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[icycoldninja]

can you write DMC boys seeing their ex who they thought were dead ? hope i wrote this right 😖 my english sucks 😔

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Sparda boys + V x Supposedly dead!Ex!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante never really got over your presumed death, so seeing you running towards him, perfectly fine and all smiles, he was extremely shocked.

-At first, he thought he was hallucinating, then when you collided with him, grinning and giggling, he realized you were real after all.

-Of course, he asked a lot of questions and freaked out at every answer, but was happy to see you nonetheless.

-It was then when that asshat finally realized how much he needed you in his life and decided to give your relationship a second chance, if you would allow it, that is.

-Assuming you accepted his offer, it is safe to say that you two will be much happier than before.

■ Vergil ■

-The normally stoic Vergil is reduced to tears upon seeing you alive and well. He knows it's weird, since you guys broke up and all, but your "death" opened his eyes to some things, including how much he really loved you.

-He immediately drops his stony facade and runs into your arms, tears streaming down his face as he squeezes the life back out of you.

-You have to forcibly pry him off of you if you want to retain your health, and an intact ribcage.

-After that, you and Vergil have a talk, discussing several things, including how you're even alive right now.

-You never verbally express desires to get back together, but it seems to have happened anyway. It's a strange situation but you don't question it and neither does he.

□ Nero □

-Hoo boy, better bring some construction grade headphones, we've got a screamer.

-Nero freaks out immediately, not even bothering to give you a second to explain.

-He's shouting, yelling, demanding answers and on the verge of tears in under a minute. This is truly a rollercoaster of emotions, though can you really blame him? He missed you! But you broke up, so shouldn't he hate you?

-While he avoids talking about that while you try to explain how you are still alive, he's a little on edge and very confused. Is this really you or a demon imitation, like Trish? Should you guys get back together? What if you resent him? What if you reject him? What to do, what to do.

-Nero's gonna need a little while to regenerate his diminishing braincells after this, so give him a while, and he might come back to you--or you can go back first, it doesn't really matter, now does it?

● V ●

-V is speechless. It's only fair, considering how long it's been since he last got to see you.

-Part of him wants to get back together on the spot, the other part wants to turn and run for the hills.

-He ends up just standing there awkwardly while you explain how it is you're still alive.

-He responds as politely and naturally as he possibly could, then flees as soon as you turn your back.

-He doesn't really know what to do about this situation, even after spending a week thinking about it and talking it over with Griffon.

[n0vation]

Won't you just make love to me? Salesman x Saleswoman!Reader

ㄨSUMMARY:Two dogs monsters soulmates recruiters become friends accidentaly and decide to have fun watching their favorite shows!

ㄨ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗PAIRING: Salesman x fem!reader / Smut / Dark Content

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ TAGS/WARNINGS: Sadomasochistic!reader, gun mention, kidnapping(not reader this time), cigarette burns, Dom!Salesman x sub!reader, piv, choking, dubcon?

Prepared with love and care from Nova after this poll<3.

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Saleswoman!reader who understands something is wrong when flashing her cute and professional smile at this person in the train, resulting in him waving the same golden card as her.

Saleswoman!reader who notices this too good man in train station. If he was that good financially, he wouldn't be sitting on that bench.

"Excuse me, Sir. Would you like to play a game with me? " She asked, crossing her legs to look more professional in that office outfit. He smiles back.

"I don't like this tone. Yet your face doesn't speak to me." He answered, thinking it's a previous winner who came back for revenge.

"Sir, just one game?" Is he drunk? Then it will just be easier for you.

"I'm not a scammer. If you win, you get this." Flashing the money, it always gets them to play.

Salesman can't help but feel confused. Was that an error? There is never an error.

"I'm sorry but that's my zone." He flashed his money too, annoyed. Is she stupid? You compare the message you both received with the same zone assigned for two different number.

Recruiter 01... Recruiter 04...

"Maybe it wasn't an error. Do you really think they would make such an error?" You think out, loud making him roll his eyes. Doubting your superiors? Unimaginable.

The notification on both of your phones cut your discussion short. An address, a number and both of your IDs. So it wasn't an error. You can't help but show off.

"Told you." You said while walking with him outside of the station. He just stares at you, hating how he would have said the same.

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Bursts of laughter came from the backseat of the taxi. Who could believe it? The dogs recruiters have a lot in common! You both worked as a circle before being promoted to triangle and from that, recruiter! Even your favorite party games are the same!

"Bet she has the same kinks too" He thoughts. No, Salesman that's too intrusive to ask; he scolded himself.

"Bet he has the same kinks too." You thought. Come on, control yourself!

The taxi stops, the doors parting to reveal a nighttime Seoul. You follow the other recruiter, letting his back frame be the only visual as he leads the way to the outgoing part of the city.

The GPS stops in front of an abandoned building. Suspicious, you both enter looking around, but nothing to be seen except a few spiders.

"You're sure-" He cuts you by shushing you loudly. You hear it now. Faint beat from underground. He grins, having a point; now it's a draw between both of you.

"Illegal party?" You ask as he nods. He points toward a back door slightly opened, letting the noises peek through. Flashing lights and loud rave music greet you after going down to the basement. Painfully for your ankles in such heels. He shows you the picture he just received on his phone. The target.

"I've seen this guy before, trust me. " He states before grabbing your upper arm and leading you through the crowd, reaching the most hidden place. His hand pulling you roughly to make you struggle between all the people.

You enter an enlightened room, watching multiple people play poker. The target, him, is currently getting handled and ruined by his friend . As soon as he notices you, he comes for you and gives each of you a letter, signing you to not open and hurry you out of the room.

While you make your way out of the rave, someone grab you by your tie and pulls you apart. You look around for Salesman and notice him being hurried up the stairs too. The smell of strong alcohol assaults your sense of smell. They leave your clothes, starting their mockeries toward both of you. The two ladies with the three man laughing drunkenly at your looks .

Both of you glance toward each other , thinking the same things: "No witnesses." . You distract the men for a few seconds with the ddakji trick before Salesman sends them to sleep a bit. You handle the ladies before they start being too noisy.

Taxi, building, basement, alcohol, music and finally it's all set up! You look at your new friends who agreed to play with you and Salesman. How sweet!

You glance at the chained victims waking up , greeted by the sight of the recruiter and you drinking peacefully, before you both flash them with the same large smile.

Your new bestie get up before you could, handing you to stay sat while he "puts the show on!". You can't help but feel flaterred at his manner.

"Ladies and gentlemans, you will be playing red hand to win liberty back! The rules are simple, you have to slap your opponent's hand before them but if you go for it and they pulls away you have lost. The first one to arrive to 10 fails is eliminated." He states as he drags out a man and a woman from their still sleeping friend group to put them against each other .He puts them in a way you could safely watch from your seat, not having to worry about your safety since the chain on their leg was not long enough to reach you.

He sits next to you, playing with the gun. If it wasn't for that your show wouldn't start. He lowers his head, starting his bet over the winner. You look at him, admiring his features. It just made your mind wonder over his face at hearing him spat such gruesome overcome for the terrorized victim. Yet he was so attractive it unlocked something in you.

The first round start, the game starts to raise in violence because none of you decide to interrupt at any overflow. You watch him appreciating the game in front of him, especially how the man started to get physical because he was losing to the lady.

7...8...9...10!

"We have a winner!" He said getting up, grabbing two things on the table.

"My dear friend will decide your fate, Sir." He tells out loud before bending toward you, showing you two weapons : axe or gun. You chuckled as you point the gun, not wanting him to take too long before coming back to sit next to you. You watch him from behind, shooting the man and setting the painted in red winner in front of her next opponent. So graciously and hot. You felt like a hole was dug in your stomach and filled with burning love at the sight of the recruiter wiping away blood from his hand.

"Round two" He raises a cup of alcohol to your enjoyment, flashing his smirk again.This time you were too distracted to even pay attention to the outcome of the match. The piano, the screams, him, maybe it was more than enjoyement you were feeling. Spreading all over your body to gather in your stomach. Maybe not stomach now, you would have located somewhere else. He leans toward your side to talk to you and that enjoyment just twist into arousing.

You cross your legs, avoiding his gaze and watching your movie as he turns his head to look straight into your face. You stay stern, poker face, trying to supress any signs of what was physically happening to you.

"No way...You too..." He mumbled his smile growing as he crosses his legs in the same attempt as you. He then suddenly gets up grabbing your arms, dragging you outside of the luxurious room. You chuckled letting him. As soon as he reaches another rich room, he yanks you toward him , kissing you. You answer back at the kiss before breaking up watching him examinate your face and then kiss you again shoving his tongue to entagle with yours. His hands travels up your arm to stops over your shoulder, his fingers sinking deeper like if you wanted to run away. You let your hand finds their way around his neck, pulling him to lay down the soft couch.

