#it's also my day off so. i have time to draw more

[dreamersparacosm]

jeon jungkook - bad intentions

warnings ; nsfw (18+!!!!!!), unprotected sex

prompt ; in which a TikTok edit sparks a desire to get absolutely destroyed by your boyfriend.

note ; hey… heyyyy *opens door* um idk what this is but I’m back with a new fandom and this random piece of writing. this is my formal request to join the bts fandom pls xoxo i promise im fun and can write hellish smut

It’s cruel that you live with someone as attractive as your boyfriend.

It’s even more evil that the world posts TikTok edits of your boyfriend to seductive songs that make your underwear soak through with arousal.

All that to say, you’re not really making your life any easier by watching every single one that stumbles across your For You Page.

You have been better. It was a slow Sunday: one where your boyfriend sits perched on your shared living room couch, mindlessly playing with his lip ring as he watches some Netflix show. It’s nice having him like this, all for you, in a space you two built for yourselves. But you, you’re in the bedroom, aimlessly scrolling through an app that has taken up more than enough of your time and perfectly curated content about your boyfriend and this silly little band he’s in.

But it’s when, and only when, you stumble across an edit of your boyfriend to a The Weeknd song, that you shoot up in your bed, blink rapidly, inhale a sharp breath. Your heart catches in your throat, does that stupid little flutter thing. And then.. the clench that follows down below. You replay it once, twice… a third time.

Don’t be weird. Do not be thirsty.

But, he is yours. That much, you do know.

You close the app, delete the page off your phone. It’s not like you two have a boring sex life, he takes care of you and you never feel dissatisfied. In fact it’s rather the opposite. This one time being two nights ago when he had your legs up on… never mind. You look at your black phone screen in disgust. Do not be a horny little freak.

Well, one last look at the edit won’t hurt.

You go back to the fan edit. Glance at it, slap your hand over your face, peek through your middle and ring finger. Fuck.

The arousal that had pooled before in your underwear was now a full-on ocean. Really, you should have more decorum than this. You don’t really want to bother Jungkook, he’s had a busy week with the boys… but it also has been two days since you two have had sex.

Fuck it.

You swing your legs off the bed, shuffle down the hallway of your apartment. You spot your boyfriend lounging on the couch, his back to you. Even from where you stand, you can see his build, his biceps.. Gosh. You sound like a hormonal teenage girl.

You creep up behind him, wrap your arms around his neck and press a few sloppy kisses down it. His hand flies up to caress your arm that’s hung around his neck, a little laugh leaving his mouth, “Well, hello to you too.”

You decide then and there in that moment: You’re going to die if you don’t have him. Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but you’ve lost all strength.

“Hi,” your voice is frail, weak even, as you kiss along his jaw. He sucks in a deep breaths, fingers drawing circles on your arm. His eyes are glued to the television screen like if he looks anywhere else, he might combust.

You detach your arms from around him, moving to the front, blocking his perfect view of the screen. He looks up at you with those doe eyes you love so damn much. One look at you and he gathers quickly there will be no more watching of television.

With little words, you straddle him, knees on either side of his thighs. Jungkook feels up your thighs, smirks a little, “What did I do to earn this right now?”

You are well aware of how needy and desperate you look right now, but that doesn’t matter. You let out a little sigh, pushing your lips onto his. For some reason, you feel like some little fangirl who is hooking up with her celebrity crush. The cold metal from his lip ring is a welcomed feeling, and you place your hands on his neck, feeling the structure and heat of his skin. God, you are going to cum just from this kiss if you keep it up.

Pulling away a little, you look into his eyes, “Nothing specifically… I just…”

You sigh, go back in to kissing him again. Those plump pink lips of his work against yours, shivers running down your spine as he runs his hands up and down your bare thighs. “Just what, baby?” He speaks in a low tone in between the incessant kissing.

“I’m so fucking horny,” You admit.

Upon the minute those words leave his mouth, you feel his cock begin to press against your inner thigh. You’ve got him right where you want him. And it’s not that this isn’t normal; it is. But you’ve essentially offered yourself up to him on a silver platter and the act of desperation you got going on right now is really doing it for him.

“Hmm?” He hums against your lips, his hands roaming underneath your shirt to trace your spine. And you could marry him right now for being so quick to go along with it. For not pushing you, for letting you set the pace.

You start to grind yourself down on him, the wetness soaking through your pajama shorts you have on. It is criminal how much you need this man inside of you, now. “What do you need from me, baby?” He starts to kiss down your neck as light whimpers exit your throat from the friction of your shorts on his grey sweatpants.

“N-nothing,” You exhale out. “Let me ride you.”

“Fuck.” He groans out.

“You need me that bad?” He brushes a strand of hair off your shoulder, kisses down your supple skin.

“Yes, please,” Your voice cracks. You can’t take it anymore; you think you might combust into a million little pieces.

“Well, go on, my love,” He removes his lips from your skin, smirks, sits back against the couch. “Have me.”

He does not need to tell you twice. There’s no time for pleasantries. You move your legs off his, lower down his sweatpants enough for you to be able to access his boxers. You kick off your shorts, leaving the underwear on; there’s not a single shred of a fuck left in you.

Jungkook is sat there, an amused look plastered on his face, mixed with a level of adoration you are not sure you have seen before. His arms have moved, now splayed out across the top of the couch, his biceps flexing. You straddle him again, remove his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers. Fuck, if you weren’t so ready for him, you would’ve taken him into your mouth.. but alas, no time to waste.

You push your panties to the side, rub your juices over his length. He lets out a little moan at that, watches you eagerly get ready to take him whole.

With a gasp, you align him to your entrance in search of relief. You engulf him, take him in inch by inch until you bottom out. Honestly, you could unravel just from that. “Holy fuck, baby,” His head falls back, eyes still glued to the sight of you fully taking him to the brim.

You never really do get used to how big he is; when you two first started dating, he stretched you out so wide you were certain you would never recover. Your bottom lip is sucked in between your top teeth, rushed exhales leaving your body as you slowly begin to move, begin to gyrate your hips and lift yourself up and down on his pulsing cock. “Oh my god,” You breathe out, hands moving to his broad chest, gripping onto him to steady yourself

He’s not doing much, besides just watching you in complete and utter awe, and yet that still takes your breath away. “You look so unbelievably sexy right now,” He says, barely even realizing the words leave his mouth, since they were mostly meant for his inner thoughts. His hands come around to land on your hips, the pads of his fingers pressing into the bone. There will definitely be a bruise there tomorrow.

You lull your head back, close your eyes tight. It’s all you can do to try and keep yourself together. You’re an absolute mess right now; pussy squelching with each stroke, his cock a mix of yours and his arousal. The only sounds that can be heard in the apartment are the slapping of skin and the moans that continually leave both of your mouths. “[Y/N]…” He moans out. You look at him, deep in those eyes that you love so much.

And there’s such… desire on his face, his pupils blown wide, his jaw slack. He is so undeniably hungry for you, and it’s going to kill you. You speed up your bounces, losing a little more control with each and every passing moment. Your arms snake around his neck, pull him even closer to you. “Fuck, I am so close,” You whisper out, mostly to calm yourself down.

“Yeah?” Is the only word he can muster right now. “Need you to cum for me. Want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It is all so filthy; the sounds, the look he’s giving you, the way your nails are digging into the flesh of his neck and leaving marks. Your half-lidded eyes meet his, gaze dropping down to his lips. You press a few sloppy kisses on them.

“You like this, hmm?” he asks, fingers digging even deeper into your hip bones that you’re certain he is leaving an imprint on your skull. “Having me like this ready for you? Does that get you off?”

His words elicit a clench around his cock, your walls tightening around him. He is absolutely correct. He knows he’s hit the mark. “Talk to me.” His tone is soft but threatening.

“Y-yes, it does. Oh my god, Kook..” You can barely think, any singular thought beside how incredible his cock feels inside you, how you can feel him penetrate your stomach with his entire length. “I’m gonna cum.”

It’s so close, it’s teetering on the edge. Every nerve ending in your body craves him to a point where you wonder if you need to be institutionalized. All you can see is that stupid edit made by that fan flash across your head, your brain unable to comprehend that that is the man you currently have inside of you. “Cum for me, darling..” He coos.

It nearly wrecks you, this orgasm. It washes over your entire being and you’re so loud you’re certain your neighbors will come knocking down your door. Your bounces go from focused to frantic, hips gyrating wildly, and he wraps an arm around your entire waist, picking you up lightly. He begins thrusting into you at a shallow, quick pace, chasing after his own release. Jungkook lets out a few grunts, eyes trained on the sight in front of him; and then he shudders, his cock throbs inside of you, head falling onto your shoulder as he feels himself empty out inside of you. You’re struggling to catch your breath, gripping onto the hair at the nape of his neck.

“My god..” You breathe out. You’re still sitting on him, cock warm inside you as he lifts his head from your shoulder, meets your fucked-out face.

“Baby, that was so incredibly hot, you have no idea,” His face is flushed, hand reaching up to caress your cheek. You entwine your arms and legs around him, holding him close, drawing him deeper into you. You stay there, hearts pounding in unison, as if they're each trying to break free from your chests, desperate to draw nearer. And still, even in this perfect closeness, you long to feel him even closer.

“Mhmm,” You hum out, quite content with yourself. You press a soft kiss to his lips.

“So… care to share what made you jump my bones?” He teases, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Oh, nothing…” You act coy, but the heat creeps onto your face regardless. He pokes your side, eliciting a giggle from you that has you folding like origami.

“Maybe… just saw a little something on TikTok..” You trace circles on his collarbone, avoiding his gaze.

“Continue.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Some girl made an edit of you..” It’s low when it leaves your mouth, he can barely hear it. “Just wanted to remind myself I can have you.. whenever I like.”

You bury your face into his neck in sheer embarrassment, feeling his warmth and the vibration as he chuckles. “You can have me whenever. I’m yours, baby.”

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[kianamaiart]

Not an ask more a vent, sorry, feel free to ignore. Love your work and PPPIDWTBAMG looks wonderful, am looking forward to the pilot and wish you all the success

sometimes... Being a creative person, hurts. Hurts in ways I still don't come to expect despite being in my 30s. I love seeing people succeed and I love being inspired to make more things myself. But some times, I just kind of, end up with some one thing creative, that I really love and have nowhere to put it... and I just keep getting reminded that I don't. The idea still, gives me joy, but it also, hurts. Like holding, desperately, onto a piece of coal that refuses to cool. And I'm reminded of that idea a lot, looking at idwtbamg. and I hate that it hurts, and I hate that I associate that hurt with your wonderful idea, and I want your idea to succeed. and so I hold the idea tighter... and it hurts, and it brightens my day, and I look forward to your amazing work, and all the fan works born from it.

i understand the feeling for sure

sorry if this is unsolicited advice (i don't want it to come off as toxic positivity or too sunshiny either) but i don't think you should get hung up on the "nowhere to put it" part. the thing about the internet is that, for better or worse lol, you can put anything on it!

make your project! write it out, draw it out, act it out, sing it out. then post it! this project as well as a lot of indie projects is in response to networks not picking up a lot of animated shows these days so people are taking their ideas into their own hands and sharing it with the world in different ways

doesn't hurt to try~

[damn-stark]

Dae-ho tic where him and reader always sabotage each others relationships/talking stages with other people because they want each other but are afraid to say it

4 attempts

Kang Dae-ho (player 388) x fem!reader

A/N- I giggled writing this!

Warning- Angst and fluff!!

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1st attempt-

This first sabotage was as simple as breathing. Maybe Dae-ho is being cocky, or your possible boyfriend was insecure, but it truly was a simple task. Dae-ho happened to catch that you were going to hang out at your house and he came stumbling by at your door.

“Dae-ho,” you stammer with surprise as you see him outside your door.

Said man smiles his charming smile and holds your gaze. “Hey, sorry for not calling beforehand but I was in the neighborhood and I had this,” he says as he shows off one of your favorite desserts, replacing your annoyance with temptation.

“You’re not going out right?” He follows his comment with a question he knows the answer to.

“No, but I have someone over. A date. Potential boyfriend,” you reveal, but it doesn’t bring him any surprise, he pretends to be shocked but he knows that too.

“Well I am your best friend,” he points out. “I need to meet him anyway. What harm can it bring?”

You contemplate his comment and also glance at the bag in his hand as if that delicious dessert is what is winning you over, but the truth is a part of you is relieved he’s here, interrupting this moment. You don’t let yourself accept that but you are and that part of yourself that is steps back to open the door wider so he may walk in.

When you close the door behind him your date interjects with a question as he walks over. “Who was it?”

When he makes it to the entrance of the house he comes to a sudden halt and straightens up as he sees Dae-ho at your side with a small smile that was too smug rather than friendly.

“Kang Dae-ho, her best friend,” he introduces himself and then gets closer to your date to offer him his hand.

Your date glances at his hand with his breath caught in his throat and then looks over at you with uncertainty before drawing out a deep breath and taking Dae-ho’s hand without meeting his eye.

