#oh sooooooooooo true

[peachiejeongin]

Hi!

Can you please make a fic about yang jeongin. Let’s say he has a tongue piercing and teases the HELL out of to y/n, like he makes y/n EXTREMELY flustered/excited and just pure torture. It’s pretty steamy like dom-ish, foreplay etc. let’s just say y/n is SPENT after all that teasing from him.

Please add your own ideas/thoughts it makes it more thrilling and exciting and also please make it really SPICY!?!? 🥵

Ps (tbh I’ve been craving this fic for sooooooooooo long!! Please make it come true!!!! Thanks a bunch 🙏🏽🥺😩🫶🏽🩷🤭)

Tongue Tied | Jeongin

Synopsis: You cannot stop thinking about your friend's new accessory, for lack of a better term. Particularly, how it feels in one certain aspect...

Pairing: dom!Jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Recommended), friends to lovers, teasing, marking, biting, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, etc), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (please stay safe, darlings!!!)

Notice: Oh. My. Gosh. Darling!!! This request may just be my favorite I have ever received, and it was a BLAST to write! I hope I made your dreams come true! Enjoy the fiction, my darling!

Smut under the cut!

You were not exactly sure how you had ended up in this situation—laying on Jeongin's couch, a film half-forgotten playing in the background, and his lips locked on yours.

Ironically, the night had started innocently enough; it was a casual movie night for just the two of you, with snacks scattered between you. It was all smiles at first, the two of you making dumb jokes and either cackling until your stomachs ached or throwing popcorn at the other in response.

Somewhere in between the opening credits and the first act, however, the air had shifted.

Now, Jeongin was lounging far too closely, his hoodie sleeves pushed up and his long fingers resting just beside your thigh—close enough to brush against it every time he shifted. You tried to focus on the screen, yet his presence was magnetic. When he teasingly leaned over your lap to grab more popcorn, he lingered for a while, causing you to shift in your seat; his lips quirked into a knowing smile.

"You're staring," he teased, his voice soft but smug.

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. "Am not." He chuckled, leaning back.

"Sure you're not," his voiced was laced with playful skepticism. Then, he did it—the move that had been driving you insane all night: he darted his tongue out, the silver glint of his piercing catching the light as he toyed with his lip. You swallowed hard, your gaze flicking to the piercing before tearing away.

You had been fixated on Jeongin's tongue piercing since the moment he got it. He had casually strutted into a hangout session one night, casually flicking the jewelry against his teeth like it was the most normal thing in the world. You had tried to keep your mind off of it, but it was impossible. Something about the way it glinted when he spoke, paired with his already devastatingly teasing nature, had set your imagination on fire. Your mind had began to conjure up the dirtiest, thigh-rubbing scenarios imaginable; you knew it was downright unholy to think about your friend like this, but you could not help it.

He had noticed, of course—he had always noticed. Once he realized the effect it had on you, he never let you live it down. Hence, how you found yourself here, your body heating up with every movement of the boy.

"Caught you," he murmured, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave. "I knew you liked my piercing."

"What?" you stammered, trying to sound unaffected. "No, I mean, it's just..." Jeongin tilted his head, feigning innocence, but his eyes sparked with mischief.

"It's just what, y/n? Use your words." You did not give a response, feeling a meek lump caught in your throat from his behavior.

He did not let up after that. You could only describe the next twenty minutes as pure torture. Every time you thought you had escaped his teasing, he found a way to pull you back to him; whether it was brushing his fingers over yours as he passed you the popcorn or leaning in to whisper something absurdly unnecessary about the movie's plot, his every action sent your pulse racing.

"Jeongin, just what are you trying to do here?" You crossed your arms, finally calling the devious boy out. His response made your stomach flip:

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, his tone mockingly pure, accompanied by a slow, deliberate smile. "You're the one getting all flustered, not me."

"Sure." You attempted to scoot away from Jeongin, your body already overstimulated from its continuously rising emotion; you had hoped moving away from Jeongin would cause him to bore, but instead, he persisted.

He shifted closer to you, his thigh brushing up against yours. You could feel his warmth through your clothes, his presence gradually overwhelming you. His hand made its way to ghost over yours, his touch light yet deliberate.

"You're so tense," he murmured, his voice a low drawl. "Do you need my help?"

You froze, your breath catching as his fingers trailed up your arm, barely touching you but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Jeongin..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his lips quirking into that maddening smirk. "Something wrong?"

When you did not respond, he leaned in closer. You could feel his breath against your neck, his lips brushing just shy of your skin.

"Relax, y/n," he whispered. "You're so easy to tease. It's cute."

You tried to push him away, still feeling the guilt of enacting such unholy behaviors with your friend; however, your attempt was half-hearted at best. He chuckled, grabbing your wrist effortlessly.

"Don't push me away, darling," he commanded, his tone playful yet firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

Upon him saying that, he swiftly pinned you against the couch, his hands bracketing your sides as he hovered above you. His expression was both smug and something darker, his eyes locked on yours.

"You've been staring at my tongue all night," he stated bluntly, his lips quirking into a grin when you gaped at him. "Don't think I didn't notice.

"I wasn't—"

"No, no," he confidently teased. "You most certainly were. What's that little mind of yours thinking about?" Your heart skipped a beat as he dragged the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, the metallic coating of his piercing glinting.

"Tell me what you want to know," he commanded while slowly trailing his thumb over your jawline, tilting your chin up just slightly.

"I," you stammered, the words stuck in your esophagus. You deeply exhaled before confessing: "I wanna know how it feels." Jeongin smirked, pride prominent as he relished in how he was making you feel.

"You're so easy to corrupt," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Don't you think?" Before you could answer, Jeongin leaned down, his lips brushing against yours; the teasing was too much to bear. You were absolutely spent by that point, and thus, you pulled Jeongin flush against your lips.

The kiss was slow at first, his lips soft against yours as the both of you took your time. Then, you felt the cool press of his piercing as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over yours. The sensation sent a shiver through your entire body; you were unable to prevent the small whine that escaped, causing Jeongin to chuckle against your lips.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. You could not answer, not with the way he was already pulling you closer, his hands sliding to your waist. One of his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers splaying over your bare skin. The touch was possessive, grounding, but his lips never left yours; he was kissing you as if he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

"Hey," you whispered when he finally pulled back for a moment, your chest heaving.

"Yeah?" he questioned, his tone laced with faux innocence. "What's wrong? Too much for you?"

You glared at him, weakly at best; he tilted your chin up once more, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"I can stop," he told you, his lips kissing down your jawline to your neck. He paused there, biting down gently, just enough to make a mark and cause you to arch into him. "Unless you want more."

Your breath hitched, and you could barely muster the courage to respond, yet you were able to utter out: "Don't stop."

That was Jeongin's breaking point.

Within a flash, Jeongin had you trapped beneath him on the couch, his hoodie discarded somewhere on the floor. His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, worshipping, as his lips and tongue worked to mark every inch of your skin. His lips sucked shades of red and purple into your neck, collarbones, and jawline, eliciting sincere noises from your end.

"You're so sensitive," he mumbled, his manner heavy with amusement and lust. "I've barely touched you and look at you already." He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, chuckling at how blown your eyes already appeared.

You wanted to retort, but all that came out was a shaky moan as he nipped at your collarbone, his tongue soothing the sting. His fingers managed to slide lower, teasing your waist slightly.

"Tell me what you want, y/n," he asked of you, his tone mixing between demand and tease.

"You," you breathed out, unable to keep the desperation out of your voice. Jeongin's grin widened, his hand dipping lower.

"Good girl." The cool of his piercing against your skin was the last coherent thought you had as he continued to tease and take his time with you. Each touch, each kiss, each flick of his tongue left you trembling beneath him; you were completely at his mercy. You stifled a moan as Jeongin continued to make use of the jewelry against your skin, the added pressure overstimulating you.

"Don't hold back," he whispered against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear every sound you make."

With his lips grazing downwards, you completely let go, releasing a string of gasps, whines, and moans at Jeongin's actions. He chuckled at every reaction, the sound low and complacent, as if he was thoroughly enjoying his effect upon you.

Which he was.

"Stay still for me," he commanded, his fingers hooking under the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stopped just before he took it off completely, his eyes locked on yours. "This okay?"

You nodded in desperation, biting your lip.

His smirk widened as he slide the fabric over your head and tossed it aside. His gaze swept over you, dark but appreciative; the intensity of it made your skin heat up farther. His eyes fixated on your chest as one hand moved to cup your breast.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your nipple before his lips followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your breasts, occasionally intensifying to suck at the supple skin. He splayed and flicked his tongue against your nipples, his piercing making the sensation even more sensual. You squirmed under his touch, the anticipation building up with every second; you could feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

"Innie, please."

"Hm?" he glanced up at you, his tongue peeking out over his bottom lip; the piercing made itself visible once more and caused your brain to further go numb. "What is it, Sweetheart?"

You let out a frustrated whimper, leaning into his touch.

"Stop teasing."

"Oh, but it's the best part," he responded with a grin. His fingers inched their way down to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down delicately and watching your every reaction as he did so. You were left in nothing but your underwear, making his grin turn wicked.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" he inquired, his gaze fixated on the wet patch of your underwear. His hands trailed up your thighs, his thumbs rubbing over the sensitive skin that was just shy of where you needed him most.

You opened your mouth to deny his question, but the words caught in your throat as he dipped down, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh.

"Don't lie to me," he commanded softly, his voice a low purr. "I can see it. You've been dying to have me like this."

His tongue darted out before you could formulate a reply, the chill of the piercing against your burning skin sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He kissed his way up, his mouth hovering above where you needed him, but he did not move further. Not yet.

"I need you," you whimpered, your hands gripping the couch cushions as your patience wore thin. Jeongin laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your legs.

"Say please," he directed you in one last teasing measure.

"Please," you breathed, your voice shaky with need.

"Good baby," Jeongin cooed. He gently pulled down your underwear, and he finally pressed his mouth against you, his tongue first working on your clit with slow, accurate precision. The added sensation of his piercing added a new feeling that made you moan instinctually, your hips bucking harshly into Jeongin's face; the small, metallic ball added additional pressure with every suck, lick, and kiss, bringing you more pleasure than you had ever felt.

Jeongin's hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he licked through your folds, albeit torturously slow; he was determined to unravel you, taking his time to explore every reaction, every sound you made.

"You taste so good" he groaned, against you, his pace picking up slightly; his voice was rough with desire. "I could do this all night." Without warning, his tongue began playing at your entrance, slowly dipping in and curling upwards. His piercing slightly snagged at your walls, causing you to unintentionally clench around him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged lightly as the tension built higher and higher, your body trembling beneath him. Before you knew it, you felt a knot tightening within your stomach, much swifter than you had ever; perhaps it was the added intensity from his piercing or the prior foreplay that had riled you up beyond belief. Whatever it was, you were coming undone faster than you could comprehend.

"Jeongin, I'm..." You could not finish the sentence, the words dissolving into a cry as one last languid dip pushed you over the edge, his pierced tongue working together to pull every last bit of pleasure from you and the gem's pressure aiding in riding out your high.

