#it's gay poly hours

[nom-de-plume-system]

Peak plural polyamorous performance: being a dreamtale dream fictive and dating a cross fictive, an epic fictive, a SD dream fictive, a killer fictive, an ink fictive, another killer fictive, a worm off the string, a protogen, a sand being, another ink fictive, a felllust fictive and a lust fictive

Bonus points: you want/plan to/already have intermingled your genetics with some/all of them to have some kids

Extra bonus points: Some of them already date each other, too ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘

[random-lil-illing]

who you gonna call?

THE DEAD POETS!

This is inspired by a post from @blakenation1 , where they talked about modern! dead poets dressing up together for halloween :] i hope you like this!

no speedpaint this time, unfortunately, since the video of it is too big to upload :(

[the-august-axolotl]

Day 1: Flowers

Ink made them a lil surprise painting <3

@starsanspolyweek

[sunsoak]

Growing up is realizing your aunt and uncle have a weird ass fucking relationship with each other that you may never understand

[marsixm]

i complain about being alone but i like do not want to date lmao i want to already be married to my soulmate for 10 years

[wisewordsofpolly]

“The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”

-unknown

[queercherrypie]

I’m genuinely impressed. The person in the comments asked me to explain what I meant by the tag:

“Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore/Lorenzo “Enzo” St. John (end goal)”

Where did anyone get this idea after reading 13 FuKiNg ChApTeRs where everything screams:

 “BAMENZO!!!BAMON!!DENZO!!!” In caps.

Genuinely concerned.

NOT?

NÃO?

NEIN?

НЕТ?

HAYIR?

[chaosandmarigolds]

(Ahem ahem)

Now by no means is the military *homophobic* nor is Price. However, they has seen enough buddies get "married" for the sake of having a better housing arrangment on the base, so it be had very quickly become increasingly difficult for couples of the same sex to get better housing or for their marriage to be considered real.

So when your Lieutenant came up to you on that random Sunday morning, saying nothing other than, "I'm bi, legally married to Johnny but thr fuckfaces at housing say m faking."

If your eyes hadn't seemed interested from your dazed and sleepy stare the next sentence caused you lock in.

"Marry me."

...you shut the door in his face.

Now, about four hours later you had been trying to get coffee, key word had been trying. Until Price came up to you, seemingly to be more confused than anything. "Congratulations."

You falter, the warm liquid barely reaching your lips and you give him a look, "Ya know i know I'm usally late on my reports but no need to be a dick when I do turn em in."

"No. On getting married."

Silence.

....that fucker

"Oh! Heh, yeah yeah, I kinda...didn't want him bringing any attention to it. Didn't think he would-"

"Yeah never saw you and Johnny getting toegther."

You almost gagged, coughing as you doubled over within the mess hall and your face feeling incredibly hot. "Mmhm."

The next two days had been a very odd blur, everything seemingly to be just a mess of emotions and very dramatic pleading from your "husband" Who already had a husband?? They had a decent amount of paperwork to do, and then movers and then more paperwork as your "best friend" wanted to move in as well.

"So how long have you been married?"

"A year-"

"Few months-"

...

"What he means is that we eloped a year ago and had a family and friends wedding few months ago."

..

"I have to answer all these questions about you?" You look at the small stack of questions, "Johnny i don't fucking know your mother's maiden name."

"O'Donnel."

"...very Scottish of you-"

"Not Scottish, lassie."

"Oops."

--

Then came actually selling the whole bit, a few kisses on the cheeks there, some flirting there. Very domestic really.

Then came trying to explain it to your girlfriends

"He isn't gay?"

"Girl you are marrying a gay man isn't he fucking that-the scary one?"

"...no no no they're just...ya know?? Bromance?? It's so bromance."

--

"I don't wanna go on a date."

"We have to lassie, we said the anniversary was today so we gotta-"

"But Price is on my ass about-"

"You're going." The sound of the lieutenant made you jump, of course he was in your room, why wouldn't he be in your room?

"Hey! I never agreed to any of this."

"Plllleeeeaaaase lassie, Price already approved the time off."

--

Two months in you started to get different remarks from friends and even coworkers

"You could've just said you didn't wanna choose."

"Took them both?"

"Ya know I read an article that said those sorts of relationships are much more sustainable-"

It didn't quite click till you were talking to Kyle one day-

"So how are ya boys?"

You laugh, going on with typing the report, "my boys?"

Kyle seemed to stare at you long enough that you looked up to him, and then he spoke, "Is it not true?"

"Is...what not true?"

"That you, Soap and LT are in one of those....poly thingies?"

"Polyamory." You correct the term and look down, trying to find the words but failing- sure the lines between friendship and...whatever was blurred but that was to be expected as you were all living in the same house, "No?? We- he jus-"

"No shame! No shame, just didn't know."

