#or if it's perma fucked

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

life is cruel and mean and i hate it here and i can't believe this is happening and i'm simultaneously upset and disappointed in myself and i feel like this is a punishment or karma and i don't know if i can take this

(my favourite spare pillowcase ripped)

[gremlingirlsmell]

"i dislike the terms tme and tma" why do you dislike terms that are useful for transfems discussing their systematic opression? do you dislike the terms cis, hetero, white, too? you need to understand that tme & tma are not created to make "new binaries" or whatever, theyre for discussing our real material opression. realize how close you are to saying that transmisogyny isnt "real" or that it "affects everyone". do you also think reverse racism exists, or that homophobia or misogyny targets cis hetero men instead of benefitting them? or do you believe in intersectionality until it's about trans women and transfems, then the intersection of misogyny and transphobia basically becomes meaningless? you "dislike" when transmisogyny is brought up, just as existing?

[muffinlance]

Oh so the clown ads are over? Too late Tumblr I already cancelled ad free uninstalled your app and discovered the power of ublock in mobile FireFox. AND tags are editable in the web version?

There's no going back

[aq2003]

like the important thing you must keep in mind about ten when you see him do literally anything is that he's soooooooooo so so so bad at actually isolating himself from other people. so TERMINALLY bad at it. he thinks to himself "i don't need human connection because everything i do causes pain and destruction to those around me :(" but then he experiences a crumb of human connection and his heart starts to spill out of his chest

[sanjoongie]

Testing the Theory

ღPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong

ღGenre: angst, smut

ღTrope: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers

ღAu: Modern Wizardry School au, Professors au, white and black magic au, army au

ღWord Count: 4,507

ღWarnings: magical somnophilia, sex dreams, restraints, pain into pleasure spell, dubcon (roleplaying, the dubcon/cnc is in the roleplay, there is not actual dubious consent), biting, marking, breast play, glove kink, mxm, jerking off, fingering, nipple play, edging, cuckolding, breeding kink, oral kink, penetrative sex with no barrier

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: you literally flee from the truth to stay away from a broken heart but nothing ever stops director park. that's why you may have put him to sleep, but will that really help you?

ღBeta’s: @downtoamagicalland

ღPlaying while writing: Man on Fire, because if that isn't Wizard Director! Hwa, i don't know what is

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“Well well well, seems like I'm not the only one you like to rub into Wooyoung’s face. I'm wounded.”

You whined and buried your face deeper into the pillow. “Seonghwa, why are you yelling?!”

“Oh, believe you me, lover, I'm not yelling. Yet.”

You blinked blearily up at Seonghwa, whose face was a mask of slight amusement but his eyes burned dark. You quickly remembered drinking with Hongjoong and saluting your fallen comrades. And as it turned out, that ‘pillow’ you had been burying your face into was Hongjoong’s chest. 

“Good morning, Reaper,” Hongjoong said in a gravelly morning voice that made your stomach dip.

Seonghwa dipped his head in a cordial acknowledgement. “General.”

“What time is it?” You croaked.

“The sun has risen,” Seonghwa informed you.

“If I'm not late for class, why the hell are you here, Director Park?”

Seonghwa laughed, dry and sarcastic. “I was worried. After yesterday morning, I worried for you. Then I heard you took your last class off and I worried for you. Then I found out that Professor Kim had specially requested his Lieutenant to speak to his students. How cute. And then I overheard our very favourite student talk about how he was pretty sure the professor of dreams and the professor of battle had fucked. Imagine my surprise when I sent out a location demon and it brought me to this spot, this place, with you two cozied up like you never broke each other’s hearts.”

Hongjoong sat up, letting you slip away. “We didn't do anything, Seonghwa,” he insisted.

“Did she let you comfort her when she was hurting?” Seonghwa demanded quietly.

“We didn't fuck, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong insisted again.

Seonghwa’s eyes shone with an intensity that made your mouth dry. “I didn't ask that.”