You slide over him, feeling the features of his body under the clothes. It was like you expected. You sit over him, grabbing the cigarette over the table and lighting it as he stares at you.

"You wanna smoke?" He asks not understand why right now. You exhale the smoke, blowing into his face as you smirk. You take the cigarette between your fingers leaning to his face. He flinches at your hand holding the hot material resting too close to his cheek.

"Why so sudden? I like my show long and slow." You graze the hot end between your finger around his features. After all, you like to take part of the show too.

"Don't go on that path. You won't like it after." He says amused at your attics but definitely not by the burn that is coming for him.

" Noo." You says sliding the cig down his neck. Chin, neck, Adams apple, collar bone..

" Here. You don't mind ,do you?" You asks innocently, taking an inhale as you goes back to threatening to burn him over his sternal.

"I want to have my own show too." You pout, loving his attempts at getting up but your thighs holded him.

"Warned you." He suddenly grabs your hand, sitting up and pushing you down the matters, reversing the position.

"You had your show, I set it up just for you. My turn now." He says snatching the cigs to bring it to his mouth. You swear you could see him watching where you put your lips over the roll and put his there too. But you were busy trying to get over him again. He mimics your game, running the burning stick over your cheek and down between your chest, pulling your clothes down to your shoulders. He flicks you a smile before sinking it over your skin. Between your boobs. You squirmed , smelling the mixed scent of tabasco and burning flesh as he pressed harder, mainting you down. He lights up another one, pressing another circle next to the first.

"O, O." He puts his two finger in front of them, in a piece sign before mumbling something you couldn't hear. Did he just said "Yoo"?

"Won't you just make love to me?"You asks not sure of what his show consist of. He doesn't look very sane anyway. He leans over your chest, letting his lips graze over your burned skin. That's when your moral came back: you're gonna hook up with a co-worker.

You try to sit up straight but you get pinned back, hand over your throat. His kisses, a hand squeezing your neck just how it should and the other sliding less and less clothes off of both of you...

And then everything found its right place: both of his hands around your throat, your legs around his waist and his cock inside you. Your fingers claw over his thick forearm, attempting to loose up his grip over your neck as he pounds in you. You watch his face blur from the lack of oxygen combined with the sweet release building inside of you. He grins, smokes escaping his lips as he enjoyed your face leaning to pinkish tone to red.

He presses his finger deeper feeling your hands shaking as you came, feeling high. He lets go of your neck while you take deep breaths . He snickers as he slides a firm hand under your back lifting you up to manhandle your hips. You squints as the smoke coming from him burn your eyes. He looked so hot gripping on your hips to slam you back circled by heavy smoke. It was clear that you needed pur oxygen now. He slams you on last time before lifting you way from his member letting his hot cum shoots on your stomach.

His hands find there way around you , holding you close to him as he admires your face. That is now his favourite show for sure.

FUCK I MEAN WORSE***

[boyfiechan]

hiiiii

is there any chance you could do angst to fluff friends to lovers with chan with prompt 2? if not that’s ok 💕💕💕

thank you ❤️

Hi! Thank you for requesting, I kind of got a little carried away with the angst, sorry haha but please let me know what you think of it! <3

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Bang Chan x Reader "Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, please, or I won't be able to." Content Warning: Heavy emotional tension, mutual pining, unresolved feelings, sudden confession, intense vulnerability, repressed love, fear of rejection, emotional breakdown, implied friends-to-lovers, cursing. [0.9k words]

In some way, you already knew this would happen.

Still, it made you terrified. It wasn't even the situation on its own, opening your door to him standing on the other side in the middle of one of the coldest nights of the year, looking so heartbroken and so confused that you can barely contain the need to embrace his body and confess all of the truth that, unbeknownst to him, has been eating you alive for the past few months. It was the aftermath of him learning about the secret you had tried so hard to keep hidden away, the one thing that could change absolutely everything between you two.

You fucked up, and you fucked up really bad.

Chan has been your closest friend for God knows how long at this point. You've shared so much of life together, seeing each other grow, experiencing new things, and learning about the intricacies of adult life and how complicated it is to simply exist sometimes. He was the one you always turned to—the one to drop everything and give you his complete attention when you needed to rant, the one to discuss your completely bizarre theories with, the one to call at the end of the day and share your random thoughts. The routine on nights like this would always be the same: both of you tucked under a pile of blankets on the floor of your living room, watching some sort of movie that neither of you knew anything about but decided on because the name or something in the poster was just so funny you couldn't ignore it. But it wasn't one of those nights, and it had been days since the last time he had even heard from you.

He didn't know.

And you didn't know, either. How could you even tell him how seeing him there made things so much harder than they already had been these last few weeks? How could you tell him that everything had changed, that the friendship you both adored and counted on so much would be completely ruined because your stupid, stupid heart decided to pick up on even the smallest of things he did? And now, after years of being his rock, his confidant, you betrayed it all by falling in love with him? You couldn't. It wasn't fair to him, it wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair to the years and the secrets you shared with each other. It just wasn't.

And seeing him at your door, after you quickly brushed off all of his questions after accidentally picking up a call from him out of habit, you wanted to hide again. This is exactly what you have been doing since you noticed how your feelings changed towards him, after feeling your heart pick up astronomically as he simply laughed at a stupid video on his phone while you had dinner a few weeks ago. You hid away, rejecting calls, barely ever opening messages, and not answering any of them until you figured out a way to fix all of this.

What have I done? he asked so quietly you could have sworn your heart was sounding louder than his voice. His eyes searched for yours, silently begging for an explanation as to why you just left him so easily, why he's being cut away from your life all of a sudden. Please, you can't do this. Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong.

I love you, you think.

I don't know, you breathe out. You hate lying, hated lying to him even more, but it was for the best. It was easier to break your own heart than to break his.

Please don't lie to me. Please. His steps are so light and he moves so slowly you almost forget where you are. You can see his lips trembling a little, and he rubs his shaky hands as the night seems to get even colder. Can I come in? It's hard to speak. It's hard to think, even, and all you manage to do is step back as he makes his way in, barely even looking around. He doesn't go farther from the door, turning to look at you with a sort of emotion that you can't quite read on his face. What changed?

I love you. Your voice is barely there. It's hard to get it out, hard to even hear it in your own voice. The door is closed, yet your living room seems even colder than outside—you can feel his perfume and his shampoo and your heart breaking all at once and it's too much. I'm so sorry.

It's hard to look at him. It's hard to do anything, really, and your ears don't even seem to process any sound as he takes the last few steps in between you two. Somewhere in between his entrance, he took his shoes off, and as his socks come into your field of vision you notice you've been staring at the ground before you all this time.

No. Here it comes. Here's the feeling you've been avoiding for so long. Tell me to stop.

What? you know you're not sounding anywhere near stable right now.

Tell me to stop, please, or I won't be able to. It's cold inside but you can feel how warm he is, you can feel him right there, his hand searching for yours, his nose brushing against your cheek. It's so easy to get lost in it, so easy to give it all up just focusing on how his skin feels against yours as he plants a kiss on your temples, then another on your cheek, then one more on the corner of your lips. You need him there, you need him even more than you need to breathe, so you don't stop him and he doesn't stop either, finding your mouth with his and giving you exactly what you've been dreaming about all this time. It's unreasonably better than you could ever imagine, his hand suddenly cradling the back of your head as you completely melt into him.

And there's where you know everything has changed, but it doesn't terrify you anymore. Not when you can feel why he didn't even mind the cold outside, knowing damn well he must have walked all the way from his dorm to your door demanding an explanation as to why you disappeared from his life. That's when you know it all, when you can almost hear his heart beating inside his chest as you hold his face closer to yours.

That's when you know the complete truth—he loves you too.

[royaltysuite]

Sweet Taste... (w/ Karl Heisenberg)

Summary: Right after the meeting with Mother Miranda and the rest of the lords, Heisenberg seems to need his favorite vice in the form of you shivering and whimpering beneath before he faces off with Ethan Winters. You seem to have the same thought to surprise him when he returns home... As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Warnings: Dom!Heisenberg, Sub!Reader, unprotected p-i-v, Heisenberg fucks you in his work room, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), degradation

Author's Note: Here it is folks, my very first Kinktober 2024 post. The one will fall under the Domination/Submission category. This does not mean it can't be requested again. Each category is open to be requested with different characters. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay Classy~~~

Wanna Buy Me A Coffee?

When Karl was called away to an audience with Mother Miranda, I had already begun to suspect that he would return home highly upset. It was no secret that he hated being in her presence. After all, what she did to him was something he never wanted.

But, that didn't necessarily mean it didn't give him new gifts.

While Heisenberg was away, I began to prepare for his return. I made my way towards his main workshop which was connected to our bed chambers. The journey there was silent despite the sound of machinery clanging together.

It didn't take long for me to reach my destination and enter the room. Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me and got to work clearing up some space. It didn't take long for me to get the area somewhat cleaned before I began to get myself ready.