(Annnnd that's all I got. Toodles!!!)

[kodamaghost00]

30 Angel Dust Headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut.

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!You’re a new resident at the Hotel in this scenario.

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Let’s begin!

He calls you “Sugar” and “Cutie” for sure. He loves seeing you flustered. It always gets him a good laugh.

When you first arrived at the hotel he flirted with you instantly since you’re his type. He got exited when you mirrored his demeanor.

He listens to music to calm himself down. Especially after a long shoot with Valentino.

You and him immediately start off on good terms. You casually flirt together too.

He trusts you very much. He told you about his experience with Val and you comfort him when he cries.

He’s the biggest bottom you could ever find but if you are a bottom/switch he’s willing to top you.

He asks you to review his porn and give your honest opinion.

Fat nuggets is your child now. You both are proud parents.

One night Angel,Fat nuggets and you slept in one bed together after watching a horror movie as a family… how adorable…

Angel isn’t the type to wake up early. You mostly have to wake him up. “Not now Sugar, daddy needs his beauty sleep.” You just laughed and shook your head after hearing that.

You help him on set often too. You hate Val but admire Angels dedication for his job. You mostly help with the make-up application.

He takes good care of you when you guys go out. It can be a handful if cherry is going to a bar with y’all.

After a long day he just wants to rest and cuddle with you. He warps his arms around you and lightly snores.

He wakes up in the middle of the night often due to nightmares… he wakes up with sweat all over him. “Huh… just a dream… it was just a dream…”

When he looks at you he has this one specific look of “I love you but I can’t tell you directly” . And it’s adorable…

You both definitely planned to rob a bank together.

Angel often says “If I would’ve known you during my living days, I think we would’ve get together perfectly.”

He will fuck the living shit out of you. He loves to sweet talk but also to degrade you.

Valentino even suggested if you two would like to do a porn together and angel was tempted to say yes. But for your sake he declined Val’s offer.

Sometimes angel gets knocked out at the bar so you and husk have to drag him to his room.

He’s actually also a talented artist. He drew you a potrait once and it looked incredible realistic. He never rlly explored this side of him though.

Often says “pspspspspspsps” to husk just to piss him off…

He basically has no type. He’ll just fuck what he likes.

He sees Niffty like a little sister that he has to babysit often.

He would go into a poly relationship with you and Husk.

Fat nuggets sleeps next to him every single day. No exeptions.

He likes interacting with his normal fans who don’t sexualize him and actually like his talent.

He often needs reassurance and calls with Cherry a lot for it.

Him and Cherry shit talk for literal HOURS. Especially about Valentino. “He’s the last one to criticize my hair… GET YOURSELF YOUR OWN FIRST AND THEN WE CAN TALK.”

The only thing he actually is grateful for is fat nuggets… he dresses him up often.

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MASTERLIST

Thank you so much for reading my silly headcanons once again. I know I’ve been gone for quite some time but life’s though rn… so we’ll see each other next post!!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[winchesterf]

it's actually worse than i thought it was gonna be

okay im about to watch red white and royal blue but if it sucks im never trusting tumblr ever again

[nectar-cellar]

4t3 Conversion: Bank42n BNX BXBF Men's Boxer Brief

Hello gays.

This conversion took a lot of hours and it is not great. The bone assignment sucks. It doesn't work well with sitting, squatting, and some standing poses. The mesh will clip and distort in weird ways.

It was a real pain in the ass to make.

But it works. So I humbly offer you this eye candy in honour of this auspicious month. If you want it... take it... 🌈

2K textures.

Fully recolourable: waistband, logo, and fabric. Also 2 presets with a black waistband and a white waistband. And 3 of the original swatches

Medium poly count: 3700 polygons

Custom thumbnail

Admire the original here.

Download: simfileshare / mega

[flowerfreya]

Emotions

Part 6 of The Office AU

Pairing: John Price x Soap x Ghost x Gaz

Content: I saw a post that said a lot of poly 141 is actually just RH , which made me want to give backstory on the 141 and the lore

There is gay smut in this so minors DNI

Masterlist

They all met each other when they got recruited to be in a special task force that was made up entirely of SPECOP soldiers, Johnny for explosives, Gaz for communications , Simon for security, and John was the leader of it all. They trauma bonded, hard. They got close, closer than a lot of other special groups usually do. They were away from other humans other than themselves for almost 6 - 9 months out of the year. They went through everything together. One mission changed everything. 

It was cold , they were in Serbia doing recon in a safe house that maybe housed the spies that the brass has been looking for when they were spotted. A gunshot pierces Johnny in the leg and then another shot appears where his foot just was. Price is yelling , trying to get a nine line out here but it’s too hostile, too remote, too far. Johnny thinks he’s going to die, he sees all his blood in the snow and thinks this is it. 

