#maybe write the experience. maybe i will share it on here

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Paint Me Red

Synopsis: You and Damian like horror movies for the same reason.

Pairing: Dark!Damian Wayne X Dark!AFAB!Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; Kinda gore?; Cannibalism kink? Definitely hinted; Biting link; Blood kink; Fingering; Watching straight porn; Torture porn? It's all fake and no one’s suffering; Pain kink maybe; They are freaks and they are in love; Worshipping?; A hint of love-bombing? I repeat, they're freaks and they're in love, your honor; Mention of hipersexuality; Damian enjoys pain, gore and death, despite not killing anymore, Reader likes it too; Reader has long hair and is implied to be wearing a shirt or dress with straps and bare thighs; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1,2k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Inspired by the movie May and everyone who yaps about yandere!Damian being cannibal coded. I also love when someone writes Damian a little psycho, a little sadomasochist. And a Damian who worships his S/O is the best Damian!!! I recommend reading this while listening to Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. Not sure I like my writing here tho, especially the title, there were many good options that also seemed bad options

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Damian was odd, you knew it from the start. Everyone who interacts with him knows it from the start.

That didn't stop you from being flustered when he confessed his — in his actual words — all consuming, undying love. You never thought anyone would actually use those words while declaring their feelings for someone, but as always with him, Damian was different.

And maybe you were different too.

You came back from your weekly date with him to the apartament you recently started sharing, despite being so young and having been dating for only a month when he asked. Your friends called it love-bombing. You had never heard of a more romantic term.

He took you to the bedroom as soon as you crossed the threshold, excited about a surprise he planned for you, but there was nothing different there, until he pulled his laptop out, fiddled with something, connected to the overhead projector you bought once on a whim, after watching a tiktok, only to realize it wasn't any better than just watching on your television or laptop. At least it wasn't as expensive as one would think.

Regardless, you still used it sometimes, even if for the sake of being spontaneous — and making your money worth it —, and your boyfriend was clearly looking for that.

You sat on the edge of the bed, and in less than a minute, Damian was sitting beside you, while a weird video started playing.

— I found it online, beloved. — Damian explained. — A short film, made by a group of independent artists, I think. — You nodded along, this level of cinephilia was not exactly your thing, but you did enjoy watching movies and leaving reviews on Letterboxd, if it caught Damian's interest, then it must be something.

— Yeah, very Texas Chainsaw Massacre. — You commented, not because it actually looked to be a horror movie, but more because of the quality of the camera, the eery atmosphere, and the scenario being filmed in the middle of nowhere. It seemed like an actually calm movie, but you knew something was up, there was only a young couple having a cute picnic.

Damian looked at you with wide, almost innocent eyes, boyish excitement coupled with some glint you couldn't identify.

— Exactly!

You felt some satisfaction and pride. You were the one who presented him with the classic slasher movies — one of your favorite genres — and were surprised by his eager acceptance of them, since a lot of them didn't have much quality. But he seemed interested in the death scenes and gore. Maybe it was the remnants of his childhood on him, but you didn't have that past and still related to him, much to his delight. He also commented about how unreal a lot of it was, from experience, no doubt.

It was almost cute. And hot.

Damian's hand laid on your thigh, while his thumb started rolling circles on your bare skin.

You let out a gasp when the girl in the movie, out of nowhere, bit hard on her boyfriend’s finger while he fed her a piece of pie with his hands. An exaggerated amount of blood started sliding down her lips and his hand, but he didn't scream, he just stared at her while she had mischief and desire in her eyes.

Damian's hand squeezed your flesh.

— How did you find this on YouTube? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't allow it there. — You wondered out loud, squeezing your thighs when the guy used his bloody hand to push the strap of her sundress down, revealing her supple breast. He leaned forward and peppered kisses down her chest, while pushing the other strap down, revealing her torso even more, until he bit her ribs’s flesh just as hard, face partially covered by her left tit.

Now, they were both smeared in lots of blood, from his hand travelling her body and the new wound.

— I did not mention YouTube. — He answered, and you hummed, paying extreme attention to the movie, intrigued, and half surprised to be turned on. But it was shallow, a thin layer of lust that went unnoticed by you, mistaken by intrigue and excitement.

You only noticed how hot you were, when Damian did the same thing to you. He slowly and deliberately got closer, pushed your hair back from your shoulder, and left wet, slow pecks down your neck, while pushing your straps down. You just stared at the images while he did his thing.