You got out of bed and found your heels. “I didn't tell him about my dream,” you aimed at Seonghwa, well aware of what he was subtly referring to. 

“What dream?” Hongjoong snapped. He didn't understand the situation and it was fraying his nerves.

You raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa and he blew out a bit of his anger. “See? And so much for you being able to share,” you mocked the director.

“Now wait a fucking minute,” Hongjoong interrupted, his anger full blown now. 

“My apologies, General. It seems I've gotten my panties in a twist,” Seonghwa said dryly.

You made your way towards the door when Hongjoong called you out. “Where are you going?”

“I want something greasy to eat,” You said.

“Now you may be able to get away with not telling Seonghwa about your dream but I know better. You speak with your subconscious in your dreams. What has it been telling you?” Hongjoong asked.

“Nothing.”

Seonghwa sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. “She woke up with a gasp. She said she had a bad dream.”

“How bad, Lieutenant?” Hongjoong growled.

You swallowed. “I woke up. It's fine.”

Seonghwa’s eyes followed your back and forth like it was titillating. “What does that mean?”

“It means her dreams were always dangerous when we were at war. They usually told her just how much in danger she was. Except they also almost killed her. That's why she started sleeping with me. At first, it was for the sex, to stay awake. Later, it was because I never slept and could wake her in case the dreams became… violent. So I will ask you again, Lieutenant, how bad?”

“I couldn't breathe,” You admitted.

“Is that why you told me you needed some room to breathe?” Seonghwa questioned.

“If you're feeling the danger already…?” Hongjoong appeared deep in thought. “Does that mean we don't have much time?”

Your lie to Hongjoong was convenient at this moment. He never knew that your similar bad dreams about Hongjoong correlated with your heart and not the war. You didn't want either of them to know the truth.

“They're not violent yet,” You said hesitantly, “So there might still be time.”

“So you’re saying we need to start ensuring she shares a bed with one of us?” Seonghwa clarified towards Hongjoong.

You were almost at the door when Hongjoong snapped at you again. “You put one hand on that doorknob and I will have you on your back so fast you won’t know what happened,” Hongjoong growled at you.

There was the man that had been your Captain. You whipped around, feeling like a trapped animal at this moment. “I will push you so far into a dream that you won’t wake up until a century passes,” You snarled right back.

Seonghwa looked wary. “Can she do that?”

“Wanna find out?” You wet your lips, preparing for the spell that was on the tip of your tongue.

“Yes, Seonghwa, if she’s having violent dreams, she’s going to need some supervision,” Hongjoong opted to respond instead.

“Seonghwa can have one of his demon’s watch over me while I sleep,” You dismissed the notion immediately. You didn’t want that but you really didn’t need the alternative. The dreams were only going to get more violent if that happened.

Hongjoong’s wheels turned in his head and you didn’t like the way he was studying you. “You know for someone who was a part of the Intelligence Corp, you lie for shit, Lieutenant.”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting two men hovering over me like I’m a damsel in distress!”

“Lover…” Seonghwa looked wistful. “That’s not it.”

“Let her rage, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Stubborn until the day she dreams forever, that’s the Lieutenant.”

Except Seonghwa never knew how to stop. Or maybe he did and refused to. Seonghwa always pushed until he was satisfied. 

The director stepped up to your form, his lanky body slightly looming over you. He curved a hand fondly over the side of your face. “Why couldn't you breathe in your dream?”

“I would like some food now, please. Even if it’s not Wooyoung’s.” You refused to meet Seonghwa’s gaze.

“You’ll get fed when you answer the question,” Seonghwa insisted softly but firmly.

“Then I’ll starve,” You muttered. “Am I free to go now, General?” You said Hongjoong’s title like it was an insult.

“You’re dismissed, Mistress of Dreams,” Hongjoong said with a sharp jerk of his chin. 