He did not stop until you were completely spent, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath from the intensity of the orgasm. When he finally pulled away from you, his lips were glistening and his grin was pure satisfaction.

"You look so pretty like this," he told you, leaning up to kiss you and letting you taste yourself on his lips.

He did not give you time to breathe before his hands were everywhere once more, eventually settling on your waist as he hovered above you.

"Still with me?" he quieried against your lips softly, yet laced with anticipation. You nodded, though your body was still shaking from the first round of his attention.

"Yes," you managed to whisper through shaky heaves.

"Good," he replied, his lips curving into a smirk. "Because I'm not even close to being finished." His lips found yours again, but in a different manner this time; his kiss was less teasing and more consuming, his tongue shoved deep within your mouth as the chilled flick of his piercing sent sparks down your spine. It was not just a kiss, you thought; it was a promise of everything he was about to do to you.

"You're perfect," he uttered, almost to himself as his hands traced the curve of your waist, back down to your thighs. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? Do you know how long I've noticed you've been staring at my tongue, knowing you wanted the same thing?"

His confession sent a shiver through you; you had a pretty good idea as to what he meant, since you could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours and the hardness against your thigh. There was no doubt about how much this boy wanted you.

Yet, instead of answering his rhetorical question, you ran your hands over his bare chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his toned muscles. He groaned softly at your touch, his hips pressing into yours as his self-control began to waiver.

"We're friends, Jeongin," you finally admitted. "Should we really be doing this?"

"Friends don't do this, y/n," he giggled as he responded. "Besides, don't you think it's a little late to be asking that?" You chuckled slightly at his response, leaning into press another kiss to his lips; this one was softer, full of feeling.

"You don't know what you do to me," he mumbled, your confidence igniting under his praise. He lowered himself back down, brushing softly against your shoulder before he shifted his attention lower, his lips and jewel-adorned tongue leaving a trail of heat down your body. When he reached your thighs, he paused, his hands spreading your legs as he looked up at you.

"Think you're ready?" he questioned teasingly as he reached for the waistband of his sweats. You could not find the words to respond, but the way your eyes locked onto him, full of need and anticipation, was all the answer he needed.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them as well as his boxers down in one swift movement. Your imagination had not done you justice when it came to his size; he was perfect, not too long but not short either and just the right amount of thickness.

He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he positioned himself, his hand cupping your cheek as he whispered, "I'll be gentle. promise." You nodded desperately as he pushed himself in without a hurry, allowing you to adjust as your body stretched to accomodate him. The both of you moaned deeply, Jeongin's lips brushing against yours as he praised you.

"So good," he groaned as he began to move; each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your entire body. He set a slow sensual pace at first, savoring the way you gasped and moaned beneath him; at certain moments, his tongue dipped out, causing you to fixate on his piercing once again, the sight of the surprisingly arousing piece of jewelry causing your senses to heighten. You clenched around his length each time, causing Jeongin to instantly catch onto the situation, once again beginning his relentless teasing.

"All of this over my piercing," he cheekily remarked as his rhythm built. "I can't believe I have you ruined over a tongue piercing." His degredation had a slight fondness to it; nevertheless, your brain was haywire. You comprehended what he was saying but did not have to capacity to formulate a response.

Jeongin's movements became more urgent as he lost himself in you, whispering your name like a sacred mantra and his lips and hands never leaving your body as his high crept up on him. You felt your respective orgasm begin to approach as well, your head tilting back from the overwhelming amounts of pressure you were feeling.

"Look at me," he commanded with a bit of adoration. "I want to see you." He gently grasped your cheeks tilting your head down to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent your spiraling; to top it off, he flicked his tongue out once more, toying with the metal ball in between his teeth.

That was the end for you.

Your hips bucked into his sloppily as the tension inside of you reached its peak, your second orgasm crashing over you like a floodwave, more intense than the first.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. "Good job, sweetheart. Let go for me."

Just moments later, Jeongin followed, your name tumbling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, the force of his orgasm causing his legs to shake; white streams of cum coated your insides as the both of you came down from the high.

For a moment, the only audible sound was your combined heavy breathing. Jeongin slowly pulled out of you, rolling to the side and pulling you into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You alright?" he asked, his tone adorned with concern.

"More than okay," you nodded, resting your head against his chest as you tried to catch your breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Jeongin chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

"I guess you really liked my piercing," he chuckled teasingly, causing you to laugh softly.

"Can you blame me?" you inquired. "It makes you look hot."

"Oh, you think I'm hot?" Jeongin amped up his teasing once more, daring to slightly hover over you from the side once more, making you roll your eyes in response.

"Don't start," you murmured, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

"Why not? I don't think I'm done spoiling you yet," he replied with one last daring dart of his tongue out to lick his lips.

It was going to be a long night.

[love-belle]

you got me thinking nonsense !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which heartbreak led to her real love and she'd be damned if she didn't make sure everyone knows that.

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social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - light as a feather ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - posting this i simply couldn't resist!!! i'll try my HARDEST to post carlos' version of shout out to my ex tonight but if not then tomorrow fs <3 thank u so much for reading, i love u <3

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paddock.club y/n y/l/n and charles leclerc spark dating rumours as they were seen out on a "date", which were further confirmed as the couple shared a kiss. for weeks, y/l/n and leclerc have been having coy and not-so-platonic interactions on social media and fans have speculated that these two are more just friends. this news comes after y/n's break up with a fellow driver of charles and while neither y/n or her ex have commented on this, it's clear that they didn't have a clean break up as there were rumours of cheating surrounding the ex. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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charles_leclerc she wrote a song for me and while it wasn't the most romantic one, the sentiment is still appreciated. y/n, i adore you completely, even if you spend more time with my mom than you do with me. mon cœur ❤️ ( my heart )

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[ropebunnykant]

I just need to brag for a second and, as a fellow connoisseur of the Dramatic Stylings of Mr Kanaphan, I thought you'd get it - I've been watching reactions to ep 5 and nobody clocks that the phone call is fake until they actually see Kant outside the assassin's lair (well, a couple started wondering after Fadel's line about him finally being trustworthy followed by Style looking shifty!). But I knew before he even answered the call, all thanks to yet another tiny but fantastic moment of First Face Acting: there's a split second before he picks up where you see him look up from the phone with a sort of 'oh fuck' expression, which would make sense if it was someone like the Captain calling, but then by the time he answers he's back to normal, and it's (theoretically) Babe, so why would he have made that expression upon seeing his beloved younger bro calling? Unless it's not so much an 'oh fuck' but a 'fuck, here we go', cos the game is now on. And then that's just compounded by the exaggerated 'Huh??' he lets out, because no way that's First acting shocked - it's so OTT! That is First acting Kant acting shocked, and we all know by now that Kant is no First. And just the entire conversation after he hangs up - it's so fake! It's so Kant! The whole 'oh I couldn't possibly spoil your fun. No, I will go alone like the long-suffering martyr that I am' - said the lying liar who lies! (even if the long-suffering martyr thing actually is true - ooo yet another example of him only being able to pull off lies based in truths! Plus I would kinda love it if Kant deliberately used the younger bro in peril sob story to tug at Fadel's heartstrings, even though I think it was prob just a convenient excuse - two birds with one stone though I guess!). Sorry, this got away from me! Point is: First is amazing and he's doing SO MUCH with this role, bringing SO MUCH nuance to the table - the least we viewers can do is try and pick up what he's putting down instead of...well, let's just say I agree wholeheartedly with your impulse to take Kant away from an undeserving audience!

And PLEASE do a deep dive into the Fadel=Kant thing because yes! I was just thinking bout all the Fadel meta re. why he folded so fast and so thoroughly - years of repression etc. - and how that will most likely apply to Kant too: once he gives up the 'I'm an unfeeling mission-oriented' ghost, and resigns himself to the fact he's in love, he's gonna be sooooooooooo gone! He's gonna be the most unbearably sappy lovesick romantic loser in the whole show! And for the exact same reason - because he's spent so long denying himself. They are the same person! It's just the wrapping that's different - Kant's all glitzy gold foil with velvety ribbon flourishes while Fadel is recycled black Kraft paper, but once you tear it all off you get the same present underneath: a protective, self-sacrificing orphaned older brother trapped in a toxic and coercive dynamic with an authority figure, armed with an array of failing defense mechanisms (e.g. Fadel's coldness, Kant's dishonesty), and undone by a penchant for unhinged chaos gremlins. I hope they're reluctant bffs by the end of the show!

oh yes yes yes on the call front i was so shocked people were genuinely believing that cause i literally said in my liveblog i clocked he was lying from the exaggerated “huh??” - the points about his face right before the call too is great, like first is doing SUCH an incredible job showcasing when kant is being genuine vs when he’s lying through his teeth. and it’s like okay, i get not everyone is good at picking up on nuances and microexpressions and what not but with kant it’s not even about the small things because again he’s a BAD LIAR! first makes it so so obvious for us what kant is feeling at any given moment because it’s obviously written on his face even when he’s trying to lie. that’s why his lies that aren’t really lies work the best, because there is truth to it!

god genuinely kant is such a FASCINATING character and first is doing such an incredible job portraying him in all his nuances. and i absolutely do plan to do a deep dive into all the ways fadel and kant are exactly the same especially cause it’s crazy how different the audience reaction is to them both when again, they’re very, VERY similar characters. your description of them is honestly perfect because while their packaging may be different, it’s all the same underneath. and like bison already has kant completely wrapped around his finger, style even pointed it out, so it’s gonna be beautiful to see when he can truly allow himself to feel everything for bison :)

[skuntank]

I know you’ve talked about other characters who act and their relationships with Diantha. Do you have any headcanons for Diantha’s potential relationships with any other characters in the entertainment/art world that aren’t actors? Characters like Elesa, Nessa, Roxie, etc. (These are just examples you don’t have to share thoughts for these specific characters if you don’t have any.)

Firstly, I am so so so sorry for making you wait so damn long. Thank you VERY much for the ask, and additionally thank you VERY much for your patience.

I'll go through a few that I can think of. Im gonna skip the ones ive already spoken about to some extent in the past, such as Brycen, Viola and Alexa, and Malva. everything going under the cut bc it got Long

Fantina: I would love to see this interaction. Fantina would be SUCH a big fan. again, i see this being some diva worship on fantina's part. diantha is used to it and is courteous, and fantina is overjoyed that diantha can handle her enthusiasm and eccentricity and not get overwhelmed. there is so much they can bond over. dancing. contest performance. queerness. their respective ghost types. nevertheless, i dont see diantha really going much deeper than "interacting with a fan." she does however immediately clock that that french accent is fake and. its like nails on a chalkboard to her. fantina artfully sidesteps any questions about her true origins.

Argenta: argenta is a fashion designer right. i dont really see them having interacted much in person. i wonder if frontier brains would go to league conferences despite not being formally a part of a league. i do think perhaps diantha would have commissioned her on one or two occasions. and there are some stellar photoshoots shes done showcasing some of argenta's work. i havent mulled argenta around in my head enough to have a feel for her character so im not sure how they would interact.