“I am sorry for intruding,” Dae-ho doesn’t fail to be respectful as he makes himself at home right away and walks to the dining table to set his stuff down. “But I was in the neighborhood and bought some of her favorite dessert and well what friend would I be if I didn’t share?” Dae-ho says as you quickly join him while your date follows behind slowly, catching your eagerness that you failed to show him.

“However, I am sorry that I didn’t bring you any. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” your date quickly assures him as he finally reaches the table.

Dae-ho flashes him a faint smile before he reaches in the bag and pulls out a small box and napkin and hands it to you. He doesn’t finish there though, he pulls out a drink kept inside the bag and as if expecting it, you take it without so much as looking, letting your date know for certain what he needs to do.

So by morning, just as Dae-ho wanted, your date cut all communication with you with a blunt text.

——

2nd attempt-

Failing is hardly something you did. Sure you do fail from time to time, you are only human, but it’s not something you let slide often, but today…today was one of those days. You failed horribly.

“You’re his best friend, you know him more than anyone could so tell me honestly what he's like,” Dae-ho’s date tries to interrogate you out of genuine curiosity. With no ill intent. You recognize that with the way she carries herself, the way she acts, and the way she looks at him with genuine interest and affection. Maybe that’s what makes you fail or maybe it’s what she says next

”I really like him,” she says. “I just want to know if I'm wasting my time and getting my hopes up to later get them crushed.”

Your stomach twists and irritation rushes through your veins. You don’t even take time to question yourself if you want to shatter her feelings and stomp on her illusions, that irritation takes over before you know it.

“He may be my friend but,” you pause and take a step closer to her. “I have to be honest because no one else will,” you speak with a honey-laced voice. “He’s not particularly loyal. It may seem like that now but in a couple weeks he will be texting other girls. It happened last time.”

The girl’s lashes bat as she deals with the disappoint you just hit her with and steps away as she ducks her head.

“If only I warned you before you came,” you say as you reach over and pat her hand. “Just don’t tell him I told you so.”

You finish with a sweet smile and stroke her hand before you walk out a bit too overzealous, but how could you not be?

You might have failed at containing your…burning feelings, but what you told Dae-ho’s date worked because by the next day she asked him out for coffee and ended things with him.

——

3rd attempt-

Maybe it’s the men you date, or maybe men in particular happen to be more jealous than women but don’t dare to admit it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was Dae-ho stepping over the line. Again.

Whether he meant to or not it didn’t matter. You were at the concert of your favorite artist and Dae-ho happened to be there too. It was on purpose, he happened to like that artist too so why would he miss it?

Now you were at two separate sides of the stadium, but when it came down to it, when you were drunk off the excitement, Dae-ho made his way to you and there was no stopping either of you now.

You both sang at the top of your lungs, jumped, and danced like no one was watching when someone was. Your boyfriend. He was next to you, but with Dae-ho there and stepping over the line, singing with you, and dancing too close for comfort, it’s like your boyfriend didn’t exist. He didn’t even feel like a third wheel because he felt invisible.

Or you just didn’t care about him when it came to Dae-ho. Maybe Dae-ho is all you need. He’s all you care about—no, he’s the one person you care about most in this world so no one else can even be at his level.

It was easy to see, and it was even more obvious that Dae-ho recuperated those feelings with the way he looked at you so affectionately and beamed at you so brightly. He laughs at the little things you say and can never keep his eyes off you; it’s like he’s making sure nothing or no one causes you any harm.

He may be charming and look like he could not harm a fly, but anyone could see how protective Dae-ho was without having to even bare his teeth.

Yet that’s not what sent your boyfriend fleeing, it was a smaller fact. A gesture that could mean nothing but can also mean the world. You shared a drink. You had finished yours so Dae-ho said you could drink from his cup, and that’s what hurt your boyfriend the most because he looked down at his own cup and it was still halfway full, making it just enough to share with you, but you didn’t even look his way. Not even to ask to buy some more, so when he could, he broke up with you, giving Dae-ho a win.

——

Last attempt-

If things were simple you would be able to accept your feelings. You would be happy with the person you think about the most. The one person you love more than life itself, but here you are, with makeup running down your cheeks in a restaurant after a man you hardly liked confessed to cheating on you.

Maybe you should’ve expected it. It’s karma after what you’ve done to sabotage Dae-ho’s relationship, but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

As to why your boyfriend told you in a restaurant of all places? You don’t know, but it made it worse; knowing all the people are staring, and listening in to the drama that unfolded before them.

Yet your embarrassment is not what sends you fleeing. You could have walked out when you were collected and no longer had makeup staining your cheeks, but you can’t handle the pain, you can’t contain the ball of emotions that keeps growing and makes your throat and eyes burn, so you swiftly grab all your belongings and storm out of the restaurant. In doing so, on your way out, you bump into none other than your best friend Dae-ho.

At first, he didn’t recognize you, but it does hit him once you’re out the door that it was you. So with a quick dismissive comment over his shoulder to his date, he runs after you.

Dae-ho calls out to you as you storm away with your arms wrapped around your body to keep as much warmth as possible on this winter night, but you don’t stop, so without so much as thinking about his date, he runs after you to catch up. Once he’s close enough he grabs your shoulder before you can take another step and turns you around.

When you look him in the eye and realize it’s not your boyfriend but Dae-ho, you break down into a sob. “Dae-ho,” you mewl.

Said man looks at you like he’s been wounded and grabs your shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He quickly bombards you with questions.

You sniffle and part your lips. “My boyfriend, he—he.” You can’t even finish what you’re going to say because of how choked up you get, and he doesn’t wait or pester you to finish. He immediately wraps his arms around you and hugs you against him, basking you in his warmth and comfort.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he tries to soothe you as he rubs your back. “You’re going to be okay.”

You let out another shaky sob and grip onto him so he wouldn’t let go. Neither of you proceed to utter a thing, you stand under the falling snow and let the bitterness nip at any exposed skin it can reach.

It’s only once your shoulders stop shaking and Dae-ho’s date is long gone after being forgotten, that you pull away, but he doesn’t let you stray far, he cups your jaw and holds your gaze with tenderness.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper hoarsely, making him sigh with pity.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he strokes your cheeks with the tip of his cold fingers. “He’s an asshole.”

You nod gently and sniffle again. “I don’t even know why I dated him. I didn’t even like him, but I thought maybe…just maybe it would help.”

Dae-ho blinks with confusion and he quickly he follows up on your question. “Help what?”

You avert your gaze and sniffle. Your pause lasts for a moment. It’s only when his hand falls on your shoulder and the other falls at his side that you speak up.

“Forget my feelings for you.”

A cloud of Dae-ho’s breath forms in the space past his lips as he can’t help but gasp.

“I went into that relationship knowing what I felt, but I also know that you don’t feel the same and I can’t possibly live with that so I had to forget, but he…” you trail off and slowly lift your gaze, meeting his bewildered eyes.

“Who,” he stammers and you lose all contact with him as he pulls his hand off your shoulder. “Why…why would you think I don’t have the same feeling you do? I love you,” he admits, stealing your breath and making you feel as if you’re out of this world.

“All this time,” he adds as he watches you work through your disbelief. “I was just…scared that it would ruin us. If I had known—all those dates I’ve been on…” he trails off and grabs your shoulders so you can look him in the eyes as he then continues firmly. “…If it’s true that you feel what I do, tell me and I will stop wasting my time with nobodies.”

You blink in disbelief and your lips part because of the same feelings.

It’s hard to process the fact that he shares the same love you have for him, but that fear of letting him know no longer exists. You’re just hesitant because you’re still caught in disbelief.

“I…I do,” you confess slowly, making him beam at you before he presses his forehead against yours.

“I was going to kiss you, but I think it would be wrong considering…” he doesn’t finish saying but you know he’s referring to your situation.

“Hm,” you hum and grab his face this time to press a light kiss on his lips. “For warmth.” You giggle.

He can’t stop smiling. His smile brightens as he keeps you close with the intention to not let you stray from him anymore.

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾���＾)っ Hehehe…

[contamination-zone]

warning im a yapper

hello ummm just wanted to say!!! i really like the dynamic you give fresh and nightmare/color with the whole “cat who goes to different houses to get fed twice” thing. nightmare and his weird cat that he has probably locked in a basement a few times. color and this guy he picked off the road because he looks weird and decided he can solve this mess. fresh does not have any strong personal feelings towards either of them.

i very much so like the comic thing where nightmare and ccino were talking about fresh and ccino thought he was a kitten cat,,, no he is not but he acts like one. “he keeps crawling on my lap” that is a grown man get him away!!!! he has a dog cage i think that he is put in sometimes for naughty behavior. he doesn’t really care because he’s allowed his gameboy though. do you think nightmare ever sprays him with water when he does something bad. and this is like a grown adult. what

maybe i just like the trope of dehumanization (bonus if with someone who’s weirdly chill with it like fresh) but whatever,,, your art!!!! it gives me life!!! i very much enjoy the pixely type style and how freak you draw fresh. he’s a fucking creature he is. something is wrong with that guy. and i love him soooo much. so creature. he’s the kind of guy to do that thing where you walk on all fours up the stairs.

AND the way you characterize him is!!!! so good!!!!!!!!! he is so fucked up and weird and terrible and manipulative!!!!!!! he takes advantage of others’ empathy and feelings because he has very little of it himself and whenever he does feel it he does not like it!!!!!!! he looks at a guy with a savior complex and goes yeah i can mentally fuck him up for the next seven months to get something cool i want. he’s just actually terrible and i love him for that.

i also!!! don’t know too much about CB but i feel that fresh’s dynamic with them (him?? i forgor) is very interesting from what i have seen!!!!!! and their shimeji is very cute i still need to download it but i like it a lot :3

OKAY UHHH BYE!!!!! I LIKE UR ART A LOT…… HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!! 10/10 fresh posting on your blog love him a lot he is my wife (he feels nothing towards me)

THANK YOU!!! I see you mass reblog things sometimes it makes me giggle :-]

I yammer back...

Glad you like the dynamics haha X] Fresh having very little personal feelings about people is fun and interesting to me. As someone who has trouble connecting and low empathy, its nice to depict someone like me. [Guy interacting with people who are a Lot more invested than he is ghghg]

Fresh would only accept being put in the cage because he can teleport out. Anything like that is only for the Aesthetic, which I think Nightmare would still be down for. Shove that thang into some awful little crate, as a treat. [Honestly I think Fresh would like to get in some nice dog crate with a blankie. Small hide / den thing to nap in :-]]

ALSOOOO dehumanization and freak who doesn't mind is my favorite dynamic <333. Fresh doesn't mind because... he isn't a monster? or a human? And he doesn't have a human/monster centric view of the world. Being seen as a human/monster isn't in anyway important to him, because he doesn't seen it as better/worse. He is the way he is, why does it matter?

Its like, I don't think a cat has very strong opinions on the fact it isn't a man. I also think Fresh is incredibly self-centered and when he's on a high point, sees himself as above humans/monsters. Of course he's not seen as human, he's Fresh! he's a sick-nasty parasite! way cooler. [annnddd way cooler that he gets to eat dog-treats. heck yeah!!]

Also I drew up a little thing with CB and Fresh. Its ahh, I like them a lot I just get nervous speaking about them because its suuuch a oc & canon are besttties that it makes me feel a bit cringe... I also get nervous because CB and Fresh have a very, toxic?? friendship.

Fresh is very possessive and strange about it, because this is his Only friend and he has very dysregulated emotions. Not being able to feel positive emotions often makes it so when he does, he gets very odd about it. So its a lot of... trying to keep CB to himself, at the detriment to CB's goals and ambitions. [CB is trying to track his family down, and Fresh uh. knows. where they are. and is not telling him :-)]

I dunno I think Fresh being genuinely friends with someone but also an awful person about it is like, sorely missing from the fandom landscape. He's a bad person but bad people can still form meaningful relationships and!!! I think that should be explored :-]

[They do eventually get somewhere more healthy. As in, Fresh's whole Thing is revealed, a lot of shinanigans happen, CB lives with his family and Fresh and CB reconnect and become friends again, just with like. Fresh trying actively to do "good person things" to make sure CB's family doesn't shoo him off [I ADOREEE good actions for morally ambiguous reasons!!!], and CB with the understanding that his best friend is Kinda a Freak.]

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick a Card: Full Moon in Leo 🌕😸🌞

Hey, y'all, what's going on? I apologize for not being on as much in the last month and a half. Life is starting to get into crazy season (that's not even accounting for the current US political landscape, my personal life just always seems to get frantic in late winter) and for the last few weeks I've been especially busy finding work along with appointments. I wanted to post a reading in January but here's hoping I can make up for it at some post with more clustered PACs like the last two.

I felt a strong urgency with this full moon PAC which has snapped me back into my tarot flow in order to get this out as soon as possible. Some of the messages feel very time sensitive. I also have a timeless Yes or No reading coming up shortly and also want to do a Valentine's themed reading, so we shall see if February is more psychically jam packed than January.