“I love you”, he whispers, to no one specific because he is saying  it to all of them. Gaz is trying to stop the bleeding, making a tourniquet, shakes his head with a grim look on his face doesn’t respond, can’t respond. Sounds like a goodbye to him so he doesn’t respond and continues to try to stop the bleeding. 

“Shut the fuck up”,Ghost growls. He looks down and sees that Johnny's eyes are closed and gives him a little slap, “you're not dying that easy on me”. He sounds mad but his eyes are frantic, looking from Price to Gaz, to Soap’s leg and then back again. He can’t lose him because he knows if they lose Soap , they won’t recover after this they won’t. Price is screaming over the radio, just flat out ignores Soap goodbye because it’s not to him and he will be able to say it back tomorrow. They won’t give him the evac, stating that a helo won’t be able to land there without being hit by the hostiles. 

“We can clear the hostiles”, Price affirms. 

Ghost isn’t the best sniper out of the group but compared to the rest of the division he is ranked top three. He takes them out with three bullets, one for each person. When he lift the mirror from the quickly built cover and nothing happens , they quickly and carefully as possible haul Soap to the safe house. It’s bare, only a fire going and almost expired can be good but it’s a shelter. The evac takes 5 hours to get there. Johnny is sweating but every once in a while would complain of being cold. He’s pale and exhausted. He doesn’t get mad when they shake him away every time he closes his eyes. He knows he’s close to death but when he looks at Price’s face and it purr agony anytime he looks at him, Soap knows that he needs this, if this is all he can do to make him feel better he will do it. 

“After this, I’m done”, Simon speaks up, he looks down at the floor but he sounds resolved like he’s made up his mind. 

“Me too”, Gaz argrees. 

“Me too”,Soap whispers , he tries to raise his hand but Ghost gives him that if wasn’t already dying, Ghost would do it. Price just nods because even though his career is his life, what is the point when the people that he loves are not there with him. There is none. 

“Me too”,Price says.

~

When Soap finally gets out of the hospital after three weeks and two surgeries , he’s prescribed physical therapy and an honorable discharge. The rest of the boys take a minute to get that same honor but when they do , they take the night to celebrate. 

They are drunk, having brought the most expensive bottle of whiskey and mead that Price has. And they get drunk, they get horny. Someone suggested strip poker, “I don’t know how to play poker”, Gaz exclaims. 

“Come sit in papa’s lap , will help you”, Price is patting his lap and Gaz takes a seat already feeling his length against his ass. The game doesn’t even progress past the first pass before they migrate to the bed. Gaz lets out a mewl as Soap licks from the top of his cock and then gives the best rimjob that he’s ever received in his life. He grips Price’s shoulder as he lets out a needy hum into his mouth, thrusting up into the air looking for any type of friction and receiving none. “Please”, he whimpers. 

“Please, what”, Simon says. But Simon already knows what he wants and is prepped enough to give it. He swings his legs over Gaz and gently lowers himself onto his cock letting a low and slow growl as Gaz lets out a curse , “so warm, feels so good”, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Price grabs Gaz’s hand and places it on his hard cock and envelopes his hand to move up and down, he lets out a broken gasp , “Keep doing that baby”, he whispers in his ear. Ghost grabs the back of Soap's head and holds him there, Soap makes a filthy wet noise, his hips moving up and down against Gaz’s leg getting off the all the noise and just rimming him in general.

Gaz hips stutter inside of Ghost, Ghost grabs on to his own cock and sets a bruising pace , which Gaz matches on Price’s cock. Let out a collective variety of curse words before warm cum is all over Gaz and inside Simon. Soap lifts off of Gaz and gives a dirty kiss to Simon and then Simon gives a nasty and loud kiss to Price with Gaz reaching over Simon’s shoulder to give Soap a kiss.

Price get’s up to go to the bathroom to get them all cleaned up with Soap going to the kitchen to get a large water bottle. Ghost and Gaz are cuddling, with Gaz holding Simon talking sweet nothing in his ear with him already dozing off. Price gets everyone cleaned up and Soap makes sure everyone gets some water, then they get into a giant ass bed that of course Price custom made and goes to sleep , because tomorrow Price has an interview for a new permanent receptionist.

[sunrise-imagines]

Marshall Lee and Gary Prince x reader dating hcs? NSFW and sfw plssss (can either be together or separate IDM)

Assjdhdhjd finallyyyy, thank you so much for requesting this! I’ll keep it sfw for now but I’ll post some nsfw headcanons for them later! Hope you enjoy!

(Also there are a few references to Adventure Time characters in the beginning, so if you recognize those you get a cookie!)

