#incredible image(derogatory)

[thatone-highlighter]

u have literally ruined the term “diversity win” for me forever, whenever I see it all I can think about is the fuckjng Heandrias image

Why are you blaming ME for diversity win. IM not the one who made it. Smh

[valyrfia]

hi i came here from thearchercore where they said that you think there seem to be friendship cliques forming around the paddock as of late like carlando vs. lestappen. i've seen these divides between fans but what makes you think there's also that divide between drivers?

I wouldn't call them friendship cliques. More....workplace alliances regarding the way F1 is going and the way F1 should go.

(Full disclaimer. This is a theory of grid dynamics that's been brewing for a little while in my head and I've only really bounced it off people in dms so far, so feel free to critique or refine it.)

Now, why would these two camps clash? Apart from interpersonal reasons (power struggles at any of the teams for example, I think any of the drivers listed racing or PR would resent being labelled as the team's n2 driver), F1 itself as a sport is at a crossroads. We're seeing the obvious effect of DTS in popularising the sport and making these athletes world-famous. In the past, only the world champions really became world-renowned. Now, most drivers are massive social media stars, or even proper A-list celebrities in their own right (Daniel at the Met Gala, for example). This one one hand is brilliant for the sport, because it brings more attention and eyes, and F1 becomes far more popular than it ever has been in the past. Liberty media especially is fond of this, as it brings in more profit for them.

However, in a lot of ways quintessential aspects of racing are lost via appealing to the masses. We see this in the removal of traditional purpose-built tracks in the calendar to make way for street races, in team line ups prioritising the PR-friendliness of a driver much more than before. The question of can the individual personalities of these drivers be sold is now a much bigger factor when considering a line up now than it was even ten years ago.

Since the question of racing vs. PR is raging in F1 in general right now, I think there's natural battle lines being drawn up in the paddock at the moment, that seem to fall along drivers which prioritise racing results over PR, and drivers that rely on PR/sponsors to boost their image without the racing results to necessarily back it up. Let's call them the racing clique vs. the PR clique for simplification.

Furthermore, I think these battlelines are drawn between teammates more often than not. So for example, I'd say Oscar tends to fall into the racing clique, Lando the PR clique (because let's be frank, his level of hype in British media especially WITHOUT a grand prix win is a little ridiculous). Likewise, if we consider our once and future RBR teammate pair, Max is the racing, Daniel the PR.

Ferrari is a little trickier because Charles is a PR mastermind and plays the PR game well in order to manipulate public perception about him. However, I will say that above all Charles has a fair estimation of his own abilities, an incredible racing IQ, and a sharp hunger to win that shines through despite the scrupulous Ferrari PR training (lest we forget the origin of the Il Predestinato name). For this reason, I think I place him in the racing camp. Considering the way that the Sainz camp uses leaks, well-timed sympathy posts, and Carlando to boost the public perception of Carlos's racing ability, I would place Carlos in the PR camp.

There are also other natural flash tensions between these people, but from Lando and Daniel distancing themselves from Max post his Vegas derogatory comments (@tsarinablogs has written some good thinkpieces on this), to the Ferrari civil war (as currently being chronicled by @thearchercore, along with some pretty good evidence as to McLaren trying to copy Ferrari's contract renewal hype, which further puts Lando and Charles into conflict). I don't think the happy go lucky Landoscar dynamic will survive McLaren being a competitive car, especially if Oscar wins a grand prix before Oscar.

There are faultlines and flashpoints forming in the paddock, and I think that especially with the incoming silly season, this question of PR vs. racing when picking drivers will be thrown into haut relief and that'll serve to only heighten the natural and/or pre-existing tensions between these two different groups of people.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I told my girlfriend to lose weight?

Okay, so that sounds horrific, but bear with me.

To be clear, I (23M) could not care less what weight she (27F) is or what she looks like. I love this woman with my whole heart and none of it is about her appearance. We’re pretty much engaged in all but name, the only reason it’s not official is because we don’t have money to even think of weddings right now, and I plan to spend the rest of my life with her.

Thing is, she’s obese. Like, medically, not in a derogatory sense. This is massively affecting her health. She’s constantly out of breath, constantly in pain, constantly struggling, and it’s leading to other conditions such as sleep apnea. She thinks she has asthma because she’s always struggling to breathe, but I’m 95% sure it just comes down to weight and her doctor has said the same, but she tends to write it off as doctors being fatphobic.

Much of this is due to the fact that she used to struggle with binge-eating disorder. She no longer binge eats, but she does overeat in general because her body is so accustomed to constant food, so she gets painfully hungry and dizzy after 2-3 hours of not eating.

I’ve tried to encourage her to exercise with me, diet with me, count calories etc., but she gives up super easy when she doesn’t see immediately results. She also says herself that she finds it very difficult to see herself accurately - she has the reverse of “typical” body dysmorphia, where she sees herself as thinner than she is, so she genuinely sees herself as thin or like slightly curvy. (To be clear, she is very visibly obese, people comment on this often, and while I’ll be the first to go fists up if someone’s a dick to her about it as people have been I also am genuinely worried about her health.) Because of that she has no motivation to lose the weight because she just doesn’t see it. It’s bad enough that she’s been told by doctors she WILL likely struggle later in life with heart failure, diabetes etc if she doesn’t lose weight, yet her POV is more, “It can’t be that bad because I’m not that big so I don’t need to worry about it”. She has occasional reality checks, most recently she put her measurements into some site that shows an image of what you look like from a third person perspective, and she was completely shocked like “I can’t look like that. Do I? This is a wake up call”, but days later it’s completely lost and she’s back to saying she’s not that big again.

She wants kids with me, and I just absolutely do not want to commit to having children with her when I know there’s a not-insignificant chance she’ll have serious health issues in the future that could mean she’s not with us for as long as she could be. Both for the kids’ sake, and selfishly because I want her around! I don’t want to think about something happening to her earlier in life and being without her.

But I just don’t know what to do. Gently suggesting it hasn’t worked, saying I’m worried about her health hasn’t worked, saying I don’t want kids until she’s healthy hasn’t worked (even if she’s still overweight I really don’t care as long as she’s not in a “danger zone” y’know?), trying to meal plan with her hasn’t worked, trying to get her to keep track of calories hasn’t worked, trying to exercise with her hasn’t worked.

People I’ve asked in the past have told me to be firm about it, but I’m incredibly reluctant to do that - I struggled with anorexia for most of my teenage and adult life and I know how deep it can cut to have your weight criticised or commented on. I don’t want to be that dick who basically calls someone I love very much unhealthy and fat and tells her to lose weight or no kids or some horrible shit like that.

But I just. Can’t work out what to do. She does express a willingness to lose weight, she says she wants to, she just doesn’t have that motivation to do it. I don’t know what else we can try.

AITA for focusing on this in the first place? Like am I actually just being fatphobic, or is my own past with EDs influencing my thinking? Am I going about it all wrong? Should I just accept it as something that’ll be a potential issue in future and deal with it then or am I fair to worry about it early on?

What are these acronyms?

[rockwgooglyeyes]

rock's thoughts on ivantill (nsfw edition)

trigger/content warning: open and uncensored discussion of nsfw content (smut specifically) I'm not tagging this as mature and leaving it up to the reader's discretion whether or not they're able to handle this. I'm not incredibly explicit but I am talking about something inherently nsfw.

the thing about nsfw is that, when it comes to fandom, it often is based less on the characters themselves and more on whatever the fans want to see. I say this about fandom in general, btw, not ALNST in particular- in my experience with nsfw (fanfic anyways) in fandom, is that a lot of it comes down to writer preference rather than the actual characters themselves. It's literally playing with dolls and this isn't necessarily a bad thing! It's pretty much what fan content is for, right? It's just something that doesn't sit super well with me and it's something I don't really understand- if you want to make a specific dynamic, why not just make ocs that can similar or the same personalities as the characters that you enjoy and yet their dynamic fits with what you want.

Like overall when it comes to my opinions (and these are opinions, preferences if you will), I might as well be up front- when it comes to the ships that are common in the ALNST fandom, I think that while mizisua and hyunamizi definitely switch, out of mizisua? Sua is the top imo. on the other hand, I think that it would be a lot more interesting if either hyunamizi were switch-centric or Mizi topped, just because of what that would say about her relationship growth as well as her character growth. With hyunaluka (which is not a ship that I enjoy but I respect those that do obviously) I think Hyuna tops mostly. With ivantill, I see Ivan as a bottom and Till as the top. Sometimes they switch, no one is exclusively one or the other- and I am fully in support of them being switches because I believe most relationships are fluid and have the inherent capacity for switching, top/bottom is about preference but I do think it's rare. I don't know, smut can be part of the relationship to me and the dynamic when it comes to sexual encounters is important to me with a couple.