Elesa: i can see them getting along great. in my head, i have this entirely self indulgent scenario that i enjoy where i feel that elesa, diantha, marley, and cheryl would get along SO well and tbh i just want them to all have a fun lil Girls Night together. apart from me being entirely biased about each of these characters, i just think theyd all vibe together really well. ghhh tbh i wanna expand more on these four characters spending time togehter at some point. again, elesa probably is a big fan of diantha's and sees her as a role model, and i can see a hypothetical situation where diantha would be able to tell elesa in person that she finds elesa to be extremely inspiring and LOVES the way she sparkles (why tf are both of these characters so weird about shining and sparkling. whatever. gay shit) and i think that would take elesa right the fuck out.

Roxie: twerp. diantha tries to exercise patience bc they are technically coworkers and also roxie is beloved by a couple of people that diantha cares very much for. but roxie pushes her buttons. in fact, roxie jabs at her buttons. roxie is irritating as all hell. i think i mentioned it once before that i think roxie would push diantha to a breaking point and diantha would snap at her. roxie would get to learn first hand just how scathing diantha can be, i think. roxie's music isnt diantha's first choice to listen to but i think she would recognize skill for what it is.

Burgh: let me be biased. this is so self indulgent for me. they would get along sooooooooooo well. so so so well. they would never get to see each other but they would be the kind of people where when they do get to see each other like at conferences and stuff, they immediately make plans for lunch and yuck it up together like they get to see each other all the time. oh id love to expand on this more sometime. this makes my heart so happy.

Shauntal: diantha has probably read some of shauntal's stuff and not even realized it was her's. shauntal probably thinks diantha is intimidating to some degree, id think. very nice, but intimidating. loves diantha's gourgeist probably

Siebold: ok, maybe this feels like a bit of a shoehorn, but for whatever reason i see siebold being like. an anthony bourdaine-adjascent celebrity chef. i dont super see him being terribly fixated with being on camera, but enjoying traveling all over to enjoy what other places have to offer and trying to educate and expand people's understanding of food from around the world and also being very outspoken on his thoughts on humanity in general. he and diantha vibe so well. im definitely ganking this from fics ive read but they may as well be besties.

im gonna have to cut it here bc my brain has reached its limit for now, im so sorry, but there are other characters i want to talk about too and i will make a separate post for them later

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Cobs is obviously a terrible person and I hate him (As a character.but as you can probably tell I love his writing…ouu) But I think people aren’t really seeing the bigger picture.He’s a lot more than just some evil guy who is evil for the sake of being evil 

Well like yeah he’s absolutely awful but nobody really goes in depth about just how sad and hopeless cobs is. 

Cobs’ job is literally all he really has.He doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents, He doesn’t have any friends, no people he cares about, so all he can do (or at least all he thinks he can do) is dig himself deeper into a hole as he becomes more corrupt and powerful and just. more unforgivable.And that’s really sad.It really bums me out when a character is unforgivable because I know that it didn’t always have to be that way. 

Yeah to add onto that, just the thought of being deemed irreedeemable is absolutely horrifying because you literally cannot ever come back from that. 

Maybe cobs knows that he’s gone to far but recognizes that he can’t really ever be forgiven so he just doesn’t even bother.Or maybe he jus doesn’t care 

I wonder at what point in time would cobs have been able to actually better himself. Where he could even have been considered a good guy. A time where he could have been actually able to change and grow as a person and fix his mistakes. A time where he was just a corn that’s passionate about tech who had good intentions and wanted to be the guy to make these amazing advances in technology. That time was probably before he created mephone3gs because of everything that happened with the shimmers 

Since his job is all Cobs has, the thought of losing it must be horrifying to him because then he will have left nothing to do but face the consequences of everything he’s done and recognise just how terrible he is. And he doesn’t wanna do that. Kinda similar to how Mephone tends to hide his true feelings behind the reality show; so once everything was gone he began to finially kind of reflect on everything and start to really wallow in his guilt and misery. (Though mephone isn’t nearly as bad as cobs because he’s at least redeemable!!!) So when cobs started to be all scary and lash out at mephone after warning the shimmers I think there was also a lot of fear behind that anger.He’s sooooooooooo becoming desperate because he CANNOT lose the one thing (his job) that makes him feel like he’s still holding onto his sanity.his morality

Cobs is one million percent repressing every single emotion that could ever make him feel vulnerable. But those feelings of guilt and maybe even feeelings of longing for a sense of comfort or desire for things to turn out better would rise to the top once the company begins to flop. (Doubt he’d make an effort to change though)And as we see in the show, Meeple as a company was kind of falling off anyways!!!!!!And he didn’t like that!!!!!like dude nobody wants your products anymore!!!!!!!!!!!My guy even tried to yoink mephone’s show jus becsuse he thought it would help the business. EUGGHHHGHHH he was really becoming desprate 

Idk man I just think he’s sad 🙁 Typing this up in my notes app really late at night sso it may not make sense idk.proofread it like 3 times though so hopinv it’s an okay analysis 💔honk shoo mimimimimimi

Cobs makes me so sad though and I really wish people would think about his character a little deeper because he’s more than just some evol guy who just doesn’t gaf about anyone. (SAD evil guy who doesn’t wanna gaf) 

I really like to think about what makes bad people, well, bad people. Cobs makes me ponder a lot.Makes me have thoughts that i think about thinkingly

For the record NONE of this is AT ALL an excuse for what he’s done .Cobs SUCKS and i’m so glad he didn’t get a redemption arc because that would have been BORING and he doesn’t deserve it.Make that man evil and tragic forever ‼️‼️oh wait nvm he’s dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!(I yelled hip hip hooray when he exploded i hate that guy)

-Dreamer anon 

^ I have sent like a million katrillion messages on tbis blog so maybe i give myself a name

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[icy-watch]

^^^^ me with Geo

So so so so so sooooooooooo

You've met GEO

My reasoning for loving him so much stems from Season 2 Part 1 so I can't fully explain

BUT

I can tell you some things that they show doesn't tell (I think):

Geo says that he's a Munch with the color of a Geckle but it's not true; he's half and half

If you didn't notice but only his left ear was pierced; a sign in the Gay community to other gays that you are gay back when being public about it was frowned upon

The man who wrote the episode "Land of Lost Things" and created Geo (I think he made the character) is gay himself! So in a way, Geo is a self-insert character

I am Aromantic. I just don't feel the need or want to have a romantic relationship. And that seems to have stepped over into the media I watch. I don't ship. I'm slightly romantic repulsed. I don't actively hate it, I just don't like it. I'm fine with canon ships like Jaya or Lumity (from Owl House (plz watch it)).

But something about Geo and Cole. Something about how they interact in Season 2 that just.........AUGHAUGHGHHAHG!!!!!!! It awoken something in me. I feel warm inside!!!! I found myself grinning ear to ear.

It could just be the fantastic writing, but it's so much more. The ship for Geo and Cole is called LostShipping and/or Geode. The fanbase kind of goes back and forth. I don't mind either.

I'm still aro, and I still cringe inside at most romance. But Geode is the one exception and the whole #savemyboycole thing is really dumb

Oh look, I did explain it all without spoiling lol

And yeah......there are ppl who are NOT happy about Geo and Cole. They're not even actually together yet some ppl on Twitter are pissy. They HAAAAATE Geo! It's stupid. First off, it's a lego. Second, it's a kids show. Calm down. It's not that bad/important. Some ppl see Cole as Gay (me) and others see him as straight. Both are fine. Both are cool. He's still the same guy.

Oh, and there's no minifig for Geo. I think it's bc of his hair. They don't have like a set piece of it or something.....eh....just make a plushie of him (and of Cole plzzzzzzzzzz) I'd buy 500 if they did honestly

And now that you've met him.....I am safe to change my pfp to GEO!!!!!!!! (I also LOVE his outfit so much!!!! I want it)

(I almost put in a pic of him in Season 2 and was like "Oops....back it up! Can't use that!")

Geo! A blorbo! He's such a bean!

I noticed something right off the bat with him looking like a Munce and a Geckle, so when he mentioned it, it kind of confirmed what I'd thought.

I totally remember the gay ear piercing thing! My cousin and uncle were double and triple checking when they got their ears pierced that they didn't get the wrong ear. And that was in the early 2000s. It's amazing what's changed in 20 years. (Note: this is not the cousin who got married in Malaysia last year. This is his older brother, the extreme goth who hosts the Halloween Birthday Party every year. The 1 where my sister pumped me up to do this.)

Oh! I love that little bit of trivia!

*gives you a virtual hug* I will always love my aro friendlies.

It's extremely rare to see a queer couple that is Comfortable and just Exists. With Geo and Cole, it feels natural and unforced. And I'm very glad for that. It's probably why shipping them feels... nice.

Idk, I'm rambling.

I'm guessing the #savemyboycole thing is connected to chriscreator0 somehow?

A characters sexuality or gender doesn't change who they are as a person, and I wish people who criticize media for including queer characters were more willing to understand that. Just bc something about them is revealed doesn't mean they still aren't the character that they liked.

Justice for Geo! We deserve an official minifig or plush of our pretty guy! I will shake my fist at LEGO until something is done for him.

[campbyler]

i theoretically have so many deranged and wonderful things to say about 9.1 but i will try to be Concise and Normal:

1. i have synesthesia and ohhh boy did my weird little brain go nuts over another thea wiseatom chapter. picture the strawberry and cheese scene in ratatouille except instead of strawberry and cheese it’s the most delectable and exquisite ice cream.

2. knowing (and remembering !!) the Little Things about someone has got to be one of the best ways of expressing love to exist. i was physically giggling and kicking my feet over how sweet and thoughtful they are with each other.