You ripped out of Seonghwa’s grasp and stomped down the stairs of the inn. 

“Have a happy--?” San’s eyes wandered after you and stopped talking suddenly. “Seonghwa, when did you get here?”

“I don’t understand!” Seonghwa called after you as your heels clipped along the stones towards the school. “Why is that dream so important for you to not tell me the details?”

“Let it go, Seonghwa,” You shouted back. 

For once, you wished you had Hongjoong’s speed.

“I won’t,” Seonghwa refused. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that your dreams could get violent like that?”

“It’s none of your damn business!” You refused to answer his questions.

“You, Mistress of Dreams, are starting to get on my nerves,” Seonghwa growled. “What do you mean it’s none of my business. I care about you!”

“That’s the problem!” You screeched. “Stop caring.”

“What’s wrong, Lover?” Seonghwa crooned. He practically stalked you, walking with his hands in his pockets, like you were prey and he a large cat. “Afraid you’ll catch feelings too?”

Not when that had already happened. “It’s annoying. It’s a weight I’d rather not carry.”

“Good thing I’m strong enough for the both of us then,” Seonghwa dismissed you within a moment's notice.

You were at your wits end. “No, Seonghwa, you are not strong enough for the two of us! You get hurt with every barbed phrase I send your way. You got jealous finding Hongjoong and I cuddling. You have left your heart open and vulnerable and it’s going to get ripped from your chest.”

“I get hurt but I can endure it! Because I--”

“You fucking say those words and I will resign!” You threatened.

That caused Seonghwa to actually pause. “You wouldn’t.”

“You have no idea how desperate I am right now,” You heaved.

Seonghwa’s face was stormy again. “It’s his fault isn’t it? He’s scarred your heart so badly that you don’t have room to heal. If I could go back in time and wring his scrawny little neck and steal you for myself--”

“Would you have killed me?” You interrupted him.

“...what?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you know how many of your comrades died because I ate their dreams and they never woke up? How do you know it wasn’t me that kept your beloved Captain in a dreamless state so that Hongjoong could kill her? I was integral to the war, Seonghwa. I could be dead at your hands if you had known who I was. Don’t speak of stupid what-if’s, they never help. I am in charge of my heart and I’m saying I don’t want you to have a piece of it.” You stared at Seonghwa as the sun filled the sky slowly but surely. 

“Let me watch over you as you sleep, Dreameater” Seonghwa begged.

The nickname you had acquired from your enemies almost slapped you in the face. “You are fucking tiring,” You spat. “Leave me alone, Director.”

“You're… more angry today. More angry than normal. Please, tell me something. Anything,” Seonghwa begged.

You sighed heavily. If Seonghwa wasn’t going to leave you alone then… drastic times call for drastic measures. 

You walked back towards where Seonghwa was standing behind you. You muttered the Chinese word for sleep, invoking the bedchamber goddess Chuángmǔ, and pressed two fingers to Seonghwa’s forehead. 

“Wha..?” Seonghwa mumbled and then fell asleep where he stood. 

You barely caught him before he slumped over, letting out a loud ‘oof’. “Could your shoulders be any broader?” You said to absolutely no one. 

You invoked next the Celtic Goddess Cerridwen, using some Welsh to command Seonghwa to walk. You kept a step behind him in case he stumbled, but you intended to walk him right to his bedroom and leave him there until he woke up the next morning. Maybe you’d even stop by Mingi’s office and let him know the director was down with a bad headache for the day. 

You steered Seonghwa all the way to his bed and it took but a slight push to his back and he collapsed onto his bed. You contemplate leaving him like that, just to make a point, but then that feeling of Nightmare Seonghwa suffocating you resurfaced and you shook your head. You did not need to be the reason that man died, despite the many times you had threatened him with it.

You climbed on the bed. You pushed and pulled to move the lanky man to his back, gasping and sweating at the labor. 