This reading is cat themed so I decided to add a playing card deck with random cat facts for each pile. (Random: are some of you planning a fun Mardi Gras? I just noticed the color selection lol.) Choose whichever image calls you most:

Pile 1 - Green Spring Rabbit 🐇 Pile 2 - Violet Starlight Sage 🔮 Pile 3 - Yellow Fire Phoenix 🐣

Pile 1 - Green Spring Rabbit 🐇

7 of Swords, Knight of Swords, 8 of Swords, 9 of Pentacles; Full Moon Eclipse - Conclusions are within reach; Libra Sun - Harmonize; "I am deeply connected to the earth and rooted in my own life."; Q♦: "Cat whiskers are the same width as their body."

Hello, pile 1. Your cards are emphasizing that you need to get to the truth of some matter. A need to clear the smoke and make sense of things. Level things out so each thing can be managed in its own time. Push through to complete tasks. Coming soon to a realization about something. Finding important answers to help you move forward. It will all make more sense when the little things are tended to so your mind can find peace. Cats use their long whiskers for balance, and above is Libra reminding you to maintain equilibrium in all areas of life right now. With the red roses, I'm getting that security and material concerns are particularly important to this pile, and this errand is something that must be done in the physical world, like gardening, cleaning the house, filing paperwork, or mailing a special letter, as examples. The messages are coming through very blunt; perhaps this pile prefers cutting away the unnecessary bull and getting to the heart of the matter.

Things may seem difficult right now but if you're able to stay on the ball within the next two weeks, then the time closer to new moon in Pisces will feel a lot more easygoing. Knight of Swords on top of 9 of Pentacles is saying, "bite the bullet and get the thing done so you can enjoy games and rest later". This work may even result in an external reward or validation, but overall it will bring a sense of balance and relaxation in the days to come. The Full Moon can feel odd at times because despite its magical properties, it often brings up come "foe" from the night that needs to be confronted with and ultimately be-friended. In this case I'm getting that you have dealt with procrastination on something that's important to you, but the time is better than ever to get this done.

I felt an urgency getting this pick a card out when I got these cards so this pile's message could get out when it needs to. Don't be late for your important date, like the white rabbit! Remember that procrastination isn't your enemy, though it may seem that way at times. It's merely asking you to draw some strict boundaries between work and play as procrastination fears the idea of never getting rest. But in following the fear, the task gets put off until it's uncomfortable for longer. So it draws out the pain and increases it over time in an attempt to secure what it needs. But if you're able to draw the line and respect it by getting the task done when necessary, then procrastination will turn into a friendly party animal when it's finally time to relax and receive.

Pile 2 - Violet Starlight Sage 🔮

Knight of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Pentacles, Three of Pentacles; Waxing Crescent - Have faith in your dreams; Taurus Rising - Enjoy; "I flow naturally with greatness and grace."; 9♠: "Cats are crepuscular, which means that they're most active at dawn and dusk."

Hi, pile 2! I'm getting Trine energy especially while looking at the pyramids behind the King of Pentacles. Notice prominent trines in your natal chart and transit, especially grand trines, as they can reveal important details about your current life path if you're into astrology. They may reveal the area of your life this reading is affecting most as it may be different for all of you. For those who aren't into astrology, trines represent flow or harmonious relationships between different aspects. Your pile was the smoothest energy of the three like clear running water. Before I drew your affirmation card with the amethysts, I heard "flow" like "smooth flowing" or "smooth sailing". There's something you've been looking for to fulfill some part of your life, like a degree or a car, something that is needed to function. This is something practical that will make you feel as though you've leveled up. If you're on that path now, this reading is a confirmation that you are in alignment with what you're seeking.

An interesting thing I see in this pile is this theme of day and night. We see it in both the "crepuscular" card as well as the light and dark contrast of your tarot cards. So I'm reading this in many different ways since it seems like an abstract theme: for some of you, this may involve a creative project or study that you do either in the morning or evening hours. Like a hobby you do in the morning, or a class at night, could be coming through. You may be moonlighting and working two jobs at once or school and job depending on the time and person. For others, your manifestation abilities are running high over the next week or two, meaning that surprises that could be part of your alignment could come up overnight. Like you submit an application and hope to hear back only to hear it the following night or day.

I'm not seeing fast moving cards here, so if this happens, you're still being advised with sobering amethyst to take it easy and not rush into anything, especially if the opportunity makes you uncomfortable in any way. All these cards suggest that you're on the path to getting that which will make your life easier, not harder, so rushing may only bring struggle and strain when a graceful approach may do more good in the long run. You are meant to enjoy what it is you're receiving as this gift will keep you on a proper path towards self development. It will come when the time is just right. My headphones moved as I typed the last sentence so "hear" for signs. Spiritual signs may come as music, audiobooks, podcasts, or from overheard conversations. Pay attention to these synchronicities for insight.

Pile 3 - Yellow Fire Phoenix 🐣

7 of Wands, VI Lovers, 3 of Wands, 2 of Cups; Full Moon in Capricorn - The end of a tough cycle approaches; Aquarius Moon - Invent; "People want to hear what I have to say."; 8♦: "A group of kittens are more commonly called a litter, but they can also be known as a 'kindle' of kittens."

Hey pile 3. During this full moon time, an important decision must be made regarding an ambition very close to you. I'm getting for many this pile will involve a relationship with a person but it could be also be something close to the heart like spirituality or a cause you strongly believe in. These cards are rather vague as to what kind of decision is being made and how to exactly weigh these options. Mostly what's coming through is that it may involve difficult but absolutely critical conversations with others. This could be an important meeting or review coming up, where feedback on either side may be required. There could be some kind of situation or confrontation where teaming up and strategizing with others will benefit you. These conversations may not be easy, but it's a vital step in whatever goal you're looking to accomplish.

There are two sides to this pile. For those who are wondering if they should communicate, and usually don't, the cards are advising to go for what you want. 7 of Wands suggests needing to be brazen and bold to a degree, so it may be you who needs to reach out first even if it feels like a struggle. 3 of Wands is a card of progress, so even if the call somehow ends in a "no", it will still be a stepping stone in the path for what you desire. Speaking your truth will give you experience points no matter the outcome. For those who are always reaching out and communicating, the cards are asking to lean back and trust a little more and let them meet you half way.

If you're looking to start or re"kindle" a relationship (or something within the relationship), it's time to get real with what you're after. Your voice matters a lot in this situation. This full moon can indicate progress in a goal that you've been aiming towards for a long time, and it's possible that collaborating with others may be a big factor in moving this objective along. A cat can't have kittens by itself, you know what I'm saying? It's okay to need working with another person or people on something dear to you, and there's a good chance they see you as the leader type by waiting for your initiative. Either you must take the initiative or set intention so the universe can initiate for you, it will be the opposite of your default behaviors. By setting the goal and leading the way, you can help others to help you. That's the power of teamwork, yeah! [climbs out of motivational poster] Ahem.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2025, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[tanblaque]

Hey Tan! I wish you well! I tried to refrain from sending this but failed HELP, I dreamed of OFF Valley some days ago where it was a game and it messed with me. I only dreamed of two odd sections which piqued my interest and made me want to ask some things ay

One included a DOUBLE ?? character creation one more Stardew Valley style and one with the Player you made, so I wanted to ask about their appearance,, I know it is probably a design choice to make it fit for everyone and at the same time connect with the story you have in mind (or not?), but, where did this idea come from? In the "actual" game it could be an avatar that resembles our human nature, but then we have your design (which I love btw I hope this doesn't come off as offensive or anything I LOVELOVE everything about our little character JENDJSJA) which makes it slightly unsettling. Like, no one can tell what we are, can they? We're like a constant mystery to everyone (hehehe...) but it's also just. Yeah that's. That's just the new person in town... Makes good stuff lolol. Soo. what did you have in mind when thinking about them? (... Though, going back, I do remember you drawing a shot where the player was kind of covered in something that gave them that appearance? Is it actually a protection? Or maybe I'm looking too much into it and you just drew it for the funsies lolol)

Other section was about the glitching getting weird and we had to make sure our avatar didn't cease to exist in the game,, there were snippets of the other character we could make and they lacked actual oxygen and had trouble moving but there was no animation, like they weren't phased that much because. It's just an avatar and the real us is very much alive and our little extension of us is a means to get by in that world.

So there's the other question,, does our character... do anything at all? Like, do they. Work. Humanly. It connects back to the previous inquiry, all about your idea of them,, Are there oddities that some pick up on? You did mention suspicious in your asks, but... 👀👀 How suspicious. Who's starting to doubt us,, do we have to hide it. Chest going up and down while we "breathe" but then for a while it just doesn't? Do we even need to eat? Do we feel pain? Can we get a personality going or do we not have a lot of choices? Where do we even come from? There's OFF Valley but. What about everything else. Imagine we know everything about the characters we befriended or got to know and they know nothing about us. Ahrifbejdnei. This is more like gamey type of outlook but do you have that in mind orr is it more like. A story? Meta yes but with lore. Or is it even meta help

Sorry for the long talk,, I love your stuff and OFF if it wasn't clear, YAHAHAH I really want to hear your thoughts about them when you have the time! Anything that you can think of, really.

You have a lot of interesting observations! And what an honor to be in your dream.

The Player is just that. They're known as The Farmer that just moved into town. Nobody questions why they look void shaped. As for the design, I could've made them more human but the void felt like a better design choice that fit the narrative I'm planning.

That's an interesting idea! I want to try to maximize the roleplaying element, so The Player could breathe, eat, drink, feel pain, and emotions. They are afterall, supposed to be you. A blank slate to be filled up.

They're just a silly lil void who got tired of the city and moved to the country side to start a new life. ^-^

Unless you want to take that away from them. :) You choose the reality you want.

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Say i'm the only bee in your bonnet <3!

Another jerry fic cuz... um... mlem :P sorry if it's kinda sucky, wrote this while sick

Warnings: swearing

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"Make a little birdhouse in your soul!" The radio sung out as your mother copied, excited to hear a song she likes. You were being driven to your new boyfriends house! Yes you were 17 but driving was kinda scary so your mom was always an easier choice. You fidgeted nervously, drawing simple shapes on your leg as you waited for the drive to end. You always noticed Jerry doing it to his desk during class so you eventually picked it up from being around him so much. No matter how many times you met up, the idea of seeing him still worked you up to an anxiety more similar to the feeling of waiting to ride a rollercoaster than a visit the doctors. As you were worrying in the car, Jerry was rushing to clean up his room due to having procrastinated all day. The heaps of trash were disposed of and his dirty clothes were dumped into his closet by now but he was still worried of your opinion on his room, even more now that his mother surprised him with changing his sheets to the Yugioh ones he got teased ruthlessly for by the club. He has now decided he would just accept the fate of a slightly messy and very embarrassingly geeky room and decided to try and check his hair in the mirror. Shit, did he always have this many pimples? and how was his hair already kinda greasy?! He washed it last night in preparation! He started trying to pop the spots on his face which made his eyes slightly water but he was determined to make a good impression! Ding Dong! He rushed downstairs, slightly too quickly which made him trip down a couple steps. He clung his spindly arms to the banister to keep him up but ended up hitting his knee against it in the panic. Okay, maybe he should take a second to walk super carefully down the rest of the stairs- Ding Dong! Never mind. He rushed down the rest of the stairs, not tripping this time, and opened the door. There you were, smiling back at him. It made him a little less nervous. Despite the developing bruise on his knee, acne scarred face and messy hair, he looked into your eyes and saw your joy to see all of him, not just the 'good' parts.

"Hi!- Jerry, you're bleeding."

"Huh?" Jerry put his hand up to his face and felt multiple of the zits he just tried to get rid of bleeding lightly down his face. A slight panic overtakes him as he looks around, his neck moving erratically like a nervous squirrel as he tries to find something quick to wipe the blood off his now glowing pink face. He would've used his sleeve but he didn't want to take the chance of you to see him as slobbish or gross.

"It's no big deal, here." You lifted your sleeve to his face and quickly wiped off the small drops of blood, giving him a comforting smile. Your mother goes back to her car and lets you two be.

"I've got a lot of thunder cats on tape if you wanna watch that, i also have the whole vhs set of buck rogers!" He suggested, walking with you to the living room. His head turned to you as he walked but suddenly got more bashful as he realised that girls usually didn't like that stuff. "Or we could watch something else... I've got popcorn if you want that but my parents only buy the shitty low calorie stuff so, uh, sorry about that."

You two sit down together on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn between you and start watching lord of the rings. during the movie Jerry starts some awkward chatter, not wanting to show how truly awkward he was around girls.

"So uh... did you know that David Bowie auditioned for Elrond?" He looked over to you, trying to remember the shitty advice his friends gave him.... Okay he can't do any of that without a sexual assault case, but he remembers movies! Letting out a fake yawn, he attempted to wrap his arm over your shoulders. "It's uh... real late... maybe you can come to bed for a nap?" You smirked a little in both amusement and shock at his very embarrassing attempt of flirting and he seems to immediately regret it. He cleared his throat awkwardly and didn't take his arm off you but you could feel it stiffen with anxiety.