I don't know, maybe it's because I'm one of those people where my headcanons have to be related to the text somehow (and I don't say this in a way that's derogatory to people who don't have that- honestly I kind of admire you guys, it seems freeing. I'm just extremely autistic about this) but idk the way people intrepret Ivan in the ALNST fandom is super interesting. This is mainly going to be talking about ivantill because to be perfectly honest, I think people are weirder about mlm ships than they are about wlw ships, when it comes to their characterization? But I haven't read as much wlw nsfw so I can't fully speak to this. But when it comes to Ivantill, I have found some people who's opinions I love. Some people I agree with even if I don't agree with everything. But then there are some folks that are so out there like I wanna study you guys underneath a microscope y'all are so peculiar. yeah yeah he's King Yaoi the Third, he's tall dark and handsome, whatever. he's a little freak, I want to put him in a jar and shake him up, I understand, but at the same time sometimes the reading comprehension with people seems not so bueno.

In the fandom overall, (not just on tumblr dot com) people like him as top and I think that, to a degree, that is supported by the text. At least, some of the additional art from Vivinos/Qmeng, that’s supported

(^ the amount of horny comments on this image *sighs*)

But for me? I don’t like that as much (even though I’ve read some fanfic with it that I liked just fine.)

This is because of the way that this interpretation of their relationship feeds into that surface level analysis of both Ivan and Till's character? Ivan is the violently jealous lover, the one who watches from afar and seethes with envy, he’s the unfeeling pretty boy who only loves one person, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep that person. Till is the tsundere, the person who plays at strength but weakens at the first touch of someone stronger, easily flustered and even easier to cow into submission- but the thing is? We know that's not true for either of them, it's not supported by their backgrounds, their other actions, the context of their trauma. which makes that characterization super funny (to me) when this series is kind of about peeling back the edges of outward perception, with Mizi, Ivan, Luka and Hyuna especially.

While top/bottom isn't necessarily a power dynamic, when in the context of certain relationships, it can definitely take on the connotations of power. In Ivan and Till's relationship, the person who has the power is Till.

Out of the two of them, Ivan is not the person with the power and that's honestly the main issue that I have with the way that people portray him. In the top Ivan fics that I actually like, he's not the one with the power, he is only where he is because Till wanted them to get this far, he is at Till's mercy and he's loving it. The issue I take with those who portray him as domineering and controlling is that he doesn't try to control Till in canon. He might have concocted the incident with the wagyein and Mizi but after that? Ivan isn't trying to force Till into anything, he isn't controlling the situation, he isn't even trying to get Till to do anything but react. Ivan would do anything that Till wanted him to, no questions asked. For those who take the possessive angle with Ivan, the problem I have is that Ivan has no desire to own Till. He's obsessed with Till, yeah, but it's in the way that you love your favorite band- you love them to bits, you listen to all of their songs, you go to a concert, you have their merch- but you would still respect their choices, right? You would be disappointed if they decided to break up but you wouldn't force them to get back together. That's the difference between Ivan's obsession and Luka's- Luka thinks that he deserves Hyuna's affection in exchange for loving her (it's transactional), whereas Ivan is under no illusion that he is entitled to Till's affections.

On the flipside, when Till is portrayed as the tsundere who cares but refuses to show it because of his pride, well, that one's a little tougher because the main problem is execution. Till does really care about people but his affection isn't shown out of a matter of pride- he shows his affection for Mizi quite freely, after all, if he was really worried about vulnerability, I feel like he might be a little more conservative with his adoration. Often times, he doesn't show his care for people clearly because he doesn't really know how, defaulting to blushing and stuttering, gifts and acts of service to get his point across. He's not a super verbal-affection oriented guy and I think this is actually portrayed pretty well in the gen fics but not so much in smut because it's not as applicable lmao (comes with the territory ig). When Till is written as really timid, fumbling, innocent (@bluemoonscape called it woobifying), I hate that with a passion because he might fumble and he might get shy sometimes but he is not a pushover. He is not meek and if he doesn't like something, he'll voice his complaints, he'll let you know. I mean why else would he yell at Ivan in their version of My Clematis when Ivan gets too close? Admittedly, Ivan doesn't listen, lost in his monologue, and Till kind of just accepts it- but I am certain that if they were even intimate with each other, that Till would object were he uncomfortable and Ivan would listen. Like, whether Ivan was top or bottom, if Till's not having a good time? Ivan is no longer having a good time. Ivan's pleasure is very much contingent on Till's pleasure, at least, in my mind.

That's all the characterization centered stuff and kind of the reason why I think their relationship just works better with this dynamic *but* one of the biggest reasons it's a preference for me that Ivan bottoms is because of the inherent nature of that dynamic- it's a lot harder to end up fucking someone unwillingly than it is to get fucked by someone. There's a far greater likelihood of reciprocated feelings or at least, consent, when it comes to this version of their relationship and that's what I prefer because I really do think that they love each other.

(tagging @atrophiedemotion because I asked him if he wanted to be and he said yes! Blue is already tagged above too so all of the known interested parties have been notified :D love you guys)

[cripplecharacters]

Probably not an ask you'd likely get I assume, but...what re your thoughts on people using the word "delulu"? What exactly does it mean to say that?

I'm asking because it almost feels like a slur, but most people who use is are disabled, so idk what to personally think of it

Hello,

Okay, so before I get into answering this, warning for uncensored use of ableist slurs, though briefly and to compare histories.

Objectively, yes, "delulu" is a slur. A slur is defined by the Merriam-Webster Dictionary as an insinuation or allegation about someone that is likely to insult them or damage their reputation or a derogatory or insulting term applied to particular group of people. When using the firts definition, the word "delulu," derived from delusional and meant to act as though someone is merely delusion rather than being worthy of being listened to, using the misrepresentation and incorrect public image of people whoe experience delusions to discredit the person they're attacking. In calling someone "delulu," they're basically using a medical symptom as an isult. It basically says "This person is severely mentally ill with delusions that make them paranoid (or other things,) so they have absolutely zero valid points and we should not listen to them at all." They compare people they don't like to a stigmatized group to both drag the person they're arguing down and to further perpetuate the stereotypes around delusions and thus impacting the lives of people who have them.

When using the second definition, it's a bit more complicated. My research has showed that, while some people who have delusions are fine with the word or even use it to refer to themselves, it's generally seen as an ableist insult when used by an abled person against them. For example, like how the term cripple is regarded by the cripplepunk community- we can use it, maybe even to describe ourselves, because we know the weight and struggles behind that word. When someone who isn't physically disabled uses the word, they don't ususally, if ever, understand the history behind the word and what it used to be used for, as a weapon against the physically disabled.

"Delulu" is a slur, yes, but it's not yet a major one. It's a very new thing and, while it certainly has done damage to the community, doesn't hold the same weight in innocent blood as a lot of the bigger slurs do. Cripple and retard have some incredibly disturbing history and a horrific amount of innocent blood spilled using them because they've been around for so long. "Delulu" is only one of many pop psychology terms that are becoming slurs when used by those to whom they don't apply (for example, the term brain-damaged is quickly becoming a word used against people with TBIs, and is slowly becoming something people without TBIs are learning they shouldn't use, but those of us in the TBI community can use it should we so choose.) I don't know if they could progress to the same severity as cripple and retard due to how different medical science is today, but I think everyone would rather not take that chance.

Anything that uses a sign, symptom, or name of a mental disorder as an insult is a slur. Such as the word autistic in certain contexts. It's very much not a slur on its own, but when used by one person to insult another, it becomes a slur. If you see a weird word like that, or a psychology term being used like that, it's probably being used as a slur.

Other things you might want to look out for are the context behind people using words like narcissist, psychopath, sociopath, deranged, psychotic, compulsive/pathological liar, etc- those are the ones I see most often being used in ableist ways (at least the only ones I'm allowed to say,) because they're easy to villainize. If they're basically anyone other than someone with the corresponding disorder who's using the term to refer to themselves or the comunity should be considered untrustworthy until you can find a legitimate, science-backed reason for them to say what they did, and as long as they aren't misusing the terms and speculating on what shouldn't be speculated about, like the mental health of people they don't know and can't possibly accurately diagnose. It's best to avoid using signs, symptoms, and conditions as insults, even when replaced by cutesy terms (delulu, restarted, aucoustic, etc.) Tha's basically turning that word into a slur and one really shouldn't do that.

When in doubt, take a step back.