TW: Mentions of abuse, skip the section marked with “***” if you want to avoid these, mentions of homophobia, rich people

Poly! Marshall Lee x Reader x Gary Prince Relationship Headcanons

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• Since we already know a bit about Marshall, I wanted to touch a bit on Gary’s backstory just for funsies. This is where the TW comes in so skip this part if you aren’t comfortable with that

• His parents died when he was very young, so he was given custody to his Aunt Griselda and her family.

• He also has a little sister, Nadine, who has autism and is nonverbal.

• Sadly, he and his sister were verbally and sometimes physically abused by them, so at the age of 16 he got emancipated and started to live on his own while taking care of Nadine.

• He’s currently enrolled in Community College classes and hopes to improve his financial situation to help support them both.

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With that out of the way, onto the headcanons!

• Gay gay homosexual homosexual gay-

• Y’all are that totally-in-love queer couple throuple that make homophobes that see you in public clutch their pearls (the lemoncarbs).

• You all make sure to spend time together individually as well as all together so no one feels left out.

• Gary’s dates consist of taking you to a cozy café or sneaking into the bakery after hours to make you all kinds of sweets.

• Marshall is much more unorthodox in his choices, taking you to a bar on the other side of town or exploring a vacant building before chilling on the rooftop.

• Marshall will also steal his mom’s credit cards and take you two out to fancy restaurants, ignoring several missed calls and dozens of texts from her while the three of you try everything on the menu.

• If you want to learn how to play guitar, Marshall would be happy to teach you, or have a jam session if you know how to sing or play another instrument. As for Gary, there isn’t a musical bone in the poor man’s body. Karaoke night is always a struggle to get through with him, but you both love him anyway.

• You and Marshall have a never ending supply of sweets and pastries to try, as he has you two sample all of his pastrymanchen(?) before he starts selling them.

• Now that you’re all dating, Marshall will usually crash at either your or Gary’s places instead of Fionna’s. This means Ellis P is also around sometimes, but if he gets too annoying (which he often does) just let Marshall know and he’ll gently but firmly kick his ass out.

• You all sleep in a big pile with Marshall and Gary on either side of you, basically this but with you sandwiched in the middle

• Sometimes Marshall takes you out for drives in his van, parking by an overlook and just watching the sunset with y’all.

• In the winter you guys will go to the ice skating rink! Gary is a really good skater, so he’s the one guiding you both while you and Marshall hold onto the railing and try not to fall

• Marshall wants you all to get matching tattoos, and Gary is kind of hesitant about it, but if you want it too then he’ll agree to getting a small one.

• Although it would seem like Gary does most of the cooking, Marshall isn’t bad at it either and he’ll help out in the kitchen quite often (his Dad taught him how to make a few dishes when he was a kid)

• Both of them are very supportive of your goals in life and will help you to achieve your dreams in whatever way they can.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for not making any of my characters, that I have to crank out daily, pansexual/polysexual/omnisexual specifically and only making them bi?

🏳️‍🌈👶🏼 so i can recognize this later lmao also I'm not panphobic or anything, this isn't about the validity of the label, pan is fine.

So i (20snb bi) have a project I'm working on where I take all the characters from a specifc media I'm into and pair them up with each other to make every possible ship kid from every possible ship(excluding characters who are kids themselves or are related or something, that shit is gross). Basically taking every character and pairing them up with another and creating a kid I think they'd have. Its a big project with lots of characters and I'm easily over 400 at this point. I really enjoy this, even if I'm not even 25% complete.

However I set a schedule for myself that at least one ship kid needs to come out each day which, considering I draw them, color them and give them some development and some even have siblings, (The refs themselves easily take me an hour to an hour and a half) I have to make lots of them quickly to keep up with my daily grind. I've been doing this project for over a year and although it's stressful, I can get them out quickly with breaks for myself.

Their character sheets all have some pretty basic info like their name, gender, pronouns, personality and more but it also includes their sexuality/orientation. I have a pretty basic list of options for what their sexuality will be: straight, lesbian, gay, Enbian, bi, Aro, ace and aroace with a few random things like polyam, WLW and a good amount of the something-loving-something/juvelic terms. I did this because, well, there's not many entirely unique orientations outside of them and although I love mogai/xenogenders and complex identities, I dont want to potentially drag up discourse or bring problems to my budding art blog over it. Its just not worth it to me to turn something I really care about on its head, even if I like microlabels.

In this case, I'm using bi as an umbrella term as most of the other terms share the same definition with slight variations in wording or action but not much difference in practice. We all like everyone, it's basic stuff. However, apparently this is a problem.