3. i feel like i’m right there in the trenches with will my goodness. every little fluctuation of mike’s behavior or the vibe/emotions between them had my pacing the floor and tearing my hair out. i know we’ve established that neither of them are the most reliable of narrators but when it comes to will’s internal monologue, perception of events, etc. oh boy do i fall for it.

there are so many aspects of their relationship to tackle in this universe and i’m sure this goes without saying but the emotional “world-building” seems just as vast as the physical/geographical. this is an absolute behemoth of a fic and i don’t just mean because of its word count. will never not be grateful for the work that all of you have put in for this and for sharing it with us.

that was neither Concise nor was it Normal but i hope the rest of this year and the start of the next treats you well, can’t wait for 9.2 :)

ohhh i will also try to be so concise and normal and respond on each point even though this ask made me feel anything but Concise and Normal:

i am printing out this point and taping it to my wall. that is possibly theee biggest compliment i have ever received (i have never seen ratatouille all the way through -- i fell asleep watching it for the first time a few weeks ago bc i was so eepy and sleepy, but this made me inspired to finish the rest)

that's so real and also true. it's funny, because when i originally wrote the dialogue out, i forgot to include that bit about the callback to follow the sparks -- and then suni watched me write it in and was giggling and twirling her hair at the reference to her fic lol. but i agree that it is SOOOOO. SOOOOOOOOOOO. yeag .

i'm so glad that will being very analytical of mike's every move came across well because i was worried his behavior would read erratic and unrealistic. sending you and will both well wishes of getting out of the trenches soon <3

also printing out this last part and framing it even because THANK YOOOOOU SOOOO MUCHHHHHH. i think we are finally in the part of the fic where it really feels like everything is paying off, and i am beyond ecstatic that we are not the only ones who feel that way. thank you for your almost concise and normal comment!! feel free to make them unhinged in the future!! hope you had a happy holidays and that chapter 9.2 doesn't disappoint 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[simpjaes]

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

I just read your hyper-sexual fic for jake and lemme tell you that was THE BEST FUCKING FIC I HAVE READ EVERERR

I JUST LOVE YOUR BRAIN SOO MUCHHH

Omg now I need more of free use with jake where he’s desperate even if it’s just headcons and not a whole ass fic

(Also do u know how similar it was to my imagination in my head where jake and y/n are idols, y/n is his senior, not that much older like 3 years only (noona kink go brrrrr) and recently went thru a bad break up and asks jake for friends with benefits which just includes free use sex and y/n giving him the concent to do anything and everything he has ever wanted that is free use ik😭. It’s like dreams come true for jake cuz he has always had a little crush on y/n and her just basically let him do anything to her body has him desperately and pathetically fuck her senseless into oblivion. Part of the reason why y/n chose jake for free use is just how desperate and pathetic he is for her and it just turns her on soo much)

(but it was just all in my head sooo thank you for writing this amazing fic🤍🤍🤍it was all I have ever wanted from a jake fic)

!!!!!!!! im really glad you liked it :D i rly wasn't expecting such great feedback on that fic and i'm forever grateful to you guys who read it and love it enough to tell me how it made u feel!!!

as for writing like maybe a lil headcannon or drabble of the freeuse after that fic takes place...i'm considering it. we shall see, we shall see.

your imagination sounds fun btw. while I don't typically enjoy writing idol aus, there are a few exceptions. i think im more just into the free use concept with jake, especially when he's so desperate all he can think about is fucking and he never gets to just let it go and do what he needs to satisfy himself. love me a feral man, one who will fuck someone to the point they probably could consider their sex life satisfied forever after one session with jake ;o; i want him to be sooooooooooo overwhelming and soooo goood at it by accident.

anyway! im happy to have written the fic that has given you what you wanted or needed. I hope i can keep doing that fr :D

[lorillee]

ok yakuza 4 thoughts time............ as always it's gonna be egregiously unorganized and mostly sorted by things i remember first

ok well for starters the ost was reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy good this game. Like not to say it was bad for the others but some of the tracks really stood out really quite enjoyed. if im honest

the plot i think was a lot more tightly woven this time which i really really liked - like because youd think with four different protagonists the level of convolution and largely pointless rug pulling ive grown accustomed to at this point would worsen but in actuality it. seriously improved. Like a whole lot

like at this point im convinced the biggest struggle with past few plots is that the writers are given a length for the storyline they need to meet but the actual plot does not have the bandwidth to sustain a story that long, so they stretch it out by introducing a whole lot of loose strands and "omg THIS was the mastermind behind it all.... no actually it was THAT GUY............ But Wait: There's More" types of events.

that being said by having to split the plot amongst four different guys they didnt have to stretch things out because . well when youre dealing with four concurrent storylines it stretches out quite naturally on its own

as always there were some things i wish had gotten a little more time to get fleshed out - daigos entire situation definitely couldve benefited from some more screentime i think in both clarifying what was going on and fleshing out why he felt the need to take such drastic measures. but daigo usually gets the short end of the stick so its not particularly new but still disappointing. to all the people who want a daigo gaiden. i understand you. i agree even. hope sega gets on that sometime

well we'll just go about this in a somewhat orderly fashion i guess. first off we're gonna talk about tanimura Mostly because i dont have that much to say on him

hes like. Ok i guess. one thing that pissed me off kind of was how everybody was like omg....... Hes like the one true honest cop............................. <- When like the first thing we learn about him is that he runs around exploiting criminals for money so that he wont report them. And also beating people up who tell on him to his boss. like i guess in comparison to the crap everybody else in this department is pulling its pretty small potatoes but like also Well i wouldnt go as far as to say hes a particualrly upstanding member of society

but whatever. his plot was pretty solid though i dont really have many complaints. the buildup slotted nicely into everybody else's ongoing storylines, his final boss made sense for his character arc and was someone he had a tangible and relevant connection to, both in-story and like narratively speaking

i dont hate him as much as i did when he was first introduced but id be fine if we never saw him again. That being said i know we do but like again im not particularly disappointed by that fact. currently my opinion on him is Deeply Neutral.

sooooooooooo lets talk about some guy who my opinion on is NOT Deeply Neutral!

its kind of insanely funny they dont even attempt to explain where akiyama gets his money from after the initial millennium tower explosion incident and im deeply obsessed with it. i hope they never change this.

akiyama is like. an egregiously fun character i actually quite like him. honestly i think in another universe where majima didnt exist he very well mightve ended up as my favorite character. his relationship with hana is also insanely funny and i really hope we get to see more of them in the next game

that being said his relationship with yasuko is like deeply underdeveloped and does not particularly compel me at all. as is the case with most of these sorts of things they throw the romance in there with the expectation that the audience will just go "Oh theyre in love. Woaw!" <- and then automatically be invested. But like sorry i kindaaaaaaaa dgaf. they will literally never make another majimako honestly if/when i replay y0 after getting thru the rest of the games in this series i very well may end up making a long and detailed post about why i think their relationship works and why the other pairings this series keeps dumping on me do not compel me even in the slightest. But this is a post for a later time.

i do wish they had done more in terms of giving him and arai more of like a reason to fight at the end. like because obviously its important that yasuko plays a siginficant role in his plot because she and saejima and their relationship is a major part of the centerpiece holding this game together so of course you cant cut her relevancy out of akiyama's storyline, but the romance was insanely weak and Okay because this is the issue. maybe this is just a me thing but i frankly wouldve found the relationship to be a lot more compelling if there were no romantic feelings involved.

like in the sense that i feel like their connection is stronger if akiyama doesnt really have anything to get out of it i guess? im trying to figure out how to word this idrk. of course also the romance was so borderline irrelevant its not like cutting it makes a difference time wise i just think it shouldve happened. LOL

anywyas back on track i wish they had done more with arai and akiyama's relationship even if it was just making them more like foils or something. feel like we couldve put a little more effort into that. Or alternatively made his opponent kido because that is a relationship we spent a lot more time developing on screen

aaaaaand of course what would a yakuza game be without kiryu. honestly though he's more incidentally relevant to the plot than a particularly relevant driving factor - his storyline is mostly just used to tie together everybody else's so theres not too much to say

Again this kind of goes back to the daigo issue - i wish they had spent a bit of kiryu's storyline on doing something with that bc i feel like it wouldve made both of them. feel more relevant LOL

like we dont really feel the tojo clan struggling as badly as daigo clearly seems to think it is and i think it kind of does a disservice to making his stake in this feel . well again actually relevant. which again is kind of a shame

i also said it during the liveblog but im actually like still obsessed with haruka literally not caring even the slightest bit about whatever was going on with the file and the millennium tower melodrama because she just wants kiryu to stay away from the tojo because every time he goes back to deal with some issue he literally always almost dies. crazy about it even

okieeeeeeeeeeee Lets Discuss: The Saejimas

i know i already made that joke about it in the liveblog but genuinely insanely funny to make saejima and majima worlds worst hitmen. like jaw droppingly funny You guys are so bad at this. truly brothers in arms

and on a more serious note im actually like. well honestly im crazy person insane about them making YASUKO be the one with an actual on screen bodycount because like. ok we've gone thru these games together and also presumably have watched at least a few of the same things if youre here. They dont like letting women kill and especially not in a setting as male-dominated as the literal yakuza

like because theres the ever present underlying kind of idea that women dont really belong in organized crime because theyre inherently purer or whatever and its like treated as a woman playing around in a man's world which she doesnt really understand and certainly doesnt belong in. like basically whatever was going on with sayama

HOWEVER. to have the reveal that saejima's (whose entire like reputation and legend is founded on the hit) hands are actually clean and YASUKO is the one whos personally offed multiple guys........... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZYYYY?!??!?!!? IM CRAZY ABOUT IT?!?!?!?!?! AND HOW WE GET TO SEE HER PERSONALLY KILL THAT GUY ON SCREEN AFTER SAEJIMA REFUSES...... HELLOOOOOOOOOO!?!!??!?!!!!?!?!? BOOOOOOOOOONKERS. IM OBSESSED . THANK YOU?!??!?!!?! THAAAAAAANK YOUUUUUUU

additionally i love her insane codependent relationship with saejima and it like actively kills me we didnt get to see them interact more on screen. LIKE HELLO??????????????????? sooooooooooooooooooooooo so good. additionally i also insanely appreciate how deeply irrelevant her romance subplot with akiyama was at the end of her story <- I will never forget whatever was going on at the end of kiwami 2.Ever

this all being said lowkey i do wish they had pushed her death to the climax of the story id have to actually sit down and think about how to work that but i feel like it wouldnt be that hard. like i understand why they set it up the way it did but i feel like because she dies before the climax it makes the climax itself feel a little disjointed i guess. i dont know

and you already KNOWWWWWWWWWWW i mean ok if u scrolled through my liveblog even alittle bit u already know saejima and majimas relationship and interactions made me start seeing devils. additionally while i know that he's not a main character in this story and as a result they needed to put him into prison so that he would stay out of the final battle lowkey pisses me off he didnt even get to go to the little mini memorial they had for yasuko. but whatever (kicks rocks

^like i understand why plot-wise this could not have happened. But like well i would have liked . to see it

anwyays i think thats all for now? I dont know maybe ill have something else to say later but in conclusion definitely my favorite yakuza game so far after 0. i i think for me the ranking currently stands y0 <- y5 <- k1 <- y3 <- k2(Not including majima storyline)

^problem with ranking k2 is that i love the majima story so much it makes me want to start attacking people in the streets But also like i cant in good faith rank it on its own. but this is neither here nor there

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

hello! I once heard the opinion that the zutara fandom (the loudest and most toxic part of it, of course, we are not talking about normal people who just enjoy their ship) has features of cultist, sectarian thinking and organization. I haven't thought about it much, but recently a friend of mine who understands quite a lot about cults and sects and to whom I showed the most popular zutara blogs and their meta tags here, tumblr (I didn't push him on this idea, we were just chatting about fandoms) said that according to the type of thinking zutara's fandom has features of a religious cult. this thought seemed interesting to me. what do you think about it?

I'd say it's true, but it does not apply solely to Zutara, or even to the ATLA fandom.

I lost count of how many times I've seen some legit insane news here in Brazil about angry fans of some soccer team violently beating, or straight up murdering, people that were wearing the "wrong" t-shirt after a game.

Harry Potter had the weird thing with the Snape wives, and now has the current cult-like TERF bullshit JK Rowlling encourages on a daily basis.

One of my cousins is VERY into K-pop and told me some WILD shit about some idols literally have to sign contracts that forbid them from dating (or at least publicly dating) anyone because half of the marketing around their persona is "You, regular person, could totally date them!" and faced some ABSURD backlash, including death threats towards them and their partners, when they were revealed to be in a relationship.