You were interrupted when he bit down on your shoulder, hard, leaving teeth marks, but not enough to bleed. You couldn't help the yelp of pain that escaped you by surprise, but didn't feel like reprimanding him when he soothed the feeling by still kissing you, and buried his hand between your legs, invading your underwear.

You opened your legs to give him more space, while your lips also parted to let out a deep breath, not out of nervousness, but anticipation. When you paid attention to the movie again, the guy was lying between the girl’s legs, leaving a nasty bite on her inner thigh. The blood dripped down and ruined her white underwear, but her boyfriend just started eating her out with the fabric still on the way.

Meanwhile, Damian played with your wet clit with his thumb while he inserted two fingers into your moist hole with ease, catching you both off guard with how wet you were with basically nothing. He had a hunch you would like his surprise, but not that much.

In need to let out some pent-up desire, he bit your flesh once more, this time above your breast. A low whimper of pain forced its way out of your throat. You looked down and noticed Damian's full-on boner.

You reached and pressed your hand against him, making him hiss and finally stop lapping at your skin, to look at you with desire. You kept eye-contact while rubbing him through his pants.

Damian pressed his lips to yours in haste, eager to taste your tongue while pumping his fingers faster and deeper against your walls, focused on abusing your sweet spot. The kiss was more sensual than ever, a dance which consisted in sharing heavy breaths, exchanged pecks, sucking lips and caressing tongues. While you both were like rabbits a third of the time, you being hipersexual and him being in love with you, the newfound shared taboo kink definitely turned things up a notch. And you expressed it by interrupting the kiss with a hard bite on his bottom lip.

Damian hissed like a cat until you let his lip go. When he glared at you, anyone would think he was livid like you just kicked his dog, but you knew him better than anyone. In fact, you were the only one to ever see him in the vulnerable side that came with intimacy, the only one he would ever want and trust to either lay beside his naked body, or willingly allow to leave a mark on his scarred flesh. Taste his muscles. Drink his blood.

He used his free hand to touch his lip, and found blood there. You licked your own, bright crimson and wet.

When he looked at you again, you wondered if you had finally ruined him for anyone else forever, and he made sure to paint both your faces red with a kiss, while he made you cum on his fingers.

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[haveihitanerve]

BUS! I know I came back to land for a reason…

Also- for-word: um. Be prepared? Its not innocent. At all. Not about a bus. Um. yeah. Don't watch around people. Yeah. thats all the advice i can offer. Now go off into the world Penelope Jemima B. D. And show the world who you are 😭

(the amount of distress i had while watching this is insane) anyway:

Idk what AJ and Tom were saying at the very beginning but cuteness 

“You're gonna fucking love it.” Tom is an iconic king but also AJ and Sam laughing at his dumb little jokey intro will always be the cutest thing to me

“Hopefully in that order…” yes please lol

“BUS!” AJ really enjoyed that- gorgeous cackle, 10/10. Sam doesn't know what to do with that and Tom has just reverted to repeating it bc… wow

“First murder.” “last murder” goodness gracious what lmaooo

Toms little pat on AJ’s back as they started the scene 😭

AJ awkwardly scooting away as Sam comes closer but also moving closer because he needs to at all times be touching them 😭

“You don't see young people reading anymore.” Ok idk if its intentional or not but every time we get a scene like this in any way sam always starts insulting young people for being on their “tablets and iphones” and etc etc, and i don't know if its an actual grievance that he has at this point lmao(even tho we as fans connect to them thru this but wtv lol) or if hes mocking old people for their grievances and either one works for me really lol i just wanna knowww

Sam: Good book? AJ: *every book ever created ever in the history of ever leaves his mind* yeah yeah, uh u-yeah uh its the-the the- the sexbook. Yeah thats such a good book AJ, i agree

“Quite a coincidence.” AJ: *blinks, not sure what to do with that information just casually dropped with nothing else* wha-what Sam: *smirks* Tom: *offstage* :D 

Sam: I wrote the sexbook Tom: *oh did you??* *legs crossed, hand over mouth, classic tom pose that slays every. single. time.*

“Arthur big dick” Tom shaking with silent laughter, AJ almost caving with a laugh, Sam laughing as he says it. Idk shared laughter means a lot to me

“Name five of them.” No thats foul- because AJ couldn't even think of one and now you’re making him come up with fivvveee titles sam??? Thats loowwww XD

“Big Dick 1, 2, 3 ,4 and 5.” The groan of the crowd lmaooo- they really wanted to hear AJ come up with creative titles lol

Tom’s disappointed nose pinch in the corner XD

“Im just gonna fangirl here real quick-” yes AJ! Yes! Finally we are represented!!

