#im still working on tricking myself back into writing. i think if i work on smth relatively low-pressure then itll help.

[orcelito]

Thinking. About working on a smut fic for rn to get myself back in the groove of writing. And also I kinda just wanna write some bullshit. Good bullshit. Some fucking around, so to speak. Both literally and figuratively, you could say.

Anyways I wanna make a poll. For the different vashwood smut fic ideas I had. Wanna see what people are potentially interested in.

So.

Ideas explanations under the cut!

Idea #1: sequel fic to my one posted smut fic, I Know I'm Gonna Die of This. Roughly in line with trimax, but with a lil bit of plot convenient revival. Not a huge narrative deal, mostly just an excuse to make things tragic then sweet. The catharsis. The desperation. It'd be pure joy and relief and Need as Vash goes a lil kooky with how fucked up he was after all that. Gotta get his hands on wolfwood ASAP.

Idea #2: bathroom smut fic. This has been a WIP for like a year now. I started working on it then just stopped. But maybe I could pick it up again. Vash gets a lil hurt. Wolfwood gets protective angry at him. Vash needles back and Wolfwood is like "you wanna be like that? Sure, I'll bite." So, light pain play, mostly in the pressing into bruises and being kinda rough with each other. Mostly them being stupid horny for each other and fucking in a bathroom after Wolfwood patches Vash's wounds lol

Idea #3: mirror sex fic. I'd need to look back on the whole convo that prompted this to remember all the details, but it's essentially Vash guiding Wolfwood in getting himself off as they both watch in a mirror. And then Vash getting just Stupid horny for him bc of it so he fucks him raw. Ft my weird lil tendrils plant junk idea. Oh yeah I think Wolfwood was gonna suck him off too. Just a lil bit o squirmy guys. And them both being stupid horny for each other. Of course.

Idea #4: dragon vash oviposition fic. 🎶 One of these is Not like the others 🎶 anyways yeah shapeshifter dragon vash is in heat or whatever (logic doesn't need to matter for stupid horny fics) and his friend/situationship(?)/the man he's in love with (it's Wolfwood) goes to check on him. Gets a few eggs for the effort (lol). Ft Wolfwood who's got a lil bit o dragon in him too, so his body Knows What To Do. Also ft a kind of half-transformed Vash bc he can't hold his human form completely but if he went full dragon he'd probably just crush Wolfwood. & idk what else to tell u, just some good monsterfucking fun.

Ok those are the current ideas I'm raising the possibilities for. Now Vote...... pretty please 🥺

[slushfaerie]

can you pleaseee write a small lil fic about christmas eve with Art? im still in the christmas spirit and NEED something to read, it can be nsfw or sfw i dont mind!!

thank youuoyoy

hiiiii kicking my feet rn this is the first writing ask request i’ve gotten on this blog. thank you for sending it in ily :( and late merry christmas/happy holidays to you <33

ᯓ❆⋆ the idea of art on christmas eve being a sweetie with his grandmother and you joining in on their traditions but being desperate to touch you..i couldn’t help myself..

fem!reader, stanford era. word count: 803 - sfw til below the cut 🤍

you’d met art donaldson when you were paired up together to work on a project for your general education class on greek mythology. 

the project had wrapped up, but he’d kept making up excuses to be able to see you, saying he needed more help. it was the oldest trick in the book, but art was persistent. and now you were his.

it was winter break and art had invited you to come with him to his grandmother’s for christmas. your parents were really leaning into the whole empty-nester thing - were going to be in Prague for the holiday. and no one should be alone for christmas eve, in his opinion. 

art came from a huge christmas tradition family. he cooks dinner with his grandmother and helps her decorate the tree by putting up the ornaments on the branches she can’t reach. bakes them cookies to share while they watch charlie brown christmas every in their pajamas on christmas eve every year. 

and it was like a dream come true for art, having you here, sharing in these traditions with him. he holds your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as you sit on the couch, admiring the soft glow of the christmas lights on your face, a sweet smile on your lips as you chatted with his grandmother in pajamas of your own.

she likes you, he can tell. even has art set up the futon in the spare room for you before she turns in for the evening. insisted it was way comfier than the couch.

art gives your forehead a sweet kiss goodnight before helping his grandmother to her room. 

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you’re relaxing in the floral-smelling sheets and hand-crocheted blankets on the futon in the guest room when there’s a knock on your door. 

“come..in?” you say, unable to help a snort. whoever could it be.

“don’t you know santa only comes if you go to sleep?” art’s voice rings through the room as he opens the door, a soft grin on his face as you roll your eyes at him.

“you comfortable? need anything?” art says, chewing at the skin of his fingers.

you look up at him with a smile. well, you could think of a few things. “just…grateful to spend tonight with you both. your grandmother’s so cute.” 

art just smiles as he settles down next to you. “glad you think so. she likes you.” 

he turns to face you, wrapping his arms around you. “didn’t have the heart to tell her there was no need to make up the guest bed." plays with a lock of your hair. "she can be a little...traditional.” 

there’s a beat as art tilts his head at you with crinkled eyes, his long lashes fluttering shut as he leans down to pull you into a searing kiss.

and kissing art donaldson was all-consuming. he licks into your mouth and tastes like snickerdoodles, running his hands over your body like he never wants to let you go. can even feel him smiling against your lips as his hand wanders under the hem of your shirt before peeling it upwards.

you can’t hold back your gasp as he descends on you, peppering your neck with wet kisses. art lets out a single pitying chuckle.

“shhh…”

art kisses down your sternum before capturing the bud of one of your nipples between his lips, teasing the other with his fingertips. your hands clutch at the shirt on his back before wandering the muscled planes beneath it, trying in earnest to keep quiet. he swirls his tongue around your peak, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his pants as you squirm under his attention.

art gives you a wicked look as he has to muffle your noises with one of his hands. 

“never clocked you as one for the naughty list baby..but making these kinds of sounds in my grandmother’s home?” he clicks his tongue as he descends even further, pulling down your pajama pants and panties, revealing you to him.

art descends on your pretty pussy, lavishing your clit with adoring attention in tandem with his teasing fingers in your cunt, curling just right until you’re fluttering around them, tugging on his golden curls. even then, he doesn’t let up, not even one bit.

“you realize how hard i’ve had to try to keep my hands to myself tonight? been going fucking crazy...” he whispers, voice gravely, rubbing soothing shapes on the skin of your legs as you come undone for him so prettily.

oh that poor, poor baby. 

there’s a look of exaggerated sympathy on your face as you catch your breath, smile deceptively angelic on your lips as you reach a gentle hand down to palm at his cock straining through his boxers. art lets out a shuddering exhale as you maneuver to let him rest on the futon, tugging at his waistband as you hold his gaze.

you give him a wicked look of your own.

“what was that about the naughty list?”

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[karinadele]

Bolero

im challenging myself to write this in his pov.

crack fic asf | short form

optimus x reader

set in bayverse even though i havent watched it in years | Heavy on music!! this is purely crack on music!!

Shutdown under stasis in the junkyard, he's completely unaware that theres a little human girl climbing into him as she drives him off. Pulling up into her barn, she takes a look at her new haul. He's a sweet one, though needing repairs. so she gets to it.

Squinting, you've got your feet on the side of the door, hands on what looks like a weird metal missile, trying to pry it off, the moment its out, you flop to the floor. And a loud roar blares through, before you can even blink, static, electrics sparks and gurgles come through.

He's just been woken from stasis. something shifted out of him, and he instantly starts transforming. Calling out for Sam, screaming that he'll kill them all, defensive systems kicking in and on high alert, he points a cannon at what he finds as a threat.

A human girl.

Humans are not to be trusted. It didn't matter if they were small or female. He knows better to fall for those trivial tricks again. But the little one places her hands up to her hand, telling him he's safe. That they're in her barn. He can notice she's just as startled, and he drops his arm.

He hears you roughly explain the situation, optics glued onto her as you wander about digging in boxes. Leaning against the wall of the barn, slumped on the ground. He doesn't want to trust, but has no choice.

You're fumbling in boxes, tossing away wrenches and drills, looking for something of use. Eventually you find your laser welder and soldering gun, tucking them onto your belt and telling him to lay down. You may not be a mechanic, but you know enough to get around.

He lets out a static groan as he shifts down the wall of the barn, sliding to lay on the floor. You asked about music, and he nods. Music might be something to take the edge off right now. Despite not knowing much about human music, it surely is better than thinking about pain and his comrades.

Music flows into the air.

{Here is the house / Where it all happens / Those tender moments / Under this roof}

This house huh? Under this barn definitely. He glances over at you working away on him, noticing how you're being very gentle with him. Even a kick wouldn't even hurt him, yet your delicate hands dance through his internal wires patching him up.

{As it happens / It happens here in this house}

He lets out a small grunt as he feels your hands working inside him. Knowing he's extremely vulnerable right now, and allowing a human to fiddle with his systems does not bring any comfort. The only respite is from the music coming from the speakers. The dark, yet soft melody lulling him to relax. The lyrics oddly comforting him.

