#repost from something i said in a discord server

[unrealisticallyyours]

it's stressful. it's terrifying. we have no idea what will become of our country and we have nowhere to go. but my mother said this to me today: today we are sad. today we are scared. but tomorrow, and every day after that until this shit is over, we are angry. we are angry they let a felon run for president. we are angry that people burned ballot boxes and intimidated voters. we are angry at the very prospect of all of this. and we will use that anger. i'm not sure how, and i'm not sure when, but we will use that anger. be scared. be terrified. but be angry and hopeful. pray and hope for something to change.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LADS Sylus: Honey Bourbon | Halloween Special

So a lot of my ideas come from suggestions in a server I'm in on discord, and when I heard someone mentioning where to bite Sylus, I was wheezing. So here we are.

❧ Pairings: Sylus x Reader ❧ Warnings: Suggestive themes, blood sucking, vampire reader ❧ Synopsis: You come home injured after a mission because you became blood starved, and Sylus decides to help you out by offering you some blood. The only catch? He gets to decide where you bite. ❧ Word Count: 3.3k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Sylus

Honey Bourbon

It was almost time for bed, something that Sylus was normally good at when it came to being on time. Adorned in his red and black robe, he showered and lounged in bed with a tablet as he went over a few dealings. Sometimes, she’d be reading a book, and sometimes, he’d find himself content with just cuddling up with you. Today, however, was a strange day. At this time of day, right as the sun was about to rise above the horizon, you’d be here. You had to be here.

Sure, the N109 zone was always shrouded in what seemed to be an eternal night, but you often were in Linkon during the night. A Linkon City Hunter, one who only worked the night shift due to your unique situation. Truth be told, Sylus hadn’t anticipated you being a vampire when he first laid eyes on you. You were the person he had been searching for, but finding you with a curse of eternal life wasn’t something he had ever thought would happen.

The curse of the sun was also something he didn’t expect you to have, but he didn’t hate it. It meant you two would go to sleep at the same time, so there was no need to make adjustments to your schedules to spend time together. It was an ideal situation, in essence.

However, it did lead to the now. Mainly as Sylus looked at the time, knowing Linkon’s sun would soon be up. He was accustomed to you messaging him when you were going to be running late, but today, he hadn’t gotten a single message from you. If he didn’t know how capable you were, he might’ve been worried. Instead, he was just…he didn’t know how he felt. He just wanted you here, in bed with him, going to sleep.

Then he finally saw you walk into the room, your hunter’s uniform disheveled and some fresh blood painted onto it. Sylus knew as well as anyone else that wanderers didn’t bleed, and he knew that you technically could, but he had never seen it.

“Darling, what happened?” Sylus asked, adjusting his position in bed. He didn’t bother getting up, not when he could see you still walking without a limp. If anything, your injuries were likely minor. He could see a few cuts on your legs, but it wasn’t anything too severe.

“It was just a particularly nasty wanderer, that’s all,” you assured him, flashing him a small grin that you hoped would be reassuring. It didn’t do anything to quell your boyfriend’s worry, though, because his eyes were now furrowed. He didn’t like it when you were lying to him like you were right now.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you injured; it’s either you fought the strongest wanderer Linkon City has ever come across, or you were careless. Which one was it?” Sylus asked, waiting for you to come up with an excuse.

Sadly, you were currently too exhausted to try and come up with another one, “I’m just in a weakened state right now; don’t worry about it,” You said with a yawn, covering your mouth. You really wanted to just crash into bed and sleep for a solid week at the moment. Sadly, you wouldn’t be able to stop the questions that Sylus had for you right now.

“I think that’s just the thing your partner should be worried about.” Sylus said, “Come here, tell me why you’re weakened right now,” he said, motioning you to come closer to him. You sighed, deciding to just approach the bed and stand at the edge where Sylus was. He hadn’t gotten up yet, which was a miracle in itself. He must’ve been just as exhausted as you were if he wasn’t coming over to you and making you undress so he could check every inch of you for injuries.

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a while,” you knew this was going to put you down a rabbit hole you really didn’t want to deal with, but there was no way he was just going to let things stand as is right now.

Sylus was silent for a few moments as if trying to comprehend what you were saying, “Sweetie, I know for a fact we have plenty of blood bags for you in the fridge. Why aren’t you drinking those?” he asked, making you heave a sigh. Here was the conversation you were wanting to avoid at all costs. The one where you knew would make him worry and probably find a solution that you really didn’t want.