Sam: You're a girl? *slowly removes his hand from Aj’s shoulders* AJ: *did not think that far ahead, nor that it’d be commented on* ye-yes? Sam: ah.*contemplates* this is much creepier than I thought it was LMAOOOOO (Toms little grin shaky laugh in the corner 🫠)

“I just feel like your writing- it just really gets to the heart of- of the sexual experience.” truly, inspirational work Sam

“Didn't like it.” Silence as AJ just stares at him. :| yes. Do continue. 👀

Tom and AJ’s laugh as Sam just doesn't answer XD

“He-hello?” AJ sounded genuinely concerned for Sam lol

“Where did you go?” “the sea.” regrets it before the words are even out- XD

The way they both broke, shook for a few seconds, and then straightened in sync is insane

Its like a fricking switch was flipped holy shit- laughing- then suddenly sitting upright and focused again lol wow

Toms little giggling in the corner omfg-

“Are you getting off? Whe-where are you getting off?” He heard the joke and immediately corrected lmaooo

“Well, turn to page seven!” “Ahhh!” “Ahhh!!” the whole finger pointing and like “hahahaha i knew you'd say it you shit” is amazing and i adore it

“How old are you?” Has to clarify for the scene, i appreciate it sam lol

“32. How-how-” “okay.” “okay.” yeah maybe its better not to clarify sam’s age- seeing as hes been at sea for 60 years yet was clearly an adult when he wrote the book and- lets not get into it

“Im actually getting off at the next stop-” “mhumhmh” AJ and Tom’s little smiles at his dumbass joke ahhhh i love

Also- side note- his book gets off already at page seven??? Thats pretty early right? Or am i tweaking? Actually its a book about sex called Sexbook so nevermind, ignore me

“Im actually a writer myself.” “oh really? What have you written?” “big vagina 1, 2, 3.” Sam completely folds at that, and Tom’s little smile as AJ smirks, proud of himself ahhh such dorks :) 

“But i haven't- *breaks* i haven't released any yet because *voice shakes with laughter* im too afraid. *sam casually dying in the background trying not to laugh* Im too afraid of showing my work *breaks again* cause i will be judged.” The hand to the heart is truly my favorite thing XD

“Jemima.” Sam: *shit what was my name again* AJ: Arthur B. D. Sam: *thats right thank you* Arthur B. D. WOW!!! AJ remembered a name!!! Brilliant. 

Brilliant stagecraft of leaving the bus AJ, adore

Tom gets to be in a scene now! Yay!

“Boys…” Sam thought he could sit down and relax- nope! AJ is trying, but, yep he has to stand again too lol

Tom unbuttoning his shirt just to reveal a shirt underneath is a power move holy shit-

“As the united kingdom communist part we just cant take that.” Tom squints at him: mmmhmmm. *shakes head because he does not like that* Sam: *does it back equally as passive aggressive* mmmmmhhhmmm

“Us fine upstanding, british *lacking a very substantial british accent* communists that we are.” 

I see Tom is trying to revive Xavier???? Or smth…

“Oh what did you just stutter to me?” His strut-

AJ’s tongue in cheek smile as he approaches-

That chin tilt???????? Oh ma my my-

“How did you get my name so wrong?” ahh how quickly the mighty fall😔

“Magnus o. Puss.” AJ’s almost break at the name lmaooo

“Cause i have a full magnus full of o puss.” Sam’s breaking of character so completely that he just covers his face in shame lmaooo XD

“You just wiped your nose.” “Sorry.” “you're wearing a jumper.” wow tom- just insult everything about him i guess XD AJ: 😔sorry…

Aj trying to escape the scene. Tom: don't just sit down and cry! No mercy…XD

“Flatmate.” “oh!” AJ’s relief lmaooo

Tom: I’m the other flatmate. :/ keep trying buddy, one day you'll join the scene again lmaooo

“Get on the couch.” “how was your day?” “how was your day?” “how was your daaaay?” the way theyre actually sitting really close together with Tom almost leaning against Sam’s shoulder 🫠

“You know, my writing,” “We’re big fans.” Tom casually interrupts to clarify and support- and like- i know its for the scene and they’re building a really quick relationship- but AJ actually is a writer/director and they do actually watch his stuff-😭- anyway-

Sam and Tom’s continuous looks at each other “Oooooooh!”