{Body and soul come together / As we come closer together}

It wasn't long before he realized that you were singing along to it, still elbows deep inside him, headlight on your head, rolling your hips in your own element, working away.

{And I feel your warmth / And it feels like home}

Slowly but surely, he can feel himself being patched up. Energon is no longer leaking, and you've moved up to his shoulder. His helm right next to you, optics glancing over to your small figure as you work inside out in the wounds. Careful as you go. Picking out shrapnel and tossing them behind your back, soldering up exposed metal. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as he sees how nonchalantly you are with working on him. A giant alien robot, yet you've accepted it so fast, even offering to help.

Shuffle gracing both of you with a greeting. 'You Found Me'

{Lost and insecure / You found me / You found me / Lying on floor / Surround me / Surround me}

He closes his optics, both to manage the pain, as well as absorbing the lyrics. Vulnerable as he is, yet dangerous as he is to mankind, here you are. Surrounding him. Being something he's never experienced before. Or has, but it's been so long ago. Unconditional care.

If it wasn't you who found him, would it be different? He doesn't even know if he's safe right now, but the comfort of someone being soft and gentle to him, with the music drifting through, it was a moment he could indulge in.

{You found me~ / You found me~}

He leans his head back to you, noticing that you've finished his shoulder. Hands on your own hips, squinting at your work, analyzing it. A little chuckle escapes from his vocalizer. He wanted to reach up and give you a pat, only to realize his arm is severely damaged.

You notice it as well. Making a mental note that the arm and chassis need fixing. Saving his chestplate for last, as it probably is the most sensitive and close to his spark. Diverting your attention on his arm instead.

{Whatever happens to you / You're safe with me}

'Safe With Me' starts drifting out. He notices you humming along with it as you fiddle with his mangled arm. A hauntingly dark melody, heavy and slow. Yet the lyrics speak nothing but protection. He wondered how exactly your choice of music is so deep and dark. Is it personal taste? Past experiences?

Soldering up metal, and retying up wires, you swiftly work away on the poor arm. Making sure your movements are fluid but also steady. Years of woodworking and a degree in furniture design has taught your hands well.

{But who's going to pick you up when your body is broken?}

You pause for a moment. Ironic song. Pushing the universe's way of laughing at you away, you go back to welding Optimus up.

Your pause doesn't escape from Optimus. After all, all he can do is stare at you. He's thinking the same, albeit more optimistic. He's thankful. Utterly thankful that you picked up his body. That you're keeping him safe. A swell of emotion rises up to his spark, flaring his spark harder. Who will protect you when your body is broken?

{This is my place / No one can ever hurt me.}

No one will ever hurt her. He frowns his optic ridges as he promises to her silently.

Finishing up his arm and giving him a pat on it, you tell him you'll work on his chestplate and to bear with you about the pain. Crawling up onto him, knees spread apart as you straddle his chest digging under the glass window.

He can't see you. The headlight obscuring his vision. But he can feel you. He feels your legs split on him, your weight distributed on his chassis. It's hardly there, yet it is all he can focus on. The light weight of the human pulling in all of his sensory net to focus on it.

{With the touch of your hand / I lose who I am / If I want to}

Shuffling your arms down into him, waist bent like a cat stalking it's next prey, as you peering in to his plating. With your headlights guiding, you connecting cables and welding up gashes. Careful as you go, as you know everything here is sensitive.

{You should be higher / I'll take you higher / Don't be afraid / You just have to pray}

He wants her higher. You're already up above him working away, but Optimus wants more. He wants to place you in a place where no one can reach. Where only he can touch you.

He struggles to push these thoughts away. It's increasingly difficult as he feels your hair drape off your shoulder and onto his chestplate. A soft tingle of sensation as you wiggle around on top of him, mending his wounds. A lustful feeling as well as protectiveness battles in his spark. The very same spark you're so close to.

When you deem you have done a satisfactory job, you pull your body back up, rolling your hips back to sit up at Optimus. He's got his helm turned away from you, but that doesn't bother you. You figured he would be uncomfortable. Attempting to soothe him, you run your hand across his plating a couple times, as you slide off him back onto the ground.

Servos clutched, He curses he isn't healthy enough to just take you here and now. He can barely move, let alone do anything strenuous. The soft touches meaning to comfort him only runs more shocks down his spinal strut. He pushes down that feeling in his vocalizer as he watches you slide off, his frame running hot wherever your bum slid off.

He needs Ratchet. He may be out of critical condition, but he's in no condition to even grasp a human. And it drives him crazy. He needs to be back at full strength.

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[ofmermaidstories]

Bad day for nosy people who need to know what old fandom is 👀👀

lmao, i’m trying to talk myself out of it so that i don’t turn my current WIP list upside down on itself but. 🥹 i fear it has very powerful claws. 🦞 i’ve been mulling over like, why it ([Old Fandom]) is so attractive to me right now and i think it’s a combination of a few things!! like, one is the fact that i never originally left it by choice—real life kinda forced me away from my hobbies, and by the time i could circle back again, the fandom had died (i find it really interesting that so many modern fandoms don’t have staying power, but that’s a different discussion) and i was interested in different things. but now it’s seeing a revival and i’m remembering how much i loved it and how i never really… got closure for it, LOL, as silly as that sounds. 🥹 i never finished any of my ideas. 🥺 i went back into my old account actually, like a couple of weeks ago, and went through my fic drafts i had at the time and it—idk. i guess it just made me nostalgic. 🥹 it’s different, tonally, to what we do here in the bnha/x reader niche!! and it makes me itchy. 🥹😩 god!! so itchy. i wanna dig my fingers into it and move things around. dig it up from the garden. perform necromancy on the lover that doesn’t even know they’re dead, and blinks and finds themselves sitting in the same old kitchen with a cup of coffee in their hand. 🥹🥹🥹 i’m better equipped now—i know how to keep myself interested in long-term projects, how to finish them and, most importantly, what i like.

there’s a lot of stuff i like to write that i just don’t, here in our niche. either because it doesn’t fit in with the bnha world or just doesn’t like… suit the x reader POV. and that’s on me LOL, a better (or maybe more determined) writer could make all those things work, but part of what i like about bnha and x reader and [old fandom] is that they’re distinct—they all feel different. i wrote a lot before i got here!! i wrote so much. i wrote so much that i like, kinda burnt myself out on it LMAOO. there were tropes i liked and settings and tricks i used all the time that after a while they got boring to me. 🥹 and now after a million years of doing something different, i’ve realised—oh. i really liked all that. 🥹 i really like it, still.

idk!! idk. part of not naming the fandom is also because i haven’t decided if i wanna jump back in or not lmao. do i do it, knowing it’ll slow everything up even more? we tell ourselves all the time here in fandom circles that it’s just fanfic/fanart! you’re here to have fun! if it gets hard or boring or you wanna try something new—drop it! do it! you don’t owe anybody anything!! which is all very true yes sure. except i, me, mermie, want to finish things. i want the satisfaction of finishing the IAL series. im actually very proud of the fics, and while i know i will finish shouto’s (barring being kidnapped by pirates or aliens or death himself ig 💀), i also know im a slow writer, and that letting myself deviate off path into a completely different fandom will make me slower. 🥹 so idk. i guess ive just been ruminating on fiddly details like that LOL. also i don’t have a solid plot in mind yet (even tho i have a general gist of what i want) so that’s also probably the main leash rn LMAOOO. tbh if i get one im going in swinging, fist first, so let’s all hope that i remain idealess on that front lest the demons take me. 🥹🙏🏽

[blusidez]

may recs!