"I'm okay, thank you." He just looked even more embarrassed when you said no. He turned his head away from you with his blush spreading to his ears and neck. You were both in an awkward silence now as he internally tried now to freak out over how he was messing this up. The light was a little too bright to see the tv as well as you should, his parents were talking in the kitchen, his hands were getting really clammy! he probably should've listened to his friends, this was a mistake. it's better to pine over something rather than mess everything up with them after a week or two of dating! He suddenly felt something that snapped him out of his mini panic. Your head rested on his shoulder, the heat from not just your blood but your gentle care warming him up to a comforting temperature. He looked down to your slightly sleepy face, the way your hair scrunched against his signature green sweater. He suddenly couldn't hear his friends insults anymore or any of his worries. He just knew that he really liked you, and you felt the same to him. You soon felt the pressure of his head against yours, his overgrown shaggy bowl cut brushing against your scalp.

"Is this what started your thing for fantasy or was it before this?" taking his hands in yours, you were happy to ask about his interests. Jerry always loved that about you. Sure you teased but you always listened and valued his opinions and passions. He didn't really get that from anyone else.

"Uh... no, i heard about a dnd club in school a couple years ago and that started it." Jerry confessed, focusing more of the feeling of you two together rather than the questions you asked him.

"I've always been interested in dnd. You should help me make a character, i've always been interested in the subclasses-"

MWAH!

Jerry quickly leaned in, his face scrunched nervously and lips pouted borderline cartoonishly for his first kiss before he smashed his lips into yours. You were surprised but not upset! The kiss was rushed, clunky and inexperienced but it made you both so happy. He put one of his hands on your waist and the other holding your cheek, gentle and cautious like he was handling priceless china. Your arms wrapped over his neck to pull him closer to you, your chests pressed together which reminded Jerry to brag about this to his friends later as he could hear your heart beat against his. When you both finally pull away, you could hear his panting breath.

"Thanks, buck..." He muttered which you just responded to with a giggle.

"Buck? that's what you call your girlfriend?" His face somehow flushed an even deeper red with his blood pressing against his pale skin. Before he could respond, you give him one more little kiss.

"You're so cute, Jerry."

[according2thelore]

No, because that post you reblogged, about season one Sammy basically going stop hanging out with me and joking about season 15 Sam with “where are my kisses form mommmy?”

Yeah. YEAH. That’s the main draw from ls Sam/esdean for me. Because that shit lines up PERFECCTLY. A Sam that WANTS Dean to baby him and adore him? Dean would lose his mind. He would become psychopathic. He would somehow get WORSE. Because Sammy has been resisting that shit after he turned like 13. And Dean just got him back from college (the ultimate “get away from me Dean” move). And he gets to see this affection desperate ls! Sam that’s so blatant about it and centers out Dean loud?! Omgggggggg. Omgfg. It’s like being on restrictive diet every day for 20 years, and then someone just giving you 15 chocolate cakes and telling you to go crazy. (Also thinking the LS Dean is insane and a shitty brother, because why is ls Sam starved for affection?! What are you DOING?!)

And LsSam, who probably has definitely thought about how he didn’t appreciate being deans obsession back when it was still around? Literally would roll around in the mud. The mud of deans affection. Glut himself. Obsessed. Everything he thought he’d never have again. Everything he licked himself over not appreciating. Delivered.

Of course LS! Dean has probably taught himself over the years, and all the trauma, to be really careful about showing his sam obsession TO Sam- and is bewildered and horrified and jealous, and ripping himself apart. Because you don’t really notice every personality change you go though over time, you know? And I’m not sure Dean would even realize he’s gotten less “mommy” and affectionate over the years. They still have their big emotional “I love you so much” thing at least once an apocalypse. Maybe he doesn’t see that’s it’s…different.

And ES Sam isn’t there because that’s not my thing 😂

hello!!! (the post in question!)

EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!

ES!Dean would become UNHINGED the first time he calls LS!Sam "sammy" when LS!Sam gets his shit rocked on a hunt and LS!Sam just kind of melts into the arm around his shoulder, joking lightly about how dean's going to have to carry him out of there.

dean's entire brain does a hard-reboot. blue screen and high pitched whirring and the whole thing.

he actually tries, legs shaking and stumbling underneath the weight of a full-grown thirty-something year old sam, who huffs and pained laugh and asks to be let down. ES!Dean is obsessed. because what the fuck do you MEAN LS!Sam leans into his arm and laughs gently and loves being called sammy and looks up at him with big, wet eyes and lets dean pet over his busted ribs??? WHAT THE FUCK??

ES!Dean goes full mommy-mode, lmao. they limp back to the impala, ES!Dean insisting that sammy take a few breaks, because he's looking pale. sam obeys every time, leaning a little more into dean while he gasps for breath, making little jokes about the monster or the weather or dean's fucking face--dean has no idea, his brain is on fire.

when they make it back to the car, dean insists on getting in the back with LS!Sam, and to LS!Dean's shock, LS!Sam agrees. ES!Sam awkwardly slides into the front seat while ES!Dean coos over LS!Sam in the backseat. LS!Dean almost crashes the fucking car when ES!Dean pushes LS!Sam's hair off of his forehead.

"it's gonna be okay, little brother, gonna get you patched up." ES!Dean says, just loud enough for LS!Sam to hear over the rumbling guitar of the radio. LS!Sam's entire world has shifted a little bit, because ES!Dean is so naked about it.

usually, if nothing's broken, LS!Dean will give him a clap on the shoulder and an opened beer, and chat with him to take his mind off of it. but ES!Dean is babbling about nothing in particular while his hands are all over him, his aching ribs and shoulder and hair and denim-clad knee and--LS!Sam's eyes almost roll back into his head like he just got a hit of his drug of choice--dean wipes a bit of dirt off of the side of his face with his shirtsleeve, absently, like he's not even thinking about it. he hasn't done shit like that since sam was...fuck, eight? eleven?

LS!Sam is so fucking exhausted after such a terrible week culminating in a clumsy hunt, and needs dean so acutely that he's sick with it, that he lets ES!Dean help him out of the car with a bracing hand on his stomach and an arm around his shoulder, and lead him away to LS!Sam's room for first aid. he doesn't wait for LS!Dean, because the hands on him are so warm and the familiar rumble of his voice and the lulling scent of cologne that dean stopped wearing years ago is soaking in every sinus in his skull.

ES!Dean deposits him gently on LS!Sam's bed and spends over an hour gently combing LS!Sam for cuts and scrapes and bumps. he whispers gentle and warm in his ear when he finally tests his ribs, apologizing softly when sam winces. sam is practically asleep at this point, even through the pain, so comforted and lulled and adored. he feels like he flopped back into a bed in a home he hasn't been allowed into for years. he's completely pliant in dean's arms, and dean finally pulls his boots off and leaves him mostly asleep on his bed, and switches the lights out.

their dynamic doesn't really change.

when ES!Dean makes breakfast for all of them the next morning, he slaps LS!Dean's hand with the spatula when LS!Dean reaches for the waffle already set aside on a plate. "that's sammy's." he says, sharply. he almost gets his ass beat, but when LS!Sam shuffles in, looking more well-rested than he has in years, ES!Dean hops to it and delivers him a perfectly-buttered waffle. just how he likes it.

he brings LS!Sam coffee and tea and snacks at all hours of all days. he follows LS!Sam around like a puppy, yapping excitedly about whatever's going on or whatever he's thinking about. he recaps an entire season of "la casa de los malvados," a telenovela he binged in 2003, and he's expected sam to tell him to shut the fuck up, but sam never does. he nods along and smiles and rolls his eyes at all the right points.

he and sam go about archiving one of the bunker's storage rooms, and dean gets distracted while trying to detangle some wires and just ends up staring right at LS!sam while he finishes writing an object's description in his ledger. it takes a few minutes for him to notice, but when he does, he doesn't snap or get uncomfortable like ES!Dean is expecting.

"yeah?" he asks, smiling warmly, an eyebrow raised gently. and fuck, if it doesn't sound hopeful. dean passes out and dies.

he notices a rip in LS!Sam's shirt, and when LS!Sam pouts a little because this was his favourite shirt, ES!Dean is practically tearing it off of his body to see if he can fix it.

ANDDDD lest we forget, ES!Dean has his amulet. LS!Sam can't take his eyes off of it. he's constantly finding reasons to touch it. he fixes it when the little knot of the leather cord travels down to sit against the pendant. naturally, he has to get closer, hands arms circling dean's neck like they're about to slow dance or some other ridiculous shit that makes ES!Dean flush from just the proximity of him. he pats ES!Dean on the chest for a job well done instead of the back. his eyes are constantly drawn to it like a magnet. when they fuck he insists ES!Dean be on top so he can see/feel it swing against his body WHO SAID THAT

LS!Sam goes to grab a spoonful of mac-and-cheese off the top of the pot ES!Dean is making, and ES!Dean smacks the spoon out of sam's hand, telling him he's not going to spoil his dinner, dammit. you'll eat when i tell you and not a second before. LS!Sam blinks owlishly at him before obeying and sitting down at the kitchen table, eyes pinned on ES!Dean like magnets.

ES!Dean asks LS!Sam if he blow dries his long princess hair, and LS!Sam jokes that, no, LS!Dean usually does that instead. ES!Dean falls asleep dreaming about getting to take a blow dryer to LS!Sam's hair, fingers scratching against his scalp, sam pliant and trusting underneath him as dean moves him this way and that. he becomes a little obsessed. when he's in the shower room brushing his teeth one morning, does he sniff LS!Sam's towel? mind your business.

ES!Dean is literally walking around with brass proof that he adores him. it's like all the parts of dean that LS!Sam beat himself up over taking advantage of is here and in sam's lap, begging to be acknowledged and loved and to smell sam's clothes. LS!Sam, for his part, can't get enough of ES!Dean's attention. ES!Dean's constantly checking in with him and bringing him coffee or water or chips, under the guise of doing something else. he hadn't realized how much he had missed dean being in his space. ES!Dean is trying to take care of him, as crazy as it sounds, and so LS!Sam is going to let him, dammit. he hasn't been taken care of, not in the unique way dean used to, in years. longer. a decade or more.

LS!Sam starts to seek ES!Dean out if he hasn't heard from him in a few hours. he asks ES!Dean if he wants to go do something, or asks if he wants help with dinner, or asks if he's busy. ES!Dean--more often than not--perks right up because he had tried to find something to do to keep him busy because he figured LS!Sam was tired of spending time with him.

ES!Dean thinks LS!Dean is an absolutely insane asshole. LS!Sam sighs happily when ES!Dean brings him a blanket before their weekly movie night. he tilts his face into ES!Dean's shoulder and inhales deeply when ES!Dean pulls him into a rare hug. LS!Sam has clearly been starving. and LS!Dean has clearly been starving him.

LS!Dean is slowly losing his mind.

LS!Dean makes sure to buy LS!Sam's favourite weird health chips and fancy shampoo. he brings LS!Sam an opened beer to find ES!Dean already there, yapping wildly about season one of "lost" like someone has a gun to his head. LS!Sam is leaning against him, seemingly completely unaware that ES!Dean has the edge of his flannel in his hands, worrying it between thumb and forefinger like a goddamn mother cat licking her kitten.

LS!Dean knew that ES!Dean was going kind of crazy over him--to LS!Dean's mortification. he knew how much sam despised his attention when they were that age. he would push dean's questing hands away after an injury, would need his personal space, would snap at dean if he caught him staring.

but LS!Dean finds himself staring at ES!Dean staring at LS!Sam while he reads. they're sitting right next to each other, while LS!Dean sits across the table. LS!Sam looks up and catches him staring. ES!Dean flushes madly but doesn't say anything. LS!Sam...smiles. and he doesn't stop smiling. even after ES!Dean goes back to his reading, LS!Sam sits quietly pleased and messing with the long ends of his hair at the back of his neck, like he does when he's content.

LS!Dean is kind of shell-shocked.

he didn't think LS!Sam wanted or needed that. hell, for years, sam had been telling him in explicit terms that he didn't. LS!Dean tells sam that he loves him when it really counts. like in that church.

but...even as LS!Dean thinks about it, he can't remember the last time he doted on sam like that. when he finds out that LS!Sam has been seeking ES!Dean out to spend even more time with him, he's kind of devastated. he doesn't even know how to be that version of himself anymore. it's so raw and open and vulnerable that it hurts to look at.

he wants to kill something when he sees the two of them, heads bent low and laughing to each other. he shrivels up and dies whenever he sees LS!Sam bend down so ES!Dean can laughingly wipe jam off of LS!Sam's forehead. he's going to be sick.

he awkwardly tries to do something similar one afternoon, and LS!Sam just stares at him with wide, confused eyes. when LS!Sam comes to bed one night, LS!Dean holds him so tightly his knuckles turn white. he feels like he's losing him, to a part of him he doesn't even know if he can find anymore.

you phrased it so perfectly!!! ES!Dean GLUTS himself, he can't handle it. LS!Sam rolls around in the mud of ES!Dean's affection!!!!!!!!!

thank you so much for sending in this ask, and thank you for your patience in me responding!!!! <3333 i am wishing you the most blessed of mommy dean mondays.