Luckily, his workshop had a built-in shower room so I didn't have to walk too far to quickly shower and get dressed. Though, I did have to enter our shared room to grab my gift for Karl. It was a nice lingerie set that Alcina had gifted me despite Karl's protests.

Honestly those two argue like their true siblings. Besides the point...

I set the box aside on the bathroom counter before hopping underneath the stream of hot, steaming water. I stood under there for a good minute before actually scrubbing myself down with a jasmine infused oil, knowing it would be a welcome scent from the typical blood and grime he was used to.

I scrubbed for a good ten minutes before shutting off the water and drying off. Once dried, I then took the lingerie set and quickly got dressed. As I was in the middle ready, the phone in Karl's workshop began to rang. The loud ring startled me out of my skin and my hand went to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

The phone then rang three more times after the first. A sequence that only him and I knew in case we needed to contact one another. Once the ring finished, I immediately answered and was greeted by the gruff tone of my husband.

"Doll, you there?" His question pierced in my ear. "Yes, my love. I'm here. How did your audience go with Miranda?" I responded to him. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll be home soon, so be a good girl and wait for me alright?" The message was clear as day to me.

I knew exactly what he meant and it set the start to the fire in my stomach. Each second was agonizing to me when all I wanted was to feel his rough touch upon my body. But, I knew that if I started without him, I would be in for punishment instead of the pleasure I craved.

Five minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye and the doorknob to the workshop began to wiggle. 'He's here...' I thought, scrambling to make myself look presentable for him. My eyes never left from the door as it creaked open.

They soon landed on my husband's figure as he crossed the threshold into the room. He then saw my form spread out across his desk and he sucked in a sharp breath. "What's all this?" He questioned, his deep brown eyes darkening with lust as they roamed my plush, lingerie-clad figure.

"Just wanted to be a little...stress relief for you. After all, I know how much you hate being near that woman. So, why don't you come here and take what's yours?" That seemed to change something in him because as soon as I finished speaking, his lips immediately met with mine.

The kiss was heated and sloppy. It was like he was trying to devour me whole at that moment. My hands began to aimlessly wander, trying to reach his waistband. Though that didn't sit well with him. "Don't start acting like a brat. You'll get what you want soon enough..." He growled, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and causing it to draw blood.

I winced softly but let out a whine, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up and ravage me. Karl then pulled away and flipped me over, my stomach coming in contact with the cold feeling on the desk beneath me. His hands then began to move around my body, lingering along my waistband.

"Wearing such clothing...you must've been wanting to be treated like nothing. Is that what you want, Princess?" "Please, treat me like nothing but a dirty slut..." I moaned, trying to rub my ass against him in an attempt for him to get the hint.

Luckily, he did because as soon as I did, he delivered a swift smack against my right cheek and followed up with another. The sudden strike left me shocked and I gasped out a moan. Heisenberg then took the chance to finally rip off my panties, effectively tearing them to shreds. Well, there goes that pair...

Once the fabric was out of the way, he pulled my legs apart and the sight of my quivering pussy made him grunt as he took in my scent. I could feel his shaking breaths inching closer and closer before his lips attached themselves to my cunt.

Just like when he kissed me, that same passion and desire to devour me came back tenfold. Each flick of his tongue hitting my clit sent tiny sparks to my core. I tried my best to hold back my moans but was met with another strike to my ass. A silent way of him telling me 'Let me hear you...'

Though, I was never the best at keeping quiet when it came to sleeping with my beast of a husband.

Karl kept a solid, steady pace of eating me out - soon bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my first of many orgasms. "Close...i'm so close~" I whined, trying to pull him closer so that I could cum.

But my efforts proved futile as he pulled away, causing me to whine loudly due to my orgasm being ripped away from me. Though that of course didn't bother my husband. He then flipped me onto my back before working to remove his belt and pants.

The sight of his hands running down his body and palming himself through his boxers was one that I loved. Not wanting to lose my orgasm, I tried to finger myself but my hand was caught in his tight grip.

"Didn't I say to be a good little slut?" "P-please, I need-" "Shh, I know what you need, but you'll be digging yourself deeper into a hole if you continue to act up. Now, you wanna be my perfect little slut or a brat that gets nothing?" He questioned, his tone deep and sultry.

As much as I wanted to act out, the need to be fucked-out was much stronger. "I'll be good, I promise~~ Please fuck me!" I cried out, my cries soon turning into moans at the feeling of his length pushing past my entrance.

He fed me inch by inch until the entirety of his cock was nestled deep inside of me. Even without him moving, I could still feel him reach spots that I could never reach with any toy that I had. Not even with my fingers.

Karl, after giving me a few seconds to adjust, began thrusting at a steady pace. The slow drag of his cock against my walls was a feeling that could instantly send me into a euphoric bliss. No longer able to hold back, my moans echoed loudly in the room and if someone were to walk past, they'd know exactly what was happening behind these closed doors.

Pleased by my unspoken choice, Karl smirked and started to increase the pace. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began pounding away without any abandon. It caught me by surprise, but that was washed away completely and was replaced by pure and immense pleasure.

The lewd sound of his hips making contact with my ass. The smell of sweat, sex and ashes. And when he reached in between our bodies to start playing with my clit. It was like my senses went into overdrive and I came right then and there alongside my husband. Though really, I squirted all over his lower body.

This caught Karl by surprise and he chuckled under his breath. "Oh my...baby, how come you never told me you could do that?" "I-i didn't know I could even do that...this is so embarrassing." I stuttered in response, trying yet failing to shield my heated face from his gaze.

He then pulled my hands away from my face and planted a cheek on my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I hope you're ready for more because for the rest of the night, I'm making you do that over and over."

And with those words, he hoisted my naked form into an upright position. The sudden movement caused my legs to lock behind his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid that I would lose my grip and fall.

My husband let out a boisterous laugh before he made his way to the connecting room. Oh how long this night will be...

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Author's Note: And there we have it guys, the first ever post for Kinktober 2024! It honestly took a lot longer than I wanted but that's only because I kept getting distracted by other Kinktober fics. On another note, as stated previously, if there's a topic you'd like to use in any requests/commissions, please let me know. The topics won't be removed so you can ask for any topic with a character you'd like to see written for it. Anyways, that's all and I hope you guys do enjoy reading this! Stay Classy~~

[azaharinflames]

To be honest, I had the same concerns like one of your anons. The GA is the majority and who it really is about, and they did not know (or care) about any of the Bvddie talk. Now with 8x11 they got pushed into this and having to think about it, and I hate that. Not that I think it will change anything, but it bothered me. But then I read your answers and you always have a way of calming me down with your thoughts. Like you said, it was the easiest and quickest way to deal with their issues before they get back together. And also like you said, they don't have time to focus several eps on Tommy's insecurities, but this came out of the blue, because it's obvious it was about something much more personal for Tommy in 8x6. Well, I guess I should be glad they wanted to put it out there that Buck definitely does not have feelings for his friend, no matter the way.

Hi, Nonnie! I'm so glad my rambling was of help <3 truly.

Yeah, here is the thing: if they wanted to introduce Buddie to the GA to make it stay/develop, they wouldn't have shut it down immediately, much less in such a redundant way. Because they could have had Buck deny it, and then show him hesitating (even if Maddie doesn't see his expression). Instead, we have him denying it two times: the first time when he explicitly says he doesn't have feelings for Tommy, the second time when he says he wants to call Tommy, not Eddie (side note: he could've hesitated here as well! Perhaps show he isn't completely sure as to who to call).

That was a message if I've ever seen it. The story is not about Eddie, but about Tommy.

Overall, it's like I said: Tommy is not a main. They cannot explore his side the same way they can explore Buck's. Tim's (sorta lazy) solution? Make the insecurity much easier to solve whilst also taking care of the people who say Buck is projecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy. Two birds with one stone.

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both), and even confessions! Though if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

[this-sapphic-paradise]

yes yes a million times yes to if anyone would want a part 2 of the charlotte/nat spanking ask

Part 2/3

The goes by in a blur for Nat as the only thing she can think of is her meeting with professor Matthews and the list she promised to send in the evening. Nat is short with everybody who crosses her way that day, but can you blame her? Would you be all happy and chill if your future was in the hands of a ridiculously sexy older woman who wants to take advantage of you?

Okay... maybe some people wouldn't be so pressed in they were in Nat's shoes...

After she gets to her dorm, Nat grabs a beer and throws herself in bed and doom scrolls to try and numb her brain as much as possible while she waits for the message.

Around 8 p.m., a notification pops up on the top of her screen. A message. From an unknown number.

"Fuck." Nat hates how her heart is already racing. She sits up and opens the message.

Hello darling,

As promised, here is the list of punishments I find most appealing.

Spanking;

Paddling;

Caning;

Flogging;

Hot wax;

Figging;

However, if your pain tolerance is very low, there are suitable alternatives:

Maintaining a (stress) position of my choice;

Writing the same sentence as many times as I desire;

Performing tasks for my amusement;

Being edged;

Having degrading things written on your body.