** nsfw works ahead so 18+!!!!

neon signs - @pantoneyoongi ; yoongi x reader

- eek okay so hsm is still one of my favorite movies so i automatically knew i would love this. it was so cute seeing the guys hype yoongi up and he’s trying so hard to be humble 😭 i found myself rooting for this blooming couple the entire time!! such a refreshing read

in which series - @onlyswan ; jungkook x reader

- okay so i literally recommend every single installment of the in which series like the love you can feel between these two through writing is mind blowing 🤯 and it's done so beautifully. here's some of my faves this month!!

moving in together!  - i mean c’mon... this live was so iconic and there’s something so heartwarming about learning such a minuscule task like folding your partner’s underwear lol too lazy to shower alone ;) - i thought it was so funny how he just forgot to come back and shower bc chores distracted him like i relate so bad

you suck! - @ugh-yoongi ; seokjin x reader

- this made me realize how much i love vampire fics!!? the banter at the beginning between these two was so entertaining. seeing the relationship between them blossom and how they began to blend their lives together was actually so beautiful!! i never knew i needed twitch streamer jin until now. honorable mention to the supportive bffs tae and jungkook, we love u <3

obviously - @ugh-yoongi ; jungkook x reader

- my most beloved friends to lovers trope!!!!!!! it was so entertaining to see them genuinely believe they were tricking all their friends. like y’all are standing in a glass room!!!!

me and your mama - @joonberriess ; namjoon x reader

- i loveddd the story telling in this one! seeing the journey of their relationship was so sweet and ofc spicy. you can tell there’s just a special love between them, it shows there really is no timeline for love. i just love me a good joon fic too 🫶🏾

bts and types of kisses they remind me of - @melimelon-kawai ; ot7

- i miss my ot7 😔 this was such a sweet read

may 18 - @tattookoo ; jungkook x reader

- 1999, 2002, and may 18!!!! i just love the storyline! its really cute to see one date hold so much meaning and it was awesome to see the couple grow and how life panned out for them! i do not remember life back then lol so i think it’s really cool being transported back to those times with how they talk and everything, every detail is so thoughtful!

redamancy -  @eoieopda ; namjoon x reader

- plus lacuna!! i’m also a really big sucker for ex to lovers so wow omg i think seeing the growth between the two individually then together was really beautiful and one of the best parts. the ring in the teapot really got me like UGH it was so cute and such a nice detail

a little taste -  @jeonqkooks ; jungkook x reader

- this was literal smut so why was i smiling so much??! this was just a beautiful way to show the love between the two, the competitiveness and playful banter was just chefs kiss

love ring - @personasintro ; jimin x reader

- sparked my love for boxer jimin ngl. i love when it's obvious to literally everyone except for the two in the relationship. "i just want to be loved!" got me sooo bad i'm so happy they were able to take the chance for each other 🥹

how would they react if you liked each other but weren't dating - @seokjinsonlyone ; ot7

- ok imagining joon as a rizz master got me so bad. these all were so soft and cute i loved it. it felt perfect for each of them

marshmallows and report cards - @untaemedqueen ; taehyung x reader

- again i just love seeing relationships blossom! i too would fall for dilf tae especially if he kept making me chocolate chip cookies like !??! the whole storyline was written beautifully i loved this couple sm

oui - @pixieknj ; jimin x reader

- didn't find this in may but it's one i genuinely cannot stop going back to it's soo good.

"jimin was terrified of being found out, but never afraid to ask you to- "strip."

LIKE OKAY IM GAGGED! everything was just so good and the ending was so hilarious

new girl - @jjkeverlast ; jungkook x reader

- oh my gosh i got so giddy when this popped up! new girl is a comfort show so i knew this was going to be amazing and one of my faves. even though i know the plot of new girl i was still so entertained while reading this and on the edge of my seat rooting for them lol. also jimin being schmidt inspired was PERFECTION, the character development with hobi and tae too is just so enjoyable, i found myself laughing along often! i’m glad they’re all still so relevant to the plot. def one of my favorite series, i’m excited to see how this develops!! 🥹

grad school is draining the life out of me but i wanted to try and show appreciation to some amazing writers (and organize my collection finally)!!!

[tedbird]

Hi hi!

I’m back with more TMA x MPHfPC stuff.

⚠️Spoilers for both mentioned here ⚠️

In TMA, when Jon gets the “statement” from Elias which basically tricks him into starting the eyepocalypse, he says, “I open the door” and part of the prophecy of the 7 in MPHfPC says, “to end the strife of war, seven may seal the door”.

Imagine if the prophecy was referencing the eyepocalypse and the light eaters need to eat the light so the eye can’t see, in essence, blinding it.

Another part of the prophecy of the 7 says “when the prisons are blown to dust and chaos reins…”. This could be about Elias breaking out of prison to start the eyepocalypse.

The part that says “the old ones from their sleep are torn, an age of strife will soon be born” could reference the fear entities as “the old ones” since they’re kinda outside of time.

I’m hyperfixed so hard on both. This might be my new project! If you want to co-write a fanfic of sorts, u would be so happy! Or we could both write one and read each other’s work. Or smth else.

Also, if I missed any of the direct quotes, it because I wrote this from memory.

hello!!

honestly, that au sounds awesome. and it would make sense if noor was to defeat the eyepocalypse. jon was an eye avatar and he just took over instead of being able to stop the fears in his universe, but a dark avatar might have different responses and capabilities. and you’re so right about the prophecy referencing the eyepocalypse. the parallels between the mphfpc prophecy and tma sound interesting

i’m absolutely biased but the two settings would probably mesh really well. avatars and peculiarities could tie in nicely, it’s noted in-text that a lot of common folk are terrified when they see peculiarities in action. if they were separate things, it could still be counted on that the general public would see a peculiar and think ‘supernatural’ and go to the institute. either way, wights would probably end up entwined with the fears, trying to grab for power. caul would absolutely try to start a fear-driven apocalypse if he thought he could be all-powerful in it, it was like his entire goal in the books.

now im just stuck running through different concepts lmao. frankie’s house would be a terrifying web domain, it’s basically textbook, and the kids going through the trenches in tdoda kinda reminds me of that one slaughter domain early on in the last season. abe/the hollow hunters and trevor + montague sort of line up in my head, if the worlds crossed over i could see them taking on similar roles of hunting the monsters. in the eyepocalypse, loops could act sort of like salesa’s safe house, maybe because they exist in a time before the eyepocalypse started, or they could be ravaged by the fears too.

it would be so cool if you make this a project!! what you wrote earlier about the kids and the fears they lined up with was interesting, and your idea about the prophecy lining up with the eyepocalypse is captivating and could make for a good story. i am rapidly running out of free time because i have my final exams in may and revision is going to dominate my schedule, so i probably won’t write anything myself lest my grades to tank, but this idea is so awesome it’s going to rotate in my head until summer and i’m probably going to post about it a bit.

sorry for the wall of text lol, hope you have a great day ^^

[vllergy]

emerges from the ether for 5 seconds before vanishing again--i don't post here often i go through phases, the moon has phases i have phases whatever but i've been playing a lot of b@lders g@ate and while i don't think i'll ever feel comfortable writing canon character content (maybe h@lsin??? g@le??? who knows) this one NPC interaction had me by the throat. feat: tw: canon courtesan/sex worker NPC, kink!reader, second person narration since the game is like that, hunky sneezy drow man, honestly a lot of build up for little payoff im sorry idk what happened. i also don't know the word count im useless (dialog is in-game dialogue up until the lil time skip to his room, then it's all me baybbyeee)

The drow is one of the most handsome you’ve ever seen. Not that you expected him to be ugly, of course. The fabled drow twins of Sharress’ Caress are known far and wide for their talents as well as their beauty. Its just, seeing them in person is quite different from sustaining on mere rumor alone. Sorn Orlith, as he introduces himself, is rather muscular for a drow. He stands nearly a good head taller than you with a broad, brazenly defined chest. His outfit is nothing more than a metal cage topped over his heavy shoulders and flared out down his sternum like witch’s fingers, pointing towards an abdomen taut with muscle.

His long skirt rides around his hips but you can still see the shadow of indents against bluish-gray skin there, as if they are inviting you to take a closer look. They likely are. Nothing about his appearance is not meticulously crafted to draw you in. From the slight sheen on his lips that are plush and naturally the color of ripe blueberries, to the way his wintry hair is falls effortlessly back from his face in perfect waves. He is a vision, and yet his eyes are not cold and imperious like you might expect. They’re warm. Inviting. Somehow kind, despite what kind of debauchery goes on in a place like this. 

You ask him how he ended up here in the first place. Apparently, the Underdark isn’t kind to male courtesans. Also, he was bored.

“The entirety of drow culture is obsessed with bondage beyond reason. While such activities have their charms, I yearned to reach greater depths.” He gives a dazzling smile. “And there is no society on this planet more laterally, imaginatively and confusingly depraved as that of Baldur’s Gate. Although of late, I do feel I’ve seen everything. Perhaps you’ll show me something new?”

Your throat goes dry. 

“I’m…glad you’re happy here,” you manage out. 

Sorn laughs, but not unkindly “I’d have to restrain myself far more than any play-bindings do if I worked in another field. This is a place where I can be myself boundlessly.” 

His arms widen, emphasizing the violet taut flesh of muscle in his shoulders and biceps. You do your best not to stare.

“There are so many who come to me speaking of a fixation that no one else has ever been able to share with them…” he leans close, “And never will again. 

He smells of bergamot and brandy. It’s intoxicating. “A once in a lifetime moment of passion. Every day. What could be better? Don’t you want to try it?”

You do. And he can tell. His grin widens, almost wolfish. 

“Trust me, you don’t want to miss my signature Menzoberranzan Love Trick.”

—

With the door to Sorn’s private room shut, you feel a sense of calm overwhelm you. The room is beautiful—long enough to be someone’s home, crystals and plants glowing in every corner, a bed surrounded by flowers, shadows in all the right places. It looks like it was plucked free from the most beautiful parts of the Underdark and brought here to Wyrms Crossing. It feels comforting. Safe. 