-lizzy

[gilsart]

okay, wait. hear me out. modern day AU where Jayce is a mathematics professor and Viktor is a physicists professor. the students are so obsessed with both of them. viktor very closed off about his personal life and a harsh judge on tests and work but genuinely fun to engage with in and out of class. he helps students like crazy. jayce on the other hand is an avid yapper who can’t stop talking about his sweet and handsome husband and all he does for for Jayce. how happy he makes Jayce and is his reason for living. viktor’s cane breaks while he’s working so he begrudgingly has to call Jayce who keeps his backup cane in his office. students start gossiping about the two and how close they seem while Jayce helps Viktor and also takes the time to tighten up the screws in Viktor’s brace after he fell because of the broken cane. someone in one of Jayce’s classes actually has the guts to ask Jayce if his husband is Viktor and Jayce is like “yeah??? I wasn’t trying to hide it?” and students are like “oh my G-d, Viktor is actually married? he never talks about his partner!? if i was with jayce i’d yap about him nonstop! crazy but we are so happy for those idiots!” after students find out, Viktor doesn’t open up about his life much more but doesn’t try to hid that he’s with jayce anymore

no bc I had this whole series of drawings in my head for this ask specifically. this included Jayce too at first but I FAILED man... it just became a very watered down version of what you said + bonus for young university student Viktor

as for the professor version I legit got so wrapped up in the hand gesture, I forgot he's supposed to lean to one side when he's older and that he probably can't stand without his crutch so I APOLOGIZE ABOUT THAT I'm heavily sleep deprived

(also as previously stated I know nothing about STEM, I have an art degree, I literally only searched some string theory schematics and scribbled it so if it makes no fucking sense that is why)

[angelltheninth]

Song love confession with hazbin Lucifer?

Giggling while writing this because he has such a GOOD voice.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Tags: fluff, love confession, everything goes wrong, singing, goofy Lucifer, Lucifer's wings

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A/N: When he sings I feel my heart stop. But he's also a goof.

Has the perfect confession song planned in his head

Practiced his performance many times, has a whole dance routine planned out, as well as props to go with him

You have heard him mumbling the lyrics of the song, however always denied that this song is one he's trying to learn just for you

When the day of his confession comes Lucifer is really nervous

It's been hundreds of years since he had to confess to anyone, usually it's been other confessing to him and him having to turn them down

Lucifer walks up to you, fully ready to sweep you off your feet

But... why can't he remember any of the lyrics, or how he planned to dance for you, or anything suave

He is sweating buckets

Embarrassed he summons his wings to hide himself, but he only draws your attention more, now being a short, walking cocoon of wings

Nothing could top this embarrassment so he might as well go for it

The words that come out of his mouth aren't the song he practices, but rather the lyrics to one of your favorite songs

He heard you singing it many times, when you thought he wasn't listening

Lucifer sees the big, bright smile on your face and pulls you closer to dance with him, eventually taking you high into the sky, away from the nosy onlookers

There he can tell you the words he's been meaning to say for a while, that he likes you, he wants to date you, and he really, really wants to kiss you

[gloomykeis]

Tsukishima Kei's 18+ Alphabet <3

a/n: hello this is my first time posting on tumblr!! so if you read this and enjoy it pls lmk (also give me tips!) but uhh i plan on doing this for most characters bc i like doing these lol. But i hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: smut obvi, timeskip!Tsukishima kei. male/female reader bc i feel he swings both ways.

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

I feel that Tsukishima, no matter if he's topping or bottoming, will put your needs before his after sex. Get you a warm towel to clean yourself up or if he's not too tired he'll draw you both a bath, get water, again if he's not too tired he'll also change the bed sheets.

But after all that he'll fall asleep very quickly.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him I feel he loves his hands not even just for volleyball purposes. But how his long fingers know how to pleasure you. He doesn't have to try hard to find your sweet-spot. But on a sweeter note he loves his hand because his hands get to hold you.

On you, your neck. He loves how you react when his long fingers wrap around it so easily. The way you tremble when he presses soft kisses on your neck or when he places hickeys to show that your his. Or how pretty your neck looks with the necklace he bought you with the letter 'K' on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I like to think that he's very safe especially if he's with a women. He doesn't want to get someone pregnant on accident if it's something he can control. So i feel he has a pretty good pull out game but also has condoms on him.

(fem reader): He loves to have you cum on his fingers, just the thought that he makes you feel soo good with just his fingers.

(male reader) He loves when you cum down his throat (secretly wants you to cum on his glasses but he'd never admit that).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has jerked off to the thought of you, him, and yamaguchi having a threesome. Not even just because he thinks yamaguchi is adorable but he's the only person he really trusts THAT much y'know. He Loves you taking control even if he's being a brat the entire time.

Or like i said in the last letter if you're a male he gets off to the thought of you cumming on his face and glasses..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't think he's experienced before he met you, most of his knowledge is from porn which isn't the best teacher. But you were definitely his first. The first time is a little awkward but after a couple times and you helping him he figures out how to make you feel so good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary & reverse cowgirl (he can't choose) Missionary because he loves being able to see your face and being able to mark and wrap his fingers around your neck. But he does have days were you do most of the work due to how tired he is so thats were the reverse cowgirl comes in. He loves watching your ass bounce when you drop back down colliding with his hips.

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

He's definitely serious except when you react Just how he wants you to his teasing which will get a cocky giggle out of him.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

He's groomed not even just for you but for him, he hates his pubes being long, it so uncomfortable for him.

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

Very intimate, he wants to make sure that you know he loves you even after all of his teasing. From leaving trails of kisses up your body to just him telling you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him while finishing, he makes sure you know you mean the world to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't normally jack off by himself anymore but before you both had a sexual relationship it was pretty regular. But now most of his masturbation is done while he watches you and you watch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking. He hates it when he catches someone looking too long so. if you have a couple hickies or bites on you neck/collar bone he'll feel more secure (not that he thinks you're a cheater)

overstimulation. He feels that if you aren't trembling he didn't do a good enough job

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

In your house it doesn't matter where in your shared home just as long as no one could see or hear you. He doesn't want anyone else’ eyes to witness how perfect you are for him and him alone.

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

When you tease him he loses control or when you wear his clothes he fears he wont be able to hold back.

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

Weird role-plays things like ddlg or step sibling stuff freaks him out. He wouldn't do anything like that.

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

Likes to give more but definitely wont pass up the chance to get head. However he's dangerously good with his tongue it makes you wonder how he was a virgin before you.

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

It depends on his mood or how sex started. If he's frustrated or feeling jealous it's fast and rough he needs to you to feel his emotion on each thrust. But if he or you need comfort its very sensual. Tsukishima is never really slow unless he's feeling like a tease.

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

Doesn't mind quickies but definitely prefers for you two to have longer rounds and so he can make sure that you feel as much euphoria as you can.

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

Depends what the risk is he doesn't want people to possibly catch you both but if it's trying a new toy or kink he's fine with taking the risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

last's a while even with foreplay. He can go 2-3 rounds depending on the day. If he's tired 2 rounds at most, but on the days he more energetic expect more rounds typically 3 though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a toy collection for both you and him, Vibratiors, cock rings, dildos, straps even. he owns at least one of each. Mainly uses them on you but he does enjoy getting pegged from time to time so you guys own a strap.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases no matter if he's on top or bottom. Always has something to say even if he's moaning like a whore.

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

Again depends if he topping or bottoming

Bottoming: sooo many whines and moans coming from his mouth.

topping: Low grunts with a few moans mixed in.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Had a pretty bad porn addiction in highschool but not just videos but audios, stories as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Soft i'd say about 4.5in Hard i'd say 5.5in but definitely a little on the girthier side.

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

He doesn't need it all the time and there are days where he doesn't need it at all so i'd say 3-4 times a week will satisfy him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I mentioned in aftercare he falls asleep after you both are cleaned up.

[novastar-creations]

Nardo as a human! He goofy. (I REMEMBERED TO FLIP THE CANVAS SO IT’S NOT TOTAL HORSESHIT) Mikey

Design notes under the cut!

Once again all the poses (and some of the outfits this time) are supposed to call back to scenes in the show/movie. It’s allllll references here.

I noticed a lot of designs make Leo the whitest? I think it’s to make him look more like splinter, but I didn’t really vibe with that tbh. I did still wanna make him look like Splinter in his Lou Jitsu days, just darker and more of a weirdo (/pos).

I think he’s delusional enough to think that if he straightens, bleaches, and dyes his hair, it won’t come to life and strangle him. Honestly, he’s probably right, if I did that to my hair it’s fall off. His roots are starting to show tho, because I think his brothers would start prying him away from the bleach bottle (slowly but surely). His hair naturally has a lot of volume, with or without it being straightened, cos did you see him in the hidden city?? Man had such intense volume with zero effort (tell me your secrets plssssss).

His default fit is the Adam Sandler, but sometimes he actually looks decent! That’s usually when Donnie steps in and helps him. Help aside, Leo can’t bring himself to stop wearing dorky graphic tees with old 80s action stars. Something he shares with all his brothers ig.

Out of all his brothers, he probably wears the mask the least (you see him without it the most during the show), so I only gave him a bandana (headband?) in one drawing.

He’s what you call a port wine stain baby (also, google doesn’t have nearly enough reference images of birthmarks on dark skin), but he also has vitiligo on his arms and legs. This is all to look like his dumb little stripes (/pos).

His gloves and boots are supposed to look like his pre-ninpo design (kinda obvious but yk).

Binder bc you can pry my transmasc Leo headcanon from my cold, dead, hands.

I gave him like… weird long and pointy fingers and I’m only noticing now?? How did I not see this before? He also has rings with that one pose because he seems like the type to subtly accessorise with small matching jewellery, as opposed to Mikey who’s just everything all at once.

If you’re from the previous part and wondering where his friendship bracelet is, he keeps it on the hilt of his katana. Just cos.

He definitely had an emo phase and that’s probably when he got his piercings done.

Okay baiiii

[fjkszkdhx]

I didn't know you were Marxist Leninist and it makes me take you even more seriously lol. I was into spirituality a lot in my late teens. But honestly, seeing the reactionary nature of a lot of "spiritualists" (mostly online but some irl too) put me off it so much. I soon discovered Marx and Gramsci and never really went back to spirituality. However, the reason why I was so drawn to leftist values was because it made so much spiritual sense. I think it is the perfect sublimation of my belief in nonduality and oneness.

So I'm very glad to see someone who's into spirituality and does not use it as a vehicle to reinforce traditional values.

💗 I have a lot of thoughts but basically understanding the difference between mechanistic materialism and dialectical materialism blew my world wide open. It profoundly changed my understanding of myself, too. I’ve been writing about how the mechanistic viewpoint, of things being fixed, stable, disparate rather than deeply interconnected and constantly evolving has so permeated our understanding of everything ranging from our sexuality to our concept of identity, our psyches. It blew my world open to understand its political implications but also revealed to me how tragically mechanistic my understanding of myself and the world around me is on the day to day and I’ve been able to heal myself in major ways by really changing mechanistic perception wherever I see it in my life because truthfully it’s a prison of our making that we take altogether too much comfort in. I no longer believe in identity. I believe I’m just comprised of infinite contradictions in a constant state of collapse, and that’s the motor for my growth.

But really firmly grasping dialectics was an annihilating experience. It blew away everything I thought the world was and was like seeing for the first time in HD. It’s also deeply consistent with my experience of wholeness and interconnectedness that I draw both from my house of religion and from my experience of psychosis.

[darius-shack]

Ford Pines, monster fucker extraordinaire, would make life models of all his exploits just use them on Stanley

oh Yes i can get into this. i can see it now. sort of object fucking

Ford has a pretty good memory, and he's shown drawings to him but it doesn't quite feel the same. So, when they're back at the Shack for a while, he starts to craft the first of the life-sized models. it takes him days, but at least this one doesn't need hydraulics like the second one will.

Stan, on the other hand, has no idea what he's in for. He sits on the couch casually watching TV, hearing his twins voice call from down the hall.

"Stanley! I have a surprise for you, come to my room."

He groans, yet entertains him. Opening the door, Stan's presented with the sight of Ford looking pleased. There's a suspicious tarp on his couch, with something large and totally not looking like a body that he notices second.

"I've been working on something for the past few days," He starts, "Do you remember the sexual excursions I described? Well, I thought what better of a way to let you experience such a thing than making a life-sized model."

"So that's what that is, huh? Thought you'd finally snapped on someone." Stan chuckled, walking over to the tarp. Ford steps forward to remove it in one grand sweep to reveal his work. The thing was huge, he'd guess seven feet tall with grey skin and four arms. It's face was a mess of tentacles. If it wore clothes, he wouldn't know because everything was on display. It's member was erect, bordering on painful just by size alone, he'd also guess that it's seven inches. The most striking thing about it was the slightly slanted ribs down the shaft. It's tip was a bit tapered, the only forgiving looking thing on it.