Mod Aaron

[h-f-k]

The thing about musicians relying more and more on "collectible items" is that maybe 2% of those items are actually collectible or worth collecting. Just because you're releasing 70 different versions of the same thing doesn't make it collectible. What is the value you're bringing with said variants? What else are you telling me, visually, with these new versions that couldn't be said/included/shown in the standard edition? What is the story/narrative you want to visually develop with these variants? What is the artistic value you bring with album version #6 that has a similar photo to the standard edition but this time is black and white? Is the medium or image treatment you chose to have as album cover #2 of any significance to what you're trying to say or is it just bc your label needs more variants to make more money and you need them to be on top of the charts?

It makes me sad because these "collectible items" decrease the artistic value of the album and its art direction/design, ESPECIALLY when it comes to artists that have copious amount of resources and contacts, and this and that to make incredible art and instead choose to make effortless (derogatory) album covers just so it's easier to change a few things to make 50 deluxe versions.

[ghostofhallownest]

i have little complaint about the scene with charon and cerberus in practicality because i understand it was a detail that can be sacrificed to give scenes like Hades’ room to breathe, but

(a) did we have to lose “we all drowned in a bathtub” that’s An Incredible Line and wouldve taken the same amt of time riordan pls the replacement line was funny but not iconic :(

(b) the point of this post: i am SO sad they cut percy bribing charon, because like, percy’s a manipulative little shit when he wants to be, and it ends up scaring people! i dont have it handy but that scene in HOO where the character POV (annabeth? hazel?) is like… “did percy just manipulate that guy into this choice? on purpose? that’s…disturbingly calculating” —THIS IS A BASIS OF THAT. percy manipulates charon into letting them into the underworld not by throwing a sack of gold at him; he realizes charon wants to bitch and uses that bitching as a doorway in. “you deserve time off [clink] better pay [clink]” (i dont have my book rip the full quote is so funny tho 😭)

like, first of all, the book stresses that percy gets how adults are with alcohol, guy time™️ (derogatory), and money. gabe wastes all their money on poker. he takes any change percy has on him the moment the kid walks in the door. but also, percy mentions throughout the series that he picked up a fair few unethical skills from his boarding schools, too. and this hinted at that, imo. even annabeth was impressed. and that charon ferried them across and then immediately was like “thx for the coin good luck w the dog” —the same couldve been accomplished with charon unlocking a gate for them and then cerberus is Right There. not much would’ve changed.

idk rip “it was a big bathtub” and rip the image of percy slowly stacking drachmas in front of a dude in an italian suit while the guy bitches abt his boss you will always be famous to me

[storiesofsvu]

Bryan Kneef NSFW Alphabet

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: so much smut, so many kinks, dirty derogatory talk, teasing, threesomes, edging, masturbation. y'all know the drill lol. I don't remember if this was requested. It's been sitting in my wips for MONTHS now and I figured I should finally finish it.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It mainly depends on the setting, if Bryan takes someone home, or is in someone’s bed he’ll give the minimal amount of cuddles he needs. He doesn’t like to, but he knows with the amount of bdsm kinky things he’s into he needs to make sure his partner is okay afterwards, no matter what level of involved they are. He’ll usually wait til she’s asleep and then sneak out. If you’re in a committed relationship he’s going to be incredibly gentle, if its not too late he loves to take a bath with you, watching the hickeys and marks on your skin darken as he holds you under the water, enjoying the relaxation himself.

B = Body part (your favourite body part of theirs and theirs of yours)

He adores your ass. I mean, he loves all of your body, tits, hips, calves, lips, but your ass is something he can never get enough of. Grabbing it, squeezing it, fucking it, he’s all about  ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Bryan loves to cum deep inside you, and adores watching the cum leak out of you, fucking it back into your cunt with his fingers, a toy or his cock (this is of course as long as your on BC or he’s snipped, he aint about that baby life). He also loves coming on your face, basically anything with cum, the messier the better.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He will sub for the right person, and will gladly get pegged and he absolutely adores it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He’s *very* experienced. He knows exactly how to seduce someone and exactly how to please them, and just the best way to get himself off. Name something and he’s likely tried it. He’s afraid of basically nothing and is always down to explore kinks or walk someone down that road.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) Doggy. There’s no doubt. He loves to watch your ass, thrust a thumb into your ass as he fucks you, pull you flush against him, hand wrapping around your throat as he pounds into you from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s more serious. A few little chuckles here and there before he’s done with it. Though if he’s actually with someone he’ll be more goofy in the moment, but even with someone he loves he’s sill gonna be more serious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Bryan likes to sleep around, he’s a playboy and that kind of intimacy doesn’t even become part of the conversation until he’s sure that he wants to pursue a relationship with someone or if he knows that from the start and is “courting” them instead of seducing them. Ya get me? Lol. If he sees you and knows instantly you’re more than a quick fuck he’s gonna pull out all the stops, rose petals on the bed for the first night you sleep together and shit.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

Likely daily. Morning wood taken care of in the shower. In the evening’s he’ll strip down and get into bed, getting super comfortable, drink in one hand, cock in the other as he turns on porn and watches for a few hours. Most nights it’s gonna be a long run, teasing himself until he can’t hold back anymore.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It would literally be easier to list the things he’s *not* into LOL. Bryan’s all about the BDSM community, he likes to tie you up, use a crop to spank you, all about the toys for both you and him. Pet play is something he enjoys, and you just have to know this man has a dirty kink.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He knows he has to be somewhat careful due to his job/image, but he’ll likely fuck you anywhere. He’s a bit of a exhibitionist, loves fucking you up against the windows, bent over his desk, the bathroom at a bar, in the shower at home, over the kitchen island, on the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 A number of things! He particularly enjoys you in lingerie, or little hints of it peeking out from under your clothes. Skirt riding up just enough to see the top of your thigh highs, bending over just enough so he can see the red lace under your shirt. Coming home to find you half or fully naked in his bed. Getting sent racy texts or photos is what really gets him going. He’s also the one that gets horny jealous. If he sees you flirting with another man/getting hit on by another man you just know he’s going to take you home (or to the nearest private space) and is gonna remind you who you belong to and why.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There may be a lot he’ll experiment with but I’m gonna say that scat play is past his limit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves pussy but he absolutely loves getting his dick sucked, there’s just nothing comparable to it. The image of you on your knees in front of him makes him instantly hard, and he obviously likes them messy. Likes when you spit into your hand before stroking his cock, loves fucking your face, drool dripping down your chin, thrusting so deep into your throat you’re gagging around him, eyes watering, mascara running. The more ruined you are by the end of it the better.

When it comes to giving, he is good at it and knows what he’s doing, but it’s a step that he’ll skip for his quick hook ups.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 99% of the time. He likes it hard, he likes to fuck you senseless, deep and hard enough that you’re going to be feeling it for the rest of the week.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely fucking adores them. Quickie in the shower, quickie in the morning once he sees the lingerie you’re wearing. Sees you in a fancy dress for a gala? Gonna fuck you in the backseat of the car on the way there. Office quickie? You bet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolute risk taker. He’s always game to experiment and try out something new. He’s only turned down a couple of things over the years and that’s cause they were super fucking weird. He’s more than willing to role play, for you to dress up, or recreate porn you’ve watched together. And he’s obviously not against fucking in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can last a decent amount of time. Long enough for the foreplay, for you to suck his dick and then to fuck you into next week. If he is starting to get tired, or it’s been a longer day, he’ll make you ride him a while before he dicks you down. As for rounds, he can go all night, but he’s gonna need a bit longer of a break between turns, and he loves to cock warm you during those.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) This man has a toy collection big enough to rival your own, maybe even bigger. He’s got a couple of vibes to help out when his hands get tired, or the position means he can’t really reach your clit. He’s definitely got one that sits in your panties and rubs on your clit that he has the remote to. Same with an internal one of the same. He’s got butt plugs of varying sizes, at least one dildo so he can fully double penetrate you without having someone else there. He’s definitely got a couple of cock rings and at least one of them vibrates. He’s also not afraid of his own ass being played with, so he’s got toys for that too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s the ultimate tease. Fantastic with words, sexts, and dirty talk he’ll have you absolutely dripping and whining for him and he’ll still make you choke on his cock, grinding on his shoe before he’ll touch you. And if you’ve been the one teasing him and riling him up all day, you better believe that he’s not letting you come, he’ll wait til you’re right on the brink and then completely stop. As long as he’s come himself, he’s not touching you and you just know you’re not allowed to touch yourself for the next week. (but he’ll use you however he wants to in that time frame).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not crazy loud, lots of groaning, grunting and swearing. But he’s also into dirty talk, and definitely leans to the derogatory side of things. Calling you his dirty whore, his little cum slut, how well you take his thick cock, how good it feels when he’s stretching you out, daddy’s needy thing.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

Loves M/M/F threesomes. Sometimes it’s the DP action, seeing two cocks stuffed tight into one hole (or two, depending) and sometimes it’s getting his ass fucked while he fucks someone else. He’s got no shame when it comes to that and will openly admit that he enjoys the company of both men and women.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s thick, veiny, a shower. It’s big and he knows it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Decently high. He likes to fuck a few times a week at the very minimum and I like to believe he’s a daily masturbator. Even on the days where he’s tired or out of it, working late or the like and doesn’t really have the yearn to fuck all it takes is you showing up in your lingerie, or naked, or getting on your knees and he’ll start to get hard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fucking quickly, especially if he’s certain there’s no more rounds to be had, or if it’s a work night, he’s out pretty fast.