You looked down to admire your progress and then felt a pang in your chest. Whether it was from the guilt of using your powers selfishly or from the view below you, that was uncertain. But you pushed a strand of Seonghwa's hair out of his face nonetheless.

Somehow, without his ability to smirk and poke at you, he seemed younger, and more innocent, as he laid there sleeping. 

“Why must you be such a pushy, insufferable man?” You muttered to yourself.

Still, he was quite handsome, lying there, small puffs of air leaving those pink, plush lips. 

You already have gone this far… Maybe it was worth taking one more step and seeing what Seonghwa was dreaming about? That way he'd take you more seriously and stop pushing you so much.

You closed your eyes, still straddling Seonghwa on his bed and simply stepped into the other plane that was your playground. 

💭😴💤Inside Seonghwa’s dream💭😴💤

You couldn't help but stiffen as you took in the scene that you had opened your eyes to. You were well familiar with the layout of the Black Magic User’s encampment. The Dark tents that appeared more like a traveling circus than an army. You had been here many many times in many many dreams. But you had simply been an observer, not a participant. This time was different.

Goddamn it, Park Seonghwa, you thought to yourself.

You were in the tight, white uniform from your days in the civil war. You were ‘hanging’ in the air by the many demon hands Seonghwa had used on you before in his bedroom at Twilight Academy. You never actually supposed he used them on the enemy as a weapon--or a means of torture.

“Now, Lieutenant, I would like the answer to my question,” The Reaper purred as he stalked around you.

The white haired Director you had fallen into bed with was vastly different from the legend that Hongjoong had once defeated. This one had dark hair held in a bun at the top of his head. He sported the dark green uniform of the opposition. You had to admit, he still looked handsome in severe clothing. Perhaps the uniform was the reason he flaunted his fashion nowadays.

If you didn’t want Seonghwa to wake up, you now had to play into this fantasy. You sent a small prayer to Shai, the Egyptian god of fortune, to send good luck your way. You were going to need it. 

You painted a bored expression on your face. “I drowned you out ages ago, what is it that you’ve been bothering me about?”

Seonghwa took a step closer in his shiny black boots. “Give up your Captain to me and this charade can come to a close.”

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. Of course he would be dreaming of this. 

“I’m loyal to The White Magic Users and to my Captain. You’ll never get me to turn, you despicable, high-handed, dirty--”

A demon hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, halting your plethora of negative adjectives. It didn’t surprise you that Seonghwa simply wanted to hear himself speak in his own dream. He often did that in the real world as well.

Seonghwa leaned in to whisper into your ear suggestively. “If you won’t willingly give up the information, I have other means of getting them.”

Goosebumps dotted your skin. You knew that Seonghwa would never harm you but this was a dream. There was a chance that Seonghwa could be so deep in his subconsciousness that he was reverting back to the days of the war. Perhaps--

“Means that I believe we will both enjoy,” Seonghwa continued. 

His demon's hands began to simultaneously undo the buttons for your high neck jacket and pull up your tight skirt. 

Oh god, you were trapped in a sex dream with The Reaper.

You struggled in your restraints but that only made Seonghwa smile amusedly. “Must you maintain the air that you don’t want this? Because I know you do.”

Seonghwa’s gloved hand moved to leisurely cup your mound and pressed against your hole through your underwear. When he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it, his smile bloomed into a grin. “See? Wet and ripe, just for me.”

Your muffled arguments dotted the air but Seonghwa deigned to keep the demon hand over your mouth. You had no one to curse but yourself, for being curious as to what exactly Seonghwa had been dreaming about. In your attempt to escape him and banish him to sleep you had effectively trapped yourself with him as well. You were an idiot.

The demon hands that had exposed you were now working on massaging both your breasts through your chemise under your jacket. You moaned against the demon hand still gagging you. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the sound. 

“Pretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.”

You glared daggers at Seonghwa but that only seemed to make his pupils blow. He physically grabbed your face and turned it to the side so he could lick a long strip along your neck. He moaned wantonly at the taste of the anger on your skin. Some things never changed. 