You may message me at any point during the weekend if you wish to discuss the punishments or your limits.

Sincerely,

LM

"Jesus..." Natalie breathes out, feeling her cheeks burning just from reading the text. I don't even know what some of this stuff is! She thinks, opening her browser to do some much needed research.

To say Nat fell down a rabbit hole would be an understatement. By the time she feels sufficiently informed about BDSM, punishments, safewords, aftercare and all that, it is already past midnight.

Should I message her? She thinks, wondering if Charlotte will be upset about the late hour. But she did say I could reach out at any point... Bitting her lip, Nat decides to go for it.

Hi professor. Sorry about the late hour, but I have some questions. Would you provide aftercare?

It takes less than five minutes for Nat to get a reply.

Yes. Not only it is the responsible thing to do, but it is also a moment a deeply appreciate.

Okay. Cool. What if we try something and I don't like it? I mean, what if it feels really bad?

Then you will use a safeword of your choosing, we will stop and recalibrate, meaning, we will either find a different way to continue, or we will stop completely for that day. Your well-being will always come first.

Nat smiles at her phone, At least she seems to practice this shit safely. Then, to her surprise, a new message comes in.

I gather you did some research. Did anything on my least catch your attention? Is anything already a hard no?

Caning and flogging are too harsh. Plus, the type of bruises they leave would make going to work and doing my job excruciating. I can't risk it.

Understandable, darling. No caning or flogging, then.

For someone who was so brazen as to propose this type of arrangement with a student, Charlotte seems to be very understanding. It helps ease Nat's mind somewhat.

Biting her lip, she writes–

Have you imagined yourself punishing me?

Yes, darling.

What were you doing to me?

I had you bent over my desk and I was fucking you slowly with a strap. Every answer you got right, I'd speed up or thrust deeper. But every wrong answer would make me slow down or stop.

Charlotte...

Yes?

There's no denying how fucking wet Natalie gets just by reading the messages. It makes it easier for her to accept the fact that she is going to agree to this fucked up arrangement, but... Since she's already in a fucked up situation, why not make the most out of it?

If I take my punishment really well, will you reward me?

Look who's already practicing being a good girl for me.

Yes, sweetheart. If you behave, I'll give a very nice reward.

Natalie squeezes her thighs, humiliation washing over her as she realizes just how ready she is to be professor Matthews's good girl.

Okay, professor. I agree to your compromise. See you on Tuesday?

Good girl. See you then. Don't forget to read the material.

[crystalelemental]

I am poking my head back here, briefly, to explain the reason for the absence. Which will continue. Don't really know how long.

In case anyone was unaware: I live in the US. Things are. Not going so great over here. I'm in a generally progressive state, and it's still bad. Literally like every day is some new bullshit. And I cannot lie to you. I'm not interested in being around Tumblr culture for this one.

It was draining before, but with the severity we're dealing with, I just have exactly no tolerance for it. Getting blasted with post after post after post of "EVERYTHING IS FUCKED AND YOU ARE IN IMMEDIATE DANGER DON'T DO NOTHING ABOUT THIS (shares zero actionable steps or suggestions)" was always annoying, but now it's actively detrimental. My energy is needed elsewhere.

I've been making calls. I've even started drafting letters, which is a lot given how bad writing by hand is for me. I've gone to our city hall meetings, am looking into committees I can join, and have drafted statements to make demanding support for vulnerable groups in our community to present at later meetings. I've even stayed (a little) late at work to talk with colleagues earnestly about the state of things and am trying to build community that way. It is...fucking exhausting. I'm so tired.

But that's not even the end of it. I alluded to the same in posts around the holidays, but there have been Big Personal Things going on, which have taken a tremendous amount of personal time, money, and energy to sustain. It's rewarding, it's necessary, but this combination is exhausting. Also our house almost burned down. We managed to get our electrical upgraded before something went off, but they told us the light flickering was because a cable in the attic was starting to go so badly that a serious enough wind storm would've snapped a cable in a way that would have definitely started a fire with the insulation. So like. Silver lining.

I am going to be generally away for a while. I do not really know if I'll be back for serious. I may stop in to talk via messages, or answer asks and replies to posts. But despite the exhaustion...I feel a lot better about things than I did when I was here in a more serious capacity.

And hey! If you're in the US and feeling broadly powerless, here are some general recommendations:

5 Calls has been immensely helpful for minor action. They give you a list of issues to contact representatives about, will give you a script to follow to speak to the issue. Truth be told, they're more verbose than the calltakers care about, they tend to just want Name, Street Address (if voicemail), City and Zip Code (for all calls), and what your position is on the thing you're calling out. They don't care about your reasons, per se. If I get someone on the line, I never get to the mini speech, and tend to truncate for voicemails. Phones are so busy one of our Senators' DC office can't accept more messages, so I have to call the local branch. Give them short messages to quickly tally where you can.

Democratic Socialists of America is a recommended organization I have not yet joined with, so I can't speak to it in specific terms. The "local" chapter for me is still over an hour from home, and with all else going on, it's just too out of the way to be viable, I have to look more local. But they hold a lot of initiatives to get involved in, and seem pretty easy to contact. I can't vouch for every chapter, but my local one just has a button to fill out a four-question request to meet another member in person to discuss what you'd like to get involved with.

Legitimately, find out when your open to the public town/city hall meetings are. Local community vibes count for a lot, and you can find out a lot about what's going on and where people's concerns are just by attending. Also you get front row seats to insanely fun drama between angry old people who hate each other, it's great. 10/10, would recommend. All I did was look up "[area] town hall meetings" and it came right up. Called their office to confirm what was open to the public and how to schedule making a public comment, and just showed up. I didn't do or say anything the first time, but met some people and have a better sense for where things stand and what I can do from one (1) meeting.

[loserabby]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ᵎᵎ here is where i'd go on a ramble, which is pretty fun cause ya girl does like to yap [ border credit ]

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triggers mentioned : child abuse, incest, neglect

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this blog contains 18+ content but even if it didn't, i am over the age of twenty-five and do not feel comfortable interacting with anyone below the age of 18. i block minors, blank blogs and blogs without ages in their bios! this is quite common practice in the community, and for good reason, so i hope you understand. due to the nature of this blog and the content i write, discuss and even reblog, i cannot allow minors to interact with me (following, liking, etc). i am an adult woman writing and reading porn on the internet and i don't feel comfortable with children reading my content. please respect this. if you add your age to your bio and you're over 18, message me on my fic-rec blog and i'll unblock you. if i find out someone has lied to me about their age, i will name and shame.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 |

i do not see myself writing rpf (real people fiction) at any point in the future or at this current point in time, i much prefer writing fics for actual characters. i may occasionally reblog a rpf fic on my fic rec blog however. my triggers include but are not limited to: incest, child abuse and neglect. i may occasionally mention themes of these (child abuse and neglect) in my fics but passingly, but would appreciate any mutuals tagging them, as i would. thank you.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 |

while i currently don't have plans to write any dark fics, i do enjoy and engage with dark romance as a genre both in fanfics and trad-pub books. any posts containing to this will be tagged as dark!fic and any fics i may write in the future will be tagged appropriately. however please remember that i am not responsible for the entertainment you consume, please ensure you read the tags and warnings before engaging with fics.

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 |

i don't tolerate any kind of hate speech or ignorance on my blog or my dashboard (anti-lgbtq, xenophobia, racism, etc) and will name+shame/block anyone who makes such remarks. i want this blog to be a safe space not only for me but anyone else. i will ignore any asks that are bigoted in any way so don't expect to bait me for a reaction. that being said, i am white and afab, so if i ever say anything or repost anything that is offensive please send me a message letting me know and i will educate myself better.

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i am autistic, sometimes i get overwhelmed and sometimes i might sound rude or a joke might not land. apologising in advance cause i don't really mean it to be rude, i just don't know how to communicate the way neurotypicals do (which is funny considering up until last year i was considered one of them) i do have a varied attention span (mainly fixating on one thing at a time) but my askbox is always open if you have any requests or ideas you'd like me to expand upon. i can't guarantee requests will be fulfilled because sometimes i can't vibe with something, but i'll always let ppl know when that happens. also!! tumblr has a tendancy to eat asks for me so thats a likely answer, just resend if its been a while oops kinda sporadic in posting fics, especially since i'm just getting back into it and trying to branch out into diff fandoms. i don't have a taglist and likely wont ever just bc i tend to be a bit forgetful, but i do timezone reblogs.

[numberonetacostan]

Not really a hadcanon but more of a question for your “Taco if she was in III” AU

If Taco did a confessional what episode would it be in and what would she talk about? I’m genuinely curious about this and would like to hear more about this AU!!