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hey God it's me again. Back by nobody's request once again: Me, 🦝.

Can we talk about Heizou?

Trick question. I WILL talk about Heizou and YOU WILL listen.

I like him so much the little skrunkly Mr canon daddy issues. Mr I want my father to be proud of me and it hurts. Mr I need to be the best and I'll still not be enough.

I love him a lot. I know I'm usually here to be horny but tbh today I'm not. I just feel bad for him. We all talk about Kazuha's my-best-friend-died-in-my-arms story but Heizou's is completely ignored. It's the ptsd for me. It's the family issues for me. It's the other people have a false image of the nature of his being for me. It's the hidden insecurities, the silent overthinking for me. Like bro did anyone ever pay attention to how careful he is with the traveler because he doesn't want to scare them off. It's the no friends (only mildly derogatory) for me.

It's the everything for me. My brain pointed at this little dude and went "that one" and now I think about him. All the time. I just want to hold him. Like bestie is u good? Do you need a hug? Some comfort? Some therapy? I will smooch him very lovingly mwah mwah

✿ 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 ✿

characters: heizou x nb!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, PTSD, reverse comfort, insecurity, heizou’s just having a very very bad day😢reader and heizou’s not in a relationship yet

notes: SAME 🦝 NONNIE! i’ve reached friendship lvl10 with heizou and i read all stories of the characters whether i like them or not and heizou’s just made me cry😭😭😭 his only friend died out in public, in his arms, saying “i… i came to see you too”. i just cosnfijdnfjsjf

also i wrote this while listening to mitski and shed good few tears here and there 🦝 anon😔👍

detective shikanoin heizou of the tenryou commission is a name that’s widely known for it’s incredible intelligence, witty remarks and boy-ish charms. however that’s not all there is of heizou.

at 2 in the morning, when someone knocks on your door and wakes you up from your nice dreams, it’s safe to say that you’re ready to throw hands unless it’s an emergency. but then again almost every time you’re awoken at an unholy hours is because it’s an emergency.

‘this better be something good ‘cause i have a long day of commissions tomorrow’ throwing on a haori on top of your loose yukata, stumbling to the front door of your little house, the least person you expected to wake you up was the renowned detective of the tenryou commission.

immediately thinking of what you did that could’ve been considered law-breaking, one came into mind. but hey, you had to sock that guy because he was troubling the traveler when they were on the brink of collapsing!

“…hey, sorry to wake you up so late” heizou’s voice snapped you out of your little mind-ramble.

“oh no, it’s fine. would you like to come in?” nodding and quietly shuffling into your house, heizou seemed just so… quiet. most of the times he would spend time with you, he would be rambling about the newest case he got, how the criminals are getting dumber and dumber everyday or just about things in general.

asking him if he would like something to drink and sitting in your kitchen at 2am with the detective just silently staring at his glass of water was concerning. moreover there were dry tear tracks on his face and his clothes seemed half-heartedly thrown on.

after a while of just sitting in a deafening silence, heizou started to talk. about how he wants to be seen as the perfect reliable detective, how he wants his dad to be proud of him, about how his only childhood friend was a fraud and a thief, how after a year of staying out of contact, he met his friend again only for them to be bleeding out on the side of the road of the festival.

when recalling how his only friend had told him he wanted to see him as well, while holding a bloodied green pebble from his wallet which had no mora, only the pebble, the tears that filled his eyes fell. choking on his words, trying to apologize for dumping all of his problems on you, this was also heizou.

the same shikanoin heizou that throws around flirty remarks with you. the same shikanoin heizou that catches criminals left and right like they were just passing by him in the streets. the same shikanoin heizou who proudly declared he wanted to stop evil.

“i-i’m sorry hic i didn’t mean to dump-oomf!” being held close to your chest and telling him it was okay and that you understand was the last breaking point for him. sobbing out loudly like a child and clinging to you like a lifeline, this was also shikanoin heizou. your heizou.

after exhausting all his strength, you simply carried him to your bed for him to rest.

to heizou he felt like he was being gently cradled by the sun. so soft, warm and inviting.

to heizou, you were the only one to truly see who he was and not run away.

to heizou, you are the one he fell for and damn did he fell for the perfect person.

to heizou, your arms felt like home.

[gabessquishytum]

SLEAZY PICKUP ARTIST HOB GOING INSANE AND BUYING DREAM'S BATH WATER.....ok well NOW im thinking of Influencer Dream whos only in the business to get sponsorship for his music+artsy pursuits. Hes got a couple million followers on instagram, tiktok and twitter handled mostly through his friends and agents Jessamy and Lucienne. He barely knows Hob exists but Hob's highkey OBSESSED with him; always claiming in his podcasts that he could get Dream so easily dickmatized if he could just give him one chance...boasting he could get Dream hooked if only Dream would give him the time of day (derogatory) (in denial). Like hes so sleazy about it its actually lowkey creepy.

Theyve interacted ONCE bc they both support queer rights and live in the same district(???) So theyve both participated in a tiktok trend to spread awareness and fund and boost a local pro-trans right campaign. One to one, Hob actually gets starstruck and practically shy, stuttering and sweet and clearly in love. Dream rolls his eyes about it but secretly thinks its cute, and didnt actually think about him twice for a while. Meanwhile Hob's obsession just got WORSE. Hes out there claiming they ABSOLUTELY flirted in the dms and Dream was "practically drooling" over him (hes projecting. Its the other way around.) Sthg sthg Desire swindles a couple hundred bucks selling Dream's bathwater to him and Hob has pathetic wanks over it. God im SO OBSESSED with this AU.

YES SLEAZY PICKUP ARTIST HOB. THE SUPERIOR AU.

I can't get this image of Hob in his gaming chair just absolutely DELULU about Dream. He's bragging to his followers about how it would be sooo easy to get Dream into bed, it's not even really worth his time! Then the next video has a thumbnail with him actually drooling over this container of bathwater (because of course he would post it online).

Dream happens to see and feels obligated to message him and be like "hey dude that is. NOT my bathwater. you have been scammed." And Hob is so upset and literally crying in his dms, Dream actually gets kind of fascinated by him, like he's studying a bug??

They start hanging out semi regularly and it's like. They're both INCREDIBLY weird. But very different brands of weirdness. And they almost cancel each other out? Dream reminds Hob how to be a decent human being, and Hob reminds Dream that it's not generally socially acceptable to put rocks in your mouth in public.

Hob’s followers are like "boo he's so dickwhipped for that twink" and Hob is raging in the comments like "NO I AM NOT ACTUALLY ITS THE OPPOSITE HES OBSESSED WITH ME 😡😡😡". And in between he's browsing the Internet for the exact rare antique edition of the weirdass book that Dream wants for his birthday.

Maybe he'll get a little kiss from Dream if he likes the gift enough 🥺🥺

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi!

First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!

Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.

hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.

i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.

“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.

What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.

“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”

“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”

You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.

“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”

You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”

Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.

You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.

“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.

Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times. 

Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.

With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”

“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.

“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.

With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”

With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.

One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.

“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”

“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.

“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.

“What else?”

“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”

“And?”

“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.

“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.

“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.

“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”

You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.

“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.

“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.

“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.

“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.

“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.

With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.

© therhythmafterthesummer 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

also figured i'd tag anyone that wants to be tagged in my wereroomies instalments, if you don't want to be tagged in little ask responses like these let me know !

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[disventure-rewrite-takes]

hopping on the self insert train

if I was in dcas I would be like the 1 person who gets 0 romance drama (bc aro) and that woud be incredibly cool of me. also I'd sweep the flag challenge lol, just nab it and then hide up a tree. watchu gonna do abt it

anyway i would openly be like "yeah romance isn't for me. i do not wana date. i am aro" and the fanbase would be like "what does that mean" and ship me with ppl lol. that could be the Thing In The In-Show Fandom I Complain About. also i'd call out the characters for being dumb bitches, sometimes gently, sometimes. less.

"lmao the attempted murderer is worried about preserving her tv image, give me a break"

"okay don't take this the wrong way. genuine question do you think your beef with the eight year old is justified or are you just upset your pride got wounded."