Anything, no matter how mundane, can be used by some disturbed people to excuse/encourage awful behavior. It's usually a result of desperate, lonely people needing to find ANYTHING that makes them feel like they belong, are part of a group, of a community, to the point that they shut off from anything else and become obsessed. That kind of thing has always existed, but BOY, has the internet made it sooooooooooo much worse.

I mean, seriously, just look at the things the "extreme" zutara fans do.

Creating whole conspiracies to justify why their was totally canon until some evil authority screwed it over, lying about anything and everything that happened both in canon and in the making of the show, even going as far as creating fake "evidence" of some huge power struggle between Bryke and other writers (mainly Ehasz).

Harrassing, bullying, doxxing and threatening anyone that has a different opinion, and justifying their actions with "Oh, but the people were doing this to ship Kataang/Maiko, which means they're all raging mysogynists, rape apologists, and 100% against interracial relationships."

The constant claims of "Bryke are creepy pedos because they only pushed Kataang because they are attracted to Katara, a cartoon character, and thus are attracted to real-life 14-year-olds! That's even the real reason why Aang is bald! To look like one of them!" that are not only ridiculous but could EASILY lead to a lawsuit, and ignores the fact that Zutara, like any popular ship, has tons of smut of it even though both characters are underage - make it make sense!

And, of course, the classic "This bad behavior people accused some of us of is completely false! I didn't see it, so it didn't happen! Nobody here would do that! Never one of us! Must have been one of them, the evil fans of kataang/maiko/(insert any ship for either Zuko or Katara here)!"

Some of the bad apples in the Zutara fandom are just entitled assholes, but I'm also pretty sure that some of these people legit need to see a mental health professional. There's being passionate about a ship and being upset that it didn't happen, and then there's being downright delusional.

And before anyone tries to pull the ableism card on me: I've been through this shit. Thankfully I've never reached the point of ever harming anyone in any way, but I was a mentally ill child/teenager that just latched onto the media I liked, and it made it my whole life.

I had full on panic attacks because the power went out and I couldn't watch my favorite TV show, and I'd cry for DAYS when something bad happened to my favorite characters. I legit started showing signs of depression because one of my favorite bands had broken up, to the point that my parents were really fucking scared. I got FURIOUS at an annoying classmate in school who talked shit about my favorite singer, to the point that I legit had to get away from them as fast as humanly possible because I was three seconds away from starting a physical fight - again, all because a random kid whose opinion on literally anything else wouldn't have meant a damn thing to me.

That is not being passionate. That is not being a loyal fan. That is a clear sign that something is VERY wrong and that you need some help FAST. See a therapist, deal with whatever it is that is pushing you to act like that, THEN engage in fandom stuff as much as you want. But don't ever make this your whole personality.

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #14 act 6 p5

we are about to enter some crazy territory. hopefully no one runs out of lives.... lest there be a.... game over.

damn roxy even talks like me. so goated. anyway things are about to get alot worse

god i fucking love this panel hes so real i am just like him in every way except for the ways i am like john and roxy

hehehehehe this makes me giggle

me stealing all of the mannerisms of my boy best friend LOLLLL he actually does need help though. you cant lose your cool like this lil bro.

NOOO KARKAT . you will be missed :(

he is so cude man :ppppp :D

haha redglare. also this glitch shit is crazy and sort of hard to understand. i guess it is because caliborn put his powder in the homestuck cartridge... but is that really why? or is it a metaphor......

bossy much? true dirk you are being really controlling dude. maybe take it down a notch lil bro

these interactions with arquiusprite are so funny

Neigh, braj

most sane dave rant of all time. i love this man so much he is my son. that guy whos like this is delicious im about to kill my son but instead he says im about to be my son

HE SAVED THE MAYOR. my heart dropped. if he dies i kill myself NO CAP

this idiot bozo doesnt know what time travel is. im saying this out loud as i type it out

brain ghost dirk phenomenon sighting

the image "why were you on mad at me island"

do not mess with her fort. LEST THERE BE THE CONSEQUENCES .

lil seb returns!!! hes so real. also he got rusted because he somehow survived for sooooooooooo long after the earth was abandoned by all

wait he is just like me. oh HELL no. this BOZO is still at it.... this is up for consideration .

theres angels. sollux said a LONG TIME AGO that angels are linked with death and are used by paradox space to usher in "the end." what could this mean for their chances of success. surely nothing

ACTUAL VILLAIN OF THE STORY SHE IS ABOUT TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP

i used to say this shit all the time real ones know about me

goot bye dabe </3

WHORE YOU

this picture of dirk is cool . im glad things will go well for him.

i love his freudian slips so much hes so funny to me i need to be like him i need to be like him what no im normal im so normal

i love arcs

me using my baller ass powers on my enemies ( they stand no chance against me )

me in real life ( i never have any idea what is going on whatsoever) he is very small in multiple of these panels and that alone is making me like him more. that is all

seriously how small is this guy!!!!!!!

...............okay......... sam and i watched game over.... everyone died........ except for john and roxy and terezi temporarily... THINGS WENT TO SHIT. FAWK.......... but it will be better soon... you first must descend in order to ascend as the great nannasprite once said ...... i closed my eyes when dave died so it didnt happen

[zalrb]

more unpopular kate/kathony (kanthony?) opinions! - bridgerton 2.07 review

1. I’m watching this like, wow Edwina doesn’t get a happy ending. Hell, even in the Directors’ Cut of LOTR, Eowyn gets with Faramir!

2. Oh great, is Kate going to masturbate to the memory of her kissing Anthony the Mouse?

3. She looks so stiff in that kiss though.

4. Yes.

5. This entire situation reminds me of this part of Poor Unfortunate Souls

6. They’re so going to change the lyrics in the live action. Anyway, off-topic.

7. And Kate just looks annoyed that Edwina won’t talk to her rather than contrite.

8. I just find the Bridgerton family extremely annoying.

9. “Reputation! Reputation!” Oh my god, Anthony is a man, he’ll be FINE.

10. “I give credit to your imagination, Miss Danbury, a bigger story I cannot foresee.” Lmao, maybe don’t speak, Kate?

11. AND THEY GAZE AT EACH OTHER ACROSS THE PROMENADE BECAUSE THEY ARE IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

12. Even though Edwina is right there and all of the ton is watching because looooooooooooooooooooove.

13. I just don’t have time for Olitz-like ships.

14. This Eloise scene is long.

15.  “A ball.” Ha, Edwina’s eye roll, she deserves her own show.

16. NOW THAT ANTHONY IS NO LONGER LIVING A LIE, THE DOG FINDS HIM SUITABLE AND DOGS ARE GREAT JUDGES OF CHARACTER. TRUE LOVE WILL ALWAYS SET YOU FREE.

17. Lmao, sorry, I find this love story insufferable.

18. omg guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys, he just can’t HELP but stare at her

19. I just feel like Edwina deserves to do the Regency version of this to Anthony

20. Their love and attraction is SO POWERFUL that they’ll have to stay on OTHER SIDES OF THE ROOM DURING THE BALL.

21. Ugh.

22. I don’t know if I can live through another Kathony dance.

23. Derry Girls Clare should just be Belle.

24. Mouse Man Mouse Man

25. HE GOT A WHIFF OF HER PERFUME AND NOW HE IS IN HEAVEN, RELISHING THE SCENT OF HER.

26. And this is the other thing too, Kate is extremely passive. Like, OK Edwina doesn’t want to talk to her but if she’s supposed to want her happiness more than anything, if this is supposed to be killing her inside, then at least try to make amends but she’s just standing around looking wooden and maybe sometimes catching Anthony’s eye.

27. Oh jesus christ are eloise and whatshisface going to kiss now that they’re arguing?

28. No. Good.

29.

I mean has it though?

30. “I am reaping the consequences of destroying it” girl, you’re masturbating in bed. Like just be HONEST.

31.  “Happy endings do not exist, Kate” well, not for you, Edwina, but they will for her.

32. Anthony is so fucking shameless.

33. “We should be ashamed of what we did” and there’s going to be a speech about how he’s not ashamed or how she’s not ashamed, a Delena “I’m not sorry” speech. I don’t care.

34. WHY is Colin a character? WHAT DOES HE DO.

35. He gives sooooooooooo much more than she does. He carries them, honestly.

35. Oh yes, sniping and arguing, which is just their foreplay. I’m bored. We’ve done this already.

36. Yes, yes, consume

I feel like the only time I’ve ever been like I get it, they didn’t even use the world consume

37. Oh they do make him do the “Do you think I want to be in this position” McDreamy “DO YOU THINK I WANT TO LOOK AT YOU”  the more they drag this out, the more impatient I become and not in the way they want.  I feel like Garrett from Superstore but instead of affair it’s get together

38. Anthony: I’ve lived my life for my family. Kate: OMG SAME. Me

I had to see it. All I’ve seen is both of you complain.

39. I don’t think a stylized sex scene worked here but that’s just a personal preference, if they’re all like “YOU CONSUME ME” “I CAN’T ESCAPE YOU” “I LIVE FOR MY FAMILY LET’S LIVE FOR OURSELVES” and they kiss and he fingers her then he’s all i’ll stop and she’s like don’t, I want to see/hear the frenzy, the heavy breathing, I want it to seem as organic as possible, like I would want a Shameless sex scene at least at first and then they can do the stylistic one during round 2 or something

40. KATE. I’M SICK OF THIS.

You fucked him. OWN IT. Because I don’t find the “journey” to her just allowing herself to be happy well executed at all because they don’t delve into Kate (or any of the characters) enough for this to be anything other than by-the-numbers and superficial so this just comes across as disingenuous and that’s the other problem with stylized sex scenes, they’re deliberate and don’t give off the impression of impulsivity or the heat of the moment so I’m just like IT’S TOO LATE FOR THIS.