“Its from your time.” THERE WE GO!!! SOME OLD JOKES!!!! “Oh yeah, just us two 65 year old women with our 32 year old flatmate!” lmaoooo they're all women and not one of them originally meant to be XD

“Well we were five.” “At first it didn't do much for us.” I would hope not Tom, but thanks for clarifying…

“As we matured-” “as we matured-” “Like our bible-” “like our bible-” im loving this casual repetition they have going on, wonderful

“It was spiritual but also exciting.” “like cocaine.” “like cocaine.” Sam would know… and still with the repetitions XD

“That would be convenient to the plot.” I love how Sam feels the need to say this aloud and not just subtly hint at it- because knowing the two idiots he’s on stage with- sorry, chaos demons- they would totally let him try to build it up like that, and then never actually get the plot going in that direction lmaooo

“Oh my gosh.” Sam and Tom both cracking at his gasp- now drum roll, will Aj stick to the plot or is he throwing in a curveball???

“Is it convenient to the plot?” Tom looks like he doesn't want it to be- just to annoy Sam lmaooo

“And i looked out the window temporarily-” *almost breaks* Aj- i love you, but there are more casual ways to let this further the plot, you know that right XD

“Well this sounds perfectly plausible.” After he and Tom just destroyed any way it could be plausible

“You've cracked my code did you?” we get a snippet of Aj’s delightful laughter, beautiful

“Pass the torch up. There you go.” AJ: *finger point of “clever”* lol

“You cant go off again back to sea.” “..okay.” AJ’s break at the easy agreement lol-

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW i did not expect a cute hug scene!!!!!! Yay!!!! 🫠💗

Ok- i will be honest- i really though Aj was going in for a kiss at first- and i kind of believe Sam thought so too with the whole “i always wanted a daughter” to solidify its purely sweet and not romantic just in case aj gets any more ideas lol

Sam’s “oh!” and hunch drop into Big Dick because he thought he was Tom’s assistant??? And not big dick, but here he is again lmaooo

Tom’s little vibrating act made AJ fold and i think its wonderful XD

Tom climbing on a chair because he needs to be taller ofc, classic

“You could look, im not wearing underwear.” Sam, not only looking, but doing the appreciate, yeah head nod is crazy

“Im everything you fear.” AJ interrupting his build up to monologue to snort is priceless

“You were just a lowly intern-” Hang on a fucking minute sam- Tom is how old???? That was 60 years ago- i don't care how young and lowly he was- he was at least a teenager which makes him a seventy something yead old man- y'know what its better not to ask

“Even you couldn't… open it.” Tom freezing in place in an effort not to laugh, Sam’s head hanging in disappointment, and AJ just having the time of his life 

THEM GENUINELY JUST LETTING/MAKING AJ WRITE THE ENDING OF HIS SEX BOOK ON STAGE IS THE BEST AND CRAZIEST THING EVER WHAAAAAAAT

Tom’s little head drop forward like “what are you saying aj? Oh you're doing this? Okaaay…” 

“Penelope.” sam. Sam. sammy. Samuel. Its Jemima. 

“Im trapped in a vagina.” Tom, AJ, and Sam all cracking at the perfectly set up joke, classic

“How is he doing this?” Sam not helping at all and making AJ come up with it XD

“He says it just- hes a ghost.” AJ has given up lmaooo

“Astral penetration.” AJ BREAKING FULLY, FOLD ON STAGE, MID STAGE!!!!

“Magnum o, full stop, puss.” Sam checking his watch to see how much he has to speed this up lmaoooo

“Hell die inside of that vagina.” *both break* XD

“Im in my office on another floor…” Tom really wanted to be in the scene and they keep forcing him out XD

“Hes astral penetrated me-” Sam fully folds on stage too- he knew, he just knew AJ would make it weird- specifically made it so that they were established as daughter-dad relationship- and yet AJ still found a way LMAOOOO

“Don't make me call security.” “Call security! I don't care!” “Security.” “JA. I am secure.” Tom baby im just not sure thats what he meant XD

“Im just going to put this out there: we have several copies.” lmaooo Aj come on!