"ah yes let's all trust the attempted murderer who broke connor's leg she is clearly not being deceitful that's so beneath her" (i would bring up the s2 finale so much just to put things into perspective)

"yul can you die"

"oh my god hes finally communicating honestly with you and you immediately lie about a boyfriend. come on man"

"buddy. bestie. mate. i cannot spell this out clearer. SHE DOES NOT LOVE YOU. NO YOU CANT FIX HER"

"my brother in christ you accused him of cheating on his bf then got said bf voted off for entirely petty reasons why do you think he doesn't like you"

"grett i swear to god you deserve better than this guy"

(btw in that one specifically i would straight up be gabby 2.0 and yul would hurl microaggressions at both of us. except im white and idk if there's any known about derogatory terms for aros but im sure yul would invent some especially for me. although knowing him he'd probably just call me "restarted" and "acoustic". I'd be more offended by the laziness than the words themselves)

"yes i do in fact play an acoustic instrument but somehow i get the vibe that's not what you meant. look if you really wanna add ableism to your pokedex of bigot labels then at least don't be a pussy about it. say the word you really wanna call me. go on. say it. say it you coward."

and in the recent episode (from the peanut gallery, begrudgingly sitting in team ally bc there's more space on the bleachers than team jake and i do not gaf who wins as long as it's not riya) "HEY. HEY KRISTAL. CHECK RIYA AND YUL'S BACKPACKS THEY DID NOT GATHER SHIT WITH THOSE STUPID PLASTIC TOOLS. NO WAY IN HELL DID THEY ACTUALLY MINE TEN DIAMONDS BEFORE SCORPION SHIT WENT DOWN"

- @cornfields-td-nonsense

corn i absolutely love your intern 😭🙏🏼 yul would DEFINITELY make up a new slur for us aros on god

[miss-choi-park]

Sin never tasted so

Chapter 7 - Soft Nights

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

Previous Chapter:

[...] "Don't say fuck." She asked and I had to smile.

"What else?"

"Sex...that doesn't sound quite so derogatory."

That was kind of sweet. My heart warmed a little. Her honest eyes sparkled at me and I couldn't help but fall under her spell. Again.

I wrapped my arms around her a little tighter as I leaned forward. There were words on the tip of my tongue that would say more than any gesture in this world…words that were at the same time so risky that they stuck to my tongue.

It felt so good to have Sumi with me, so close, so intimate, so indescribably calming.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: sex, rough language, sex language, kissing, Different positions, daddy Yeonjun, explicit explanation, naked touching?- I dont know, what else😅MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

"Yeonjun?" I heard her soft voice that ran down my ear like honey and pulling me out of my dream land.

"Mh...?" I grumbled as I let my head fall onto her shoulder.

"Why are you suddenly getting hard again?"

I had to laugh. She really didn't seem to understand the effect she had on me.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to have sex with you all night long." I said back and lifted my head from her shoulder again.

Sumi caught her lower lip between her teeth, which I would have liked to do for her.

"I have to go back to college tomorrow..." She said and I swear my heart exploded. She was so goddamn cute.

So my lips quickly found their way back to hers.

The kiss quickly became deeper. My hands flew down her back to her ass, which I gave a quick slap.

Sumi immediately tensed up and I smiled into the kiss.

She tasted so sweet, so sensually divine...I wanted her to move again. So I slapped her butt again. It wasn't strong, but the clap echoed through my apartment. Sumi moaned into my mouth and I willingly devoured her sound.

I remembered her request. She wanted me to be dominant...then she should get it!

“On all fours!" I demanded as we separated to take a breath.

I wanted to try every position with her, no matter how dirty it seemed...I wanted to take us both to heaven…nothing more and nothing less.

"What?" Sumi asked and we made eye contact. I swallowed and prayed to God she really wanted me to be dominant.

So I pushed her hips away from me so that I came out of her wonderfully hot center. Careful I wouldn't push her off of the couch, I pushed her to the side. Sumi fell onto the couch with her left shoulder and looked at me a little surprised.

I climbed back onto the couch with my legs, grabbed her hips and skillfully turned her so that her round and damn perfect ass was facing me.

"Yeonjun!" She uttered in surprise as I positioned myself behind her and clamped my hard cock between her butt cheeks.

"Baby, didn't we agree on a name?" I murmured before I began pushing and pulling my erection between her ass cheeks.

That alone felt almost too much. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. The sight before me was way too sinful.

"You...you want to do it like that?" Sumi asked, turning her head back towards me. We made eye contact.

"On all fours!" I demanded again, making sure my voice sounded a little more threatening.

Sumi seemed to study me briefly before turning her head forward and pushing her hips up higher. Her chest remained on the sofa, which only made the image in front of me even more insane.

“Fuck, Sumi, you’re so incredibly sexy!" I whispered as I gave her another slap on the butt, now a little harder than before. I heard her whimper and I had to grin.

My hand flew around my erection. I couldn't resist moving it up and down as my second hand moved down Sumis back. "Say it! Who am I?"

"Daddy!"

I was surprised at her quick response. My hand on her stopped at the back of her neck. The ends of her hair there were damp. We were both sweating profusely.

"Good girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?” I whispered. I was starting to like the idea of being called by that name.

"...Yes..." I heard Sumi quietly, so I leaned my upper body over her. While I made myself even harder with my hand.

"You need to speak louder." I whispered in her ear. I felt her thrust her hips towards me as she whimpered again.

"I...feel empty, Daddy." Sumi murmured, apparently a little shy. I licked my lips before letting my front teeth scrape across her shoulder.

I thought I heard her swearing.

"Poor girl, you feel empty? Got nothing in you, huh?” I whispered in her ear again and Sumi nodded.

Even though I didn't see her expression, I still knew what she must look like right now. Impatient, pleading... submissive sexy.

"Do you want Daddy to fill you so you can see stars?" I asked.

"God! Yes Yeon-...Daddy I need you!" Sumi moaned. I needed her too.

Immediately my hand on my cock positioned my tip at her entrance.

I arched my upper body back as I slowly pushed into her.

And God, the feeling of her welcoming me into her was heavenly.

Her soft, wet walls twitched around me. Her tight heat enclosed me perfectly. She really was made for me.

I quickly sank deeper and had to hang my head. On the one hand because I wanted to see myself disappearing into her and on the other hand because it felt so incredibly good...Like she was sucking me in.

"Shit Sumi, this is crazy!" I muttered as I closed my eyes to concentrate on not cumming too quickly. It took me a moment to get myself under control before I opened my eyes again and admired the sensual image before me. My fingers dug deeper into the skin of her hips on their own.

“Gooooooood Yeonjun!” she moaned as I slowly pulled out of her again.

"What was that?" I asked, signing my question with another slap on her butt. She immediately pushed her hips towards me more, bringing me a little deeper into her again.

"Daddy!" She moaned again and I had to grin. I would be lying if I said the name didn't turn me on, but she really really seemed to like it when I was dominant.

I thrust my pelvis forward again, deeper into her pulsating wetness.

Then I ran my hands down her sides until my chest touched her back.

Sumi whimpered like a wounded deer beneath me as I breathed into her ear and pulled my pelvis back again.

Damn I felt her so close and real to me. I felt her wet skin and the heat of her body. I was about to dive completely into her sensuality as my pelvis jerked forward again.

"Tell me your naughtiest fantasy, I'll make it come true!" I murmured in her ear as I pulled my pelvis back again.

The feeling inside me was difficult to describe. I was no longer just chasing my climax, but hers. I wanted her to feel so good that she would forget everything. I wanted her to cum so hard around me, that she would never think of any other boy than me.

My pelvis became faster as I braced myself on either side of her, no longer able to hold my body without support. Lost in her heat and her sounds, her smell and her body.

Sumi didn't answer and just as I was about to say something, I felt her small hand over mine. She pulled it far forward and finally bent it to her throat.

"Choke me!" I heard her and I lost touch to reality. The beast in me took over again. Instantly the pace of my pelvis doubled as I lined my hand to the base of her neck and squeezed lightly, experimentally.

Sumi immediately became louder. She lifted her head back and I buried my nose into her hair.

Fuck, that was by far...very far the best sex of my life.

I didn't squeeze her throat hard. When I thought it was getting too hard I immediately let go of her briefly, waited two breaths and enclosed her small throat again.

I noticed Sumi getting wetter than before and I felt myself starting to twitch uncontrollably inside her. I couldn't even breathe properly as Sumi throbbed around me more and more.

If the couch is moved tomorrow I wouldn't be surprised. I no longer had control of my pelvis. I fucked her so hard the sofa was shaking.

"So good-Ah! Fuck! Just a little more!" Sumi moaned. Her pelvis collided sinfully loudly with mine. The wet slaps of our bodies only turned me on even more.

"Cum! Cum around me!" I whispered into her red blushing ear.