Also hope you’re doing well Loomy and happy holidays ^^

HI MUSHY!!!!^^ WELCOME BACK, AND THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH FOR SENDING IN A QUESTION ABOUT ONE OF MY AUS!!!!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ I LOVE BEING ASKED ABOUT MY AUS!!!!!! I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I AM SO EXCITED TO BE ASKED ABOUT ONE OF MY AUS!!!!!!^^^^ I LOVE QUESTIONS ABOUT II IN GENERAL TOO!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE BE MORE LIKE MUSHY /LH -> (any message makes me happy!!! i am being waggish)

AND WHAT A WONDERFUL QUESTION IT IS!!!!! She's not the most open about her feelings, so I don't think she'd use the confessional as much as other contestants. Taco would especially be avoiding everything to do with the game in the beginning, so I don't see her using the confessional early on- besides after the elimination in...

Episode 4 (The Overthinkers): She would use it to speak directly to the viewers, since the viewer vote is what saves her. She would go through the anger and bargaining stages of the five stages of grief in there, first shouting a tad and ranting about how upset she is that the audience voted to keep her around, and then asking the viewers to not give her immunity again. It does not work.

Episode 5 (Tragedy at 60 Feet): No Taco confessional in this episode, but an extra one for Candle!!! Just talking to the audience about how unwell Taco is, really. She's concerned for her <3!!! [I'm sensing a rarepair coming on, someone save me. Candle ended up way more involved in this au than I'd planned before typing it. I love when Taco is loved and is in love. I love women.]

Episode 7 (Best Served Cold): Yet another episode in which there's no confessional from Taco, but there is one about her!!! This one's by Balloon, done before he tries to reach out to Taco, mostly discussing his thought process about it to the audience. He isn't sure whether or not Taco can be trusted, but he can see that she's suffering, and wants to extend the same (theoretical, of course) hand to her that Suitcase extended to him <3.

Episode 15 (Blue Buried): Taco would do a confessional!!! 11 episodes later!!!! A short one, though, revolving around that one line from Blueberry after he's done playing dead!! "Because. Whenever MePhone has a personal problem, he turns it into a challenge. It’s so predictable. And unhealthy." Taco would agree so hard with this!! It's something she brings up in her Truth or Flare monologue, and she would bring it up in her final 3 speech in this au!!!!! And, in her confessional, she would highlight it to the audience. Blueberry may not have succeeded in rejoining, but he was right about how the game is run, unfortunately. It's unhealthy for everyone, really. Seeds of her big speech in the finale here, yeah?

Episode 18 (A Jury of Your Fears): All three finalists do a confessional reflecting on their time this season and their thoughts on facing the jury. Taco would be really annoyed that she's had to be here, has hated the season, hates hates the game and what it does to all of them... but would admit she did meet some nice people <3. As for her thoughts on facing the jury? She does not want to!! There's no way she's gonna win, she doesn't even want to win, and she does not want to stand in front of a group of people who hate her (almost as much as she hates herself <3). But if she has this platform, if she can get them to listen, maybe she can do something good.

Happy holidays, Mushy!!!^^ Thank you for the ask again I really liked answering this one!!!!!!!! X]

[cupids-meringue]

Open your heart for my arrow~!

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Hello hello; this is a Pavlova Cookie RP/ask blog, ran by @airfryingair! You can call me air fryer or air! Long-time rper whose given Tumblr rping a shot!

OOC Notice - low activity; only answering asks for this blog unless otherwise discussed for the time being (i'm sorry! please still hit me up with ideas; can try 'em later!!)

Blog is currently under construction, ask me any questions!

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❤︎ I am over 18 and prefer my partners to also be over 18 at the minimum.

❤︎ No explicit ERP; romantic implications are okay, sexual is not. I'm not comfortable doing ERP with this character period. On that note: darker subjects are okay, provided you run them by me first (do not be afraid to message me! especially if you want something more dark!)

❤︎ My replying schedule can be sporadic, but often quick. If you feel as if I've forgotten, please send me a message (either here or my main)! I've probably just gotten distracted.

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❤︎ A-Okay with pretty much any ship, unless listed! If you want an interaction to be romantic, just tell me. I'm autistic as hell and will NOT catch the clues (plus it's good to get explicit knowledge of these sorts of things). Note: I'll only ship Pavlova with other characters that are younger. My personal interpretation is that Pavlova is a younger character, so I'd feel uncomfortable with others.

❤︎ I have no current bans on any ships!

❤︎ I'll initiate from @airfryingair or leave it on anon+tag.

❤︎ You can treat this as a character ask blog or as a rp blog! I don't mind either way.

❤︎ Usual RPing format:

♡ ((OOC, (OOC) - also uses tags

♡ Regular thoughts/actions

♡ "Speaking" | Speaking (for asks only)

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Only love!

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[ask-an-innocuous-taco]

Dear reader,

Hey there! Welcome to my Inanimate Insanity-themed blog! You're in the right place if you're a fan of the show (and don't hate Taco.) Just a heads up, though: spoilers might be ahead, especially if you're not caught up with the latest episodes.

Oh, and before I forget, I'll be answering your questions and prompts mainly through text, with some headcanons thrown in for good measure. Just keep in mind that my interpretations might not always perfectly match the characters from the show, but I'll do my best to stay true to their essence.

So, a bit about me—I've been obsessed with Inanimate Insanity for a couple of years now. It's basically taken over my life, in the best possible way. And I figured, why not channel that obsession into something creative? Hence, this ask-blog.

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BLOG'S STORYLINE:

Their conversation leads to MePad introducing Taco to this thing called Tumblr, suggesting that instead of dwelling on lost connections by letters, she could try making new ones here. It's a nice little moment of growth for Taco, don't you think?

We're picking up after Microphone's reality check on Taco and after Taco's whole ordeal with kidnapping MePad. Lonely and needing someone to talk to, Taco switches MePad back on from slumber mode. And instead of just using him as a pawn like she did before with anyone else, she's opening up a bit, showing some genuine sincerity. Maybe some honesty wouldn't hurt.

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Be Respectful: Treat others with kindness and respect. Harassment, bullying, or any form of hate speech will not be tolerated. !!REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A REAL PERSON BEHIND THE SCREEN!!

RULES:

No Spamming: Avoid spamming the ask box with repetitive questions or messages. One well-thought-out question at a time is preferred.

Be Patient: Understand that the creator behind the ask-blog may have a busy schedule. Please be patient for responses, as I may take time to answer questions.

Keep it PG-13: Ensure all questions and discussions are appropriate for a general audience. Avoid explicit content or language. (Unless it's funny haha. I won't hesitate to publicize your inquiry, all in good fun, of course).

Respect Privacy: Avoid asking overly personal questions or prying into the personal lives of the creator portrayed in the blog.

No Plagiarism: Respect original content and intellectual property. Do not steal or repost artwork, writing, or any other creations without proper permission or credit.

Use Trigger Warnings: If discussing sensitive topics or themes, provide trigger warnings to alert readers of potentially distressing content.

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Taco inquiries - Asks that have to do with Taco.

SPECIAL TAGS:

MePad asks - Asks that have to do with MePad.

Mod 👓 - Asks that are answered by the mod.

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If you want to ask anything related to Taco or maybe even MePad, feel free to shoot me a message using the tags provided below. Can't wait to hear from you all!

- Yours truly, 👓.

[askthetcccdj]

Before You Interact

SUBMISSION STATUS

Ask box: Open

Submissions: Open

DMs: Open

Answers: We're always drawing more. Some of them are being animated.

Next Fanmail Friday is: When I have enough

Current Poll: None

BLOG INFO AND RULES

THIS BLOG TAKES PLACE IN AUSTRALIA. Laws regarding mature behaviour will be treated as if all participants are Australian.

CONTENT WARNING: Alcohol, parties, crass or raunchy behaviour, adult references, body horror, the occasional conventionally hot person with a smokin' body, conventionally hot tumblr-sexyman DJ, a blog owner who likes drawing in an anime-like style instead of semi-realism.

Do not bring politics or arguments into my posts.

This blog is adult-directed and will contain occasional crass behaviour. If you're not into that, you're not the target audience

Do not send hate or death threats

I will not tolerate bisexual or bi-umbrella erasure on this blog

I already have a "humanoid" concept in the works for the DJ

Magic anons are welcome, but they might have some unexpected results. They will also be queued unless you explicitly ask to be combined with a currently running magic anon.

I, the blog owner, will only accept ship asks/requests that come from people who are over the age of 18. If you are 18 years old by calendar, please take some time to ease into being 18 before you submit a ship ask or request.

Submitted ship asks should be visibly adult examples of their species. All ship asks should include a character sheet (or a link to a character sheet) so that I can verify your character is an adult.

Small and/or petite adults are permissible ONLY if they possess visible adult features or have an established character sheet (or wiki page if it's a canon character of some media) indicating they are an adult (character info will function as an ID to the ballroom).

Keep in mind that my headcanons might not align with yours.