I've gotten one or two anons asking me questions about my guides asking some kind stuff like is this lesbian ship kid a butch or femme or Is this picture of them now or just at the age you put on the ref and other harmless stuff. Then things got rude with some Nbphobia but thrice now I've gotten asks:

1. Asking snarkily if im a panphobe

2. insulting me for not specifically writing pan or Omni and just writing bi.

3. Saying that I "clearly dont care about pansexual representation." Then brought up how my primary oc is native american so i clearly care about representation but that oc used to be a sona and I'm native?? Its confusing. (And Lowkey racist shit to just assume any native character is a "diversity quota" character instead of just a person existing but I digress-)

Im not pan, im bi so ig these people assume I'm not cool with pan people which isnt true? I have nothing aginest them, they are just pretty similar and I dont feel like it matters if they are specfically bi or pan or poly or any other label. I don't go into details like that for any other sub-group, not even pronouns and I included combinations and some common Neopronouns. I understand the importance of representation but my project has less than 50 people looking at it every day, Im not netflix or something. I'm one guy on the most LGBT blogging site with a big project and very little audience, I'm not showing people who wouldn't already know what pan is that pansexuality exists.

This project isn't that deep considering the characters in question aren't human/dont have human characteristics.(no it's not hazbin/helluva) Also ive never spoken about lgbt discourse or stated anything remotely close to it beyond the guides just passively having characters who are an LGBT identity. I've not even mentioned all the potentional orientations they could have so I'm not sure where/why this came up in the first place. The most politcial things ive said are calling out a creator in my fandom who outed themselves as a transphobe and mentioning im pro-palestine. That's it.

I mean this is pretty low stakes, I can just block these people and be done with it and this some seriously online shit but I just wanna check.

Am I being an asshole for just writing bi instead of specifying their mspec label because I have to produce characters quickly and I don't see enough of a difference to warrant a change/specification that would ultimately slow and clog an already stressful and complex project?

I dont think I am but idk lol

What are these acronyms?

[unholywriters]

Demon's Desire - Chapter One

Tags: demon au, demon stray kids, demon Chan, demon Felix, demon han, demon Changbin, demon hyunjin, Demon seungmin, demon lee know, demon jeongin, obsession, poly, unproected sex, mpreg, markings, hell, minors DNI

WC: 2.9k

Summary: The reader is living comfortably in a luxury apartment while working at a booming nightclub as a sir of the night, after counting the cash from their closing show they wanted to head home after getting much more money than they thought. But ran into 8 handsome men with one of them offering to take them home, but waking up after a sudden car crash, they had a choice to make.

Taglist: @a-short-ass-disappointment @gnusihcom

Feel free to ask me to be added to the tag list of this one!

Men of the night, it’s not something a lot of people aren't used to seeing or hearing about. After all most men have the money to spend on things like this and keep it a secret from those around them just to seem like nothing else happened. It doesn’t matter to me, I get paid and live comfortably and paying my dues and debts. I’m living fa from home, a place where it was either I become a doctor or something that would bring in high money so my sister could do as she wanted without our parents having to work too long or be gone from her precious grasp. Leaving was hte best thing of my life, I had my phone just to see the messages from them and watched them get shunned from the family.

Of course after some years people tried to get me to forgive and talk to them again, Telling me that they’ve fallen from grace and now hvae to live paycheck to paycheck, my sister having the hardest time trying to adjust to not having everything she used to hvae, lavish dinners, endless shopping trips, all the cars she wanted, new clothes everyday, accessories. They had to sell everything and then had to start over, but I just started to cut off everyone, I had no family. I was alone just like I was used to after so many years. It was peaceful, I walked to the nightclub I worked at. Where I was known as shimmering Diamond. My show was always the last one just to watch everyon throw in the big dollars like they meant nothing and I could take them all home just to handle the rest of my personal things. I had enough to nearly buy out a place if I wanted to, but I like livinig in my apartment. Top floor, almost no one else lives there since the rent for those are so high with everything being high class and cleaned everyday by hnd trained staff everytime I leave.

With the list I leave out everyday whenever I leave for work, it gets done and I always have a new wine botttle everytime I leave to do so. It was somethign I tend to enjoy really and I like it. Getting to taste new wine befroe going to bed after dancing for hours, hearing nonstop screams and whistles while no one truly gets to touch me because I don’t allow it. Since most of the men that come in there aren’t gay, they just want a twink but I don’t allow them to have that fantasy. I’m a lot mroe then just a twink and I won’t let your ego think you can get a twink to scream with that one inch. But nonetheless, I grabbed my work bag from my closet door.It had my favorite sliver shinning wig sealed in a careful bag, there was also a thigh high boots sprayed with a glitter sliver that would glow in the stagelight, with my favorite outfit. The skirt would spread out everytime I did a spin around that pole like shimmering lights and the top would just melt into my skin. Grabbing everyones attention and would go crazy, some would even look like they were foaming at hte mouth just to see me finish and there was nothing I could do about it. But use it to my advantage.