“Oh god, Yeonjun-fuck-ah!” Sumi moaned so loudly that I was afraid my neighbors would hear her.

I squeezed her neck a little tighter again and started nibbling on her ear.

"Yeonjun-ah! I'm coming! Daddy! I-ah I cuUUUMM!" and I felt it clearly.

She twitched violently, my sign to let go, too. That didn't take very long. All it took was four or five thrusts to reach my own climax.

I could get used to the feeling of cumming deep inside her. The way her tight, twitching walls were...I couldn't describe it any other way...milking me was too good to be true. The way our juices mixed and my body reacted to it - incredible. So intense, so strong.

Sumis hips sank as I lowered my upper body onto her, gasping for air.

I felt my strength vanishing, my heart would have an attack if I continued to give in to this feeling inside me. In front of my closed eyes, things crackled brighter and darker every now and then.

"Yeonjun..." Sumi pulled me out of my world of strong feelings and I supported myself a little more.

Only then did I realize that I was still holding her throat. I quickly released my hand and rested it next to her shoulder.

As a result, I lifted up with the last of my strength in my arms and pulled myself out of her.

That was it...I didn't think I could get hard again. I quickly sat down because my arms felt like jelly.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as I wiped my damp hair from my forehead.

Sumi lay in front of me as if she were dead, the only thing that convinced me that she wasn't was her rapid breathing.

"I...hah...I'm...hah...fine." she gave me an answer and I had to smile. She was probably even weaker than I was right now.

After all, that was really good, intense sex.

Tonight I would be able to sleep well and I would somehow manage to get Sumi into my bed so that we could sleep together, because the feeling of having to hug her grew within me.

Sumi POV:

I saw stars. Everything around me was spinning. My muscles weren't really working anymore. I thought about getting up, but I couldn't. So I lay motionless on Yeonjun's sofa.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I heard his voice quietly. Then his hands on the backs of my knees, which slowly moved higher.

Oh no!

Please not another round!

I wouldn't be able to do that physically and mentally!

“Yeonjun, I...hah...can’t do it anymore!" I protested as I at least lifted my head and turned to him.

He smiled warmly at me: "Don't worry little one, me neither."

His hands went back down and then back up again. I allowed myself to close my eyes and hang my head again.

His touch was unexpectedly gentle and warming.

I heard Yeonjun's breathing slowly calming down. I also managed to quickly get my breathing back under control. But unfortunately I then noticed how incredibly tired my eyes were.

"Are you still hungry?" I heard Yeonjun as his hands got stuck in the back of my knees.

"Mhhh!" I simply replied, which made Yeonjun chuckle.

I heard him moving behind me, shortly afterwards I noticed something above me. Something fluffy that covered my entire body. Tired, I raised my head again and turned back to Yeonjun. A light, soft blanket lay over me and Yeonjun was just putting on his boxers.

"I'll order quickly." He muttered after adjusting his boxers and grabbing his phone.

The blanket above me gave me such an indescribably calming feeling that I found the strength to turn around on my back.

I didn't know what that was or what we had just done here again, but I didn't…really wanted to run away. I felt tired but safe. The big blanket above me was so cozy, so that I could fall asleep easily...and happily.

My eyes wouldn't leave the man at the end of the sofa. His hair was messy and damp at the back of his neck. Under the soft lighting in the room, his skin shone across his lean, muscular body.

Yeonjun's eyes found mine after a moment: "What pizza do you want?"

"Just order me a salami pizza." I said and Yeonjun grinned sideways before looking at his display again.

The moment just didn't seem real, as if we had just had incredible, breathtaking sex. It felt sureal.

When Yeonjun finally put his phone away, my head was flooding with thoughts again.

-Hopefully our parents would never find out!

-Why did that feel so good?

-Why was Yeonjun so incredibly attractive right now?

-Did I really just do that because of a deal?

"Hey!", Yeonjun brought me out of my thoughts, "Stop thinking so much."

His eyes were bigger than usual.

"If you think too much again, you'll regret it again." He said gently.

I smiled before closing my eyes and exhaling in defeat. Was I really that easy to read?

Shortly afterwards I felt a large hand on mine. I opened my eyes the moment Yeonjun leaned over me and placed my hand on his cheek.

"I don't want you to regret it, come on." He grumbled as his chest lowered to my thighs.

He rested his chin just above my middle: "Well, I thought it was great."

I giggled as I placed my second hand on his free cheek.

"Don't worry...I don't think I’ll regret that." I said and Yeonjuns eyes flashed.

He immediately raised himself to his forearms: "Really?"

Ok...that was...kinda sweet.

I simply nodded before brushing some strands of hair from his forehead.

There was a brief silence between us as I tried to fix his hair.

"Sumi?" He finally asked quietly as I pulled my hands out of his hair and we looked at each other.

"Hm?"

"Slide over."

I raised an eyebrow as Yeonjun straightened further. I hesitantly moved a little closer to the back of the sofa.

He immediately climbed onto the spot which I had freed and layed down next to me.

I looked at him confused. I wasn't expecting that at all.

"What?" Yeonjun asked. The gentle smile on his lips invited me to snuggle up to him.

Wait…was I actually just thinking about that. Well I mean we just had sex…the line of physical contact...was overcome anyway.

"I heard girls were into aftercare." Yeonjun murmured and shortly afterwards I noticed his big hand above the blanket on my waist.

Somehow I knew what he was planning to do when he told me to make room. Plus, aftercare really sounded heavenly. That might make the sex seem even less like a quick fuck...

Feeling the warmth of his hand, I turned completely onto the side and closed my eyes.

Why not giving in?

I slowly jerked my head closer to Yeonjun.

It didn't take long before I felt his forehead against mine. His warm, calm breath gently brushed against my face. His hair tickled my forehead, but the feeling of snuggling even closer to him grew.

My head seemed to be the last part of my body that still felt uncomfortable being so close to him, but every cell in the rest of my body sank deeper into the warmth of his body, which was so close to me.

Yeonjun's arm slowly moved further around me.

"If you like, I can also run a bath." He murmured quietly and pulled me closer to him.

I finally buried my nose under his cheek and took a deep breath.

"I just want to lie here." I said. The words came out of my mouth in a blur. The tiredness inside me was only increased by his body heat. When Yeonjun finally started drawing small circles on my back, my eyes became so heavy that I could fell asleep right there.

I never thought I would feel...honestly...so…so comfortable in Yeonjun's arms.

"The pizza won't be here for another 30-40 minutes. You can sleep until then." Yeonjun whispered and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

My heart fluttered and I had to swallow my joy. I just felt so incredibly good, so liberated, so carefree, like I never have to worry about anything in the whole wide world ever again. The security that Yeonjun gave me in that moment was almost as satisfying as the sex.

With this good feeling, I felt myself sinking into dreamland with a smile on my lips.

*

"Sumi?" I heard a voice that enveloped my ear canal like soft velvets.

I blinked a few times as a warm hand lightly stroked my shoulder.

The first thing I saw was anything but a shock. Yeonjun was still lying next to me. A smile on his lips and eyes that looked at me so gently that I wanted to go back snuggling into his chest and continued sleeping, but Yeonjun interrupted my train of thought: "The pizza is here. You're probably still hungry, right?"

I blinked up at him sleepily: ''Hm?''

Yeonjun's smile widened a little before he straightened up and sat down with his back facing me.

''Pizza.'' he dragged out the word.

I rubbed my eyes as I slowly propped myself up on one forearm. My body felt sleepy.

''Here.'' Yeonjun said and I looked at him. He had a black clothing in his hand which he handed to me. ''Put something on, I want to eat and not get horny again.'' He murmured as he held the material closer to me. His eyes wandered down at me and only then I noticed that the blanket above me was no longer covering my breasts.

I quickly grabbed the black fabric and unfolded it.

I heard Yeonjun chuckle softly as he turned around and leaned over to the small coffee table.

While he was busy at the table, I put on the black T-shirt that was way too big for me and probably belonged to Yeonjun. He was also dressed, the same gray sweatpants with pieces of camouflage sewn into them and a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little.

Then an unknown smell hit my nose, which smelled a lot like pizza.

''I hope you drink Fanta.'' Yeonjun spoke up and turned to me.

''Hm? Yes, of course.'’ I retorted as I sit up. Since I still didn't have any underwear on, I pulled the blanket with me and finally put it around my waist, when my feet touched the ground.

On the small table in front of us were two pizza boxes that Yeonjun had already opened. And two glasses in which he just filled some Fanta.

''How long did I sleep?'' I asked as I ran my hand through my hair to fix it a bit. Yeonjun clicked on his phone next to his pizza box.

''It's 8:70 p.m. I don't know when you fell asleep.'' he said. My gaze lingered on him, even as he picked up his glass and took a sip.