This is not an official depiction of the DJ!!! I am not Shoocharu!!! There will always be a bit of OOC discrepancy between the character creator's ideas and a fan-blog's ideas.

I, the blog owner, am Australian. While I may post at what would qualify as "night hours" for me on occasion, I do have active hours that are incompatible with half the world.

Not every Anon Character is going to be humanoid. This IS the Interplanetary Ballroom, after all. If I think a design warrants it, I'll tag with an appropriate warning. If you would like your anon to be guaranteed human or messed up lil guy, let me know. If you're fine with letting fate decide, enjoy the ride.

Ask Box Status: Open, Anon activated

CHARACTER INFO AND RULES

The DJ is not bound by human constraints of gender or sexuality and is perfectly comfortable in literally any form they ever have and ever will take on.

The DJ is just as likely to flirt with a man as he is with a woman, as he is with a nonbinary individual, as they are with an otherworldly creature that doesn't adhere to human dimorphism, as they are with a living chair.

The DJ does not care which pronouns are used, but is currently partial to he/him and they/them when speaking to species with a human concept of gender

The DJ does not identify by any human flags or labels

The DJ is a relatively flirty and intrusively hands-on when it comes to social interaction. Hugs are always welcome

The DJ does not have an exclusive shipping partner on this blog. He's all about creating a good experience for all.

The DJ is a pretty nice dude all things considered, but please don't get on their bad side. You probably don't want them to kerfullaxle your perplexpleen.

The DJ loves to shapeshift and dress up. Suggestions are always welcome.

COLLAB INFO AND RULES

I must ask that all collab participants be over the age of 18 and their OCs over 21. This is a hard requirement due to the fact that this is an area discusses parties, crass behaviour, and booze.

Collab requests can be sent via the Messages system to this blog. Please make it clear that you are talking OOC otherwise you will get an answer from one of the characters.

If our collaboration is just cross-blog interaction, that's fine for anyone to do.

If our collaboration is your character becoming a semi-permanent resident of the blog, I'm only comfortable doing that with close friends, as it will require me to answer questions on the characters' behalf and that's not an easy thing to do if I'm not in easy contact with the creator.

Collaborations will be credited unless the artist explicitly desires to remain anonymous. Please make it clear to me in a message whether or not you want to be anonymous prior to setting the collab in stone.

TAGS AND STUFF (If a tag isn't linked, I haven't used it enough to warrant linking it)

Not An Ask: Posts not involving questions

tccc dj ask: Questions directed at and answered by the DJ

tccc void ask: Questions directed at and answered by the Void.

tccc mc ask: Questions directed at and answered by the human MC of the song.

mun oc ask: Questions directed at and answered by named OCs belonging to the blog owner.

OOC Post: Posts where the blog owner is communicating for any reason unrelated to RP purposes.

Crossover: Posts involving the DJ or any dancehall regulars interacting with out-of-universe characters.

RP: Posts involving cross-blog interactions with other ask-blog characters.

BillDJBleck: Any posts specifically pertaining to crossovers involving Bill Cipher or Count Bleck.

Open Ask: Questions asked without anon

Anon ask: Questions asked by anons

Meta Post: Posts where I have written an OOC post that is either longer than usual or contains important trivia for the blog.

FAQ

You didn't put CW/TW tags on the pinned post: The pinned post is a front-facing content warning. If I tag it with blocked tags, that would defeat the purpose.

Post XYZ is missing ABC tag: If you think a post is missing a tag that you'd rather not see, please request it politely. I will ignore aggressive and disrespectful requests, since they didn't show the courtesy of being nice to me first.

How old are the characters?: Unless explicitly stated otherwise, everyone depicted is an adult.

How old is the blog owner?: Adult. I would highly prefer any ship-RP partners to also be adults.

Can I ship my characters with anyone on the blog?: Only if all parties (both characters and their players) are over the age of 18.

What should I do if I need to talk at length on something?: If you have OOC questions to ask of me, RP requests, or just want something clarified, DMs are open.

[prismatoxic]

(ID in alt!)

hey there! my name is tox and I'm a 29-year-old gay trans man who loves writing, drawing, playing video games, and thinking about fictional men kissing.

writing tag

art tag

original text posts/post additions tag

promises to keep tag (in case that's why you're here)

my current main fandom is dungeon meshi, and my main ship for that is chilaios. I'm caught up on the anime and have read the manga; my spoiler tags are #dunmeshi spoilers (for general major story spoilers and things the anime hasn't gotten to yet) and #dunmeshi anime spoilers (for details specific to new or imminently upcoming anime episodes). my posts about dunmeshi have been sparse lately, and i'm mostly into shared OC worlds right now, but don't be surprised if i swing back in at random (or when season 2 drops).

some other fandoms you may see from time to time are the legend of zelda, persona (mostly 4 and 5), fall out boy, gravity falls, cult of the lamb, star trek (mostly tos and lower decks), dragon age, and a random collection of others I'm also into. I typically tag for fandom (especially if it's one likely to show up again on my blog), as well as ship if applicable.

I also reblog a lot of general stuff, from queer discussions to fandom discourse to stuff I just find funny. I have an organizational tag system and I also add commentary tags to a lot of things. (sorry for clogging your notes with those if I reblog from you a lot.)

generally speaking, I don't really do the DNI stuff, but that said: my blog is 18+ and I will block minors who follow me or message me directly. I'm also profic as you can see in the above image and my blog description; this means I believe everyone should have the freedom to depict and enjoy anything they want to in fiction. I do not condone irl harm of any kind (unless it's consensual, I'm pro-kink too!). if you are someone who hates "illegal ships" or has "proship DNI" in your bio, you won't like it here, and I'll block you if I notice you in my notes.

to wrap this up, I am forgetful and shy but I do really love engaging with people, so I'm generally happy to answer messages if you're not being a dick (I will block you if you are). anon asks are on at present and will stay on unless people use them to harass me; feel free to send me stuff! I'm always open to being corrected/given additional info for anything I post or reblog, as well, so don't be afraid to send such messages as long as you're polite.

other places you can find me:

ao3

aethy

twitter

buzzly

my chilaios discord server, which is also where I post updates and behind the scenes stuff for my fic promises to keep! (make sure to fully read the rules!)

[p3achpunch]

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General base price list

Quick Sketch 20 USD Headshot : 30 USD Half body/Hips up: 35 USD Full body: 50 USD Chibis 35 USD ***I am not at the moment accepting complex pieces, if I am accepting prices will be discussed through messaging.*** -The base price for each additional character is 10 USD (bust/torso), 15 USD (half body/thigh up) and 20 USD(full body). The base color prices 5 USD black and white/mono-coloring 10 USD flat coloring 15 USD for color and shading 20 USD for color, shading, and rendering

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General

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The commissioned piece is a digital good only. No physical copy will be provided.

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The initial agreed-upon price might change if major changes to the artwork are requested after the sketch has been approved.

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Cancellations are free of charge until the concept sketch is received. Once the cleaned sketch is received, cancellations will only be refunded up to 40% of the total commission value I received.

If the commission is canceled before I start working on it (either because you canceled the order, or if I cannot begin with your commission for any reason), you will get a full refund.

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Printing or making “merch” of the artwork is allowed as long as it’s for personal use only. It is ok to post for covers or art in fanfiction as long as you are not making a profit off my work.

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THINGS I WILL DO

Original characters

Fanart

Mechs ( depending on how complex the design may be)

Furry

NSFW ( you must be of age to request this)

Your pets

Any other requests that is not listed please feel free to ask

THINGS I WON’T DO

Gore (to an extent: so no organs falling out or stab in the eye stuff etc.)

Immoral or hateful content

anything that makes me uncomfortable

General commissioning info You can contact me via email, dreaminglucid413@gmail.com (or in my DMs), and give me a general gist of what you want me to draw! If it’s an OC or a character you think I haven’t drawn before; please provide some reference images. I’ll answer within a week, but if I don’t please check my twitter and tumblr for an update post! When you send me an email (or a DM) one of three things will happen:

 I’ll accept the commission or ask for more info!! Let’s go yeehaw!

I’ll reject it. I will message you to let you know if I can’t do it, but sometimes I won’t be able to. If I don’t answer within a week and there’s no update post on my twitter or tumblr just assume I won’t be able to do it.

I’ll put you on hold! I might not be able to do your commission immediately. But! I’m interested and willing to do it in the future when I’m capable of taking commissions again.

Time

Please understand that this is not my primary form of income and that I work and go to school. smaller pieces will take about 1 week-2weeks to finish once I have begun, larger complex pieces may take longer to up to a month.

Any further questions please do not hesitate to ask.