The reaper fell to his knees to lick and suck along the exposed skin of your stomach. He rolled his eyes upwards to look at you, as his tongue circumvented your belly button and moved lower. He nipped and sucked, making all kinds of marks on your skin. 

The demon hands pulled and tweaked your nipples into stiff peaks through your chemise. You couldn't help but press your thighs together, looking to relieve some pressure that was building there. That did not escape the Reaper’s notice. 

He clucked his tongue. “Now, we can’t have that. Do you need something, Lieutenant?”

Your lips pressed to a thin line even when the demon hand lifted from your face.. “I have nothing to say to you,” You insisted.

“No? That’s too bad,” Seonghwa said with pretend sympathy. 

His lips jumped over your scrunched up skirt and then he groaned loudly when he pushed your thighs apart and pushed his face into your underwear. 

“This is my favourite place to be,” He whispered to himself.

Why did this man have to be so obsessed with you? He made you want to break all the oaths you swore to yourself after the civil war ended. He wasn’t good for your heart. 

You were pulled from your inner turmoil when Seonghwa ripped your underwear right off your body. “Look at how wet you are for me, Lieutenant. Is your Captain not satisfying you?”

You turned your nose upwards. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Ah, still stubborn as always. Lucky for me, I know how to get you to sing.”

Seonghwa’s voice went deep as he called on Freyr, and when you saw a boat drift upwards, you knew you were in deep shit. Seonghwa was using the spell he had originally cast on you, the one that turned pain into pleasure.

Still, you had to play into your role. “What kind of black magic curse did you just cast on me?” You growled as you struggled in the hold of the demon hands. 

Seonghwa chuckled lowly and then bit into the flesh part of your thigh. You felt your lower half flood with desire and you whimpered at the pleasure one simple bite did for you. 

“Did you like that?” Seonghwa crooned. “Did that make you clench down on nothing? I can help you with that. You just have to tell me exactly where your Captain is and I can make you feel so good.”

“Never,” You said through gritted teeth.

Thus started Seonghwa biting into every inch of your left thigh, leaving teeth marks everywhere. And when he ran out of flesh, he only moved to the other thigh. You were eventually panting and desperate, whining at the desire that was thrumming through your body. 

His gloved hand ran along your folds, sweeping up any wetness that pooled there and then he sucked on his fingers. The motions did nothing for your desire for he didn’t enter your hole nor did he touch your clit. 

“Don't you want my gloved fingers inside of you, lover?” Seonghwa continued to tempt you in a sing-song voice. “Don't you want my glorious tongue exploring your folds? I know they warned good little magic users about us. They did it for good reason. We will give into all your baser desires. All you have to do is give up your Captain, and he'll trade places with you. He can be tortured and tempted while I make sweet love to your body.”

“Seong--seonghwa,” You whimpered pathetically. 

The Reaper stood tall in order to lean in so his ear was pressed up against your lips. “Tell me.”

You licked the shell of his ear and he shivered delicately from the motion. “Go. To. Hell,” You whispered.

Seonghwa let out a noise that was part laugh and part groan. “I thought I could break you. Oh well.”

Seonghwa’s voice went high and sweet as he called on Hermes. One second you were being held and groped by Seonghwa’s demon hands, and the next, you were in Seonghwa’s arms and Hongjoong was being held and groped by the demon hands.

Your eyes went wide at the view: the demon hands were pulling aside Hongjoong’s jacket only to grope and tug at his nipples. Another palmed him through his pants and massaged his balls. If Hongjoong appeared as an absolute wreck, then what was your fate?

“See, Lieutenant? See how he enjoys being tortured so? You needn't protect him from me. You were both made for me,” Seonghwa cooed as he pressed his cheek to yours, his stance behind you. 