“But then your friend would die inside wouldn't he?” AJ: *HAHAH FUCK YOU!!!* “ahh fuck.” Sam is impressed lol

WHERE DID HE GET THE SWORD?????

[drenched exit] sam: awww come on! *disappointed as though he didn't help set it up*

[door closes with a moist SMACK] Tom: *smiles because hes proud of himself*

“You've been meditating inside a big member!” why do they keep making it worse better

[juicy splash] Sam: *makes sound of disgust and disappointment*

“Its perfectly natural!” You tell ‘em king!

Physic powers?????

“You-you've pinned it to the wall.” … aj… theres no emoji or anything to convey my expression rn, but i assume its the same as yours so… yeah…

“You must challenge him.” AJ: *breaks fully because he did not expect sam to just appear behind him while hes being tortured?? by a man rubbing his own nipples*

“Feel the tension!” i feel the tension alright😭

Aj having to laugh mid battle (real) because  w h a ha t???

What is going on😭😭😭

OH MY GOD WHAT???? SAM ESCAPED THE VAGINA????

pleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasekisspleasekiss

“That vagina was so acidic.” Sam please don't say things like that while you're dying in AJ’s arms- XD

“Im so happy i met you on the bus that day.” You mean literally that morning?? Or did i miss a time jump?

“The big vagina 4. *moans*” Death. 

aj helping tom up from the floor😭🫠

AND, SCENE!!! wow. That was… wow. Ok. Um. So. If you couldn't tell, i got very distressed towards the end. Like very. It was very good though, kinda what i expected. I’m sad Luke isn't there but glad he wasn't because it would have been so much worse 😭 but uh. Yeah. that was fun! So… hope you enjoyed???

@snek-of-eden you were so right, the chaos is unmatched and wow. Thank you!!

@dawn-speckled

[vshiftsss]

THE FADE OUT, FADE IN METHOD - (made by yours truly)

hello everyone!

i’ve decided i want to shift tonight, and i wanted to share a method i made up not too long ago. this is my second time writing this, so apologies if what i’m saying seems rushed. it’s very late and i do want to get to the shifting part of my night!

just a couple reminders: everyone is wired differently. i came up with this on the spot while i was bored and meditating because i felt like it worked the best for me. but this method involves lots of visualization, so if you don’t like to visualize or have trouble with it, this might not be for you, and that’s okay! you can always tweak it to fit how you operate. as long as you’re happy, comfortable, and confident, i’m proud of you. remember: methods don’t make you shift. you do.

secondly, if there is a method that is similar to this one, please tell me! like i said before, i came up with this on a whim, but i don’t want to seem as if i’m plagiarizing or something like that. send me a message or an ask if this is too similar to someone else’s method!

now, let’s get into the steps of this method…

1. make sure you’re comfortable. i was laying down on my stomach, but you can really be in any position. it doesn’t really matter.

2. take ten deep breaths to relax your body. the number of breaths is really up to you, but the main point here is to clear your mind and set your focus on your intention.

3. take another set of deep breaths, but this time, visualize your surroundings fading out into darkness around you. this darkness is the void, so perhaps you could say an affirmation or two. “i am not bound to this reality” or “i am in the void.” something like that.

4. another set of breaths, but envision that the void is slowly washing over your body. i visualized the void taking over like the venom symbiote, but your take on it doesn’t have to be as spooky looking. just visualize and breath until your body is completely encased. by now, i would start the “i am” affirmations.

5. visualize your body in your dr fading in. focus on the details; what shoes are you wearing? are you wearing any jewelry? what color is your shirt? really focus on those things. while you do that, finish the “i am” statements with details about you in your dr.

6. visualize your dr surroundings fading in around you. take it one thing at a time. perhaps you could focus on the ground first, then a nearby object, then the walls, and then maybe a person nearby. the ceiling. whatever works for you.

and boom, you’re in your dr!

i’m gonna go try this now. if you try it, please let me know how it goes! i would love to hear your experiences. love you guys! happy shifting <3

[zeroseuniverse]

Who We Once Were

Word Count: 904 Summary: “It’s… busy,” he said at last. “But it’s good. It’s what I wanted. Or thought I wanted.”She studied him for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. “You don’t sound convinced.” Pairing: Seungmin X Reader

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Seungmin adjusted the strap of his duffel bag as he stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the familiar streets of his hometown. Everything looked smaller now, yet still achingly familiar. The faded mural on the corner store, the creaky swings at the park, even the old oak tree at the edge of the square—all seemed frozen in time, untouched by the years he had spent away. But he knew better. Time had a way of changing things, and not just places. People, too.