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 9

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, toxic dom/sub relationship, more arguments

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

A/N 2: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back! I'm feeling way better and I'm merging towards my social life as well. I did a litte editing and changing on part 8 where they argued. But it doesn't affect the plot. Feel free to check it out :3 Two more chapters and WT will be completed (I hope I'll get it done by December based on my current speed lmao)

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

From joannaklein@dwightuniversity.edu.cn

Dear all,

I hope this reaches you well. This email is to remind those of you who have yet to submit your form for assigning a supervisor…

You have been looking at this email for quite some time. Opening the link at the bottom of this email too. But you haven’t made a move yet.

You have thought about having Andy as your supervisor, but that idea sounded like a lifetime ago. And now, there’s no way you’d let Andy be your supervisor.

How are you going to face him? This is more than just some misunderstanding from last semester. This is you two breaking up. Broken up. Whatever.

You are not making him your supervisor.

Taking a deep breath, you text a reply to the message your barely-friend Fiona sent you half an hour ago.

Fiona: Are you going to choose Barber as your supervisor?

You: No. Klein.

A few more messages come from Fiona after you send it. But you ignore them, knowing that she’d be asking dumb questions.

No, probing questions like “what are you going to write for your dissertation” or “should I include my pilot study into my dissertation” or other things that she wants to make an impression in front of her supervisor without “borrowing” from your answers first.

Bitch.

You feel like screaming. Which you did, after punching your mattress and burying your head into the pillow. Only lifting your head when you are completely out of breath.

With everything that happened with Andy, Laurie, Fiona and your schoolwork, it feels like nothing could alleviate you from the endless mess of self-doubt and self-hatred. Hating others as well. Hating your friend choices. Hating your boyfriend choices. Hating your school which led you to him. Hating everyone and every being on this very planet.

Hating yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble to yourself. Pulling your laptop close to fill in the form for dissertation supervisors.

Typing word for word of your dissertation title, and selecting “Joanna Klein” as your preferred supervisor.

I hate my life. The idea keeps floating in your head like the obnoxious bubbles in a soda can, spritzing tiny drops of irritating reality into your face.

Andy has just received the email from Joanna Klein to all available lecturers and professors about supervising students in their dissertations.

He found the familiar name – your name – in a heartbeat. Merely sticking out his lips and making what Laurie would call “a bitch face”, as he found your name under the list of students under the supervision of Joanna Klein.

The pure imagination of pulling the strings behind your dissertation, of having a say in what you could not refuse, seeing you writhing under his grasp, gets his blood pumping in his veins.

He’s probably sick to the bones. One brief moment of clarity tells him so. To get high just to watch you struggling in his control. The adrenaline rush of knowing you are helpless, having no one to turn to but him.

He probably needs help.

But who needs help, when you, the most direct and sufficing way of satisfying his hunger, practically serve your weakness on a silver platter?

Andy pulls his chair closer to the desk, makes up his mind, and starts typing on the keyboard.

He is doing what’s best for you.

You might not see it that way for now but…

You’ll understand, eventually.

Andy sits in his office. Waiting. Patiently. Tapping his fingers on the table surface, as he looks out of the window.

It has only been a while, since you last came to his office to deliver his suit and your breakup.

However, things turned rather quickly, as there was no room for argument as the final version of the list containing supervisor and their students to tutor through the dissertation was settled as the last nail in the coffin.

Five students, students that he is going to supervise, are about to enter that door. And one of them being you.

He grins, thinking of the fact that you are tied to him for the rest of the term time.

No use running. He rolls your name on his tongue silently. He’s far beyond any help could ever achieve in pulling him back. He wants you, one way or another.

He’d keep you, treat you like the precious thing he adores, if you behave.

If you do not… well, there are more than a few ways that he can think of to devour you.

He’d keep you, one way or another.

Five students, including you, walked through that door, sitting on the chairs that he prepared. You picked the seat furthest from him, in a small corner. Didn’t make eye contact. No friendly “hello”. No nothing.

He doesn’t mind.

He knows that you are still mad about your little dispute.

He will tolerate it, knowing that you still love him.

He will explain, tell you that he will fight tooth and nail for you. Tell you that you could start over. He was being unreasonable. He was frustrated and angry, and he lashed out on you, that he was sorry about it all.

Later. He will explain later.

Andy clears his throat, folding his hands on his stomach, “Today we’ll start by having a brief introduction of yourselves. You obviously know me, since I’ve taught you all, but I would still like it if you could introduce yourself to each other. You can tell us about your name, something about yourself, and also tell us about what you are planning to write for your dissertation…”

He pays no special attention to you. He comments, nods, and gives useful suggestions based on everyone’s self-introduction.

“I understand I’m asking for a lot of work in a short amount of time. However, I would expect you to produce a general frame of your dissertation by the next meeting, which is two weeks from now. In the framework, you’ll be talking about how you want to approach your topic-” He stops Fiona from scribbling on her notebook, but ignores you who are doing the same. What can he say, he favors you in the smallest of details, “I’ll send you all an email after this meeting for the framework you’ll be writing about. The topic, the details you are going to investigate, the methodology – I’m sure Professor Rifkin has explained this in her class, and also, keep an open mind when you are writing the dissertation, especially for those who are employing a qualitative method to analyze their data. Any questions?”

You are the first to rush out of his office after he declares that today’s session has come to an end.

He waits until the last student has left the floor before heading out.

The entire floor is quiet. Dead. Deserted.

His shoes barely make a sound on the soft carpet as he steps out of his office, finding you on the floor, sitting on the carpet. You have opened your laptop, but it seems blank.

You gain your consciousness when he approaches, looking up at him. A sigh leaving your lips before you speak, “You did this.”

Not a question, but a firm sentence.

You know he was behind this transfer of dissertation supervisors.

Andy neither confirms nor denies. He cocks his head slightly, looking at your tired expression, “You will need to work on your methodology. Your arguments wouldn’t be convincing if you only state the method for your dissertation.”

“Can’t we be those ex-es like friends? Stop torturing each other over the fact that we broke up? Can you just leave me alone?” You take a deep breath, saying the words that you know he will be disapproving of.

He takes a seat on the couch in the open space, about three feet from where you are sitting, but he doesn’t have to put extra pressure on his neck looking at you from above.

Andy interlaces his fingers into a fist, his thumbs tapping each other.

To tell the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let go of you. Couldn’t watch you go away.

“Look-” Seeing him unresponsive to your plead, you change your tactics, switching into defiance, “If you want to be a bitch about our relationship, I will have to put in a request to the faculty about changing my supervisor.”

Andy lets out a cold, hard laugh. Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Andy “kindly” tells you about the regulation that runs around the place: “Nice try getting rid of me, sweetheart. But even if you do, and that’s a big ‘if’, you would still have to write your dissertation, and during scoring, your dissertation would be assigned to lecturers based on your topic. And I know all your topics, sweetheart.”

Your lips visibly tremble in fear, so are your arms, “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” His tone turns sharp, “I can put an A into your months of work, or an F. Your choice.”

“Yeah? And what should I do for an A?” You shut your laptop with a loud snap, jumping from the spot on the floor to your feet. Clenching your teeth and hissing like venom burns your mouth, you challenge him even further, “Suck your dick, Professor Barber?”

“Be nice, sweetheart. I’m trying to be a friend.” Andy narrows his eyes, the threat in his tone is evident, “First of, I suggest you to be respectful when talking to me.”

You glare at him with fire burning in your eyes.

“I'm not a monster, sweetheart. But if you poke me like that, I don't mind putting a little discipline inside that pretty little brain of yours. Try to stay on my good side, yeah?” Andy stands to his full height, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands up, casually tugging the hem of his shirt and his tie. After tiding himself up, Andy lifts his hand to caress your jaw.

You jerk your head on instinct but his fingers dig into your neck, reminding you, painfully, of the night that he went overboard and fucked your throat.

His grip softens when he feels you freeze on spot. Tracing his thumb on your jawline, he murmurs, “Remember, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I tell you something, and you do it.”

“You're not my fucking Dom.” You grit out.

“Still bratty, I see. You're a handful but I doubt there's anything that can't be solved by some punishments.”

His thumb forces you to lift your chin, even so, you refuse to look at him.

It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice, “You can't expect me to whore out myself.”

If that’s what he’s asking.

Andy presses a small kiss to your temple, whispering by your ear, “I don't really mind, sweetheart, as long as it is you.”

Some sense finally comes to you, your body shakes like a leaf in both fear and fury, you try to sound tough, but it comes out no better than a whimper, “I could report you to the board of malpractice.”

“And I have a lawyer friend, honey. He's the best in town. God knows how long a lawsuit can take. 18 months? 24?”

“Honey” was usually meant for Laurie, but he is beyond caring which endearment belongs to whom at this point.

“You're ... evil.” You want to move, but you cannot, not when he’s still having an iron grip over your neck.

“Maybe.” Andy shrugs, letting go of your neck, “Now run along before I do something evil, like fucking you over my desk.”

You pack your things as fast as you can, leaving the place without another word.