Is this truly what Seonghwa wanted? Or was it his guilty pleasure? His way to work through his trauma from the civil war? Unless you actually asked him, you wouldn't get an answer, and even so, you were pretty sure he wouldn't give you a straight one.

You turned in Seonghwa’s grasp, and whimpered, “Mercy. Please, clemency for us both.” You made two fists in Seonghwa’s uniform.

Seonghwa smoothed his hands over your fists, flattening them against his chest. He smiled so fondly down at you, that you had a hard time keeping his gaze. “You know I’d do anything for you, lover.”

The demon hands stopped their motions on Hongjoong and he whined. “What’s going on?”

Seonghwa smirked. “Your lieutenant has asked for clemency.”

Hongjoong’s form trembled. “I want more.”

Seonghwa cocked his head. “The question is, what do you want, Lieutenant?”

It was your turn to tremble in Seonghwa’s arms. You could let go just this once, right? Just for this dream, so that Seonghwa’s conscience wouldn’t figure out this wasn’t his dream version of you but the real you invading his dreams. “If Hongjoong--”

Seonghwa clucked his tongue in disappointment. “What did I just say?”

“Seonghwa.”

“Yes, Lover?”

“Please…?” Your mouth was dry and your heart beat to a rhythm that you were sure wasn’t good for you. 

“What is it that you want?” Seonghwa purred.

“Please give us what we want.”

Seonghwa chuckled lowly. “Oh no, you’ll have to do much better than that.”

“Take me in front of Hongjoong and edge him with your demon hands,” You whispered.

Seonghwa shivered, you could feel it, from head to toe. “As you wish.”

Seonghwa turned you around, so that you could watch all the ways his demon hands were torturing Hongjoong. Hongjoong’s hips pushed against one hand that was fisting his cock. Another was behind him, fucking him full of demon fingers. Two hands massaged his chest, taking their time to flick his nipples when the time was right. Nothing muffled his cries, which was probably for the best, because the way that Hongjoong was panting with his tongue out had to be one of your favourite views of him.

They continued to molest your captain as Seonghwa plunged into you from behind. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you in place so that he could fuck you, and then two fingers inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits obediently. Your breasts bounced with each thrust into you. 

“See, I told you that you two were meant for me,” Seonghwa growled. “See how wet you both are for me? Whining and wanting more. Brats, the both of you, needing to be put in your place. You two are mine and that’s how it will be.”

Hongjoong’s cries grew into a crescendo; high pitched and pretty, when Seonghwa’s demon hands halted their progress. His shoulders heaved and sweat dropped down his chest and off his face. 

“Again,” Hongjoong said, his voice croaking. 

The demon hands started back up again and Hongjoong moaned in relief.

Seonghwa removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed the wet digits to your clit. Then he bit into your shoulder. The triple stimulation of Seonghwa fucking you good, rubbing your clit and the bite was more than enough to bring you over the edge of destruction. You screamed his name as you spiraled into the pleasure zipping through your nerves.

The Reaper held himself inside of you and bit down even harder onto your shoulder, spurting inside of you. You would have screamed bloody murder if not for the reminder that you couldn't get pregnant, this was just a dream. His tongue lathed at his marks and he slowly thrusted through his high. 

“What cute little white and black magic user babies we’ll make,” Seonghwa sighed.

Your view began to get cloudy, and the edge of the frame of the tent began to fall away like sand sifting down an opening. The dream was complete, and Seonghwa was regaining consciousness. Thank god, because you did not like where this was going. Why did he always bring up the babies?

💭😴💤Seonghwa’s Dream Done💭😴💤

The dream had ended and you were free. From the dream, at least. Seonghwa groaned when he woke up. A sleepy, happy smile pulled at his features when he felt your soft form against his. “Good morning, Lover.”

You mumbled nonsense and sat up. 

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in alarm. “What exactly did we get up to that we are waking up in this state?”