I got to the back door and did the four knocks, ignoring the bright street light pointing to the mian entrance of the club nad saw the bouncer opn the door. Pushing his hair back with his left hand while he looked at me from the top step. “Come on in Diamond, your room is ready.” I playfully rolled my eyes as I walked inside the dark neon red hallway, hearing the door close and lock behind me as I walked and made a turn to my room. Some dancers hated my room, it had a star on it for me to know which one is mine and it was slightly bigger. The mian back wall was pratically a large mirror with lights on the side, spilt vanity on each side with every product I’d use and my own pole to give private shows. I don’t do those much or even often. Some hate it, others tell me I’m missing out, either way I don’t mind mising out. I want to last longer then 2 minutes anyway and have fun the rest of the night leading to me going home and them being mad my poor legs aren’t shaking like they hope they would.

But I dind’t care either, I took a quick shower while getting ready. Making sure everything was just right and my wig was on just the way I liked it. My outfit was on good enough and I smelled like roses mixed with peaches. wanting to bring in as much as I could for tonight, there was an outfit I wa looking forward to and wanted to get in the morning and hope it wasn’t sold out or anything. Then I’d have to put in an order for it and wait even longer since they are high demand for those who can afford it. After getting dressed and ready it was time for me to head out, something I either always hated or would enjoy but that depended on the crowd. I made my way out, saying hello to th egirls who were laughing at some gossip while others were peaking from the side. I susally tend to close out teh sound of the announcer and the screams as I make my way out. And when I did I saw why some girls looked worn out. The floor seemed to be filled with those who carry the big dollars. Those who really could afford to throw the single one dollars, maybe even the 20s if they wanted to.

Dancing at first can always be nerbous, because when you want to make sure you have enough, you want to go hard. Go wild just to keep everyones attention, but you have to start slow, then build your way up. Like a song, well some songs start off crazy but my point is start off slow. Even when I was looking in the ground sometimes quickly, I was dancing around and looking like a mess by the end of the night. And that’s how it was for the night, my shows are usually last about 4 songs at minimum since I like to throw in something that is slightly before dancing back like I was finally breakig free. Something I tend to do very well. But by the end of it all, the stage was covered in 5’s, 10’s,and 20’s. Something I’d never seen in the time I’ve been doing this. It was shocking and I didn’t know what to do other then just pick up everything as the lights went out. We were done for the night and we could do whatever we wanted. Go out and talk to people or get ready to do private shows. I didn’t have a list probably, I didn’t know but I was more focused on counting all the money. Each room has a money counter and we make sure all the bills we have are real and not fake. Some try to pay with fake bills which is why they have to pay up at front before coming back here. No cash? No show.

“5k for that?” I was surprised when I saw the total. I don’t know exactly how much but I put it all in my bag along with my clothes, if this is what I got then I needed nothing more from tonight nad could go home and take an early shower. Something I was excited about. I’d just need to talk to the manager about it before I could do anything else since I knew I wasn’t here long. But all of this and me staying for the full time would help some. So I covered myself with a black coat I have, fixing my hair some before walking out and walking to the main floor where she likes to hang out. Making sure my door was double locked while I kept walking. Looking up to the v.i.p. I saw the managaer head upstairs behind 8 well dressed men. Even waving me over to come with her so I did. Confused, I still went over to her before the two bouncers stood close together while we walked up the clear glass stairs.

walking over to the far side with the dark purple velvert with soft cusions with a glass round table in the middle. The music around now is softer since we aren’t performing. “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to see you. This is our best performer, Diamond. He loves the stage.” I softly bowed and waved to them, looking at each of them and wondering what in teh world are 8 handsome men doing here. They could buy this place out if they wanted ot and there would be nothing more that I could do, thought I would like to see that but that’s not why I’m here. “They did amazing tonight, they know how to keep a show going.” One of them said, crossing his legs over and pushing some of his hair back before holding his hand out to me. “Hyunjin Hwangm, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I shook his hand while looking at the others. There was somethign about the man in the middle, with how he sat there with the others arpund him. Like he was the boss and if anyone of his crew wanted aomething he woudl get it for them with a simple look, or wave of his hand. “Would you like to sit with us while we have a chat? The others don’t bite some are just…tired is all.” Hyunjin was very convincing with his word choice. The way he looked under the light just so his eyes could shine enough to make you want to stay, like if you told him no,there was no getting away from him.