"You had sex with that thing?!"

"I did, yes, and I'd like to see you take it for a spin, so to speak."

It takes a moment of assessing whether or not he could accomplish such a feat. Ford makes a comment to help sway him, "It's much more soft and pliable than it looks, I would describe it as 'filling'."

Ten minutes later, Stan's straddling this monstrous cock over his lubed and stretched hole. Ford's watching from the other end of the couch and noticeably hard in his pants. He presses down onto the silicone material, feeling alright until he gets close to taking the tip entirely. It's large and it burns already, so he gives himself time to stretch and makes brutal eye sex with Ford while he does. Eventually, he was bouncing up and down on this weird alien cock, definitely feeling the ridges while feeling like he was being split open. It's too much and he doesn't last long, quickly touching himself and spilling his cum all over the muscled stomach of the model.

Ford makes a statement after in his flushed and enamored state, "I didn't last very long with it inside me, either. Thank you for entertaining me. I'll have the next model ready in a week."

"Next model?! You're making more?"

-

The next week, Stan finds himself standing before a very interesting sight before him in the middle of Ford's room again. His twin has just taken the tarp off of his latest model, a mass of pink tentacles measuring ten feet each. The ends were thin and slowly thickened, built into a huge massive base at the bottom.

"That's uh, tentacles."

"Yes! This being was desperate to have an orgasm as it was in it's mating season, I couldn't help but indulge when it asked so nicely."

"How do you expect me to screw this thing if it can't move?"

"Oh, it does. One moment," Ford says before going around to the back and kneeling to flick a switch near the base. Quickly stepping away, the appendages begin to move in all sorts of ways, touching the ground and seemingly searching for something. "And you'll want to take your clothes off now, it's going to be rather slick experience."

Again, Stan strips himself down and approaches hesitantly. His voice is filled with concern, "Are you sure about this? It's not gonna hold me in the air, is i-" a tentacle finds his ankle and he's overcome by several more darting towards him. In seconds, he's supported by many soft and slimy surfaces coating and exploring his body in a way. Somehow it learns, or maybe it knows just where to touch on his body because he soon gets hard. Its appendages focus on his nipples, rubbing smooth circles until they perk. He feels one twist around his hardening cock and stroke, with one gently rubbing at his hole and getting it wet with whatever slime his brother implemented.

Stan lightly pants, glancing at his twin from over his shoulder, "You enjoying this, Sixer?"

"Absolutely."

He's gently prodded open and lets out a small groan, little resistance due to the lube and soft surface. The patience it had while stretching him was oddly suspicious, like it was programmed to stretch an asshole in specific. Which is a little out of Ford's expertise.

"I bet you had help on this one," Stan states before moaning as the appendage inside him finds his prostate, gently stimulating him further and leaving him without another word.

Ford replies from somewhere behind him, "I did in fact outsource to another individual for the motion of the arms."

He chuckles at how that conversation must have went.

The act of being spread open for his brother on display and the stimulation he's getting from the tentacles slipping into his ass to hammer at his prostate. Knowing Ford was watching drove him up the wall. "Fuuuck, aaah, Ford!"

"So close already? I suppose there are a few differences. Needless to say, you look fantastic getting plowed by my machine."

Deep and possessive, it's the tone of his brother's voice that sends him over the edge. A minute of recuperation later, and Stan's being set down gently on the floor, slimy tentacles retracting from hims frame.

Ford turns off the machine, then walks to his partner to help him off the floor. "Thank you for entertaining my desire to see you with my previous partners. It satisfies me in a way I can hardly describe."

"Does that mean you're done making models?" Stan replies, sort of disappointed.

"Oh certainly not. There's more in store for you."

-

A week and a half passes, Ford yet again inviting him to his room for the next model. Before the tarp's uncovered, Stan comments, "Y'know it doesn't have to be a grand reveal each time. I know what you're doing now."

Ford passively sighs at him, saying, "Let me have my fun with revealing my hard work, will you?"

"Alright, alright." Stan waits as Ford pulls it off to reveal his current project. It's a small creature, maybe four and a half to five feet tall, looking almost human but having... cat traits. There was orange faux fur covering it, matching cat ears on it's head, and a tail coming out from behind it's back. "What is that?"

"It was an intelligent feline-adjacent species that invited me in after their head hunter found me and saved me from a beast of their lands. I, ah, ended up repaying him by being intimate with him and his wife, per their customs and culture, I was indebted to them and curious."

"Right. This one doesn't have a dick."

"This is the wife. She had a more striking fur pattern that was too tempting to not recreate."

"Uh-huh." Stan mutters, walking closer to see fat whiskers coming out of the cheeks on it's face, a wide-bridged nose and no visible lips. "And you want me to, uh, screw this thing too?"

"Indeed," Ford comes up behind him and settles his hands on Stan's hips firmly, "I would like to join you on this one, if you don't mind. It would better match the experience I had."

"You were in the middle huh? We ought to make the experience match then, right, Sixer?" Stan purrs.

Later, Stan has his cock stuffed deep in this model, with Ford moaning in his ear and fucking into him. He's practically doing all the work while Stan enjoys the odd texture of the insides of this odd toy, it's heated and tight, perfect for his release. Stan gets there eventually as Ford describes how different this species phallus' are. Thick and short but had such a defined tip that felt amazing as it passed by his prostate.

-

Three weeks pass with no new model, and Stan's the one who comes to Ford's room to ask about it this time.

He knocks on the door, enters to see no twin of his to bother. But he does see a hulking beast of a thing, the next model, yet again covered in dark brown fur and looking like what everyone imagines werewolves to look like. Sort of hunched over but still standing on it's haunches, it featured a gaping maw, as well as claws that came out of it's hands and feet. It was stood on the ground instead of the couch, as it should because it's huge. Yet again like eight feet tall-

"Stanley!" Ford's back and closing the door behind him. "I'm not done with this one-"

"Why's that? Looks pretty done to me." Stan observes the main appeal of the model, between it's legs hangs a pretty standard dick with, well, a soft of knot at the base. It's color was dark red, and huge nuts to go with it.

"The phallus is incomplete, I haven't implemented the tube and ejaculate function-"

"Don't you think that's a bit over the top? I mean, it's been three weeks, does it have to have that?"

"Yes! Unless you didn't want to be filled in the same way that I was. Which I know you do."

Stan grumbles for a second, before turning back to his brother. "Tell me when it's done, will ya? I wanna take this guy for a spin." He turns and leaves quickly, shutting the door behind him.

Ford smiles, delighted that his twin is impatiently interested in his design.

An hour later, Stan is summoned back to Ford's room. That was fast, he thinks, as he enters. Ford takes the adequate time to stretch him on the couch, explaining how he met this beast in a thicket of woods. He'd fallen into a hunters trap, designed for the beast itself. Ford was sniffed out because of the light bleeding, and the beast had said it would free him if it could use his hole for the night. Obviously, Ford took the offer to live, and had a great time during.

Now, the beast was positioned with it's arms on the ground, making the position easier for Stan to crawl underneath and have Ford help mount it into him.

"It uh," Stan starts, "Feels weird having such a big thing over me."

"It's quite an intimidating experience, I was afraid at first but it seemed to listen to my needs."

Ford sat back and watches as Stan thrusts himself on the beast's cock, getting the most perfect and whiny of noises to reach his ears. After a few minutes of Ford describing what the beast sounded like, what it said to him, Stan's legs get tired of doing the work.

"Hold on." Ford says, leaning forward and around the beasts leg. With a flick of a switch, the cock itself was jutting in and out of his hole.

Stan groans loudly, "Oh sweet Moses, yes," A few moments pass before he asks, "Does it uh, go faster than that?"

Chuckling, Ford does screw with the setting for a moment before the knot is hitting Stan's hole at a vicious pace. He goes cross eyed and plants his head on the ground on his arms.

"Do you think you could fit that knot inside you?"

"Did you?" Stan retorts, sounding up for a challenge.

Ford is silent, and slows the pacing down almost completely. Stan sits there for five seconds before he feels the lubed knot pressing against his hole slowly, stretching him open so wide. Somehow, it's inside of him and pressing against his prostate firmly.

As soon as Stan asks what happens next, it starts to fuck him again in short, hard thrusts that drag against his insides in just the right way.

Ford's voice comes to his ears, "I didn't last very long with this one either. That didn't stop me from letting him get his fill. I owed it my continued existence and wanted to repay as much as I could."

"Shiiiiit-" Stan moans, feeling so overwhelmed by Ford's description, by the knot practically over-fucking his prostate. He gasps as he's filled with a lot of liquid.

"It could not tell me when it was about to orgasm, I was completely blindsided by the amount of ejaculate it produced."

The knot slips out for a moment, the so called ejaculate spurting out of Stan's hole and trailing down his thighs. It's knot presses back in as quickly, him shuddering at the feeling. It fucks him again, and Stan grips his cock and jerks himself off until he cums hard.

Ford knows his limits, so he turns off the hydraulics and helps Stan out from under the model of his beast.

[heavens-moonlight]

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟵 : 𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗦’ 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗟

𝟬𝟴 : 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘

Author’s Note: I'm not even kidding when I say I've debated for weeks how much to post of this chapter and where to stop but it decided for its own so this update is actually not all of what it was originally! I decided to leave a specific scene for next week since I think it fits better (perfect for Valentine's Day 🤭). Still, this ending is my second favorite of all the chapters published and I hope you enjoy! Kudos to those who understand what Kyung-Jun meant because Seol-Hwa clearly doesn't 💔

The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room as you push open the staff lounge's door and step back inside, heart still heavy from the exchange with your friends just moments ago.

On the way back, the frustration and hurt you initially felt had already begun to ebb, but there was still a lingering ache, a feeling of being misunderstood.

When you'd left, you were sure they didn't fully trust in you—that they were trying to defend something you only half understood, but it didn't take away the sting.

As you fully entered, stepping across the threshold, your gaze was drawn to the two people you trusted the most.

Jun-Hee and Yoon-Seo both look up at the same time from where they were seated atop the empty desks in silence, their eyes softening with the weight of unspoken apologies.

Jung-Won and Da-Bum were no where in sight, having disappeared to somewhere only they knew, and you tired of continuously questioning it, feeling as though you'd never get the complete answer anyhow.

Maybe it's hypocritical of you to be skeptical of their less than full trust in you when you also can't reciprocate it.

The two present look at one another before turning to you, matching hesitant looks on their faces.

For the first time in a long time, the silence that stretches between you all is thick, but you feel it breaking as Yoon-Seo rises first, walking toward you with tentative steps before stopping, quietly spreading her arms wide open.

Yoon-Seo had always deeply been the kind, sensitive, and emotional one—the one who wore her heart on her sleeve, forever ready to comfort.

"I apologize, Seol-Hwa," Yoon-Seo says softly, voice cracking a little. "I know how it seems, but we didn't mean to make you feel like that: unseen and hurt. We were just... scared."

Before she can continue to apologize for something by no fault of her own, you meet her halfway and wrap your arms around her, enveloping her in the warmest hug possible.

You can feel Yoon-Seo's cheeks bunch up where its pressed into the side of your face and as she breathes out a sigh of relief, you know your friendship can easily pick up where it left off, no hesitation or doubts.

Smiling softly, you close your eyes as you let herself sink into the hug, absorbing the warmth. "I can't say that I don't bear any of the blame," you respond. "I just... I just harbor the hope that receiving trust would be easier than giving it, you know?"

Yoon-Seo pulls back slightly, hands still on your shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Though I may not be able to speak for everyone, but at least for myself, I trust you more than you could know. I promise."

There's no pause for you to answer as you feel another presence—one that makes Yoon-Seo give way—sensing Jun-Hee standing just a little too still, his expression unreadable, but there was an unmistakable intensity in his gaze.

He was quiet by nature—the one who kept his emotions buried deep—but when it came to you, his heart had always been laid bare in subtle ways.

Wordlessly, Jun-Hee surges forward, drawing you into his chest gently but with an undeniable sense of urgency, like he had been waiting to do so right as you walked away.

With the height difference between the two of you, your face is barely able to reach over his shoulder and you have to go on tiptoes for your chin to rest comfortably. One of his hands goes to the back of your head, cradling it, while the other winds around your waist, pulling you ever closer.

It takes you back to the conversation you both had the first night arriving and your heart hurts to go back to when things weren't so dire and your biggest challenge was keeping your feelings hidden, a now distant memory you took for granted.

The hug was different from Yoon-Seo's—slower, tighter, and there was something in the way he held you with the weight of unspoken words, something just beneath the surface that made your chest tighten. A soft tension hangs delicately, neither of you in any rush to let go.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"For every mistaken meaning." You can hear his exhale by your ear. "Just—if I offended you in any way, know that that wasn't my intent. I don't want you to think I don't trust you. It's the opposite actually—I care too much."

"The one thing I could never question is that." You pat his back soothingly. "In hindsight, I had overreacted. I was upset more with myself than anyone else, for if I can barely convince me, then how can I convince you all?"