41. This is why I like Cersei-like characters they just fucking own it.

42. AND ANTHONY IS SUCH. A DICK.

43. OH NO, SHE’S GALLOPING IN THE RAIN.

44. Lmao, I am not watching anything Bridgerton EVER again.

45. It’s done.

[sharksa-shivers]

Trio derps and religion cuz ye

Kristy: She's agnostic as in.......She has 0 clue wtf happens whenever she dies...But uhhhh she's VERY VERY HOPEFUL that there's something afterwards and she's not gonna just poof out of existence entirely... Sharky: He's Neptunist, an undersea religion. There's various religions that are in the sea, some seafolk believe in landie religions anddddd some seafolk believe in nothing. Neptinists/Neptunism is a p big thing in series tho i will not say why lol, no spoilers for you!! What i can say is Neptunists have a few diff beliefs: -They were given life by Neptune along with their parents. Life is sacred and not to be taken for granted. -Neptunists also believe in several goddesses that help Neptune take care of the world/universe. Sharky himself is pretty to himself about his beliefs, kind of how Neptunists are in general, but it does come up sometimes lol so yeahhhhh. Max: He's that athiest...THAT KIND of atheist that's a jackass...Though Max will only be a jackass if somebody gives him a reason in that regard...Other then that, Max will be respectful of others...Tho he won't be quiet about his beliefs either lol... Max also thinks if there IS a God, that God hates him IN PARTICULAR... Fedora tipping intensifies ---------------------- BONUS: (p sure i've posted before butttttttt idc lol, it fits here...Also below bit is still p goddamn accurate so yeah lol) --- (Earlier moment during an earlier mission, idk the context, kinda just convo xd)

Kristy:(curious as they move through like an older area of some sort, idk, maybe it's like a gravelike area or some shit, asking, anxiety kinda in her voice)Hey, Sharky? Do you believe in ghosts? Cuz…I do…

Sharky:(nods, trying to be quite and respectful as they go through the area, walking carefully)I mean…I'm a Neptunist, so…Yeah? Kinda? I believe that Neptune made us all and he's made heaven, hell and purgatory…So in my thoughts, ghosts are people who just…Never find a way to any of those, they're just lost souls either by accident or by choice cuz your spirit would be your consciousness so yeah…

Kristy:(thinking, nervousy still)Dunno how that's supposed to really make me feel better about going through here…

Max:(chiming in, atheist mode activated, trying to comfort Kristy)Gonna be kind of an ass here maybe but uhhh, you can feel relived in knowing that none of that's true sooooooooooo-

Sharky:(annoyed with Max making things worse as well as shitting on his religion)Can you maybe not?

Max:(continues anyway)Nah, cuz i'm sorry, ghosts and spirits and all that shit just ain't real. We're born, we live, we die and that's it, blep. Eternal sleepy blackout whenever our lifeclocks hit 0.

Kristy:(anxiety spiking)Hahahahaha, this REALLY isn't helping me feel better, i feel like I'm just having a panic over there being no afterlife now and my existence just fucking stopping, fuck fuck, oh god…

Sharky:(irritated at Max)Max shut the hell up, you aren't helping. (looks at Kristy, kind, comforting)Look, the ghosts that would be here are probably pretty chill ok? I promise, there's nothing to worry about ok?

Kristy:(nervous)You sure? What if they are angry and pissed off and-

Sharky:(kindly)I doubt it ok? This seems like a pretty old spot so…If any are still around, i doubt they're gonna just attack random people for no reason…

[5-7-9]

The true problem isn’t Lucy being useless but her CELESTIAL SPIRITS. WHY ARE THEY SO USELESS ON REWATCH OMFG!!! Why are they comedic and a literal joke??? They piss me off so much. Loke is usually the most useful and seemed the most capable when he fought Bickslow with that lion roar attack that he only used that ONE TIME (iirc) which seems REALLY USEFUL SO WHYYYYYYYY doesn’t he use it more often bruh. Virgo the maid seemed capable of battle in her VERY FIRST APPEARANCE but ever since she got with Lucy she’s nothing but a hindrance, and I cannot believe she actually got serious in battle during the Tartarus arc like YOU COULD ACTUALLY SORTA FIGHT THIS WHOLE TIME??!??!!??!! Oh screw you for only doing that NOW, you could’ve done that THIS WHOLE TIME BUT YOU NEVER EVEN TRIED!!! RAHHHHHHH RARGGGHHHHHH!!!! Idc if she wasn’t good at fighting! She still should’ve tried! And she ONLY tried ONE TIME. Aquarius often just forcibly closed her gate which wasted Lucy’s LITERAL TIME AND ENERGY HELLO?!!!?!??! IT TOOK UP HER MAGIC TO SUMMON HER AND SHE’S ALLOWED TO JUST STRAIGHT UP IGNORE A CONTRACTUAL OBLIGATION??!!?!!? Contracts should’ve made this illegal, imagine your co-worker was a slacker and it was in YOUR DEPARTMENT so YOU had to take up the load. Fire them!!!! They don’t work at their job!!! (This also opens up an idea of a celestial key trading market for whenever spirits are incompatible with their mages. Would be very cool and make Karen seem even more worse because she had options she didn’t take).

I have no clue how long celestial spirits need to recuperate, because I feel like Lucy could’ve healed their forms despite damage through her own power so that their gates don’t have to forcibly close even after being hit. At the very least fight when injured! All the other human characters could do it! I don’t see why not the spirits! ENDURANCE.

If Natsu can train and Lucy can get stronger, then so can the celestial spirits. I don’t see why they can’t just get stronger either. I’m also not sure what their power level is supposed to be, but if it’s supposed to tie/match/connect back to their mage castors aka Lucy then why weren’t their attacks better either? They’re such stagnant powers! Do something new! Their eclipse arc showed they could theoretically change up their magic in some capacity, sooooooooooo where’s their power up? This opens up arcs specifically for the spirits as a focus for the plot… so honestly it wouldn’t happen because the plot… so it should’ve happened during Lucy’s 3 year time skip of training obviously.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I am how you say fucking dead 💀🤠 CASKET

I HAVE REALIZED YOU ARE ALSO THE WRITER OF THAT OTHER VERY WELL WRITTEN KYLO REN FIC AND I BOW DOWN AT YOUR FEET

GAAAAAHHHH

I wiSH I COULD TELL YOU HOW BADLY I THINK THIS IS WEL-WRITTEN AND AMAZING i am rereading what i just typed and that sounds weird but i just mean that it it VERY VERY WELL WRITTEN AND I AM DEAD

anyway

The droning rush of water from your washroom; the oh-so-gentle hum of your voice lilting a pretty little rhythm as you showered, catching every minute or so on a new tone you fancied, a new song you remembered in your idle, innocent pleasure; the blood pulsing in his ears and underneath his hot skin like sticky, molten honey.

😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫JUST THIS THE PULSING IN HIS EARS THE MOLTEN HONEY FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK THATS SO PRETTY AND VIVID AND SHOOOOT ME ATT THEEE BACCKCK OF THE HEADDD

Kylo Ren exhaled a harsh, grating sigh from deep in his chest. It sounded rather like a pathetic attempt at purging his body of the heat welling up inside it now, as he stood over your bedside table, taking in the strange variety of baubles and trinkets you kept while he waited for you to be done.

PATHETIC ATTEMPT AT PURGING HIS BODY

[INTENSE SLAPPING SOUND AND EXPLOSIONS YOU KNOW THOSE TACKY SFX THAT ONE] GAAAHHHHH SOOOOOOOOOOO PRETTTTTYYYY FUCKK

He was here for…less than justifiable reasons, though he disguised them so well under the guise of duty. He was your Master, after all; he would escort you where you needed go if he so wished.

A MASTER ABUSING HIS POWER AND YET I LOVE HIM STILL GRRR BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

Your voice drifted up an octave on a complex trill from the washroom; made Ren's vision dip sideways for just a second, as somewhere low in his abdomen the fires of all that he "wished" responded. He'd never known his sweet new apprentice to have a proclivity for singing.

THE COMPLEX TRILL GIRRLLLLL UGHHHH 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 ITS LIKE THIS FIC IS MADE FOR ME THE MUSICAL WORDS ARE STABBING AT MY HEART (COS IM A MUSIC STUDENT) IDK I JUST LOVE SEEING THEM IN LITERATURECALL ME A SIMP NAJSJJSJSJSJJSKSJJSSJJSJSJ DEATH DYING DEAD

He wondered just how he could make you sing were he to be the one orchestrating your songs.

[ULTRA MEGA INTENSE SCREAMING BARKING THROWING UP BASHING HEAD ON THE WALL]

Kylo Ren's nostrils flared. How he wished he'd worn the mask—though he'd wanted you to see him, when he fetched you; had wanted to see the pretty little flush on your face when you saw him.

ME

The place he'd watched you sleeping, all the way from his own chambers not so far down the hall, exerting an absurd amount of power just to clarify the image of you. Soft, gentle, shivering with the quiet mewls of sleep under your blankets.

HES SUCH A CREEP BUT I WANT HIM SO BAD

He paced the length of your room, raking a flexing hand through the mess of unnaturally perfect, thick curls around his face. 

Fuck.

💗me💗

Kylo’s lungs filled with the tastes of you—those that he imagined. The deep, thick haze of the water. The chemical compounds of your soaps. The intimate scent of your closeness, a natural, musky perfume. He’d gotten hints of it before, when even the filters in his mask hadn’t been able to control how pin-like his attention became when you’d once needed to press up close to him, inside an elevator transport overcrowded by troopers.

NWJWJSHSHSWJSJJWN IS HE LICKING THE AIR HAAHHAHAH HELP NO I KNOW HES NOT BUT I AM IMAGINING HIM LICCKING TBE AIR

Also this reminds me of our field trip to a bread factory and it smelled SO NICE THAT YOU COULD TASTE THE SWEETNESS IN THE AIR or idk i was a liar as a kid

The fit was plentiful, if not perfect—and ah, how for once he wished how that were untrue, for of course his own hand would fit so massive an endowment. He was well aware his size dwarfed others. But then, this was true for all parts of him, hands included.

SIR ❗ I COULD TAKE HIM IN A FIGHT AND OTHERWISE GGRRRR BARK BAKR WOOOF AWOOOOOO

It was everything he’d been imagining and aching for. Everything he’d gotten so hard over, and it was so much more than he’d expected. Because when he didn’t have to imagine, when there was no effort but listening, there was no distraction from the currents of pure bliss which hissed down the lines of his powerful body. There was no interruption to impede the shocks which cut across his spine down into the very base of him, infusing each sense with you, you, you.

KYLO AT YN, ME AT KYLO:

How was he to do this here?

HAHAHAAHHAHAHA NO BUT SAME THOUGHTS IM SO GLAD HE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT HES SO SMART BAHAHAHAHAHA MY PSYCHOTIC BABY BOY

And so he saw within moments that you had not been thinking of him. Not as you climbed the rungs of that precarious ladder to orgasm, savoring what you could through all your vague frustrations on the way up.

And i oop someone jelly

There were hints of himself, he saw—pieces of his mask, his body, which stood out with clarity, he thought but couldn’t be sure… As if your thoughts had merely mentioned him to you, before other things had come to suffuse your senses with frustration and heat alike, and he remained naught but a figment in the background.

Well seems logical to me.

Anyway

𝘛𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵 | 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙣 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: As your new Master, Kylo Ren believes it in his best interest to ensure you are cared for to the utmost.

What he does when you cannot see him, however, turns out to be entirely selfish indeed.

contents: Masturbation; Kylo Ren is fantasizing about you while you shower; voyeurism/light theme of stalking; he's already obsessed with his new apprentice and he can't seem to figure out why, or how to make it go away.

ao3 link | word count: 4k

this one's a little treat from me to me (and you, shhh) because I'm slightly obsessed with this side of fanfic, and any chance to write from Kylo's perspective I snag IMMEDIATELY. a sudden burst of inspiration last night had me finishing it all in one very long sitting - hope it's for some good ;)

tagged: @dream-a-little-nightmare

It was impossible to concentrate.

The droning rush of water from your washroom; the oh-so-gentle hum of your voice lilting a pretty little rhythm as you showered, catching every minute or so on a new tone you fancied, a new song you remembered in your idle, innocent pleasure; the blood pulsing in his ears and underneath his hot skin like sticky, molten honey.