He hadn’t expected to feel so nostalgic as he walked down Main Street, the sound of his shoes echoing faintly against the cobblestone sidewalk. His parents’ anniversary celebration was the reason he’d come back, but the visit felt heavier than that. There was a part of him—a quieter, buried part—that longed for the simplicity of those childhood days, back when the future felt limitless and dreams were shared beneath the dappled shade of a tree.

The bell above the door jingled as Seungmin stepped into the local café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around him like a warm hug. He glanced around, his gaze snagging on a familiar figure at a corner table. His breath caught.

It was them.

She was concentration furrowing her brow. Time had been kind to them, shaping her once-youthful features into something more confident, more assured. Seungmin’s heart gave a small, unexpected lurch. He hadn’t seen them in years, but the sight of them felt like slipping into an old, well-worn sweater—comfortable and warm.

Before he could think better of it, he walked over. “Still hogging the best seat in the café, I see.”

She looked up, startled at first, but her expression quickly melted into one of delighted surprise. “Seungmin?”

“The one and only,” he said with a small smile, slipping into the chair across from them.

“I can’t believe it.” she laughed, the sound like a melody he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. “You look… different. Older, obviously. But still you.”

“You too,” he replied, his eyes tracing the subtle changes in her face. “How long has it been? Eight, nine years?”

“Something like that.” she shook her head in disbelief. “Wow. So, what brings you back?”

“Family stuff,” he said vaguely, not wanting to dive into the details just yet. “And you? Still writing?”

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Finally turned it into more than just a hobby. And you? How’s city life treating you?”

He hesitated, unsure how to sum up years of long hours, crowded subways, and a gnawing sense of something missing. “It’s… busy,” he said at last. “But it’s good. It’s what I wanted. Or thought I wanted.”

She studied him for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. “You don’t sound convinced.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe I’m not. What about you? This place looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” She said softly. “I’ve been… happy here. It’s not perfect, but it’s home.”

Home. The word hit him like a freight train. He’d spent so much time running away from this place, chasing his ambitions, that he hadn’t stopped to think about what he’d left behind. Or who.

Over the next few days, they fell into an easy rhythm. She showed him around town, pointing out what had changed and what hadn’t. They laughed about old memories, like the time they’d built a treehouse that had collapsed the very next day or the endless summer afternoons spent trying to catch fireflies.

The more time Seungmin spent with her, the more he realized how much he’d missed her presence. She had a way of grounding him, of reminding him of who he was before life got so complicated. And yet, she wasn't the same person he’d left behind. she was more confident now, more self-assured, with stories and experiences he hadn’t been a part of. It only made him admire them more.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, they found themselves beneath the old oak tree where they’d spent so many afternoons as kids. The air was thick with unspoken words, the kind of silence that begged to be filled.

“You know,” Seungmin began, his voice quiet, “coming back here… it’s made me realize how much I’ve missed this. Missed you.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his. “I missed you too,” she admitted. “But I didn’t think… I mean, you were off living your big-city life. I didn’t think you’d want to look back.”

He shook his head, a small, rueful smile tugging at his lips. “I thought I had everything I wanted. But being here, with you… it feels like I’ve found a part of myself I didn’t even know was missing.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, with a tentative smile, she reached for his hand. “Maybe some things are worth revisiting.”

Under the sprawling branches of the oak tree, where their childhood dreams had once taken root, Seungmin leaned in and closed the gap between them. The kiss was soft and tentative, like the first rays of sunlight after a long, dark night.

In that moment, Seungmin knew that coming home had never really been about family obligations. It had been about finding his way back to the one person who had always felt like home.

[novashelby]

I'm going on a hiatus...

and I don't know for how long. It could be for a day, a couple of days, week, or longer. And maybe after my hiatus, I will decide whether or not I want to continue Tumblr.

I am sorry to all my Tumblr friends and followers who enjoy my work. Unfortunately, this place has become somewhat negative for me right now and I have to sort out how to curate my experience to bring positivity. I created this Tumblr to share my work and meet others in the fandom as you can't really do that on Ao3 and Wattpad. For the longest time, this blog was my breath of fresh air from the toxicity in my real life.