“The bags of blood have chemicals in them, so they don’t coagulate.” You began, “Not only do they taste disgusting, but it can also make me a bit…sick in a sense.” As a vampire, nausea wasn’t a thing that happened often. You didn’t get sick as normal people did, but drinking things other than blood could do the trick, “It’s fine for the most part since there’s not a lot in there, but over time it builds up.” You explained it to him, and now Sylus was truly worried.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? If I had known the blood bags weren’t good for you, I could’ve just drawn blood fresh for you.” He said, watching as you sat down at the edge of the bed. Your muscles were aching right now, and you didn’t feel like standing at the moment because of how dizzy you felt. You were grateful your injuries were seen by your superior as she was coming in for work, and you were basically told to take a few days off to recover.

“Well I…I dunno…” you trailed off. You didn’t exactly want to force Sylus to do anything like draw his own blood just for you, “If I go without for a week or two, it clears up, then I can drink from bags again. I just get a bit weaker than normal when that happens.” Sylus knew you normally drank every three days, so going two weeks was definitely pushing it.

“Has your solution always been to starve yourself?” he had a bit of an irritated edge to him, not happy that you’d be willing to do something like this to yourself, “Sweetie, in your line of work, you can’t afford to be in a weakened state. You could get injured worse than you were today.” his tone now gentler as he said this.

You didn’t know what to say to this, so you instead opted to look away. You knew he was right about this, knew you shouldn’t be doing this to yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t drink from humans since you literally swore to protect them, especially after the Chronorift Catastrophe that happened a few years back. Blood bags had been your solution since they were basically invented, and starving yourself when it got too much was also a solution you had for centuries.

“How about this,” Sylus began, “Whenever you need a…tolerance break, you can drink from me.” He said, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck. You blinked owlishly for a few moments before immediately going to reject the idea.

“Sylus, remember, thrall situation?” you asked him, raising your eyebrow. You two had been over this before, the one time he asked if you’d be willing to drink from him. You had explained so thoroughly that you would make him into a temporary thrall if you did so and how you disliked it since, in that state, he wouldn’t be able to consent to things you might ask him to do.

“I’m certain I’ll be fine,” Sylus said, trying to reassure you about it. You only looked over at him, your expression essentially deadpan, before rolling your eyes and looking away. You were too tired and too sore to have this conversation. Last time, he dropped it as soon as you said you were uncomfortable with the idea, and he hasn’t brought it up since. His bringing it up months later was…you weren’t mad about it, but you certainly weren’t thrilled.

“Ya, I’m sure you would, Sy. You’d be the one person on this entire planet who would be completely unaffected by this.” You said with a huff, “You realize if I did, you’d be more doting, always having to check in on me, not wanting to leave my side, etcetera?” You tried reminding him of all the side effects you didn’t want him to have to experience.

“And that’s any different from now?” he asked with an almost smug smirk, “Don’t I already dote on you, worry about you, and do virtually anything you ask me?” you paused at his statement. He wasn’t wrong. He basically already acted like a thrall, but you guess that’s what loving somebody could do to a man. He was just so perfect all the time, always there for you; you wondered what you did during your entire existence to end up with someone as caring as he was. Despite all the harsh edges everyone else saw, you got to see the sweet side of him on a daily basis.

You took a moment, pausing as you thought about all of this, then sighed, “It’s different; you do that of your own free will. If you’re a thrall, it’ll be something you’re compelled to do. You won’t have a choice. If I say jump, you’d do it without question. Like a fog going over your mind as you do anything I say.”

“A small, temporary setback; who’s to say it’ll even last long, though?” Sylus recalled you telling him that it generally would last about a week when someone began enthralled by you biting them, “It’d a venom in you that causes it, correct?”

“That would be correct.” You said, nodding your head.

“And I heal fast, correct?” He said, and you were getting where he was coming from. He did heal abnormally fast. A gunshot to the chest could heal in a matter of seconds if he wanted it to. Expelling a venom from his body might be under the same category. You looked at him with a scowl, knowing he might actually be right on this one. If it was, well, your life just got a lot easier, but you two wouldn’t know for certain unless you actually bit him.

You heaved a sigh, knowing that if you continued to argue, it would be even longer until you’d have a chance to sleep. “Come here, drink,” Sylus said, and you felt his evol wrapped around you now. You let out a yelp at the feeling, suddenly being placed on his lap as you straddled him.

You gave him a harsh smack on the chest for that one, “Sy, you need to give me a warning.” You were scolding him now before remembering your current situation, “And I need to clean off; I’m still dirty from work, and now I’m getting you dirty.”