“Now, are you going to tell me about this little secret of yours? Or would you prefer to keep me in the dark?”

Sorn’s voice startles you and he slips a hand around your waist, nosing at your neck as he comes from behind you. He releases you at the reaction, but doesn’t make a show of it. He’s masterful at what he does. Reading his partner, gauging their comfort level, adjusting and maneuvering as necessary. Your blushing cheeks must give you away because he gives you an encouraging smile instead and reaches for your wrists.

“Come, let us sit first. I find it’s easier to talk like that.”

He leads you to the foot of the bed. The sheets are luxurious, obsidian satin, and the mattress sinks with your weight. He sits close, angling his body towards you, but not so close as to crowd you. Your knees touch. You can see his breath flexing the hardened muscles of his torso and chest as he lingers there, expectant but not impatient. His hands cover yours in your own lap.

“It’s perfectly all right to be nervous,” Sorn continues, “But I assure you, your secret is safe with me. And not only that, it is *treasured*. I meant what I said earlier. There is very little that surprises me these days. Should you present me with something unexpected, I will be noting more than delighted.” 

You avoid his eyes, despite how gentle they are. You’ve never said this in front of anyone. But he’s right. Odds are, there are multiple someones in Baldurs Gate who have stranger interests than you. Sorn has likely indulged them all and without complaint. As he said downstairs, he rather enjoys this aspect of his work. Still, your tongue is in knots as you work up the nerve to say it. Your eyes travel up from his chin to his perfectly shaped mouth, the cupids bow of his lips and then finally the long, aquiline shape of his nose. It’s a fine nose. Prominent on his face and somehow as elegant as the rest of him, it captivates your attention for a moment. 

When you realize you’ve been staring for a moment too long, the confession rushes out of you in a breath, “Sneezing.”

Your face feels like it might explode from the heat. Sorn blinks. You expect him to laugh, or tell you to leave the room, or some other horrible outcome but instead he merely tilts his head. His hands give yours an assuring squeeze.

“And what about it do you like, my love?”

You lean over with a groan. You truly cannot believe you’re having this conversation—but his warm chuckle sends something fluttering in your chest and you gather the courage to straighten back up again and look him in the eye.

“I’m…not quite sure, I just know I enjoy it,” you say carefully, “And when my partners do it.”

“Mmm,” he says, contemplating, “So you’d like it if I sneezed for you then?”

Your lips purse, holding the answer hostage in your throat. You nod helplessly instead. He laughs again and releases one of his hands to brush a knuckle along your cheek.

“Look how red you are, it’s positively darling. Was that all, little bird? That was what you were so afraid to tell me?”

You nod again, nearly in tears. It’s off your chest now and it feels incredible, but it’s also freeing in a way that makes you feel raw and exposed. He’s being so kind about it that you’re not quite sure how to react. Emotions clash together, warring for dominance inside the confines of your skull. 

Sorn seems to understand immediately. His hand skirts below your jaw and tips your chin up as he leans forward and captures your lips with his own. It’s a simple, nearly chaste kiss. So featherlight and innocent that it feels like the sun peeking through the clouds. “Shh, shhh,” he soothes as he pulls away, “I think it’s wonderful. I will say it’s the first time I’ve encountered it, but I think it’s quite endearing.” He pulls away a little further, leaving you breathless. His white smile gleams. “And what an exciting challenge besides!” 

He releases you fully and stands from the bed, his hands on his hips. He looks about the room, brow furrowed in concentration. You’re still a little dazed from the kiss, wondering how he manages to taste like brandy and sweetwine and smell as good as he does while also trying to get your brain to stop swimming. You blink a few times to get your bearings as Sorn stalks to one of his shelves.

“Now, the only trouble is—“ he starts as he rifles through a few things, “There isn’t much that makes me sneeze, I’m afraid.”

Your stomach wilts a bit. Perhaps it was too much to hope that this strapping drow would have a terrible allergy to lavender. Though, to be fair, he hardly looks like the type to be beset by anything so pedestrian. Sorn is so maddeningly put together. From his perfect hair, meticulous ensemble and finely crafted expressions, he is clearly a man that keeps up appearances. Decorum is important to him. Should he ever be laid low by an allergy, you imagine he would fight it with the all the dignity and stoicism he so proudly displayed. 

Still—you didn’t work up all this nerve just to get here and *not* have anticipated something like this happening. Shyly, you let your fingers linger over the vial in your pocket. 

“I…may have something that will help,” you say.

Sorn turns from the shelf with what looks like a raven feather in his hand, his eyes bright. He looks positively delighted at the news.

“Oh I love when my clients come prepared,” he says, “You are a dream.”

“We could try that first, though,” you say, gesturing to the feather. There’s definitely something to that idea and it’s already stirring a feeling in your belly that has you shifting on the bed and your heart rising. There’s no possible way Sorn can know this, but somehow you sense he does, because his eyes sharpen their focus on you and his grin goes syrupy. 

“Lovely,” he comments and returns to your side. As he sinks back into the mattress, he gestures a hand. “Is here all right? Or would you like to do it somewhere else?”

“Here is fine,” you choke out. The idea that this is happening, really happening, is making your brain turn to lightning. You can hardly wait. 

He holds out the feather to you, “I assume you’d like to do the honors?”

You nod. The feather has little weight to it, and it’s gorgeous up close. The black shimmers with hues of purples and blues in the low light, glimmering in the reflection of your eyes. You run your eyes along the length of it and then find yourself starting at Sorn again, heart in  your throat.

“Is it… all right if I touch you?” you ask. You lean forward, hand with the feather outstretched, but think you may need to position yourself a little closer and brace yourself on his shoulder to get a good angle.

“Darling,” he laughs. He suddenly seizes your wrist and brings you closer, lowering his voice near your ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

You gulp as he slides back, demure and innocent as if he hadn’t just made goosebumps appear along your arms and thighs with his words alone. A nervous smile paints your lips and you do finally take his shoulder in your hand. You’re kneeling almost into his lap at this point and to support you, he draws an arm around your back. It’s so intimate you’re almost dizzy with the closeness alone, and you haven’t even gotten to—

The feather brushes at the corner of his mouth and his mouth twitches in a smile. Even just that response alone makes your heart race. From there, you slowly move it up to the indent above his mouth, and then his septum. He wrinkles his nose, skin avoiding the stimulation on instinct before he wrests his control back. He smiles but says nothing, allowing you to continue. 

You draw the tip of the feather around one nostril. It quivers in response, but otherwise, Sorn’s eyes remained focused on you. You test a bit farther, drawing slow, soft circles. There isn’t anything for a few seconds, and then he starts to blink, irritated tears prickling in his eyes. He sniffs a few times and then has to cough, politely turning his head away on instinct as he does so. “Apologies,” he says and then grins, “What a strange sensation.”

“Are you all right?” you ask. 

“Very much so,” he nods, “Please, continue.”

You do, but to mixed results. You’re certainly irritating his nasal passages, but sadly not enough to make him sneeze. After a few minutes of attempting, all you’ve really done is making him cough and cry irritated tears. Disappointed, you’re about to give up when he takes your wrist again, holding the feather inside his nose.

“W-wait,” he says, “I had it for but a moment.”

Your heart stutters. Carefully, you twist the feather as you had been a moment earlier. His eyelashes, pale as new fallen snow, sweep his cheeks and a breath catches on the roof of his mouth. The hand that was around your wrist falls slack, fingers drifting down towards your elbow.

“Yes, I feel it,” he whispers. 

His grip around your back tightens and he draws in another breath. His eyebrows crumple and hoist upwards and his nose practically twitches. 

“Hh—hiiyh—“ 

As his expression snaps, you pull the feather away just in time. His head wrenches away as the sneeze whisks through him. 

“Hi-ISSHh!” 

It’s a spartan, nearly soft sound. Wet, given the amount of torture his nose has been put through for the last few unproductive minutes, but otherwise without frills or embellishments. It’s a very honest sneeze you think, but perhaps one he was not entirely prepared for. By his clenched teeth you think he might have held back at the last moment out of some sense of propriety. The way he lightly touches the backs of his knuckles to the underside of his nose in the aftermath and gives a delicate sniff further enforces your theory. 

Still, it was a sight. 

“Blessings,” you say, enraptured. 

Sorn recovers quickly and smiles at you. 

“Did you—snf—enjoy that? I am sorry it took so long.”

Your red cheeks are enough of a glowing recommendation, but you nod anyway. Feeling a little braver, and a little desperate for him now that you’ve seen him lose control the once, your hand slips down against his abdomen. The warm skin there flexes against your palm as he breathes in. He hums a soft noise of approval and clasps his hand over yours before leaning in to kiss you. There’s just the briefest moisture in the kiss, only you would ever notice it, and it sets your brain on fire. 

“Perhaps we should try your method instead,” he suggests when he pulls away for a breath, kissing a line across your jaw and to your throat next, “It might be more…productive.” 