You were fully dressed but straddling the director. You winced because you could feel the wet spot on your underwear where you had climaxed in Seonghwa’s dream. Seonghwa must be feeling a similar situation inside of his pants. You did your best to not wince guiltily. 

“We were both tired after our… discussion. You suggested a calming nap and I agreed to such before classes started.” Completely avoiding the question of course. Did that bugger not remember his own dream? After everything you did to endure it?!

Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow at you. “A nap? In the morning? You?”

You avoided his gaze. “It was a peace offering after finding me in bed with Hongjoong. I wanted to show you that I could find comfort in your arms as well.” 

That was not a lie you wanted to tell, or a seed you wanted to plant, but you knew Seonghwa would latch onto it. 

You almost felt bad when Seonghwa’s face broke out into an even happier smile and then he was hugging you back down to his chest, the way he found you when he woke up. “Are you compromising for little ol’ me, Dreameater?”

“Pretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.”

A shudder ran through you, that memory of Seonghwa’s dream unable to be shaken from your mind. “Seonghwa,” You growled in warning.

Seonghwa laughed merrily and then kissed you on the crown of your head. “Let’s get cleaned up and ready for classes today.”

Seonghwa rolled you to your back and he stood up. His demon hands moved around, grabbing toiletries and a new outfit today. You had to remain lying on your back because even the damn demon hands were triggering.

What the hell did you just get yourself into now?

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Last post about it we’ll be back to art once I’m recovered from being sick (possibly with a comical bit of art about my woes as I try to get my Twitter back…)

I’m so sorry Mr. Schneider, I should have phrased my ire about your evils in a more family friendly way since apparently I should have known you’d search your own name. Allow me to try and remedy that here:

Dan Schneider when I catch you, by any means necessary I will… sit you down and politely lecture you about why you shouldn’t be evil to children, women, employees, etc. And then I will put you in the time out corner for an undetermined amount of time until you realize the error of your ways.

There, is that better? Is that how we should handle talking about abusers even when we’re not addressing them directly and are clearly being hyperbolic out of response to finding out their shitty behavior?

Great. Wonderful. Good to know so that my platform doesn’t get merked.

[let-me-fill-you]

Bi m/f couple who finally decide to pull the trigger and have that mmf threesome they've been talking about. (Un)fortunately for them, their mysterious third ends up being supernaturally virile and seductive. What started out as an introductory and experimental session ends with both of them comatose and nursing cum bellies, her womb and his colon completely stuffed full of his concrete-thick seed with their benefactor disappearing into the night. As the weeks go by, both of them start to exhibit pregnancy symptoms, though both of them chalk his up to couvade syndrome. Nauseous, sore, and more than a little insecure about how his girlfriend is likely carrying the strangers baby, his and her world is turned upside down when an ultrasound reveals he's growing their breeders baby inside his guts too. Their pregnancies progress, hers is perfect as she enjoys every second of it, the baby kicks cutely as if on cue, and she glows and feels fantastic while his, due to its supernatural nature, is miserable and embarrassing. Remodeling organs that weren't meant for reproduction into such means his guts loudly protest their state, gurgling and bubbling loudly as they stretch to accommodate both the growth of his unnatural womb and the painful constant thrashing of the spawn fighting for space inside him. Angry red stretchmarks on his sloshing lopsided torpedo belly, contrast with her flawlessly smooth spherical bump. They support and find each other irresistible in their states, the girlfriend especially supportive as she guides him through his changing body as his hips painfully widen and pecs bloat into prematurely milking udders. As they both go overdue, with no induction techniques working, they realize the cock that put them in this state is the only way to get them out of it

👀 Oh, this is a beautiful scenario~ Partners pregnant together, thanks to a mysterious inhuman third - with internal remodeling to boot! And it's arduous and noisy, as it should be~ But what a sweet twist, that hers is easy unlike her hubby's 💕 She's such a good girl for taking care of her growing man, while she herself is pregnant~ By the end, I imagine he looks every bit as maternal as his girlfriend, albeit far more wretched looking -- but she too would get uncomfortable before long, as their pregnancies continue along without their breeder's intervention... who might even be counting on it, watching from the shadows as they blow up further and further, increasingly dependant on each other and desperate~~

[subjectivemortality]

got caught half asleep reading in the garden 🌻

[looks-at-you]

let them eat dirt i guess

[serpentface]

Does Janeys know that Brakul has a wife and son? How would he react if he learned?