"For those who don't believe in you, I'll return it on their behalf twice as much."

When Jun-Hee finally pulls away far enough for you to gaze up at him, his hand lingers for a moment on your arm, almost as though he has more to say but is holding back.

Yoon-Seo, who had been watching the two of you, amused, with her arms crossed in front of her, lets out a small, knowing laugh.

She pretends to fiddle with the camcorder strap around her neck and trying, but failing, to look anywhere but at you and Jun-Hee, the ghost of a smile on her lips. "I think I was outdone. Should I redo my asking for forgiveness?" She looks between the two of you mischievously, teasing, "I fear this way of embracing to apologize only works for Jun-Hee and him alone."

You roll your eyes before grinning so wide at Yoon-Seo that she becomes genuinely worried. "No, that's not true." Before she can react, you throw your arms around her neck and squeeze the life out of her.

She swats at your back repetitively as Jun-Hee chuckles in the background, all tension easing. "Seol. Hwa. Have. Mercy." You release her soon enough after a few more shakes, leaving her in a coughing fit, although it quickly dissolves into giggles soon after. "How could you do this to someone with weakened airways?"

"Guess you can say I take your breath away, huh?"

Yoon-Seo simply swivels you around so you're face to face with Jun-Hee. "You're saying it to the wrong person," she sing-songs.

The instant blushes that appear on yours and Jun-Hee's faces has her chortling to no end, enjoying it way too much all together.

You shake your head good-naturedly, taking a seat in one of the many chairs lining the room. "Have you guys found any more clues while I was gone?"

"No, nothing has happened yet—" Yoon-Seo begins, but her words die out as the intercom comes to life.

[ ᴄʜᴀ ʏᴜ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴅɪᴇᴅ. ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs, ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ. ]

Your heart plummets despite your resolute attempt in saving him after the unsettling feeling that pervaded you following your conversation.

You could only hope that what you had done would be enough.

It has to be enough.

The three of you don't even have the chance to look at one another before high-tailing it out of the room to dash toward the basement, following behind the crowd of your other classmates also doing the same.

Once you arrive at the scene, it's the most gruesome death to date.

It doesn't help that you're all clustered around him looking on like you're observing a spectacle—something non-sentient. The thought of every single classmate who had ended up in the same inhumane manner makes you sick to your stomach.

"Yu-Jun..." Jun-Hee utters beside you in shock. "Why did it have to be him?"

"He didn't break any rules so why is this the price he has to pay merely for falling?" Yeon-Woo's voice cracks in the background.

"That's because he didn't fall," you reveal quietly. "Someone killed him."

Gasps and muted murmurs come out all around you, everyone merely perceiving what they see as what the truth is.

"How can you be so sure?"

"There's endless evidence of struggle, especially with those wounds on his head." Scanning his now lifeless body, you state monotonously, "He was attacked from the front. If he had fallen, it wouldn't have come to this." You take a few steps back, the smell of blood wafting up suddenly too much to suppress. "This was an intentional attack."

"One more thing we should keep in mind though," Yoon-Seo points out as she scrolls through her phone, looking intently at it, "his identity hasn't been revealed. That means he'll be resurrected tomorrow morning, just as Jun-Hee had."

Yeon-Woo and Eun-Chan start discussing with one another before speaking loudly to the group at large.

"So is Yu-Jun not the Doctor then?" Yeon-Woo looks around at the somber faces. "He could've prevented his own death."

Eun-Chan slaps his friend upside the head.

"Ouch!"

"Please focus. We can neither confirm if he is or isn't. For all we know, he could've saved himself or a Doctor saved him."

"That doesn't help with anything! You're basically saying he could be but might also not be!"

Yeon-Woo scowls at Eun-Chan.

"We should cover him up for the time being and move him somewhere he can rest," you suggest, and Jun-Hee proceeds to place the sheet he was holding over Yu-Jun forlornly.

Red streaks bleed across the fabric, staining the pristine white, ever-enlarging blooms of suffering, and you have to glance away, wondering when the bloodshed will cease to taint what's pure.

"Hyun-Ho and I can take him to a safe place where he can await the coming of morning, don't worry." Dong-Hyun pats you on the shoulder as your cousin nods in agreement, the duo unanimously taking on postmortem responsibilities.

As everyone leaves, you, Jun-Hee, Yoon-Seo, and Jung-Won stay behind to scout the site for more clues.

"This must be the Mafia's doing," Jung-Won declares off-handedly, hand on her hip.

You take a cursory peek at her and maybe it's just in your eyes, but she doesn't seem too stricken about it compared to Yoon-Seo who's completely devastated, the light in her eyes dimmed.

"Mafia or not, that doesn't make this right," Yoon-Seo stresses. "Killing in broad daylight and to this extent...is pure evil."

Jung-Won looks on in distaste as Yoon-Seo once again pulls up the camera on her phone. "What will you do then? They've already taken it this far, maybe it's a lost cause. Maybe we have to accept that not everything can be reversed."

You tune out her increasingly heartless comments and walk around absentmindedly, searching from corner to corner. Jun-Hee follows silently behind, crouching down by a stack of cinder blocks hidden from immediate view.

"Of course I should find out who did it," Yoon-Seo responds, a bit frustrated, no intent to let the conversation end in futility. "I need to figure out the reason Yu-Jun came down here."

"Find anything?" you ask Jun-Hee, who's digging through the heavy wedges.

At his shake of the head, you pivot around, and there by your feet, lo and behold, is a bloody footprint. "Yoon-Seo!"

Hearing you call, the girls head your way to inspect, Yoon-Seo immediately capturing the new find. A few feet away, she picks up a piece of what appears to be part of a shoe sole.

Jun-Hee silently brings over a singular cinder mass, flipping it to reveal blood staining the sharpest corner.

Your chest constricts at the thought of what used to be done under the veil of night is now so easily outright under the light of day.

The scent of death follows you around, allowing no time for reprieve.

You wonder if you'll ever escape from its grasp.

The black ghostly fingers come to the forefront of your mind, sharp nails digging deep to puncture your lungs, stealing your breath.

You know that only when you run out of air will this struggle cease to exist.

Not until hours later do you manage to locate Hyun-Ho, oddly without the company of Dong-Hyun this time around.

It's still eerie to see Yu-Jun's body in the corner of the space. Although the cover is there, it can't quite mask what you knew to be underneath.

Hyun-Ho sits by the edge of the pool, his feet dangling just above the surface of the water with his jeans rolled up to his calves, sneakers abandoned beside him.

He was staring into the rippling surface, but evidently wasn't really seeing anything. His face was drawn, eyes half-lidded as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him.

Out of the two of you, he tended to be more detached, but today, there was something in his posture, in the slump of his shoulders, that told you he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed.

His silhouette is lonely against the even lonelier stillness of the room.

He startles when you sit down beside him.

"Seol-Hwa!" Hyun-Ho looks at you, surprised. "Were you looking for me?"

It wasn't an unfamiliar happening: you both used to spend hours as children, talking in hushed tones about everything and nothing, basking in one another's company as you sought out the other for trivial matters.

But now, the two of you have grown up.

All those worries of the past suddenly seem so minuscule, so insignificant.

And yet, you find yourself clinging to it, knowing you'd give everything up to be that carefree again—to be as unassuming, as innocent, and as naïve as you were then, carrying a heart unweighted by burdens.

"Actually, yes," you admit. "It was hard to find you." You gesture around. "The pool is the last place I would think for any of us to be, you know, after—" The words struggle to leave your throat.

"—After that night," Hyun-Ho finishes for you. At your nod, he continues on, "That's exactly why Dong-Hyun decided on here. No one would come back, ghost or no ghost, and neither would you."

You turn to look at him abruptly, tilting your head in confusion. "Me?"

Hyun-Ho clucks his tongue at you with narrowed eyes. "You're not as smart as you look."

You make to leave, getting back up on your feet. "Good talk—I'm leaving now."

He laughs and pats the tiles beside him, the sound dulled by the water wetting the floor. "I wasn't done." Begrudgingly, you take a seat again. "Of course we want to protect everyone if we can, but since we all know that's impossible, then you come first."

Your heart stutters at the sincerity and you're touched by the care for you. "We've talked about this," you intone. "Please don't go out of your way for me. Whatever happens will happen. It's the normal course of things."

Hyun-Ho fixes you with a serious look, the first in all the years you've known him. "This isn't normal."

That statement alone hurts more than it should.

"You know we can't go back," you say quietly as you look into the ebbing water of the pool. "We have to live with this reality, no matter how abnormal it is."

"Is this reality though?"

You close your eyes and exhale slowly. "Both my heart and mind say no, but the images refuse to stop replaying in my eyes. How can we forget everything as if it's an illusion? The pain is real and it's visceral."

"Are you okay?" Hyun-Ho asks you barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

The silence stretches long as you think, pondering deeply on such a simple question.

But is it ever simple to answer?

"Yes."

One lie.

"Are you acting as if you're okay?"

Beside you, your cousin shifts lightly, fingers gripping the cold-edged tiles. He could see it—the tension in your shoulders, the quiet tremor in your breath. Hyun-Ho has known you since birth—has practically grown up beside you. He could read you like a book, and right now, the page you were on was torn and frayed.

"Yes."

One truth.

Hyun-Ho nods, more to himself than you, and you see the movement from your peripheral vision. "Thank you."

"What ever for?"

"Being honest with me. It makes me happy you trust me enough to not have to pretend around me."

You turn to look at him as lays back on the cold tiles, staring absently at the ceiling.

"I—I haven't been completely honest with you."

He doesn't look disappointed by it, rather, he looked curious. "I can sense what you're worried about from a mile away, but don't worry, I'm not mad—I could never be mad at you. You must have your reasons if it's something you can't tell me, and in any case, your silence has always been for the right reasons."

"I'm a Doctor."

At this, he turns his head toward you, attempting to hide his shock from the revelation. He opens his mouth and closes it again, unable to find the words to say.

Ultimately, he sits up again, angling his body toward yours. His eyes are downcast, understanding the weight of your identity. "How hard this must've been for you this entire time..."

You start tearing up, hating that you love the responsibility. "I don't know if I'm a good one. You're the only one I've told—I can't risk the others knowing. I'm—I'm scared."

"Of what?" Hyun-Ho pries softly.

"That I'll let more than one person down." You wipe at your eyes, teardrops wetting the the back of your hand. "That I'll have to sacrifice one person I love for another. All I want is to save everyone."

Hyun-Ho scoots closer and grabs your hands in his, squeezing them. He doesn't respond immediately, instead watching you a gaze that's soft but steady, before finally speaking in a low, measured tone, voice grounding you, "What you feel, I can only imagine the half of it—if even that—but you have to understand that in our world—our real one —even doctors cannot save everyone, no matter how much they would like to. It's impossible to change someone's fate, especially if it's destined. There are many things that humans should be responsible for, but drawing extensions for one another's lifeline isn't one of them."

You smile sadly through the tears, water distorting your field of vision, so much so that the reflection of images become hazy in your pupils. "Yet here we are, both trying to protect the other, like our lives depend on it. What are we doing?"

Hyun-Ho returns your grin with one of his own, but it's tinged with melancholy. Gone is his usual joking nature and you find that happiness has died off long ago, gone with the wind.

"Trying our best."

Eventually, Dong-Hyun joins you and Hyun-Ho, the three of you making way toward the annex, tracking the sounds of a heated discussion.

When Eun-Ha spots you, she motions for you to come nearer, her movement causing Eun-Chan to turn his attention to your trio.

"Guys, over here. Right now."

"What's going on?"

Eun-Ha gestures to the wall. Where once there were words written in burnt orange, it's now replaced by red scribbles, entirely different statements.

From the Police: Jin-Ha is part of the Mafia, and so is Da-Bum.

Jun-Hee, Yoon-Seo, Jung-Won, and Da-Bum make their entrance shortly thereafter, moving over to your side of the crowd, catching up to the pressing issue.

Da-Bum simultaneously shakes his head and hands fervently. "I swear on my life I'm a Citizen."

Yeon-Woo pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, fixing Da-Bum with a long stare.

"Are you sure you're not part of the Mafia team? Anyone can swear on their life, whether they're lying or telling the truth. It doesn't make it any more indicative."

"It really isn't me," Da-Bum emphasizes. "What if it's not the Police who wrote this?"

"But if you think about it," Eun-Chan reasons, "the Police used their skill twice. To pinpoint two people makes perfect sense. It checks out."

Na-Hee scoots closer to the front, eyeing the words. "Earlier it said Jun-Hee was a Citizen though. Why did it change now?”

"Just like Da-Bum, it's not me either."

Jin-Ha scoffs from the other side. "Don't fucking lie. I bet the police wrote this because the last one was false."

Mi-Na readily agrees, and you start to dislike her more and more with each passing day, for possessing a character of being too easily swayed and never having any morals, no less different than So-Mi.

"If it was really the Police, they would name the Mafia. Why single out Citizens and make them easy targets to be eliminated?"