The rest of the term time passed in a blur. He attends your graduation ceremony with a heart-felt smile, knowing well that he black-mailed you into accepting his supervision and that you have an impeccable dissertation as he almost looked through every word of it, which probably violated ten faculty rules, if not twenty.

He is still clapping when you receive the graduation certificate from Joanna Klein, while he stands on the side. The next thing he knows, you are rushing towards him with a knife in your hand, carving his chest almost in half and he dies before the ambulance can reach the hospital.

His soul floats in mid-air as he watches everything pans out.

Laurie takes over everything, every property in their marriage.

You are charged with murder, serving your life-sentence in a max-security prison.

And Laurie… Laurie divorced him and marries the man she was having an affair with, decorating Andy’s house into a shit-yellow color, laughing and doesn’t have to worry about the rest of her life since she has all the money, cars, and houses that she could get their hands on…

Andy wakes up screaming.

Panting.

Taking a few seconds to realize that he is not in a ghost state and that he is still alive.

Alive. Awake. In his home. In the middle of the night.

Everything in the dream felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Andy touches his chest, where the skin and flesh are intact.

He is still alive.

He sweated through his sheet.

Another few seconds pass and he stays up, hands over his face, recalling the horrible dream.

The absolute nightmare where he told Joanna to switch you to his-

Shit.

He pulls himself over the bed and snatches his phone from the nightstand, checking his email.

The sudden blue light from his phone has him cursing. After flipping over his inbox and finding that he received the email of supervising students yesterday, but hasn’t made a move yet, he lets out an exhale of relief.

He groans and lies back to the bed. His heart still pounding frantically.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth.

Rest assured that he is not going to pull a favor and get you assigned to him.

But he wants you so bad.

How can he live when he wants you so bad and he pissed you off by saying the most harmful things that could be ever said to you?

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[beautifulpersonpeach]

Sorry pls ignore my last ask BPP. Your point about Seven being the 'Dynamite' equivalent in solo era is a good one and explains the treatment it got. After the BB article I also now understand why BH dropped LC. If BB believed the LC record was 'tainted' with Chinese cash and BH never had that 'Dynamite' promotion plan for it, everything that's happened makes sense. But it still leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. I can't wash it out. Are we now at the mercy of BB's whims? Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1? I'm just trying to understand how the company is thinking about things without victimizing the members. They all seem to be still working with purpose so I feel they don't feel shortchanged, but from the outside looking inside it doesn't feel fair.

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Ask 2:

Hi BPP,

Re: bb article

1. Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?

2. I absolutely hate that it is again Jimin that takes the brunt of all this bulshit, I really do. He doesnt deserve this at all. But he is strong, he will be OK. That being said, its making me really upset IRL, so I will have to do some me time.

3. I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)

My opinion is, that while BB is paramount when it comes to big awards season, eventually BB and the awards themselves serve as a kind of promotion, to validate the artist to their (potential) fanbase, keep them invested etc. BTS guys do all of that on their own, with their music, personalities and lyrics. So going forward, if they dont chart as much, dont win as much... It will not matter in the long run. Their fan base is so solid that I trully believe they will have no problem selling multiple stadium stops 25 years from now. Easily.

There will be a significant fandom fall off, when all the people who are here for bragging rights lose their interest. And that is a good thing... But the people who will stay, who love the guys for who they are and for their art, those whose love does not depend on how many grammy noms or BB H100 they recieve... These people will stay and buy the tickets. And their numbers will still be enourmous. Enviable. More than the majority of the western industry plants can only dream of.

Rant over. Have a good weekend

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Ask 3:

The latest Billboard discussion is disheartening, but the NYT article description of U.S. conservatives aping the tactics of Swifties and BTS fans to get their nefarious messaging across is even more so. Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?

I was struck by this partvof the original question to you"

'... figure out a way to truly determine which songs are most popular (whatever that even means anymore)....'

So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? Even if they number in the millions, we are still looking at support that is far deeper than it is wide.

I mean, better than the suits deciding, I guess? Or is it just another group--this one outside of the target country--imposing their agenda on the population? One has the goal of making money; the other of winning a fan war.

So, how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP? Or doesn't it matter?

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I've said many times on this blog that I'm not a writer, and that English isn't my first language, so I suppose it's unsurprising that despite my efforts putting my thoughts to paper/Tumblr, I'm still unable to fully communicate it in a way people understand right away, to eliminate/answer a lot of questions that I believe should be clear to infer from what I've written before. So rather than write a massive post like before where my key points could get lost, I'll pick out key questions from your asks and give fairly brief answers to each one. I'll work my way from the top, down.

Hi Anon(s),

Select answers below:

"Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1?"

I think the results speak for itself. Dynamite and the PET got what is easily the biggest support any BTS release had gotten to date at the time - all of it tailored to mirror how American labels promoted their tracks, *and* the fandom had D2C sales buttressing it as the primary support mechanism. Like, please read that sentence again and think about what it means. Sales are the easiest and most transparent way for the fandom to influence charts, and so was always preferred for ARMY. Even if you weren't in the fandom then, understand it's impossible to overstate how much D2C sales mattered. With that now out of the question, everything we're seeing for Seven for me feels like a given, especially after the Billboard article.

"Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?"

Yes. But not 'less relevant' in a sense, more like differentiated and treated as its own thing, perhaps in a separate chart.

"I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)"

This probably requires its own post but the long-short of it is: just like Ticketmaster, Billboard is only one arm of one of the largest private monopolies in the US entertainment market - PMC, and as such they serve as gatekeepers of sorts. Their interest in BTS (and k-pop by extension) lies primarily in how they can profit off the group/fandom, which so far BigHit and ARMY have created very limited avenues for. BigHit's strategy until now has been to expand BTS's reach without relying on the PMC apparatus, using it only for select releases that are explicitly tailored for it e.g. Seven and PET. While I don't think this strategy will change dramatically, every change from BB is to force more compliance with their apparatus. BTS will continue facing handicaps from PMC so long as BigHit continues limiting how PMC can profit from BTS for each release. (This sentence makes sense in my head but if it's not clear, please let me know.)

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"Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?"

Well, yeah. But ARMYs can't take all the credit. After all, ARMYs are only doing what the Bey Hive and Swifties have been doing for almost a decade with none of the scrutiny. BTS, more than any other group, actually has the absolute numbers in demand and grassroots support to justify it as they're comparable to the afore-mentioned artists, proven by their concert showings not just in the US but worldwide, as far back as 2018. People only started paying attention to ARMYs' movements because BTS didn't look like the sorts of people they expected to see at the top of the charts. Everybody took notice, including a political faction in the US that in recent years has moved more aggressively into the entertainment sphere to influence culture, such as Ben Shapiro's entertainment empire, movies like Sound of Freedom topping box office charts, and conservative country singers pushing Reagan-esque talking points to the top of music charts. So it's basically the result of timing and opportunity.

"So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? ... how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP?"

I've talked about this before I think. You can find my views on it in my Masterlist, and I've linked the post here.

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People sent in more asks on BB but I've since lost interest in this topic and will post my responses when I feel like it, much later, using the same format I've used to answer the asks above. The truth is that while I understand why many people feel like everything that's happened so far with Seven and Jimin is unfair, I think a lot of the discourse is awfully reductive, actually does a disservice to Jimin and BTS, and that there's a much bigger picture here that's more consistent with how BTS has operated for the last 10 years.

This is probably not the best analogy, but one way I think of BTS is like a Swiss army knife, with each member being a separate tool. And that at different points, in various markets, BigHit and BTS are testing various approaches to expand their reach while aiming to maintain the market share they've gotten so far. The group has always had projects they release that have more artistic merit and cache, versus projects made by all appearances to be purely for commercial purposes to expand the reach of the group. For example, consider how BigHit promoted Butter/Permission to Dance, compared to the BE album, or how Seven was created and promoted relative to Indigo. To go back in even further in previous years, I remember how BTS appeared to center Jimin in Blood, Sweat & Tears era to build out his and their presence in Korea, and Taehyung in DNA era where his and BTS's presence in China ballooned in 2017.

While in the solo era some people feel like every accomplishment remains solely with individual members, I feel everything serves only one purpose: to further establish the group. Because by BTS's own words, they all have their individual ambitions, they've always had that and each member is aggressively competitive on that note, but they've each all said that their priority remains the group. Not everybody likes that, not everybody believes them when they say it, but the good thing with BTS is that they plan in multi-year stints and time always reveals what the facts of the matter are. We're only one year into Chapter 2, and while certain parts of the fandom are treating their solo debut albums as the be all and end all, I don't think there's anything to suggest this perspective lines up with the reality of how BTS has behaved for the last 10 years. I could be wrong, but either way we're just going to have to wait and see. In the meantime, I believe there's significant artistic merit in what the guys are putting out in Chapter 2, that I hope isn't lost in the noise. The fandom should do a better job of bringing the attention back to this, rather than a tunnel-vision on performance metrics that only tell half of the story.