So the idea of spending the night with him... seemed to become a reality after all.

Without saying a word, Yeonjun grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Shortly afterwards he looked at me and raised an eyebrow since my eyes were still on him.

''What?'' he asked and I had to shake my head briefly.

''Nothing...everything's good.'' I replied as my eyes fell on my salami pizza.

It was really surreal to fall asleep here on Yeonjun's sofa and wake up again next to him. I still don't have the feeling like I wanted to run away.

''Do you feel like watching a movie again?'' Yeonjun asked as I separated the first slice from my pizza.

''I do not care. Look at what you want, I just want to eat." I said before taking my first bite. Yeonjun had a broccoli and chicken pizza, with a lot of cheese that looked pretty tasty too.

''Do you want to taste it?'' he asked when he noticed my eyes on his pizza.

My eyes went back up to him as I took my second bite. Yeonjun started to smile.

''Yes or no?'' he asked and my eyes fell back on his pizza. Before I even said a word, Yeonjun separated a piece of his pizza and placed it on the spot of my pizza, whose piece I was currently holding in my hand. Immediately afterwards he tore off a piece of my pizza and put it in his box.

''Hey!'' I protested.

''I just gave you something of mine, I deserve a piece of yours!'' he mumbled back before taking a piece of his pizza and taking a bite.

My gaze lingered on him for a moment before I took my next bite.

''Yeonjun?''

''Hm?''

''Were you serious before?'' I asked and Yeonjun's eyes shifted to me.

''What exactly?'' he asked and I put down my small remaining pizza slice.

''That...if we take over our parents' companies, we'll merge?''

Yeonjun began to grin with full cheeks before staring back at the TV.

''We already have merged.'' he said after swallowing his bite of pizza. I raised an eyebrow. Now what did he mean by that?

''I told you about the hook. If you liked it, we'll join forces," he said and I felt heat rising to my cheeks.

''I'm assuming you liked it.'' Yeonjun jokes, playfully poking me in the side as I grabbed my pizza slice again and stuffed it all in my mouth, in order not to respond to Yeonjun's statement.

*

I brushed my freshly blow-dried hair. Unfortunately, my hair smelled like men's shampoo, but I was glad that Yeonjun allowed me to wash my hair with his shampoo anyway. Then I wouldn't have to frantically do this in the dorm tomorrow morning. After all, I would be sleeping here tonight and probably arriving at the dorm at the last minute tomorrow. The black T-shirt that Yeonjun had given me earlier, which was far too big for me, hung loosely on my freshly showered body. I only wore my underwear underneath. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I already didn't like the dark red spot on my lower neck. I already didn't like the dark red spot on my lower neck. I'll have to hide it somehow for the next few days. Absent minded about what options there were to cover up this hickey, I touched the sore spot. My cheeks became noticeably redder as I almost felt Yeonjun's teeth in that spot again. I had to take a breath and drop my hand again.

Oh man! You're such an idiot, Sumi! Don't be so horny all the time!

I tried to concentrate on something else as I continued to brush through my already straight, tangled-free hair.

I had washed off my make-up, so the growing dark circles under my eyes were clearly visible. Yet the whites of my eyes shone clear and bright. My lips seemed darker than normal...so...to be honest I looked pretty good...even without make-up...which was pretty rare.

I had brushed my teeth with Yeonjun earlier. He was kind enough to give me his spare toothbrush, which was still packed. I took another deep breath and placed the brush in my hand down.

I would sleep in Yeonjun's bed...with Yeonjun right next to me. I never thought it would ever come to this. Still, deep down I seemed to like the idea. So it didn't feel like it was a quickie or I was a slut who gave herself up to everyone.

So I slowly turned around and walked towards the exit of the bathroom, which, like the rest of Yeonjun's apartment, was neat and nicely decorated.

I turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom. The only light came from the bedroom, whose door was wide open and right next to the bathroom.

With bare feet I padded across the bright tiles and stopped in the entrance to the bedroom.

Yeonjun was lying on the bed, under the dark brown blanket, one arm tucked behind his head, the other scrolling through his phone. When he noticed me, he looked up.

His bed was big enough to fit three people. And the space next to him looked invitingly cozy.

''What is it potato? Not tired yet?'' Yeonjun asked, pulling my gaze from the free half of the bed to him. He grinned at me. The phone lay flat on his stomach, his hand over it.

''No...I...'' I mumbled, lost in thought as I carefully made my way further into the room, looking at the side of the bed that seemed to be intended for me.

Would I really lie down next to Yeonjun right now?

Well, I guessed...what we had already done was more intimate than laying down next to him and sleeping. Plus, the bed was big enough so there wouldn't be too much body contact.

''Close the door behind you.'' Yeonjun asked and I raised my gaze to him again. He just put his phone on the nightstand next to him.

''I sleep better when the door is closed.'' he continued as I was already closing the door and thus locked myself in here.

I gathered courage and walked quickly to the bed.

I folded the blanket over so I could lie down on the mattress and was surprised at how much it gave way under me. I couldn't stop the little surprised noise that escaped me. I heard Yeonjun giggle behind me.

''Oh yes, I should have warned you, this is a waterbed.'' he explained as I put my hand next to my hip and pressed on the mattress. Could you even call it that? Mattress...?

It gave in under my hand, rocking the pillows in the process. I had to smile. That felt good. Although I had never slept on a waterbed in my life, I was immediately sure that I would sleep well here.

''I thought you wouldn't come out of the bathroom at all.'' Yeonjun mumbled. I heard him turn next to me and I looked at him.

He had turned onto his right side and thus towards me. He had one arm tucked under his cheek. His pitch-black hair hung tangled over his pillow and over his forehead. His dark eyes seemed so inviting that I just had to fall into the pillows. With my back to him, of course.

His gaze was just too strangely warm that I had to avoid it. I snuggled up in the blanket and made myself comfortable on the large pillow, which was covered in a cream-colored cover and smelled like it had been freshly washed. The water mattress gave way beneath me, rocking my entire body back and forth.

''I won't turn off the light until you turn to me.'' I heard Yeonjun's quiet, deep voice. Immediately afterwards a hand above the blanket on my waist.

I narrowed my eyes. Even though Yeonjun's warmth on the couch earlier was so inviting and soothing...it seemed to be something different now.

At least that's what my head thought.

''Yeonjun?''

''Hm?''

''I want to sleep and not cuddle with you.''

Then a short silence. Then I heard the rustling of bedding behind me. I jumped violently, when I suddenly felt Yeonjun's breathing in my ear.

''Little one...we had sex, do you think cuddling is that bad now?” he whispered softly in my ear. When I immediately felt his warm tongue on the outside of my ear, I suddenly turned on my back. My gaze was immediately caught by Yeonjun's dark, warm eyes.

''I don't want to risk you getting hard again.'' I said and put a hand on his chest. I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by the position of him currently towering over me at my side.

His hair fell fluffy over his forehead and ended just above his eyelashes. And those big, dark eyes were so damn inviting.

''We both have to accept the risk.'' he murmured as he got closer to my face. The warmth of his large body against my side gave me a pleasant goosebump.

Before I knew it, his warm, full lips were on mine. My eyes immediately closed. It was strange how quickly my body gave way under him and how my heart beat faster every time he is close to me.

The kiss wasn't deep or long, but it left me feeling like I was under hypnosis.

''Don't worry, I've had enough for today. I really just want to cuddle." He said as the tip of his nose traced small circles across my cheek. I couldn't help but smile.

I never thought Yeonjun would be such a softie.

''Okay, fine. Then spoon me from behind. I'm just lying comfortably." I gave in and opened my eyes again, as Yeonjun's body heat left me.

I just saw him curl onto his side of the bed and turn off the light switch on the wall.

The darkness immediately enveloped us. Not even a small light shone through the drawn curtains. Everything was so quiet except for the rolling and rustling that came from Yeonjun's direction. I also turned back onto my right side and immediately found a comfortable position.

Shortly afterwards I felt a cool breeze on my back. It was definitely the blanket that was lifting, because I felt Yeonjun's warm chest without a blanket between us, on my back. Shortly afterwards, his actually quite cold hand wrapped itself around my stomach and pressed me close to him.

I giggled as I felt the tips of his bangs against my neck.

''See. It's not so bad, huh?" Yeonjun murmured and pressed a small kiss to my left shoulder.

''Yes...if you stop talking now, I can even sleep." I mumbled back and Yeonjun giggled softly before I heard him take a deep breath. His arm around me relaxed slightly as his knees rose and tangled slightly with mine.

I couldn't get the smile off my face even if I tried. It was actually nice to lie with him like that. I felt...safe? Was that the best word to describe my emotional state?