"Jin-Ha's not right and neither are you." You point between the two of them. "This one is more likely than not fabricated if you think with your brain rather than your bias." They both take offense but you barrel on. "Do you not see how weird it is that this appeared immediately after Yu-Jun's passing? The one who murdered him could've written this to frame others and take the pressure off of themselves. Moreover, those least to have suspicion thrown on them like Jun-Hee and Da-Bum, are expendable to the real culprit as a cover up in order to shift attention away from the crime they committed."

At that, Jin-Ha flinches, and you slide your eyes over to his subtle fidgeting, pupils shaking. When he catches your eye by accident, he outbursts, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

"Why are you so jumpy and defensive?" you press. "Don't tell me you were the one who left this message."

He struggles to refute and all eyes turn to him in waves.

Before it can escalate, So-Mi crosses her arms and shifts the matter back to you. "It's kind of funny how you guys are always late getting to these things. Did you have prior engagements to take care of?"

"You never get smarter, do you?" Jung-Won tsks at her, So-Mi sending icy glares in subdued retaliation. "It would be stupid for Seol-Hwa to speak up if she actually did it. Those who talk a lot or are always on the defensive are most likely to be the Mafia," she concludes, looking from So-Mi to Jin- Ha in succession.

"Be careful So-Mi." Eun-Ha smirks at her. "What you don't see with your eyes for certain, don't witness it with your mouth." She waves around in the air passingly as though her next words mean nothing when in fact, they mean everything. "There's an age-old saying that the more lies you spread, the more blood will spew from your mouth."

If it's not for Kyung-Jun stepping to the front, the girls would've gotten into a fight, no concern for concession. He saunters closer to the wall and rips the thumbtacked paper to shreds. "Quit this crap and show yourself, Police. Hand over your phones and let us see the kind of skill you have."

Yoon-Seo addresses him in exasperation, "Why bother when you know no one will admit to it?" She holds her phone up to his face, a picture of the bloody footprint from the crime scene on display. "We have enough clues to catch the killer."

She leads the way straight to the cafeteria where Seung-Bin's body laid only a day ago.

"Why did you bring us here just to tell us who did it?" So-Mi adds her two cents.

"In the warehouse," Yoon-Seo begins while ignoring So-Mi, "I found a footprint." She pulls out the rubber sole from her skirt pocket, presenting it to the group along with a shot of the basement's floor. "This was next to it, a piece which we can assume is from the shoe of Yu-Jun’s killer."

You squat down by the exact spot left untouched in the middle of the cafeteria, a twin imprint like that in the warehouse still visible. Pointing it to it, you add on, "This matches the one we discovered." Dragging your finger toward the incomplete imprint of the sole on the floor, you connect the dots clearly. "We found it weird there was a gap in this one, but with the piece in Yoon-Seo's possession, it explains everything."

Yoon-Seo transfers the rubber piece into Jun-Hee's awaiting hand and he peers around at everyone gathered. "This is a feature a lot of basketball shoes have."

"Basketball..." Yeon-Woo lets the word hang, gears spinning in his mind.

Yoon-Seo approaches Kyung-Jun and Jin- Ha, the only two out who enjoyed the sport with shoes to match. "Is this either of yours?"

"Why would you say that, you witch?" Jin- Ha curses at her in response.

"Then you should have no problem showing us your shoes."

Kyung-Jun rolls his eyes, although you can tell both him and Jin-Ha were hiding their fretting and nerves.

"Of course I have no problem with it." He lifts one foot up toward you, then the other. "Look as many times as you want. It won't be me."

You shift your eyes from one foot to the other, noticing both heels were intact. Looking up at Yoon-Seo and Jun-Hee, you shake your head.

"It's not him."

"I told you."

Kyung-Jun shoves his hands in his pockets and you can see him trying to hide the hint of a victorious smile.

Your eyebrows furrow in deep thought, knowing that he couldn't be a Mafia member no matter how suspicious the situation is, for me pushed hard for Woo-Ram's elimination. Mafia members wouldn't purposely kill off their own teammate as that would put them at a disadvantage going by the majority rule.

He backs away slightly as you study his behavior, leaving the spotlight on Jin-Ha.

"Just because it's not Kyung-Jun, why do you automatically suspect me?"

"Do the same as him then," Mi-Na taunts. "It's your turn to prove your innocence."

"Screw you all!" he shouts, but exhibits no indication of relenting.

"Guess we have to do it the hard way," Eun-Chan states before enlisting the help of Da- Bum to lift Jin-Ha up effortlessly, each holding a leg still, feet tilted forward.

"Will you put me down already?!"

Despite his screams of protest, Jun-Hee presses the piece against his sole, the lone part slotting in perfectly.

Eun-Chan and Da-Bum quickly drop him to the floor on his back after the confirmation, leaving Jin-Ha fuming and fumbling.

From your spot, his hand is in your direct line of sight. "Your hand," you voice out, drawing everyone's attention to it. "Who bit you?" Jin-Ha reflexively tries to hide it with his other hand but it's too late. The row of teeth marks marring the surface, having broken skin, has already been noticed by everyone. You scoff in disbelief, a sound of disgust leaving you on the exhale. "So it really was you. Why? How could you?" you ridicule angrily.

"It wasn't my fault!"

"We've already reached this point. What's the use of denying?!" Yoon-Seo raises her voice for the first time ever. "No excuses will dismiss the facts."

"Do you want another fact then?!" Jin-Ha's eyes are crazed as they fix on his leader. "He played the biggest part in it!"

Kyung-Jun rounds on him, spewing words so fast he nearly spits on him. "What are you saying, you bastard? The shoe and brick clearly single you out!"

"How could you possibly know that?" you inquire barely above a whisper, throat constricting tighter by the second at the cruelty of the two.

The tone of your voice draws Kyung-Jun's attention, his eyes pleading with you for the guiltlessness he doesn't possess.

"We never mentioned the weapon." Yoon-Seo's voice takes on a tone of disappointment but not one of shock.

"What...?"

"Jin-Ha was with someone else when it happened." She scrolls through another picture of a slightly larger footprint. "There was one with the heel intact. You can't tell me this isn't yours, can you?"

Kyung-Jun stays silent and it's a confirmation as any.

Jin-Ha gets on his knees, nearly begging the group. "You have to believe me! Kyung-Jun killed Seung-Bin and then went on to do the same to Yu-Jun to rid of witnesses."

"You fucking lunatic!" Kyung-Jun shouts, going straight for Jin-Ha's throat.

"Stop it!" Yeon-Woo, being the closest one to them, tries to pull them apart but is sorely unsuccessful in every attempt made.

"Get your hands off me, you fat pig!"

Jun-Hee joins in the fray to help, barely managing to drag Kyung-Jun back, but the taller one is stronger, sending a punch right to the former's mouth. Without wasting a single second, he dashes forward and kicks Jin-Ha without remorse before anyone can proceed to stop him.

"Cut it out!" Eun-Chan, Yeon-Woo, and even Da-Bum's combined strength fails in comparison as Kyung-Jun overpowers them, much to their disdain.

Not one to give up, Jun-Hee jumps on his back as he's facing away, resulting in Kyung-Jun flipping him off, resorting to shove him against the row of adjacent metal lockers, sending him sprawling.

You rush toward him as he groans in pain, holding his back and struggling to sit up from the impact.

"That's enough!" Hyun-Ho shouts and tackles Kyung-Jun to the floor, punching his face in repeatedly.

Even then, Kyung-Jun's anger continues to mount, attempting to fight regardless of his disadvantaged position pinned to the floor.

"Yah, yah, yah!" Yeon-Woo warns, seeing neither of the two relenting.

If they didn't stop, both would wind up dead at the hands of the other. As a last ditch effort, Yeon-Woo throws his entire body weight atop Kyung-Jun as Dong-Hyun and Eun-Chan forcibly drag a still-swinging Hyun-Ho away.

Only when the tension gradually simmers down does Yeon-Woo slowly remove himself, leaving a disheveled and bruised Kyung-Jun on the floor next to an equally as beaten up Jin-Ha.

In the midst of the melee, a marker comes rolling by to your feet and you pick it up. It doesn't escape Kyung-Jun's eye, and he trails its path straight back to Jin-Ha.

He suddenly laughs, the sound mocking and all-knowing. "Would you look at that? You were the one who changed the writings and you still refuse to be labeled as a Mafia?"

Jin-Ha continues his imploring to be spared despite all the odds stacked against him. "No! I didn't write that sign!" As more than a few turn their heads away from him, he crawls toward them pathetically, groveling. "I really don't know what's going on!"

"Don't play the victim now, scumbag." Kyung-Jun turns to address the rest. Vote him out." As Jin-Ha, crazed in his appeal to each and every classmate individually, Kyung-Jun continues to back him into a corner, their friendship now broken beyond repair. "How pitiful. Let's eliminate him and put him out of his misery. Why go through unnecessary trouble when the Mafia has already presented himself to us?"

Jun-Hee staggers to get up and you help him to his feet as he leans on you for support. "You can't be one to talk when you also killed Yu-Jun!" He steps in between them and decides with resolution, "We'll put you two in separate rooms until voting time."

Dong-Hyun pulls Jin-Ha up as Hyun-Ho apprehends Kyung-Jun and the rest trail behind in silence as the two culprits are lead to the dorms.

Jin-Ha obediently ambles into his room without further defenses or propositions, a stark contrast to the other suspect at hand.

"This is a fucking prison cell." Kyung-Jun leans against the door jamb, phone in hand. He pivots on his heel, heading into confinement, but before he can slam the door shut in a display of anger, Mi-Na sticks a foot in to keep it from closing.

"What now?"

"Hand over the keys."

"Why?"

Mi-Na looks at him pointedly. "Isn't it obvious? What if you get out? We can't trust you to not go on a killing spree."

So-Mi sidles up next to her.

"The cafeteria belongs to all of us now, so give it up."

She holds out her hand but Kyung-Jun swats it away.

"They're gone. I lost them."

"Bullshit," So-Mi calls.

"I said I don't have them!" he grits through his teeth in her face as she pesters on. "Quit your yapping unless you want to do a full body search? Be my guest, but that means you can be subjected to the same if you're being doubted."

Irritated and embarrassed, So-Mi exits with a huff, Mi-Na tagging along behind her.

No longer seeing imminent trouble, the rest trickle out, leaving your friend group in the middle of the hallway.

"If not the keys, then give me your phone for now. I'll keep it as collateral," Jung-Won demands. "You can't go anywhere or do anything without it. This is the least you can do to make us trust you even as a murderer."

Without waiting for his response or consent, Da-Bum yanks the device out of Kyung- Jun's grip and it throws you for a loop, even more shocked than Kyung-Jun himself.

"You've grown up quite a lot, haven't you, Da-Bum?" Kyung-Jun sizes him up, patting his cheek condescendingly.

Ignoring him, Da-Bum passes the phone to Jun-Hee standing against the opposite wall.

Jin-Ha peeks his head out from his room, wanting to get one last word in. "It may seem like it, but I really am not the Mafia. I may have lied about other things, but in this, I'm telling the truth."

Opposing him, Kyung-Jun also states his position. "Even one citizen must be saved for every citizen to live."

The door swings shut on both sides.

With the two locked up, your remaining friends disperse to their own respective rooms, leaving only you and Jun-Hee behind.

"I need to collect Jin-Ha's phone too. Will you be alright out here alone guarding Kyung-Jun's door just until I'm done?"

"I'll be fine."

Assured, he steps into Jin-Ha's chamber and you're by yourself, back against the wall next to Kyung-Jun's room, wanting more than anything to sink to the ground in weariness.

Only a few minutes have passed before the door creaks open and you turn toward the source, finding Kyung-Jun with one hand on the inner doorknob, shoulder leaning against the door.

He stares at you and you're not entirely sure what the space between one breath and the next—between indecision and certainty truly meant.

Kyung-Jun glances around briefly before stepping even closer to you and reaching for your hand.

Uncurling your fingers, he drops a small metal key into your palm, closing your digits once again around them.

His hand engulfs yours, grasp lingering nearly imperceptibly, almost as though wanting to prolong the one chance he can't otherwise have.

"The rest I have hidden behind the metal door that holds the emergency hose." He points to what's in your hold. "This is the one key that matters out of the whole ring." You can tell he isn't lying this time around. "It's the only one that locks the rooftop storage room from the inside, so no Mafia members will be able to get to you, no matter what they do."

You try and fail to wrap your head around the unexpected exchange. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Repayment."

"You don't owe me anything..."

"For the trust you put in me that I broke."

The night of him being pitted against Woo-Ram is still too soon to disappear from your memory, the double betrayal cutting far too deep to forget.

"You know it's not something that can be so easily fixed, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then, why are you still trying?"

"I want to pretend that my life isn't an entire sequence of bad choices."

"To give me this—" you look down at the key in your palm, "—isn't this another wrong decision?"

"No."

"Why would you give up something so important?"

"I've given up something more important than this. This is far from my kryptonite."

"Then what is it? Your weakness."

"You—"

A long pause.

"—will never find it."

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