Lately, or probably the last couple of months or so, it hasn't felt that way. I don't want to go into details. However, in short, things I thought were fleeting feelings and anxiety, definitely aren't. And right now, I don't believe I rightfully belong here or in this fandom. I have to sort those feelings out. I have this feeling of not being wanted/accepted in the fandom. I don't know what I did or who I hurt(or if I am just overthinking things).

This place right now to me is toxic and as an adult, it's my responsibility to remove myself.

I will continue to write and you can read all my writings on Ao3 and Wattpad.

I won't be answering asks until after my hiatus. Just know that I see your asks and they have brought me joy, happiness, and warmth. And I appreciate all my friends on here and supporters. Things just have to wait for now.

I'm so sorry. I don't even know if anyone will read this.

This isn't a goodbye, but a see you later. I just need to sort out shit.

-Nova

[sonic-au-collision]

SONIC AU SPOTLIGHT

Hello there! Do you have an AU that's pretty much your passion project? You just love and adore this AU you've worked so hard on and you hope others will love it as much as you do as well. But then when you post it, it's like you've sent your AU on a trip to the void and it doesn't get as much attention as you hoped. And of course, you still love creating content for your AU!! But you can't help but feel like that others just don't care about your AU?

Well! I'm here to tell you that there ARE people who care and absolutely adore your AU. Maybe they just don't know it yet because they haven't seen it yet! Speaking from experience, I have found AUs that have been ongoing for years with the exact concepts I've been looking for, but I just didn't know about that the AU existed for the longest time. That's why I created Sonic AU Collision and that's why I'm continuing the spirit of the event through AU Spotlights!! To share and discover the many AUs we've created in this fandom!

Now, you may have noticed that while the Collision is inactive, this blog has been acting as a showcase of sorts by reblogging Sonic AUs of all kinds. These are found under #world entry log instead of #au collision propaganda since they may look kinda similar. The Spotlight takes one step further to ensure that your AU is actually seen among the many other AUs found on this blog. Every other Saturday, the regular showcase queue will be paused and this blog will post and reblog pieces ONLY FOR THE AU IN THE SPOTLIGHT!!

If you're interested, then go on and fill out the form below! If you have multiple AUs, go on and fill out the form again for each AU if you'd like but do not do repeats.

THERE ARE CONDITIONS!! READ THE NEXT PART CAREFULLY!!

In order to be chosen for the spotlight, you need show show other AUs some support first. I ask that you do something to share your appreciation for another person's AU at least three times to submit one AU of your own. You can compliment the same person's AUs three times or compliment three different people. You gotta give some to get some. You could make fanart or fanfics for their AU. Really, whatever you want to show your support! If you spend an extremely high level on time and effort, then that can count as all three of your pieces. More information on this will be on the form itself. You are able to submit the form first and do the three things after if you want.

Now, moving onto your AU. All that's required for the form is the AU's name and a description. The description can be as long or as short as you like. Whatever you write will be placed on your spotlight's pinned post!

Other things you can include but are not required are:

Cover Art/Art Representing Your AU/AU Logo

AU/Character References - If you still want an image to go along with your description but don't have one, the mod will use the references you provide to create something for you. (The level of "completeness" may vary and will most likely be uncolored lined art)

Links! These can be for your AU's tag, masterpost, comic blog, etc.

Same rules as the collision apply.

Have fun!

SUBMIT YOUR AU TO BE FEATURED IN THE SPOTLIGHT HERE!!

[theteapotofdoom]

give me a pitch why should i watch severance whats the deal

Oh man, this is going to sound like a copout, but the best pitch I can give you is "bro just trust me" because I genuinely believe that you will have a great time going into it blind.

That being said, I fully accept that this might just be a "me" thing because I had some of my best movies/series experiences when I took a leap of faith and I went into the story with no idea of what I was about to experience.

So I'll still give you two pitches, one very vague and one more precise with just the premise of the show.