“I love the offer Mister Hwang, but I wanted to ask my manager if I could get home. My landlord sent me something about a pipe or something, don’t want to risk a flood.” I slightly did lie, but there was some problems at the paartment because someone threw wipes in the toliet and it started to clog some, though I’m sure by now it’s fixed. But he looked over to the man in the middle, no words were exchanged, all I saw was a quick raise of both eyebrows before he turned back to me, smiling still while holding his bag. “Let me walk down with you to call a cab, please.” “If you inisit, mister Hwang, let me get my work bag.” He stood up with a poliet smile before walking with me, his arm going around my waist to keep me close while we wlaked down the stairs. I wondered why he wanted to walk with me but didn’t want to seem like I was too high, even my manager looked at me hoping something would go right. He stayed at the backroom entrance while I unlocked my door and walked in, grabbing my bag and walking over. It felt weird, having someone walk with me while they called a cab just to make sure I got home without any favors.

He walked me outside pasy the crowds of people, standing under a light pole while some people were stubmling trying to get away, or some were trying to get close, but he just ignored them. “WHat brings you and your friends to this rundown place?” He looked over to me and smiled, like he was waiting for this question in order to finally tell someone a secret he was waiting to tell after being given permission to do so by the person. “We want to expand this and make it a safer place for some, one floor for dancing, one floor for v.i.p.’s, and the top floor for staff, each room would be large for comfort and things like that. We’ve done a lot and deicded this was one, I love coming here to get something to eat. Not in the obvious way when some come here.” “Oh yeah? I feel like with you 8 running the place we’d have a lot more people coming in just to see you in action.” He let out a soft chuckle before walking in front of me to open a car door, it was a luxury car that had a little snack jar in between the seats. I liked it. “Just tell teh driver where to drop you off and he will, see you around, diamond.” I gave him a smile before getting in and sitting in the car. Giving the best I could to get home and just let him drive. It was a cery relaxing drive.

I found myself falling asleep in the car, which I just thought was me being tired from waking up early and then just ketp moving. I was used to it but there were times I was so tired that I just wanted to sleep anywhere I could and get enough energy to keep going for the next day. There’s nothing wrong with that. I started to wake up because something flt off, but i felt a lot better when I woke up. Slowly looking around before suddenly being thrown around in the car, someone had ran a red light and took us both out. I tried to keep my head covered but everything was hurting when the car finally stopped. But since this was a busy street we would be saved soon. I could feel myself being lightheaded trying to look out the broken window but something was shocking to me. I saw hyunjin standing far back while people were trying to get us out of the car. He had his hands in his pocket with his head slightly tilted. But what shocked me more was his left eye, it was bright sliver color, almost glowing while he had a smirk on his face. He didn’t move but everything went black for me and there was nothing I could do about it. I could hear everything but I was fading in and out, I didn’t know what to do.

Then I heard the sound of torches, slowly turning around I found myself surrounded by roses, some were red, some were black. They were creating a path and I just slowly followed down the path before seeing 8 thrones where the flowers seemed to create a circle closing me in. Each Thrones had a flower and all I could see was the outline of them. No features, no eyes, no nothing, yet I could hear them still. “I told you guys this one was special, how could we ever past this up?” Their voices were disordered so it was harder to pinpoint what they sounded like. Everyone was moving around in their chairs, expect the one in the middle. Who’s eyes were scanning me, it just felt like it and there was no hiding from it. “And this is the one all of you agreed to sharing. Espcially you, greed. I don’t want to hear it after a week.” “Oh relax, I won’t be that bad.” That giggle was scary to say the least, but looking down I saw a mantal slowly rise up from the ground, holding a large black wine cup. Whatever was in it was red, and something about it was wrong, but there was no trying to run.

“If you want to live, you will drink that cup till there is nothing left, no matter how much it burns. But as you can tell, there will be a catch to it. Lust, you explain.” The one that was in front of me, his rose was the prettiest light blue I had ever seen, but the little pollen in the center was blood red, almost as if it was bleeding. The one two seats down from him, letting out a sedueced sigh began to spoke in a tone that was made for seduction, enough to make anyone fall to their knees if he wanted to. He moved like a wave, slowly sitting up and standing up and slowly wlaking over to me, dragging his feet as he walked over and leaned closer, picking up the cup and slighly swirling around. “You’ll be immortal, you can’t die but you can still feel pain. You’ll work for us, you won’t know who we are unless you find all 8 rose tattoos around our places, if we let you in. Every night you will be visited by us but won’t see our faces till we know we can truly keep you. Some don’t last much longer then a week, little diamond.” He held the glass to my lips, almost inviting me to drink it.

I almost didn’t want to, but it wasn’t fair that I got in a crash to die. I had enemies to outlive and piss on graves. So I started to drink it and it did burn. Like my throat was closing in on itself and there was nothing anyone could do, but the person had the cup just pouring more, careful not to waste anything but making sure I get every drop. By the time it was done, I opened my eyes, sitting striaght up and gasping for air, holding my chest while trying to get used to the bright lights around me in the room I was in. I was in a hospital room, wires connected everywhere and doctors trying to keep me alive. I was so confused, did I just sell my soul over…?

