actually never seen Wikipedia cited as a source about endogenic plurality. Though I do see anti-endos all the time, when asked for sources, telling people to just Google things.

Anyway, here's @guardianssystem's document filled with academic papers about endogenic plurality:

I've compiled my own, but honestly, theirs is better organized than mine.

And in the interest of fairness, here are all the anti-endo papers debunking endogenic plurality:

Sorry, I forgot. Those don't exist. Oops. 🤷‍♀️

Echo chamber? LOL!

Weren't you the one spouting a bunch of lies on Tumblr, got totally debunked, posted the people who debunked you to r/systemscringe to have a hugbox where fakeclaimers could assure you how the people who contradicted you are all fakers, and then blocked everyone who disagreed with you?

Weren't you also the one who, when shown a quote from an expert in dissociative disorders who worked on the DSM-5 saying that a disorder isn't a disorder if it doesn't cause distress, argued that the people who defined what disorder are must be wrong about that definition?

You're a misinformation machine who can only find support when huddled in cringe subreddits. Don't try to talk about people in echo chambers.

Also, you know most of psychology is just... listening to people? That's how it's been as long as the field existed. DID (or MPD at the time) was a recognized disorder since long before the first brain scans were conducted on DID patients. It's saying something though when basically every single scientist who has ever researched endogenic plurality has said they believe it's a real thing, or that it could be. While absolutely zero academic papers have expressed that it's fake.

There is also an fMRI study into tulpa systems that's been in the works, but results have yet to be published.

Sure, if that's what you'd like me to call you, Crazy. 😊

Anyway, Crazy, you should know that just because you personally find something scary doesn't mean everyone will or that the thing is bad. Personal preferences are a thing.

In a study of tulpamancers though, most generally reported their lives becoming better after the practice.

78% reported improvements in their mental health, and 91% on overall life.

There are many out there who would jump at the chance to have someone there with them that knows them intimately, and to never have to be alone again.

If it's not for you, then so be it.

But it's certainly not something to be afraid of.

And maybe, for those who are willing to commit to the practice while America struggles with an epidemic of loneliness, it's something worth being open to.

This is actually pretty fair.

But that's now, and I'm looking at course of history and trends of plural acceptance.

300 years ago, any plural would be viewed as demon possessed and end up tortured or killed for their plurality.

70 years ago, all plurality was seen as a mental illness, and it was common to force plurals, as well as anyone else associated with mental illnesses, into asylums.

30 years ago, the first real plural communities were able to connect on the internet and form in small numbers.

8 years ago, the first studies into endogenic plurality started being conducted. 4 years ago, the ICD-11 acknowledged that you could have multiple distinct personality states without a disorder. 2023 marked the first, but certainly not the last, time a system used their system name as an author of an academic paper.

Recently, new plural resources have been designed and put into use. More servers than ever are using Pluralkit. And Simply Plural went from 100k users at the end of 2021 to 210k at the end of 2022.

Progress is happening far more rapidly than you realize. And you had best be ready for it.

BOO! 👻

Oh, hey, I just realized... this is literal pluralphobia!

Liberté!

Egalité!

Fraternité!

And yes, The Future is Plural! 😜

[gouthepro]

Rewatching the first few episodes of Pokemon Horizons knowing what happens later on is so great.

Seeing Liko so nervous around these people who end up becoming so important to her to the point of her deciding to stay with them instead of going home and doing a class presentation on Friede and Cap's partnership and how she admires them. And the RVTs end up caring about her so much too from Mollie having a heart to heart with her about her old profession and later hugging Liko after she finds out she's okay when she gets out of the cave, Murdock taking Liko to get ice cream as a thank you for all she's done for Dot and all of them agreeing to help her and Roy discover the secrets of Lucius.

And seeing Sprigatito being unable to use leafage and then using it for the first time against Amethio while KNOWING why Sprigatito wasn't able to use leafage before is such an amazing moment.

Seeing Quaxly run into Dot's room because it was scared of the storm was so sweet because I'm certain Dot is watching what's going on outside through her window and listening in through the calls with a rather terrified Quaxly on her lap and the other references to Dot's existence when Murdock reminds Friede there's kids (plural) on board now and asks Ludlow to look after "you know who" for him. You know while everyone was out looking for Sprigatito, she was definitely tasked with looking around online for sightings or just any places the explorers could potentially hide out in

Then seeing the flag fly off the airship knowing Roy is going to find it and that it'll inspire him so much that he's even shown with it during the Halo opening in the scene showing how much he's changed and improved as a trainer and a person since he joined the group. Also at the end of episode three we see Roy practice throwing a stone like it's a pokeball knowing he'll end up catching two Pokemon not too long after and will use those skills he's practiced to help Liko and Sprigatito out of trouble and to save Wattrel from falling into the water.

And seeing Fuecoco unable to use a fire type move when it wants to help Orla in the engine room knowing it'll learn multiple fire type moves after becoming partners with Roy.

I just love how many things tie back to the first three episodes and how much all the characters grow from when we first meet them or get a reference to them in those episodes.