He actually does know and has known pretty much from the beginning.

Early on in his stint as a POW turned mercenary, Brakul would repeatedly invoke his wife and son as reasons he could or could not do certain things + to insult Janeys like 'okay but some of us have actual, tangible responsibilities in this world and people who depend on them. Like my wife and son, who I will be returning to immediately when my contract is over. You're never going to see me again. On account of my wife and son.'

When he started actually Liking Janeys and wanting to be with him, and seeing a chance to Avoid All Consequences And Never Go Back Home, he gradually reversed course (and attempted to rationalize it to himself) like "Ahhh they'll be fine. I mean everyone probably thinks I'm dead and/or an oathbreaker anyway so Sirudan's gotta be remarried by now. My brother probably got in on that, and he really has his shit together so they're in good hands. Honestly it will be worse for them if I go back. They're better off without me. They're fine. It's not a big deal. I'm soooooo single and unattached btw" And Janeys was like "Okay. Yay."

13 years down the line Janeys almost never thinks about it and when he occasionally remembers it's like

He does not give a shitttt about the wife/child abandonment angle whatsoever, but he's aware that Brakul still has some attachment to them and regrets over skipping out, and he's kind of insecure about it. The concept of Brakul having a child out there completely independent of their whole Thing also makes him uncomfortable in ways he can't really put his finger on. He's not actually scared that Brakul will return to his ex-wife though, like even with all his profound insecurities and abandonment issues he knows there's not a chance in hell that he's gonna actually attempt to make amends. Bottom line is he doesn't like to think about it, and mostly doesn't have to.

[hallaburger]

i've watched three episodes of arcane and all i have to say is i would commit crimes for jayvik

i've known them for ten minutes and i care more about them than any other character or relationship on this show

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Dream neglects his duty as a guardian to make up all those years he missed plus he's like 6-8???

i REFUSE for you to slander my boy like this especially whilst literally using one of the worst canon things in dreamtale ever

[dismas-n-dismay]

And if I say I always imagine Asher as having just a wolf head and paws and everything else about him is normal what are y’all gonna say 😭😭 Keep in mind it’s JUST HIM I envision like this, everyone else is a normal human until they shift, Asher is just Unfortunate

[narwhalandchill]

the absence of any new fishing spots or fishies in natlan whatsoever possibly implying devs might be abandoning the system altogether for future updates is kind of hilarious to me not in the sense that id really miss it for its uhhhhhh exciting (lol. lmao, even) gameplay or anything but in terms of like. can you imagine we make it to 6.0 we finally enter snezhnaya yet somehow. the long-awaited homeland of the guy whos. Canonically in lore Easily the most famous fishing aficionado in the current day and age within his home country. a fishing celebrity even. mr. childe ajax tartaglia . released all the way back in 1.1 finally stepping foot into his peak home turf as a True famous fisherman capable of singlehandedly popularizing entire fancy gadgets just bc he happened to like them and the entire fucking population went wild for them just for that. who brings up pro fishing tips every chance he gets every time it stops raining. except turns out 6.0 in the flesh theres jack shit out there in the entire country not a single fishing spot or fishing weapon or fishing association to its name within the actual game like 😭😭 it would be so cruel

[rustbeltjessie]

Painting while listening to Patti Smith. 10/10, would recommend.

[soullesssenpai]

mentopolis hc: hunch curio wore/wears lingerine under his clothes for a while. because why not! it seemed interesting!