You were making it so fucking impossible to concentrate.

With his eyes trained to your washroom door, Commander Kylo Ren could only imagine what lay beyond. But oh, was his imagination ever the clearest, what with all the powers at his disposal:

He could imagine what your songs would sound like up close. If he were to step inside, ever so quietly, listen to you from the other side of your glass door—not the black and flimsy, standard First Order issue curtain, but something better he’d ordered to replace it. He saw it in his mind's eye now.

He could imagine what you would look like should he part that treacherous barrier, and take you in with black eyes uninhibited.

Kylo Ren exhaled a harsh, grating sigh from deep in his chest. It sounded rather like a pathetic attempt at purging his body of the heat welling up inside it now, as he stood over your bedside table, taking in the strange variety of baubles and trinkets you kept while he waited for you to be done.

He was here for…less than justifiable reasons, though he disguised them so well under the guise of duty. He was your Master, after all; he would escort you where you needed go if he so wished.

Ahh, and how fiercely he wished…

Kylo Ren had been thinking about you nonstop for what felt like ages.

Couldn't rid you from his thoughts.

Couldn't shake what you did to him.

He'd stopped trying—had started to watch you when he could instead. Study your wonts, your proclivities, your…movements.

Your voice drifted up an octave on a complex trill from the washroom; made Ren's vision dip sideways for just a second, as somewhere low in his abdomen the fires of all that he "wished" responded. He'd never known his sweet new apprentice to have a proclivity for singing.

He wondered just how he could make you sing were he to be the one orchestrating your songs.

Kylo Ren's nostrils flared. How he wished he'd worn the mask—though he'd wanted you to see him, when he fetched you; had wanted to see the pretty little flush on your face when you saw him.

He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Impossible to concentrate.

Impossible to defy the strong need asphyxiating his body like a serpent.

The dim lights of your bedroom cascaded in ribbons across the white sheets of your bed beside his thigh. 

The place where you slept.

The place he'd watched you sleeping, all the way from his own chambers not so far down the hall, exerting an absurd amount of power just to clarify the image of you. Soft, gentle, shivering with the quiet mewls of sleep under your blankets.

Sometimes with louder, purposeful sounds. Ones that had him burning with unfamiliar fevers of possession.

Had him casting the image off himself with ice-cold torrents from his own shower—or seeking release in his own right.

No matter how treacherously insufficient his own hand felt when he was thinking with only mounting obsession about yours.

Your hands, your mouth, your thighs, your warmth, your wetness.

An urge took hold of his hand as he stared down at your sheets, and the little dip of space your body appeared to most favored occupy.

Kylo leaned over, brushing one long-fingered, gloved hand along the center of your bed. Trailed those fingers upward, maneuvering along your silk pillow.

Water slapped the bottom of the bathtub in a harsher rhythm, making him freeze, flicking his eyes up to that door.

You were ringing out your hair, he realized. He saw, in his mind's eye.

Your gentle, soft hands curling around the strands, squeezing, caressing your tresses. When next he breathed, it felt like an accident, or perhaps a punishment from the Force itself, because he could smell the mild floral, nature scent of your shampoo. Could feel it perfuming his lungs.

Kylo relinquished himself to it; pulled in the scent like it was water, and he a thirst-starved man.

Fuck.

He paced the length of your room, raking a flexing hand through the mess of unnaturally perfect, thick curls around his face. 

He shouldn’t have come here. Should’ve just let you find your way to where you needed to go without interfering. This was…mildly obsessive. Oh, but it was more than that, he knew. Did you know? Were you punishing him for it? Were you making him pay for all these filthy thoughts he had of you, when he scarce even knew you beyond your name—even if he somehow felt he knew you so much more intimately than something so shallow as a name could ever encompass?

No. He shook his head once and fiercely, falling heavily upon the cushions of your couch, though not loudly; the dark, plush material wouldn’t permit it. He’d wanted to ensure you had the best things the Order had to offer—aboard the Finalizer, that was.

No, he repeated to himself, this was absolutely ridiculous. Of course you weren’t punishing. You likely didn’t even know he was here, which is why, whilst he pressed his face in his hands and his gloved fingers across his squeezed eyes, you were taking your sweet time—

Kylo Ren’s head snapped up. His spine went straight as he turned to look at your door.

That was very right: you didn’t know he was here.

And he could hear you lathering your hair again—could smell the scent of some kind of darkly-spiced conditioner wafting through the cracks beneath the dark surface through which steam filtered also, slickening his own skin with the teasing perspiration of warmth and…arousal.

Not for the first time, Kylo’s cock twitched inside his dark robes.

And for the first time, he didn’t ignore it.

Kylo sat back into the couch’s velvet cushions, his eyes never leaving the bathroom door. Oh, how he longed to steal a glance inside, just for a moment. Just long enough to see a fraction of your soft skin, obscured by glass and the fog wetting it alike, to taste the moisture in the air that baked your own flesh and thus trapped the scent of you in its vapors.

But this was enough.

For now, he amended to himself (although he wasn’t even sure what this meant), this would be enough.

Kylo’s lungs filled with the tastes of you—those that he imagined. The deep, thick haze of the water. The chemical compounds of your soaps. The intimate scent of your closeness, a natural, musky perfume. He’d gotten hints of it before, when even the filters in his mask hadn’t been able to control how pin-like his attention became when you’d once needed to press up close to him, inside an elevator transport overcrowded by troopers.

When every one of them, armored and sterile and brutish, had kept plentiful distance from his intimidating form, standing there at the back like a phantom. But not you. No…you had let them push you to the back instead.

And you hadn’t shown a single hint of unease. Your face had remained so calm, being so close underneath him, your scent bypassing his addled senses like sweetest wine.

As he exhaled now, he pushed aside the robes with one leather hand, pulled the glove off the other, and urged deft, bare fingers under the hem of the dark pants beneath.

Kylo’s breathing caught on the mildly tentative brush of his own fingertips. He could tell how bold his bulge must look without needing confirmation. Under all the robes, even (which should’ve been good enough reason to count relieving himself of it a necessity). Yet he was…hesitant. A slim part of his remaining conscience questioned him for being so base. So disturbed. So…intoxicated.

Intoxication did horrible things for the mind, however, and that light brushing of fingertips along the crest of his bulge sent his thoughts directly to how this might just be what it would feel like if you touched him.

Tentative, unsure. Nervous. Fluttering, your heartbeat, so quickly he might catch sight of it nestled in the flesh of your pretty throat.

Kylo’s eyes went skyward. The beginnings of a sound drew tight in his own throat. A whimper.

Unacceptable.

Ah, how devious a word, when this was the circumstance wherein it was used, but still it reigned. Kylo’s wordless plea became a guttural growl that rose in his chest, but no further. The sound rolled through his shoulders, commanding his arm and seeking hand forth into the depths of his black briefs. A corner of his lip curled with the sound, his dark, hard eyes strained on your bathroom door.

He clutched the base of his shaft in his hand, tightening the grip like it was punishment and reprieve all at once.

The fit was plentiful, if not perfect—and ah, how for once he wished how that were untrue, for of course his own hand would fit so massive an endowment. He was well aware his size dwarfed others. But then, this was true for all parts of him, hands included.

Yours, however…

Kylo Ren’s growl dissipated into a deep moan as his head fell back on the couch, glossy curls laid out on its you-scented cushions. Maker, your hands. How much smaller were they, he wondered? As small as your body was when compared to his? They would fit beautifully inside his own, he was sure—he wouldn’t be surprised if they could fit inside his palms.

And wrapped around his cock, squeezing the hard shaft on which his sweat-slick skin now idled, pumping his length with the sparkle of awe scintillating betwixt your widened eyes…

Kylo’s intake of breath was sharp as he stroked up his cock in slow, torturous fashion, teeth gritting on the edge of the cliff whereon he was already barely hanging.

He exhaled in a frustrated puff, though didn’t let himself move any faster. Not now, when he knew that falling down into release so quickly (like his cock already very much wanted to) would only make him harder for you in minutes when you finally came out for him to see. And harder was precisely what he wished to avoid, considering that how hard he was right now was a fraction short of painful.

Truly, he’d never been this hard in his life. His shaft felt like granite under calloused fingers, The fact that it was you, making him feel this way… His apprentice…

His apprentice.

“Fuck,” Kylo hissed, little more than a wisp of sound to disrupt the pitch of your shower. His broad hand brushed the peak of his tip and he felt a slick bud of precum salt his hand.

Was it even possible to be so irreparably horny that one could not think straight? Was it possible to exist right on the edge of fucking oneself out constantly, all the time, with little more than a thread of restraint keeping one from descending into insanity?

Nothing else had happened. He could find no other reason for this change in him. You were the only outlier.

Just you.

Your voice lilted again from the shower, a new tune starting up, something at first quiet and restrained; a short breath here and there, perhaps to simply fill your lungs. And then, to make matters worse, a little hint of a song, trembling inside your lungs.

Kylo’s cock twitched. So did his hand, before he decided he wouldn’t take it anymore, and pumped down his length in one twist, demanding all the pleasure teasing and tickling him there be brought to bloom.

He’d to stifle the sound this drove up in him with clenching teeth. His head bowed forward again, eyes fading out briefly. The inside of his thigh spasmed a moment, then the nerves trickled down his leg, a side-effect of having held himself tight as a poorly-wound spring so long. Then his breathing sharpened through his teeth and curling lips as he pumped his hand, up and down, twisting ever-so, bringing the fires in his muscles to light as they relaxed and tightened and twitched and cried out in relieved agony all at once.

His free hand shook. He clenched it around a cushion, closed his eyes on your door, let his mouth and the muscles in his face slip with abandon.

His ears pulsed, losing your voice a moment, but it didn’t matter. He heard the gentle patter of your body leaning against a wall—for support? The question flitted through him, there and gone. Kylo, with his fist bulging rhythmically through his pants all the while, was distracted by the thought of what steam must be hovering around you, clinging to the insides of your thighs, your hips, your lips, the mound of your sex, like the water droplets lingering on your hair and slopes of skin.

Oh, how he wanted to be that steam, those water droplets kissing you, licking you…

His veins throbbed underneath his hand. Each stroke only grew more forceful, the rhythm frantic and obscene, one he didn’t even recognize for how little attached him to caring anymore. There was only the mildest threat of your coming outside early to nip at his thoughts—and if anything it made it all the sweeter, seeking out his own release now, his well-deserved retribution for all the poison your beautiful fangs had sunken inside his body and thoughts alike.

And retribution it was, for it was certainly not pleasure. He couldn’t comprehend it as such a thing when every second had him coming apart at the seams, losing himself to this inane insatiability consuming all his being.

He was fighting the surge of his lust, burrowing one hand into your cushions just to keep from vaulting to that damnable door, thrusting the other through with what was strangely not the source of his lust, but certainly its vessel. It was a losing battle. It ought to be, eventually, for he was not sure he could convince himself to be sated by his own hand forever. Not when the very first throes were already this strong. But in containing the feral beast he’d become, and locking the noises of such an animal deep inside his throat, at the very least, he was managing. He was doing you both the service of trying.