You feel dizzy. His hand skirts along your thigh and meets the joint of your hip, squeezing with enough pressure to make you moan. 

“If you’re sure,” you say, “It can be…strong.” It’s only fair to warn him, after all. Everyone reacts differently, but you’ve never not seen it work on someone.

“All the better,” he hums against the hollow of your throat, nipping softly at the skin, “I simply won’t have you leaving here disappointed.”

You shift upwards to get access to your pocket. Sorn discards the sodden feather and watches with curious, eager eyes. When you reveal the tiny glass vial, he smirks. 

“I see,” is all he says before nodding his head toward the collection of pillows at the head of the bed, “Let’s get more comfortable first, shall we?”

Moments later, you’re lying side by side, both propped up by pillows and surrounded by the soft glowing plants and crystals that make a canopy of the bed. Sorn holds himself up on an elbow and examines the vial that looks comically small in his much larger fingers. You lay your cheek against one of the pillows and stare up at him, still feeling your heartbeat pound in your ears. You’d thought this would have gotten easier after seeing it happen once, but the idea of seeing it happen again is almost worst. Now that you know the sound, know how his lip curls a little, how his eyes flutter—all you want to do is see it more, see him unravel.

“So, just a pinch of this?” Sorn asks. He seems more curious than anything. Like he doesn’t quite totally believe that whatever is in there is actually going to be able to make him sneeze.

“Mhmhm,” you say. 

He grins and sets to work. A hefty pinch between his thumb and forefinger is gathered and then quickly—and in a rather sophisticated manner—snorted up one nostril. It doesn’t seem to cause him any harm like you worried it might, and he merely clears his throat once it’s over and brushes his hands off. 

“Oh, it’s lovely,” he comments, “Almost medicinal.” 

You can’t answer him because you can’t breathe. You’re waiting for something. Anything. A flicker of his expression, a quiver of his nose, something to indicate that the powder is set to work. But nothing happens. Sorn merely looks back at you questioningly. 

“When does it start to take effect?” he asks.

“Usually right away.”

He frowns, “Oh. Perhaps I should take more?”

You saw the amount he took. It was already sizable. Any more and you’d be concerned for him. You quickly shake your head, “No, I wouldn’t. Maybe it’s just…slow to start.”

Sorn huffs, his disappointment mirroring your own. He sets the vial aside and turns back to you, pulling you flush against his body. That’s still nice, sneezing or no. Every hard angle of him presses against you and the heat of his skin makes you shudder. He kisses you deeply and you can still smell the slightly earthy scent of the powder on him as you return it. 

“I’m terribly sorry,” he murmurs close to your mouth, “I’ve done nothing but disappoint you tonight.”

You blink up at him, “That’s not true!” 

He sighs and tucks a bit of your hair behind your ear. “It is, but I promise you, I will make it up to you. We still have plenty of time, and there are other things we can do, besides.”

Sorn dips an arm under you and pulls you flat against the bed, hovering over you. He grins down at you and starts to remove your top. 

“Is this alright?” he asks softly.

You nod, nearly choking on your want for him. Everywhere he uncovers bare skin, he lavishes in kisses until you’re bare from the waist up and the two of you are flesh against flesh. His skin sears yours with warmth. He trails fingers down your sternum and then down to your bellybutton, then lower. 

“You are a delightful little thing,” he says. His voice is velvet, and his warm breath paints down your ribs as he follows the path of his hand. 

You feel the gasp as much as you hear it. It’s a sudden, reckless thing—so quick that neither of you are prepared for it. Sorn’s expression flinches for just a moment and he barely has time to turn his head to the side before a sneeze completely overtakes him—misting your side in the process. “hh-EDSHHH’iuh!” 

You’re stunned. Sorn looks like he might be too, if not for the telltale signs of another impending sneeze close behind the first. He shifts and places a hand on your hip as he sits up a little. You watch as his upper lip curls over bright teeth and his nostrils flare once before he wrenches away from you successfully this time. “hhHH’RRSCCH!” This one is stronger than the last, more voice to it. It shakes him and you by extension on the mattress.

“Bless you,” you say, but he shakes his head. His hand squeezes your hip gently as if to say ‘not yet’. “Hih-ih!”

His fist goes to his mouth before you can stop it, and he squelches the last sneeze into submission. His eyes cinch shut and he bends at the waist, shoulders trembling as the colossal sound is contained to nothing more than a whisper. “hHh-nGXST!” 

He opens his eyes, though somewhat warily. As if he’s not sure the tickle is quite gone yet. He gives a cagey sniffle and blots his knuckle under his nostrils, “Goodness.” Then, he turns to you and finds your gaze positively enraptured. He smiles. 

“I suppose it does work ah-after all!” He rubs at the tip of his nose for a moment and then flutters his eyes, “I do hope you’re ready for more because it seh—seems…” 

Your hand goes to his chest. You feel the swell of his breath deepen, the warm feeling of his skin moving under your fingers. Sorn seems to get the idea because his palm reaches up to cover yours. His fingers wrap around your palm as his breath continues to snag. You catch his eyes just for a moment before they slide back. 

“hHH’RRSCh’euh!” He trembles under your touch with the force of it. He lifts his head just barely, eyebrows canted desperately, and then pitches downwards again, spraying your arm with abandon. “hh’AEEShhh’ah!” 

“Such a tickle,” he says breathily as he recovers. He gives a wet sniffle and smiles at you, but it’s hazy, the look in his eyes already distracted by the mounting itch. But he doesn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, he’s enjoying the newness of the sensation. The break from monotony. 

His nostrils flare and he releases his hand to rub his knuckle against his septum once more. 

You feel a little bold for asking, “Are you all right?”

He nods, smiling. He tries to hold your eyes but the tickle steals his concentration once more. 

“Quite!Just—hh…sn’tsCHh’eeze-hhHH! H’RRSHC’hu!” 

You reach your other hand up to stroke through his hair and turn him a little more towards you as he prepares for another. He resists at first out of instinct alone, but adjusts in the moment it takes for the sneeze to have its way with him. As his breath snaps, he ducks his head in the space between you and releases it into your lap. “hh”hRRRASsh’chu!” 

“Bless you,” you say, smoothing back his hair. You crawl into his lap and he welcomes you without hesitation, securing your thighs around his hips even as his head tilts back for two more with barely a breath in between. He ducks them between the two of you but there isn’t much space. His hands clench against your thighs with each outburst. “hh-eHH’SCCHE’uh! h’RRSH’ue!” 

Blearily, he looks up. He’s dazed. Sniffly. His cheeks are indigo and the area around his nostrils is too. You kiss him, because he just looks so stupidly *kissable* and he murmurs a laugh against your mouth. 

“It is quite comforting thatyou find me attractive in such a state,” he sniffs once you pull away. 

“Very attractive,” you remind him.

He smiles, and continues smiling even as his expression flickers again. “Ah, one-hh more perhaps,” he says.  He raises a hand in front of his face and a rather tired sounding sneeze ripples through him. “hH’EDShh!”

“Bless you.”

“I don’t thhhink I’ve ever snhheezed so much in my life-hh!” He leans his forehead onto your shoulder and does away with using his hand to cover, opting to simply hold onto your hips and let the sensation take him. “hh’UEHDSHH’iu!” You stroke his bare back and feel his ribs expand beneath your fingers before tightening twice in quick succession. “hh’NGXT! nG’ssT!” 

He clears his throat after and lifts his head back up, adjusting you on his lap. “Ah, I should have asked, do you prefer if I hold them in or let them out? Often I don’t know which it will be until it happens but… perhaps I could try…try to—”

His eyes roll and he turns his head, giving you a clear view of his twitching profile. “If I could juhhst get through a sehh’ESsch!—sentence!” 

“I don’t mind either way, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself if you hold them in,” you say to try and spare him. 

“Oh, darling, it takes much more than that to hurt me,” he wriggles his nose handsomely and turns back to you with a devilish grin. His eyebrows raise. “And lo! A full sentence! The effects must be wearing off.” He sniffs experimentally and for the first time, his eyes don’t get hazy in the aftermath. 

You feel disappointment sink your heart like a stone. It was bound to wear off eventually. But before you can even lament the course of events, he pats your thigh and shifts you off his lap. 

“Come, where’s the vial?” 

You blink. Surely he doesn’t want to do more of that?

He seems to know exactly what you’re thinking because he taps the bottom of your chin and winks.

“Oh, we’re far from finished, love. Ready for round two?”

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Hello! Firstly I wanted to say that I'm an old fan since your overwatch days and I've always admired how much depth you're giving all the characters and relationships you touch! I'm talking like, mariana trench DEPTHS. And how confident you seem about just doing the things you enjoy and exploring the themes you want? I really respect that.

I'm having a bit of an art crisis recently and I was wondering If you could offer some advice?