“I’ll need to clean off after you drink from me, so we can just take a bath together.” He said, his hands now squeezing your thighs, “Now, are you going to keep complaining, or are you going to enjoy your meal so we can both head to bed?”

“Ugh, fine,” you muttered and looked at him, “Where would you like me to bite you?” you asked, looking at his neck. It was exposed, and there had been many times you were cuddling in bed with him, just thinking about what it would be like to sink your fangs into it. His natural scent was always intoxicating to you, always drawing you in. There were times you were even drooling a little bit when pressed against him, but you always held yourself back.

“Isn’t the neck the most traditional place?” Sylus asked as he raised an eyebrow, “I’d assume you’d be drinking from there unless there were other options I didn’t know about.”

In truth, you could bite him anywhere; the venom in your fangs did a lot of things. Cause your victim to feel a sense of euphoria instead of pain after the initial bite, making them your thrall and thinning out their blood. All things that vampire had developed to make their survival easier. “It is…” you finally said after a look of conflict went over you. You could’ve told him, but you don’t think that would be the best idea, “It’s…fine. I’ll bite your neck; it’s whatever.”

“Wait a moment,” Sylus said as he watched you lean forward, “If there’s a choice, then I have somewhere in mind.” Now, your curiosity peaked as he shifted underneath you. He let part of his robe fall and then pointed at his chest, right where his heart would be, “Right here,”

If you had fresh blood in you, your cheeks would’ve been tinged a bright red at the moment as you looked at him with wide eyes, your jaw literally dropping, “Ain’t no way I’m breastfeeding from you, Sy,” you protested, causing the man to laugh, the rumble of his chest vibrating you a little with how close you were to him. “H-hey, it’s not funny!”

“You were the one who gave me the option, and I chose here,” he said, tapping the area again. You looked down at him, then quickly averted your eyes. There was no way you’d be able to calmly do that. Your thoughts already went to the gutter whenever you saw him without a shirt on; hell, even with a shirt on, it was hard to look away. Seeing him boxing and the bouncing on his heels made a sense of primal need course through you; the way his pecs literally bounced had you questioning your entire life.

“I’m taking the ability to choose back. Clearly, you aren’t good at making life decisions.” You continued to protest, feeling like you were about five seconds from exploding from the embarrassment of it all.

“Well, I thought you might enjoy it, with how often you stare at them,” he continued his relentless teasing, and you groaned and looked back at him. So he had noticed your staring, not that it was easy to hide. It would’ve been obvious with even sunglasses since you’d be so close to them just to watch them jiggle.

You decided there was really no getting out of this one and leaned closer to Sylus with a heavy sigh. Your lips brushed against his chest as you let your fangs come out, grazing them against the exposed flesh there. Sylus shivered at the sensation, letting out a small, subtle groan as you did so. “There we go, my little bat,” Sylus said, watching as you looked for the best place to sink your teeth into.

Once you found it, you pressed a kiss there; then finally, you allowed yourself to bite him. Sylus flinched from the pinch of your canines going into his skin, but it was soon replaced with a full-body euphoria that had him sighing contently under you. His body was going a bit slack as he watched you lapping at the blood that began trickling out of the open wound now. The angle was awkward for you as you couldn’t get a good suction, so you opted to just lap with your tongue, drinking in the blood as it began coming out a bit faster due to the blood thinning effect.

It was forcing you to go slower than you were used to, which would work in your favor. You didn’t have to worry about draining and killing Sylus on accident like this as you continued drinking, now closing your eyes as the taste of him exploded on your tongue. He was everything you had imagined he’d taste like, a subtle sweetness like honey but an edge with bourbon mixed in there.

“You really are like a kitten…” Sylus said, watching you lap up the blood on his chest like a kitten drinking milk. You couldn’t stop from glaring up at him, your eyes narrowed and eyebrows pinched in frustration. If he didn’t taste so damn good, you would’ve stopped drinking by now to yell at him for calling you that. If anything, he was your kitten, and he curled up on top of you at night when you went to sleep. Sylus could see the look of conflict on your face as he leaned down to leave a small kiss on your forehead, “Keep going,” he murmured against you.

Sylus brushed your hair back, making sure it was out of your face and not mingling with the sticky mess that was now on his chest. You let out a content moan as you continued drinking until you decided it was enough. You were satisfied to an extent, but if you were honest, you could probably drink every last drop of his blood and still be wanting more of him.

As soon as you were done, your tongue began licking right over the puncture wounds, watching as they closed up until little marks were left in their wake. “Well, that’s handy…” Sylus said, not knowing you could do that. You looked up at him with a happy grin plastered on your face, leaning away from him and letting out a content sigh.