Even if he was still picturing you as the nerves in his core grew higher and higher, reaching a boiling point, melting into something not quite pleasure or pain or relief yet somehow still a mix of the three.

Picturing you stepping outside the bathroom door through which the black, glazed pools of his eyes were boring holes, your hair dripping rivulets of water down your bare chest. Or perhaps you would wear a towel, and he would watch the water trace its path until the white hemline, and envisioning where that wetness drew beneath would have to suffice.

You would stare at him, and he would stare at you, and not stop touching himself until the hot spend of his seed that was presently pooling low inside his body burned its way to escape.

And would you enjoy that? He shook to wonder, shivered to keep himself afloat. Except then your fucking voice washed over his ears. Such a pleasing pitch, a—

A moan.

Kylo Ren’s eyes flared with carnal focus. The black door became nothing more than paper. He heard everything, saw everything, even if physically he could not:

Those catches in your breath, the short, thin hitches that morphed into quivering exhales. The pretty little sounds that disrupted your rhythm, drawing out of you like the burbling waters in an overfull brook.

Yes, Kylo Ren was sure of it: water was pattering floor and skin, and you were moaning.

Pain became agony. Arousal became something else, something more. His focus turned jagged, fuzzy at the sides, like static. It blinded him, this tormenting rapture, double the pleasure and a hundred times the sin.

Kylo’s eyelids fluttered. His head sank back into the cushions while the sweet song of your far gentler pleasure rolled over him, soothing the desperate knots in his shoulders and the clamp around his jaw. Every part of his body twitched. Your every movement, every sound, every moan became the only subjects worthy of his attention. Everything else fell away.

For you were seeking your releases together, as one.

It was everything he’d been imagining and aching for. Everything he’d gotten so hard over, and it was so much more than he’d expected. Because when he didn’t have to imagine, when there was no effort but listening, there was no distraction from the currents of pure bliss which hissed down the lines of his powerful body. There was no interruption to impede the shocks which cut across his spine down into the very base of him, infusing each sense with you, you, you.

You were touching yourself, then. Your fingers…you had them between your thighs, kneading the sensitive pulse inside your sex between, or perhaps pushing inside yourself with the same rhythm that his hand pumped around his cock.

Kylo envisioned his fingertips pressing instead of yours. How they might feel, massaging along the curves of your body, working soft suds and the slick of your cunt like silk into your supple flesh.

Your moans were rising in volume, intensifying in urgency.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He wanted to be the reason.

He wanted to pull those moans out of you like they were torturous things, burning your body like a sun.

He wanted to rip you apart and put you back together underneath him, reorient your being with himself at its core like you’d so effortlessly done to his.

He wanted to come inside you, make you scream his name, paralyze you with the aftershocks of what he could do to your fragile body so that you needed hide away inside his sheets for days.

Your moans heightened above the rushing shower. Kylo’s vision dipped entirely into blackness. His throat bobbed. His chin angled further toward the ceiling, neck contorting as his body wound tight, edging on the crests of release, of rapturous destruction. Abandon, finally.

Not yet—a moment longer, he told himself, for your voice still rose, still sang the prettiest song over his ears and he wanted to savor its peaks while he sank over his own.

He stilled his hand at the base of his cock, teeth grinding at the sudden loss, a rugged snarl tightening his broad chest.

A series of stuttered breaths signified your climax.

A breathy moan, at first, clear and carefree. Then others, higher and clearer still, desperate for release from your chest where you too had been caging them,

The hot pulse of your cum was finally poking through the barriers of your body. A broken, tight sound slipped free, echoing serenely across the bathroom walls, flooding his ears with honey.

Now he could do the same, follow you into bliss—

Except the reality that he couldn’t slammed into him. Thankfully, before he could but twitch his fingers, recognition brought him surging back to reality.

Your rooms.

How was he to do this here?

How was he to spend himself, with nothing to destroy the evidence?

Should he soil one of your things, take it with him as a trophy, leaving you to wonder where it had gone until, perhaps, he might have cause to show you?

No. Certainly not. If not for his own sake—the inconvenience it would bring on him, not to mention the shame of having let such weakness overtake him completely—then…for yours.

Unfamiliarly, it was that which had him paralyzed. The knowledge of how you might feel should you find out, when you knew nothing about him.

The man beneath the mask.

And who is that, exactly?

Kylo Ren withdrew his hand from his robes as if he’d been burned. He exhaled a rough breath and more followed suit, eyes squeezing closed, body throbbing with unspent tensions as he leaned forward, elbows on knees. He was partially…spent, in energy if nothing else. His head pounded with strange things, unwanted things.

His impulses screamed with desires to finish what he’d started, while that other, wretched knowledge held him back on the brink.

Yet as soon as the pattering waters fell away to silence Kylo found his attention diverting with all the speed of a serpent beyond your door, straight to the sensation of your mind. You were the only other awareness occupying this space. It wasn’t hard.

It wouldn’t have been hard if you’d been one in thousands of people, he tried not to think.

It was so easy, catching the general sounds of your thoughts. All the images that’d had you with your hand between your legs, toying with yourself until you came. Every piece of you was sensitive, exposed, and vulnerable. All laid bare for the taking.

And so he saw within moments that you had not been thinking of him. Not as you climbed the rungs of that precarious ladder to orgasm, savoring what you could through all your vague frustrations on the way up.

There were hints of himself, he saw—pieces of his mask, his body, which stood out with clarity, he thought but couldn’t be sure… As if your thoughts had merely mentioned him to you, before other things had come to suffuse your senses with frustration and heat alike, and he remained naught but a figment in the background.

As you’d caught your release in both hands, leaving him to yearn in the throes of so much more unfulfilled.

Kylo’s breathing slowed. His hands relaxed in the empty air before his knees. His eyes narrowed on the tiles below.

You weren’t thinking of him.

Yet.

He’d been there for but a moment, little more than a dark impression; but that impression was heavy, was it not?

What reason did you have to think of him now, when you hadn’t even anticipated seeing him today?

None that were impersonal, he believed. None that were meaningless.

But you didn’t understand this. You didn’t see the meanings behind your thoughts—couldn’t know the power your subconscious mind wielded over you, when you were still early in training in the ways of the Force.

Yet.

The word rang in his head, bringing clarity to his otherwise addled thoughts. Yet.

For you were his apprentice. His. Which meant there was ample time to remedy this unintended lapse in your thinking. There were several months ahead of you, to be sure, if not years, the more likely span. Years… The notion had excitement spreading electric fingers all inside his chest.

Years with him, to teach you the truth.

Now, though…

Kylo Ren listened to your clean skin touch the sweating bathroom floor. He placed where your movements took you; the things you were doing as you stood before your mirror.

And as he pulled his glove back over his hand, though he was still coming down off a high, Kylo found a new sense of purpose, different from the one which led him otherwise, directing him across your space to your entrance door.

Today, Kylo Ren left you to walk the halls without his shadow lingering beside you, a secret that’d never haunted your walls.

But before he left, he leaned his forehead against the door, and pulled your scent deep inside his lungs one last time.

Despite what others might assume, Kylo had learned the virtue of patience through rigorous, oftentimes painful means.

This, he could endure. This pain, at least, would have an end. All he needed do was repeat the words to himself. They would serve as a litany:

For now, this will suffice.

For now.

[twinhood-2dot0]

My favorite things about science - Part 1

YASS SCIENCE!!! GOOD MORNING ALIA!!

So, there's this thing here where I am that pushes a lot of students into opting for science courses in the later years of high school, which sounds awesome if you're hearing this for the first time, maybe. Because, of course, we need more people excited and curious about STEM subjects for more development and excitement and discovery and what not.

But that's not why kids are pressurized into taking science at school; it's this idea that engineering gets you jobs while artsy, social-sciencey and other subjects are stupid or an easy way out. OH MY GOD JUST LOOK AT THOSE BOOKS!!! There's no way it's not challenging.

And so the people who do choose science subjects tend to be not science nerds or enthusiasts but those who find the subjects too tough and involving a tons of rote learning and formulae rather than a set of and the study of UNBELIEVABLY MIRACULOUS ideas and observations. :/

Well, that rant is for another day (Good news for you, cuz it would have been very annoying). But it does lead to to people thinking that all kids who took science are like that, and believe other subjects are stupid or easy. So we get some bad rep in general, and I took science for reasons that are obvious if you've read what I write. So I feel kinda obligated to show the awesomest parts of science. Here they are.

1) Matter & Sub-atomic particles

All stuff (a.k.a matter, a.k.a everything other than light and heat and energy and stuff) is made of atoms and all atoms are also made of the same building blocks?!?!? (a.k.a sub-atomic particles, a.k.a neutrons, protons, electrons and all the fancy stuff). When a proton and an electron hang out together, you're gonna have hydrogen gas, but you put more of everything you get EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE??? Just changing the number of these can completely turn the thing upside down. IKR!!

2) What I just said is not really true.

I made a distinction between matter (all the stuff) and energy, and yes, those are different things. But we tend to think matter has a characteristic - that is "behaves like a particle." That's one way of saying "things" move in distinct paths, and not unpredictably. Things have size. And if you put one thing somewhere, you can't put another thing in the same place, because it takes up space. And then we think energy "behaves like a wave". It can move, but not the way a thing moves. It's more like it's transmitted than translated/moved. It doesn't have mass ( a well-lit room isnt heavier than a dark room) and it doesn't take up space (if a region is hot or has a lot of light, doesn't mean you can't put an object in the same place).

But if you go REALLLLLYY (unimaginably) small, like to the sub-atomic particles, you can clearly see them acting both like most matter - "particle-behaviour" - and like most energy - "wave-behaviour". But then why shouldn't the rest of matter, which is ultimately made out of these very same things, also act like both particles and waves? EXCELLENT QUESTION!! Turns out that actually, you also act like a wave! Like all the atoms that make you up. You have a wavelength but it's sooooooooooo tiny, that it's basically negligible. This is because the wavelength of any matter decresases as mass increases.

3) Consciousness

These same unconscious sub-atomic particles sit together to make atoms, which sit together to make molecules big and large, including proteins, which sit together to make basically almost everything in your body except the water. (More about how weird water is in terms of biology some other day.) The same body that houses whatever it is that lets you have any of the infinetely many possible thoughts and ideas. How do we go from absolutely unimaginably tiny thing to normal-sized thing that has consciousnes and fantasies about impossible worlds and worries about apocalypses and opinions and politics????? We don't know. But you might notice a pattern here. In point 1 and in this one, seems like when a lot of things sit together, they can do things impossible for each of the individual things could do alone. Alone you're an electron that scientists can never locate, together with other similar things, you're human civilization.

4) There's a motor inside you.

Literally. That's how you get energy. That's what's keeping you alive and kicking right now. Me explaining this is going to ruin it so here's the video directly.

Oh my. Oh, what fun it is to ride on this one horse open sleigh.

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 where there's gonna be more biology-like stuff, like the miracle of photosynthesis,and PART 3, more of cosmic level stuff possibly.

DFTBA!