I'm thinking about self-indulgence in art, particularly fanart. I like to dive in deep to expand on characters, I find it as enjoyable as creating my own work. But I fear of people getting angry at me for latching onto these characters, thay they'll say the original work wasn't THAT deep, or that I'm completely wrong or cringe or whatever. And I don't care about being right or anything, I just want to have fun here and tell my little stories? :( The fear is making me keep the work to myself and I don't know what to do. Would it be better to just enjoy it on my own?

Your blog really is goals when it comes to that, so I'll respect your opinion a lot. Thank you for your time!

holy moly thank you so much for your sincerity first of all!! Second, this is making me misty eyed ngl!! I have alot to say about this so i shall put it under a read more bc im gonna ramble

If someone cares about you fixating on your fave characters, then they're usually the fucking weirdos in this situation if they dont just block you and move on. I LOVE making shit up about my faves like i have a modern au hc that kakashi and gai are ddr competition rivals and i gave yeehan 7 dogs just for funsies!! we were in the trenches in early overwatch making up our own lore bc there was none and it was so fun

I've always been like that now that i look back bc when i first started uploading my shitty ms paint fanart on deviant art in like 2006(naruto funnily enough we've come full circle) i was still drawing cringey shit /I/ wanted to see. I don't agree with almost all of it today, but i remember the fun i had while making it, and that's really the trick. Drawing what you personally want to see then people can come and go audience wise. If they like it, they like it, if they dont? oh well! There's people who still follow me from when i was 14 and i follow them even tho we're in completely different spaces now.

The fanart part i vibe with personally bc im really bad at coming up with totally original work and premises. i much prefer having pre-established rules and worlds to work with (plus the characters i love getting massacred in the writing i HAVE to save them)

Just existing online will garner you mean comments or asks, and my best advice is its not worth it to take the bait even if its absolutely absurd and wrong, i just block and go now, and im much happier :) this all being, of course, as long as what you're doing isnt harmful, bc even with good intentions, you'll mess up/blunder eventually. If the heat gets too much for you, no one will judge you for withdrawing your art from social media. thats a perfectly safe thing to do to keep it for yourself.

As an adult, shits not that serious im 28 drawing naruto fanart bc it makes me happy after a long day of work, so have fun!! art's supposed to be fun don't let the fear win i love sharing my art with strangers on the internet!! Hope this made any sense at all and I wish you the best, my friend!!! If you ever wanna dm me, feel free

[inconsideratekidney]

10/9/24

hey guys,

something's wrong with my computer. it can barely run all my chrome tabs anymore like it used to. it still functions i suppose, but its very slow and doesn't charge with this one charger i have--my backup charger. i bring this one around so i don't have to bring my big one. the big one that is like my only dependable charger apparently. this backup charger works on my phone and my tablet, but my laptop just won't accept it as a charger for whatever reason. it's super cool and lights up when it's plugged into a power source. it's got 3 different offshoots for usb-c, lightning cable, and something else idk what it's called but it's like an hdmi-shaped version of the lightning cable sized one. anyway, who cares about all that. my laptop has not turned on while the cable is plugged in and it pisses me off so much. i wish my laptop would finally explode like it wants to so i can get a new one.

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im not really sure what kind of audience is actually reading my blogs. i know most don't keep up, cuz its a blog and no one wants to read about someones personal life go on and on, but it is very therapeutic for me. i honestly dgaf who reads it or doesn't. just that i have a place to put my thoughts. i would love feedback or any kind of response literally, like idc what, i like to have conversations with ppl so if u want to go ahead. ill try to stop asking, but i feel like ppl don't feel right doing it or are straight up just not reading any of this. who knows. womp womp.

speaking of which, the things i write about are the kinds of topics i want to talk about with ppl, but are the ones that ppl dont stay on for too long. what i mean to say is that i can bring something up and not have the time to say it all, or the interest of the other person to listen; wait; then let me finish my thoughts, and then actually want a response from them. i often find myself wanting someone to just listen to me go on and on, and most ppl can't stand that or can't stay on the same topic i want to talk about. if i ever do find myself with someone who will let me talk, i'm so conditioned to change the subject for fear that i'm bothering them and sub-consciously/consciously change the subject so i don't lose ppl in conversation.

i had no idea how to recruit "fans" or whatever lol. i had no idea who really wanted to read these blogs. i just find them fun--i'd like to think i'm funny sometimes and that people enjoy what i have to say, so that they can read into what i'm thinking about on their own time. i don't have to bother people with my existence in a conversation back and forth if they don't want to. if you can't stand my writing u can just click away. it's not a big deal. my whole thing is that if you really did want to respond, i'd be down to have a chat with you. i feel satisfied after getting this all out that i can decide to respond or not once i'm done because i've already gotten my thoughts out without being interrupted. you don't watch me type or see my edits, you only see the final product and that puts me at ease a bit. when i speak out loud, i typically say everything i'm thinking or not enough. often i say the wrong thing and people are quick to jump in and ask for clarification or even correct me. i'm not finished. many ppl aren't patient anymore and it's frustrating when my brain doesn't function the way most peoples brains do.

i think of something, then i think "why the hell did that pop into my head? what on earth is this related to?" trick question--its never related to anything most times. my brain just picks up on slight things in my environment and misconstrues them as something relevant to some memory and brings one up, or comes up with something new. i'd assume most people think like that. i just don't know how to explain that to ppl in conversation when were talking about one thing, or we're not talking at all and i just bring something up. that's when it makes sense to me. typically i think of everything at once so it's all relevant to me.

i like this shark. going in circles endlessly in one small space. he knows he can't go anywhere, but maybe he likes it. it's safe, reliable, and cushiony. i put the shark here for our entertainment, but i wont release him (cuz i will forget) but he shall remain happy or maybe he's hitting his head against the walls, thinking "when will she stop yapping" idk.

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im sweating like a madwoman. make it stoppppp. i was trying to experiment by not wearing deodorant/antiperspirant to see if it was all in my head and it is not. it's quite real and i hate it. i hate sweating so much. i don't sweat in my hands or back. just my armpits and private bits (it's really just my thighs lol). i wanna lose weight tbh. i hate my thighs rubbing together, it hurts when i'm wearing shorts and they just slide up and chafe. ugh i get so uncomfortable thinking about it. also my body just gets hot. it's just so annoying. i feel like this hyperhydrosis condition really spiked when i entered college. that's when i really noticed it first a least. my mom has it and i've been trying all different deodorants and antiperspirants with her, but i still sweat regardless. i think she said some work for her for a bit, but then don't again. i think lumē worked for her but just smells weird. who knows. maybe i'll try mens deodorant or antiperspirant. i don't want to throw out my current one cuz yk, money, but it ain't working...

idkkkkk.

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in the time i've written this, the charger still isn't working and even when i hold down the power button there's no response from my conputer to even tell me it's dead. i'm concerned but still couldn't care less. its not fanning bc i let it stop before it turned off. i think it just died and this charger isn't working. i sure hope it works when i get home tho. fuck this shit.

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this body positivity movement related to hair on women is progressing more i think. i haven't researched it or anything, but i notice more ppl than i did before who seem female presenting or have feminine features to have body hair and i love to see it. it's still very scarce, but this is only one place in the world. ofc my hometown there's like no one and my mother makes fun of me all the damn time, so i never forget it. i just wish it didn't look so bad. like i don't care about it cosmetically in the sense that women shouldn't have it cuz it looks bad or cuz its not feminine, but i just don't think it ever matches my outfits. it pisses me off kinda. i don't feel like i give off hairy vibes. maybe i do. those aren't the vibes i wanna put out there. but see in that mindset, i'm stereotyping myself and still have the same schema. "what they're wearing is weird that doesn't match what i assume their style is!" type shit. i don't enjoy this mindset and it comes along with other stereotypical, generalizing mindsets i still have from growing up and am still trying to eradicate, but dang its hard.

i also study peoples behavior and people watch to learn and copy whats socially acceptable. so believe me when i say, it's fucking hard having hairy legs when it's still not common everywhere i go. it's kind of a fucking nightmare sometimes. and i know i sound like "oh, woe is me!" and sometimes i do feel like that, but its because i don't see enough representation--thats another reason why i do it. my real reason is that i don't care to keep up with shaving and i don't want to do it bc i feel like i have to. i don't feel like i want to, so i just don't. if one day i wake up and feel like shaving, then damnit i will. but i don't need anyone's approval or advice on it. i'm angry bc of what my mother says to me, so this is mainly directed towards the comments she's made, and my father, hell, both of em. i'm not taking this outta thin air. there are ppl attacking me, it's my family...

that's the funny thing. i haven't gotten any backlash from a single other person. funny... if they keep it to themselves, wonderful! i honestly don't care what they think, but do care that they are being considerate.

anyshways, thats why i don't love socks that pull on the hair and why i feel awkward in tank tops and short shirts cuz i still haven't gotten over the socially different part yet. this is revolutionizing for me even if it isn't for anyone else.