[zeephyre]

CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EP 95 SPOILERS

jesus christ these nerds are going to kill me.

before i get into my think piece abt... everything that transpired at the end of this episode, i would like to say this is one of the best c3 episodes.... one of my favourite episodes of all time. idk idk.

essek? smut? astrid? poly bells hells allegations?? i was already fucking sold dawg. i cannot goddamn believe that this four hour episode was... mostly... a shopping episode. i cant wait for the new art, regardless of the batshitery that happened that kinda throws my vibes off. i digress.

oh ashton greymoore i love you so much. i have been so worried abt them but honestly they're probably the lat person im concerned for currently. the grief was so compelling to watch and taliesin is a master of roleplaying as minus charisma but genuinely charismatic in his dorky awkward gruff and fumbling way. his rizz is actually just blindsiding us with earnest acts of service and comfort for his friends and i think thats so neat. im happy that they're all going to aeor with fcg intertwined throughout their outfits. its poetic and also maddeningly sweet.

(love the little callowmoore moments sprinkled through this episode... they're so real to me)

pumat was fun and i am so damn glad they got all the items matt offered cause they were all so fucking cool.

also??? sugar daddy dorian storm??? yeah i see you gay boy. dorym is so real guys we need to prepare for a confession and soon. idk i get the vibe liam is gonna drop it in the most heartbreaking way. or robbie. they're both sick in the head tbh.

loved the little queer inn that essek dragged them to and the calm before the storm was genuinely the cutest shit ever and im glad they were having fun despite everything. we got the essek and ashton dunamancy scene that i have been begging for but i cant even talk abt that right now.

before i address orym and laudna...

delilah briarwood. im gonna fucking kill you. best believe that.

theres been so much discourse on twitter abt who was right or wrong or this or that, but ultimately the point is: neither of them is RIGHT. they're both stricken with trauma and grief, and motivated by the love they have for a) the ones orym has lost and b) the one laudna is fighting not to lose. laudna WAS worried abt orym before delilah twisted that into paranoia, and orym didnt wield that fuckass blade bc he DOESNT feel sick touching it.

he says its not abt revenge but... god. orym. you want revenge. call it whatever you like but you've been angry for a while.

laudna says she KNEW the sword was cursed, but she was lying or in denial abt the fact that delilah is the one who coerced her to hold the blade in her hand.

if either of them had decided to talk to each other or the group as a whole then this could have -- most likely -- been avoided. orym decided to take the blade and shoulder the burden of what it meant and what it represented so they didnt have. laudna felt betrayed and hurt but instead of trusting orym she was manipulated back into that cunt's clutches.

i dont prescribe to trauma olympics, especially when laudna and orym never actually denied each others' trauma with otohan and that blade so i think its slightly irrelevant when discussing them both.

(i will say this... otohans blade is what killed laudna but delilah is the one who had her in a cage when she was dead. otohan murdered oryms family and there was absolutely nothing that could save them. i firmly believe THAT is what chetney meant, not that laudna hasnt suffered so we can all just... unclench a little idk)

in all the discourse, lets not forget who the real villains are -- evil milfs (delilah and otohan). delilah chose this moment to sew distrust in laudna towards orym for a reason. its like the spider queen and opal. she NEEDS laudna isolated and dependent, and she cant sink her teeth in completely if laudna has someone to fall back on.

imodna... jesus imodna breaks me every time. that entire scene on the roof while laudna looks so much like her abuser -- the woman who MURDERED her -- and having that visage fade as laudna proclaims her love for imogen. peak romance and tragedy.

it was still so upsetting hearing the echoes of delilah as laudna spoke tho. knowing her hold on laudna is getting stronger and laudna has no real faith that she will be able to fight against her. hearing her ask imogen if shes still fun scary and knowing that imogen cant tell the truth. this isnt fun anymore. laudna is in danger and imogen doesnt know how to fix it.

"I'll always love you, Laudna. I just don't know what to do with it."

its uh its not looking good for our sapphics fellas.

anyway, i do think that ashton was the emotional mvp of this episode, especially while shit was escalating. putting themself between orym and laudna, PROTECTING laudna despite knowing she attacked him, TRUSTING that she was actually telling the truth and guiding her to see the forest for the trees and apologize for an irrational choice made through a mixture of trauma, delusion and paranoia.

im... excited? for the next episode? not sure why we keep having really horrible inter-party conflict the day before going on a suicide mission but the hells are my problem babies and i have to accept that they're just little fucked up guys.

god. is it thursday yet??

(AND WHERE THE HELL IS SAM)