Suddenly Yeonjuns fingers traced gentle patterns across my stomach and that's when I knew it.

It was the right word.

Safe...

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[the-starry-seas]

Hi ! I absolutely adore the tidbit you shared a few days ago in a WIP game about U'Rajya and Fury talking about tusken sign language. And I need to ask, do you have any more headcanon on this language ? Because I looove how you wrote about it and would adore to know more ☺️

(of course feel free to ignore this ask if you want !)

Oh, hi! Sure! I'll put this under a readmore since it got a bit long :)

There's not a universal sign language. While many signs are the same across Tatooine, there are also many many regional variants! Most tribes' variants are mutually intelligible, as they have have a shared vocabulary of around 50-70%. Most of the shared signs have to do with trading, weather conditions, and travel hazards.

Visitors to a tribe will adopt their host's variant signs during the visit as a sign of respect. Refusing to learn their sub-language, and insisting on sticking to your own, is considered very insulting. Some allowances are made for Tuskens with aphasia or similar conditions. Those individuals will often have others communicate on their behalf.

There is a specific sign that accompanies insults to make it clear that it's meant as such. If a stranger says something insulting without that sign accompanying it, they will be asked for clarification. Usually it's a word that means something innocuous (or even complimentary!) in the stranger's variant language.

Most signs are one-handed, including all emergency and medical signs. It's very important to Tuskens that signs to request aid can be understood by all other tribes. They will be honoured without hesitation or question. Signing for aid, only to ambush those trying to help you, is one of the highest crimes in their culture.

Universal signs are typically very straightforward and simple, so they can be more easily understood. Variant signs tend to be more poetic in nature, and are composed of more gestures.

It's not only a way to communicate, but an art form. Poetic signs are chosen very carefully. Like the gestures of hula dancing, they're meant to evoke certain images and feelings in the people listening.

Sign language is always gender-neutral. Spoken language may be neutral or gendered according to the wishes of the person being addressed.

Many signs are based on the physical appearance of an object. The sign for 'bantha' is the index finger starting at the temple and curling around the side of the head to the ear, the approximate shape of bantha horns. The sign for 'home' is two hands pointing together like the pitch of a tent, then both hands coming to the chest over their heart.

There's several ways to say "I have so much fucking sand in my robes UGH".

Compound words are much more common than coming up with dedicated new words. The sign for 'heatstroke', for example, literally translates to 'sun death'.

Many words for offworlder things, speeders for example, are loan words.

Most words for the oceans/marine life have been largely forgotten as there's no use for them any more. Like how the average modern person has no idea what the parts of a loom are called, despite how ubiquitous home-woven clothes were five hundred years ago.

One exception is "he thinks he'll be a rich fisherman". A colloquial term for someone who keeps dreaming about grandeur instead of being practical, and comes off as a bit delusional. Not describing an optimist, more like the Tusken equivalent of 'he has his head in the clouds'. This is a disapproving and rather passive-aggressive term, but not fully derogatory.

Words for other forms of water (rainfall, lakes, rivers, etc) still exist in both practical and poetic forms. As both groundwater and rain are incredibly rare on Tatooine, many poetic terms for lovers are related to water. Calling your partner a raincloud isn't saying that they're a downer - instead it means that they bring the speaker water and life!

Rather than using intensifiers, a sign is repeated for emphasis. Instead of saying "it's very hot out", the 'hot' would be signed twice.

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Ethan focused on getting his one leg free to kick the leg out from under Wyatt. As soon as his leg was free, however, Wyatt punched him in the abs deep and hard. Ethan was forced to double over in pain from the force and ferocity of the punch. Wyatt used that to knee Ethan in the back with both knees as he slowly and methodically pulled Ethan into a bow and arrow submission hold. However, knowing the hold was mostly for show, Wyatt added the extra humiliation of having Ethan choke himself with his left arm. Wyatt pulled down on Ethan's arm as well as his legs as he pressed forward with his knees. Ethan nearly choked on his own spit as he was forced into the hold. The pain radiated from Ethan's lower back. "Every time you think you will escape, I will lock you into another hold and slowly choke you to the point of consciousness," Wyatt plainly stated to Ethan. Ethan finally released a loud cry of agony as Wyatt's knees dug into his lower back which had already been tenderized by Wyatt earlier. The sheer volume and pain that came from Ethan's throat sent Wyatt back to hearing that same cry echo through the high school courtyard nearly 18 years ago. As Wyatt ran towards the cry, he saw the image that still haunts him to this day and seared his hatred for Ethan deep into his soul. Wyatt could still see his good friend Andrew on the ground with four jocks around him kicking him relentlessly as they called him faggot, fairy, pansy, cocksucker, and every other derogatory name for gay you could think of. Wyatt made a beeline for his good friend whom he had known since they were 4 years old. With a raging cry, Wyatt tackled the ringleader of the group and started beating him in the face with his fists. The other three guys were caught off guard and by the time they descended upon Wyatt, the ringleader was out cold on the grass. Wyatt tried to fight the other three, but they eventually overwhelmed him. Two of them held Wyatt by his arms and legs, while the third punched him in the stomach repeatedly until he started coughing up blood. Wyatt stared defiantly at the one punching him and demanded to know why they targeted Andrew calling him all those names. The dude just laughed and explained how they were doing Ethan a favor after Ethan had told them about Andrew being gay. They said Ethan expressed being uncomfortable with having Andrew on the same wrestling team and sharing locker space with him. As they continued to punch Wyatt in the face and stomach, the jock explained that they were going to make sure that Andrew quit the team because gays had no place in sports. Wyatt then asked if Ethan had asked them to do this. The leader, who had come to and joined his friends, held Wyatt by the hair, and spat in his face with a reply of, "Duh! We look out for our own," as he knocked out Wyatt with an overhand cross straight to his cheek.  Wyatt reflexively moved his jaw as he recalled the events that started his journey. He pulled even harder on Ethan's arm and legs to relish the cry coming from Ethan. Wyatt grinned coldly, "This is only the start...."

[svpine]

⤑  renée elise goldsberry,  53,  cis woman,  she/her  𓇢𓆸  my my, if it isn't  ivy lightfoot, my favorite  pretender  in town.  you know,  though people say they can be rather  obsessive and  judgmental,  i know they’re really  caring  and  organized.  but hey, what do i know?  i’ve only known them for  26 years.  if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them working as a  teacher & coach  at  blackwater community school.

BASICS 

full name: ivy yvonne lightfoot née ackney   hometown: baltimore, md   sexuality: bisexual   birthday: february 27   zodiac: pisces sun, aries moon, virgo rising  height: 5’7”  marital status: married children: 2; atlas (deceased) & pandora  traits: calm, caring, organized, judgmental, obsessive, resentful 

BACKGROUND tw death of a child, mentions of religion/religious trauma

born to an upper middle class family in maryland, ivy was the oldest of three and the only girl

her upbringing was relatively uneventful, she got good grades and was an incredible volleyball player

she was captain of her high school team and was recruited to play at university of texas

she excelled there and was very much Student Athlete (derogatory) vibes, hyper-focused on her sport and on staying fit

then ivy was part of the 1992 barcelona olympic team where she received a bronze medal

she didn't make it onto the 1996 team and this sent her into a big time spiral

she was aimless for awhile, not really sure what to do with herself, then she met her husband... her brought her to god and into his life with the church and suddenly? she had a Purpose again

all that insane student athlete energy she put into becoming an idealized wife and, eventually, mother, maintaining the family image became her new sport

she started teaching math to the high schoolers at blackwater community school and coaches a group of kids in volleyball because it will always be her first love

everything sort of started to fall apart a few years ago when her son, atlas, died; ivy loves and is obsessed with her children and this shook her

it shook her faith, it (obviously) shook her family, it shook up her whole life

the one constant she had (the church, god etc.) had failed her, no amount of prayer could bring back her son

she's still very much deep in her grief, but the facade that was shaken is back up, she's still dedicated to saving face and keeping up appearances because it's the only thing she can control

PERSONALITY

to the public, she's vibrant and confident and dedicates herself to her family and her community and her husband's congregation

in private, she is straight up... not having a good time

she feels haunted by her son's death and she's not really sure she even believes in god anymore (though she will NOT be telling her husband that)

she's worried about her daughter constantly, even more overprotective now than she was previously

she kind of just goes through the motions of life at this point, works and goes to church and gives what she can to the community bc she still cares SO much about all her obligations even though she doesn't feel life fulfilling them

very friendly, probably very well-known in the community, is always doing what she can for neighbors etc.

she has insomnia now, can't ever get more than 3 hours max at night and it is usually much less

and when she does sleep, she has nightmares which only makes her want to Not sleep

keeping up appearances (she's a pro by now) and puts all of her energy into seeming Normal

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