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if you actually read everything so far, you're cool, but if you're at the end and readin this, you're still cool but u just don't know what i said. i'll sum it up for you-

tdlr (i hate myself):

- computer bout to shit itself

- i have social anxiety and am a clinical yapper

- computer still boutta die

- ahh scary! hair on woman!!

youre here now.

yipee!!

i'll try to post Tuesdays through Thursdays i have decided. try to check then if u can....

love yall,

kD :p

[nixie-writes]

Hey hi hello! I'm curious if you'd be willing to write headcannons for a transmasc reader with alastor during the readers period, and how alastor might comfort them during it?

[Personally, my own periods really fuck with me, it really is a slap in the face to how I feel about myself, one minute it's "FUCK YEAH IM A TRANS MAN" to, "I still have periods." Ahahhhhh]

Make sure to take breaks, get some rest, eat some food and drink some water! Writing is hard, in general.

Hi!! I really relate to this so I hope I did it justice!

-Al is so used to calling you by your preferred name and seeing you as a guy that when you get your period he's shocked at first, wondering why you're bleeding. Then he remembers you haven't fully transitioned yet and calms down.

-he's surprisingly understanding of your menstrual pains and the pains of being transmasc on your period. He assures you that your cycle doesn't make you less than a man. You bleed for a week straight and keep going like nothing's wrong, what's more manly than that?

-he's the kind of guy to ask what size tampon/pad you wear, then come back with a four month's supply of it. He would be discreet about it, probably asking Rosie to buy it with his money and bring it to him so he isn't seen buying feminine products. It's not that he's embarrassed about it, it's that he doesn't want Vox knowing he's buying you feminine products.

-assuming you use tampons he would be confused as to how they work. You insert the plastic, then push dry cotton inside yourself. Doesn't that hurt? You'll have to explain a few things to him. One, they don't take your virginity. Two, they don't hurt if you insert them right. Three, yes they absorb blood like cotton should. Four, sizes depend on the heaviness of your flow. There's a lot that goes into tampons and if you use them, he would be fascinated to know about them and how you use them.

-if you use pads he would think they stick to your genitals and you can hold your blood in. You'd be in public with him and be like "hey Al I gotta change my pad" and he would reply dead ass with "just hold it in". You have to explain that you can't hold in the blood and you need to change your pad immediately or there will be a trail of blood leading to you.

-as for comfort, Alastor would try different things. He'd get you some expensive chocolate to nibble on with a side of nausea pills and aspirin, he'd get you whatever food you were craving. Even if it was fast food, which he found revolting.

-he would also let you lay on his lap. He's naturally very warm so he's like a heated blanket that pats your head. He'll let you lay across his lap with your lower stomach pressed against his legs for heat. He would also lay a hand on your tailbone to ease soreness there too.

-he would go to Charlie and Vaggie and ask them about how to help you. He isn't a fan of asking others for help but he doesn't know how best to help you. Charlie would suggest romantic movies and cuddles and Vaggie would suggest pain killers and food in bed. Charlie has tampons and pads of different sizes (she was planning to use them for hotel guests) and she would give them to Alastor so you could find the size and type that works best for you. He's surprised to learn that some pads have wings.

-overall he would do his best to help, going to the women of the hotel for advice and help. He would try all different tricks and ideas to help. He doesn't fully understand menstrual cycles, seeing as he was raised in an era where it was taboo to discuss it, but he's doing his best because he loves you and doesn't want to see you suffer, emotionally or physically.

[tanejineri]

HEADS UP!!!

This drawing contains mild gore and limb dislocation on a victim of a fall accident. It is not intended for children or those who are queasy about that sort of thing. There's a dove inside, don't eat it!

Now that those who don't wish to consume this are gone, ahem.

If you wish to make this experience better (or worse for yourself), have some background music! This is what I listened to as I drew all this. If I lose my reputation or people unfollow me IDC this shit was fun even if I myself wanted to throw up.

Anyway, good luck in there soldier.

"The General is Dead"

or is he? [cue moon men by jake chudnow]

did you know im ambitious? im sure you guys could tell by this point im a man with high ego big plans that never get done. welcome to big plan i will never get done number 20 million, a mixed media ao3 creative writing fanfiction that'd probably kill a small animal if it were to try and break it down using its brain

this is just a snippet of a scene i want to have executed possibly. switches from a chaotic writing style to this very solid moment to let you just like. sit in silence and stillness for just a mere moment before it devolves back into the oddities that is this childs mind

obviously if you played the game this scene is for the aftermath of the thunder tower incident, where his ass slipped on a banana peel. the events in this story play out a bit differently, so things arent exactly as you would expect. this is a major turning point in the narrative for cl

in general i dont think people fully process how horrible a fall accident really is, and i wanted to encapsulate that in this drawing. the trauma behind witnessing it, the way the blood slowly pools out of the skull, i wanted to really encapsulate the trauma behind it by mixing a sort of realistic style with the planned generic style of the work

you'll also notice that cl's design is different here. i change his design whenever im writing him for specific concepts or such, if i consider it derivative off of my canon then it gets its own design

the speech bubble is empty because im gonna be using this for testing more css+html tricks in ao3 bcs thats genuinely so fun i highly recommend getting into html + css its an interesting experience

ok thats all the rambling uh sorry you had to see this sorry i have the balls to post this, and if you ignored the warnings and really werent considering your own sanity then thats on you bud LOL ok ciao

[stupidlittlespirit]

sex work depiction anon here! i have a couple of things to say

1. this was honestly GREAT adivce! especially the part where you highlighted "the people who are forced are sex trafficking victims". you worded my thoughts in a way i couldnt possibly think about myself. my original idea was reader starts doing sex work so she can pay for college and then ends up liking it, but idk, it felt so... shallow??? this is why i think the best way to research for writing is talking and asking people who deal with that reality in a daily basis. anyway...

2. the champagne carpet thing is genius! this is the kind of thing you can only figure out when talking to people, this is why I like to do it so much. you don't find this kind of thing on google!!!

3. i think you are a writing goddess and your offer to beta my work had me MELTING on the chair at my work. i feel SO FUCKING FLATTERED, too bad it is not for mob psycho nor gf. just know you made my day just with this offer

4. i did not intend to write a gravity falls fanfic but DAMN i really wanna stral your idea and write a fic for stan where he tries to trick reader into quitting this job and live with him (but he falls short, ofc) BUT I'M NOT FUNNY ENOUGH. god im not nearly as talented as i need to be to pull this off 😭

thank you so much for your time and for caring so much about my ask. once i develop the plot a bit more i'll definitely come back and ask you a couple more things (if you dont mind, of course). it means the world to me, truly

No problem dude!

I mean, choosing to get into sex work to pay for college and then liking is actually really common! I don't think that's a bad motivation at all. I know lots of people who have done similar, or who have wanted to do further study (Masters, PhD etc) and used sex work to finance that. I think it would be weird if it was like a 'debt sharks are knocking on my door and I have no other choice' kind of thing, because then that leans into more of the 'being forced' vein, if that makes sense?

Yeah the champers carpets were great lol truthfully a real Moment for science. I still don't even know if it really works, but management told me that was the case and they didn't ever smell boozy or anything so who knows.

Ahhhh thank you haha! If you do write the Stan one then please feel free to let me know, I'd love to help! I'm sure you'd do wonders with it! Dialogue is hard to get down sometimes, though, I feel you on that. If you'd like a good movie/series of scenes to get an idea on how a convo like that might take place (or really how any creep/Captain talks to a stripper), check out Closer (2004). It has Natalie Portman in it and she plays a dancer who has lots of interactions in those kinds of themes. It might be of use! I forgot to mention it in the initial ask, sorry lol.

And no problem at all. Thanks for asking it, honestly. I really appreciate you caring enough to want to give good representation. That doesn't happen very often at all so it means a lot! Feel free to hit me up any time :) <3

[musicalpancakes77]

Hello hello, I've been tagged by @indigowallbreaker for a fun WIP meme :] Figured I'd do it while the tag was still fresh before I'd forget LMAO

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

This is about to be so funny and obscure because some of these titles are incomprehensible without context LMAOOO I have a few different wips (some are. half abandoned,,, i love them all very much and im so determined to come back to them or rework them someday), but let's start with Ace Attorney:

MMmmmmnesia

Shenanigans of Lady S

GHOST AU GHOST AU

Prosecutor Sibs AU uwu

Ahahah That Other AA Idea I Had

I told myself I wouldn't but here it is LETS GO BOYS

For Professor Layton, the fandom that surprisingly got a large number of Active wips from me:

Besties the House Arrest AU

PL Soulmates bc there isn't ENOUGH

PAPERCLIP LOVERS UNITE

Ranlay Attempt?? Eh???