Vague pitch: An extremely original yet easily relatable concept treated to the max of its potential. The main idea is genius in its simplicity because it leads to a lot of crazy concepts that will probably stick with you for a long time. In a way, it's a very Lynchian series, not because it specifically refers to David Lynch's work, but because it feels like the people working on Severance grew up with Twin Peaks and many other of his projects. It's mundane yet surrealist, familiar yet alien, at times hilariously and at other times terrifyingly offputting. Beyond the concept and the great writing, the cinematography is also on point: the directing, the shots, the music, the colour palette... it all feels incredibly unique. The cast is also crazy good, you have some surprisingly big names who are at the top of their game, but also some lesser-known actors who shine just as bright as the other stars. Someone on Twitter described this show as "quietly devasting sci-fi" and I agree completely. Also old man yaoi.

Now a more detailed pitch under the cut (not big spoilers, everything I mentioned here is revealed in the first episode).

Did you ever wish you could separate your work self from your real self? Did you ever wish you could relax at home without thinking about your work, or maybe wish that you could go to work without being distracted by your real-life issues? This is the concept explored by the show. In a nonspecified near future (very Black Mirror in vibes) the mega-corporation Lumon developed a form of brain surgery that allows people to completely sever themselves from their life at work. Basically, they have no memories of their life while at work and they have no memories of their work while at home, essentially creating two separate minds sharing the same body. So one side is perpetually free from work, while the other is ... well, constantly at work with no contact with the outside world.

A very simple idea, but I think you can already imagine the crazy possibilities coming with it.

I'll be honest, as an aspiring writer, I'm deadass jealous of this show. That's how good it is.

And also did I mention old men yaoi?

[eatmadmarwan]

Hello my second family, how are you? Please take a few minutes to read this post. I am writing these words after losing hope in everyone… except for you, my friends. Just a short while ago, I saw that Tumblr has 100 million downloads. That’s an enormous number! But imagine, with all those millions of people, how would you feel if 100 million people saw you and ignored you? You’d feel deeply disappointed, right? Or maybe you’d even wish for death.

Have you ever wished for death? For me, I feel like I would rather die than be ignored. If I didn't desperately need help, I wouldn't ask for it. I really need help - not for myself, but for my grieving family. For my 3-month-old baby and his sisters Malak and Eman For my brother's orphaned children who lost their father while he was going to find them flour For my sick sister who suffers from kidney atrophy

Imagine for a moment that you have a little child whom you love so much, and you are forced to watch him suffer before your eyes. This is not just fantasy to me; it is reality. My family and I live this pain every day.

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Please be our hope. Be our voice. Be the one who saves us from despair. Don’t ignore us. Donate, even if it’s just €1.

There are a lot of people reading this post right now. I beg anyone who sees these words to donate if they can, and if they can’t, to share this post. Please, don’t leave us behind.

Be our family, or consider us part of your family, and save us from this suffering.

No matter how small the amount, your help means a lot to us. And if you can’t donate, share this post and add some kind words to inspire others to help.

One day, you may find yourself in need of help. Help me today so that someone else can help you tomorrow. Your donation – or even just sharing this post – could save the life of an entire family.

We stay here all day on one meal that almost satisfies our hunger. Can you refrain from eating breakfast, lunch or dinner and donate money to us? This will be a simple experience for you from the pain we live in, and it will be generous of you to donate..

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Thank you very much everyone. I wish you all the best. Sincerely, Your friend eatmadm

[swanerotica]

the idea of being thin is not enough. i need to cut my flesh , skin and fat off until there is nothing left

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[nyupuun]

Satellite's Shooting Star (Dragon)

continuation of this (technically)

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[murk888]

Hey, friends. Wanna hear something funny?

I got into a car accident today.

But I was very lucky.

A truck went out of control, slid sideways down the road towards me and hit the driver's side with its rear end, pushing my car against a wall for a moment, then spun around again and got stuck, fully blocking the road.

I'm completely fine.

Only a piece of shattered glass cut my finger. Except for that, your humble artist is unharmed.

This doesn't feel real

What a crazy day

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

For the days when we'll be as free as the stars - Selfship FanFiction for the Alliums and Dahlias Zine

Characters: Welt Yang (as parental figure f/o), Dan Heng (as brother f/o), and S/I (goes by N)

Words: 1.9k

AO3 link:

[digyoman]

thinking about earlier this year and even last year when i was so deeply hyperfixated on lloyd & he was all i could think about and yet i barely shared any of my thoughts on here. i kind of want to kick myself about it now actually because i know i had so many things to say and so much i wanted to do but i never made it happen. why was i a coward.

[indigodawns]

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