PL Christmas fic because we ARE Desmond simps yes I'll write this fuck you

A very brief shout out to my outline of a Ghost Trick fic (which I've spoiled part of the title for because of literal spoiler reasons. im not spoiling anyone on this game are you kidding me?? oooo you want to play ghost trick so bad oooo!!!):

World's Most Haunted *** Moments

I'm not really counting them, but shout out to my active Lazytown fic that I SWEAR IM WORKING ON I SWEAR IT I AM IT WILL BE DONE THIS YEAR that goes by the name "Past LT somethin somethin" and my first fanfic's rewrite that is barely considered a wip to me that is named "I'll Leave AGAIN", and lastly a blank document for a BNHA Toshinori Yagi fic that I meant to get around to but never did beyond titling it "BNHA Good Toshi Fic if I Ever Get Around to It" :)

I do not know that many people- or more accurately idk how many people I know who are actively working on something- so I will tag the few people I know for sure who are writing and who may have wips! If I didn't tag you but you'd really like to do this, go ahead, you've officially been tagged 💕

@4ragon @rivalsforlife @xbydefault @nebul-anna (I think you just got tagged for this?? sorry if you did LMAO) @transannabeth (if this isn't the blog name you normally do these kinds of memes on, then sorry! 😭 Took a shot in the dark!) @jfkisonthemoon @ibroughtyoumybullets-ningy

[sthenoaloraquest]

Just rambling to myself. (Spoilers)

Vi's second signet... *sigh*

It's still killing me that RY said it's easy to spot, but yet I just don't see it. I keep looking for the obvious point out like she did with Violet's first signet.

What we do have is repeated sayings and words: gravity, running out of time, time slows, wanting powers like Brennan and Mira (more said in FW), Vi being the strongest rider, Vi wanting the truth, runes, of course the dread one "You'll be the ☠️ of me" (which I'll gladly ignore until the time comes for it to be real 🥲.), and others that i either missed or just dont stand out at all.

I truly don't think it's truth sayer, even with the insta story RY posted. Vi may be asking for the truth, but that seems more directed at Xaden than anything else. She wants to be honest with everyone around her rather than getting the truth from her friends. That doesn't mean it wouldn't be cool if she was one. Interrogating any enemy would be soooo much easier. I feel like if she was one, there would have been a tell kind of like her lightning signet.

Vi wanting power that is similar to Brennan and Mira's signets. This would point to her being the destroyer of venin but also the mender that could right the venin back to normal. Again, I'm not seeing anything really pointing to her being a type of mender. No instantaneous recovery is happening to her or to others around her or even the venin. I have actually another's theories that the runes will have something to do with the cure rather than Violence. I could see that being true since runes carried a lot of weight when talked about in IF.

What hits me right in the face as being obvious is gravity, time slowing, and Vi saying she is running out of time. I know Tairn said feathertails lose manifested power once they enter the deep sleep, but I feel like this doesn't imply to Andarna. Warrick's journal left things up to interpretation, not wanting others to make their own wards, but why write "6 and the 1 combined"? With Andarna being a different dragon breed, does feathertail knowledge work the same for her? Vi specifies how the big final battle with the venin is approaching faster than everyone thought, she feels like she doesn't have time to work on her signet, she doesn't have time for family, friends or xaden, that time is their biggest enemy (other than the venin). Signets are based on what you need and want the most (hence Xaden being an intensic).

I am quite honestly not sure what gravity has to do with Vi and her signet, but it's written a ton. I think gravity is going to have more of a focus either at the end of Onxy Storm or even in the other books havung nothing to do with her powrs or its just a word that RY likes to use and it has no meaning at all. Speculations from Vi jumping in mid flight at the end of IF have people thinking she can defy gravity, especially since she didn't break anything, but is that a strong enough case?

What Jedi mind tricks are you playing RY? 😂 I just want to know what it is! Im over analyzing something so simple here. January 21st is taking its sweet time...

[foxless]

hi! I’m the one with the advice question. basically since I was very young me and my friend would be wolves together.. it was a big thing for us and I was very connected and interested in wolves! I would research them and we would do quads and vocals together. I had other types but mainly that one. my friend and I grew apart and for a while maybe I shyed away from therian stuff. I also got too nervous to do quads and vocals anymore. only pulling out a bark as a party trick. but ofc I got connected again to therianthrophy. it’s big part of me now. however I feel maybe I have grown disconnected from wolves. im a dog (can’t find a breed that fits) and paleotherian now but I don’t want to let go of wolves. I keep looking back at them wondering if we still have a connection. If that’s still or ever was me. I also have a hearthome of the taiga.. and I feel like it is connected to my nonhuman identity as well. like I must be a species that lives there. I’m meant to be in the snowy forest but not as a human.. but dog and my paleotype don’t fit there. I look at the list of taiga or snowy animals over and over but none really seem to fit. My mind is drawn to look at wolf though. I don’t know what else it would be. It’s not an otherhearted thing. I don’t want it to be either. This identity would be identify AS not with. but I feel fake or disconnected from wolves? how do I get connected and secure in my identity? how do I tell what this theriotype really is? meditation hasnt worked for me and I don’t think? I get phantom shifts.. mental shifts yes but idk if I’ve had one in a while. can I trigger one? this is long I’m sorry lol. Can you have a theriotype that u feel disconnected to but it still be real? and on another note I’m realizing I could be a dog, wolfdog, and wolf and maybe a wolfdog that’s “content level” of wolf shifts? but that’s confusing being all three similar things separately. is that a polymorph thing? it’s confusing mayhe soemtimes I’m a domestic dog then sometimes a wolfdog then sometimes a wolf.. or all all the time. idk! Ideas to think about..

the biggest piece of advice i can give you is to calm down & take your time. i used to be exactly this way & i experienced this with a bunch of other species as well. it is very possible you are still connected to your wolf type, but it isn’t necessarily guaranteed.

i would suggest stepping back and allowing yourself to experience your feelings without judgement—even towards it possibly being an otherhearted type. truly listen to yourself & your inner monologue. if it helps, try writing out all the things that you feel.

ultimately, you have time to figure this out. you do not need to rush anything. ive been therian since i was incredibly young and i still make mistakes and mislabel myself. therianthropy is a journey, take the time to relax and be honest with yourself. research animals that live in the biomes you are connected to, make charts and diagrams and notes about each that you feel connected to. there are a plethora of species out there!

[fakeuwus]

here's my orange blood review that absolutely nobody asked for:

sweet venom: i liked the mannequin challenge lowkey LOL it was rlly cool but what i didn't like was how only one set was used and the SAME mannequin sequence was reused, just replacing members. it seems that belift rushed this filming bc it isn't nowhere near the effort they've put into their other mvs. also, HYBE WHY ARE U ALLERGIC TO BRIDGES??? WHY IS SWEET VENOM LESS THAN 2 AND A HALF MINUTES?? like just imagine a bridge where it slows down a little and picks back up with a lil dance break... (i should be a producer me thinks) moving on to the positives, their vocals sound so good!! jay opening the song did it for me and tbh i rlly do like it. it contrasts bite me which was their goal and the "sweet hee hee" is going to catch on fast. plus, i'm one for upbeat, fun songs and im really happy that jay got to contribute to the writing!! i just wish it was longer /: plus u can see the michael jackson influence in this cb which i can appreciate

mortal: i love her so much. there's like A LOT of monolouging but the melody is really pretty and their vocals sound amazing. it makes me feel like im frolicking in a field fr. i love jake's closing lines bc it rlly sets up the storyline of the album.

still monster: don't come for me i know she's already a fan favorite but i'll have to listen to it a few more times. ITS GOOD THOUGH. jungwon's voice in the pre-chorus LIKE CMON. i think it matches the vibe of sweet venom, just a slower ver of it if ykwim. i think the performance will solidify everything for me and reporters said the choreo was rlly good.

blind: ONE OF MY FAVS. jay's vocals omg he is really showing off his singing this comeback. i cant explain why i love it so much BUT JUST KNOW SHE IS IT!! FOR ME. ((the "wait a minute" part HITS)) ((so does the bridge))

orange flower (you complete me): ive already said this before BUT I JUST KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE MY FAV. (it has the same writer from bills, one of my fav enha songs) they really tricked us playing the slower version for the trailer TT (hybe pls release that ver as well i NEED her) the song makes me feel really happy and the lyrics are so<33 this is definitely a song for the fans with lyrics like "color my world... you complete me" again gotta highlight jay's vocals bc i love vocalist jay!!

sweet venom (eng ver.): same notes as written before but it sounds good in english!! not awkward at all and i can see myself listening to both versions.

overall, the members emphasized the storyline they were trying to create and that it was a continuation from bite me. i think with watching the trailers and knowing both storylines it makes you appreciate the message they were trying to send. the songs fit well together as a mini album and i can see why the members love this comeback so much. i just wish belift/hybe took a little more time crafting the title track and put more effort into the mv but what can we expect from that company... im extremely proud of the boys bc theyve been working nonstop for so long and it makes me happy that they also love the songs bc i want them to release music theyre proud of.

anyways tysm if u read this all, pls send me what u guys think as well and let's talk ab it!!! 🫶🏼