“Thanks for the meal,” you said, going to wipe your mouth on your sleeve. You're not worried about getting more blood on it since the outfit was now ruined. As soon as Sylus saw the motion, he was grasping your wrist.

You gasped as he pulled you forward, his lips crashing into your own in a heated kiss. He groaned into your mouth, tasting the copper of his blood on you as some of it transfered onto his chin and lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes, savoring the brush of his tongue against your own. You didn’t even realize your fangs were still out until he pushed his tongue against it, now bleeding from there as the delicious taste filtered into your mouth. You groaned but knew you had to stop; he knew he needed some time to recover from the blood loss as you reluctantly dragged yourself away from his mouth.

“Tell me, how do I taste to you?” Sylus asked, pressing his forehead against your own now. You gave him a wobbly smile as you blinked, trying to come back down to earth after he tried to take your breath away. With his blood in your body now, a blush was finally settled in on your cheeks.

“Like honey bourbon.” You told him, causing Sylus to chuckle. You knew the taste very well, whiskey kisses were commonly shared between you two. While Sylus never drank to the point of being drunk, he didn’t mind a buzz now and then. Kissing him after having some whiskey, or even wine, was always a treat for you.

“I can think of worse things to taste like,” Sylus said, letting you lean back. The two of you were complete messes at the moment, and you’d be needing to clean both of you, but it seemed like Sylus already had other plans, “Now come on, let’s get to the bathroom. I think a nice shower is long since due.” He said, cupping your thighs from underneath you. It had you falling forward onto him as he stood up, carrying you.

“W-wait, shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you…and aren’t you woozy from the blood loss?” you asked, grabbing onto his shoulders.

Sylus chuckled as he looked at you, “I’m not dizzy enough to drop you if that’s your concern.” He said, making you huff as you looked him over, making sure he was telling the truth.

“It’s not my concern…” you muttered, “And again, I should be taking care of you right now.”

“You can wash my back then, sweetie,” he said, already opening the door to the joining master bathroom, making sure there was no room for arguments.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for posting unspecified fetish content?

I'll try to keep the exposition short. I draw and post sweat fetish content on Twitter. My account has NSFW/"adult only" warnings and I block any minors that I see. Recently, I posted a drawing of two characters exercising together; there were no explicit genitals or anything, but it still had obvious kink elements. I don't usually tag my kink art with any content warnings as it was pretty run-of-the-mill for what I post on that account. Something worth nothing is I tend to draw for one main fandom. It's a family friendly media with a good chunk of it's online fanbase being kids. The characters I draw are adults.

When I checked my notifications a while after it was posted, I noticed one of my drawings got more interactions than usual. I usually get around 100-200 likes on my art, and this one had around 400 when i checked. I saw a lot of new accounts in my notifications, too. I went through the likes on the post and, unfortunately for me, the post had breached containment and entered normie territory. At first I thought it was funny, but as I looked a bit further I saw there were minors interacting and retweeting my art onto their main, SFW accounts. Obviously not good.

So, I posted about what happened in a NSFW fandom discord server in a sort of "this weird thing happened to me and I don't know how to feel about it" way. It ended up starting a bit of an argument in there, with some people laughing it off as normies just not knowing better and others viewing it as an oversight on my end.

Anyways, after a bit of back and forth (I was just kind of watching people talk about it), a server member K replied to my original message with a multiple paragraph long message saying that what I did was dangerous. He said that hiding fetishes in SFW art is a breach of consent (which, for the record, is a sentiment I generally agree with) and claimed that what I did is the same thing groomers do to desensitize kids to sexual content. I responded by saying that I posted my fetish content to a fetish account and one glance at my profile makes it clear my art is not meant to be viewed by kids. He responded to me saying that if I was truly worried about preventing grooming, I would've taken the post down. The argument stopped there because that's when the mods stepped in, asking people to take it to DMs. I did end up deleting and reposting the drawing, but not before I saw K vagueposting about fetish mining in the fandom we're both in.

Should I be more clear when it comes to posting fetish content that isn't explicitly sexual? I honestly feel like it's an overreaction on K's part, but I do understand the anxiety around being accused of grooming. And, unfortunately, trying to "trick" people into making fetish content isn't uncommon online either, so I do get where he's coming from there. Overall, I just want to make sure I didn't do anything predatory on accident.

What are these acronyms?

[star-girl69]

OKAY LIVE UPDATES!! (ALLEGEDLY!!! xoxo pls dont sue me im js a girl)

identity theft??:

q made a fake account pretending to be a girl named saylor [her real acc is saylor.steward05 on tiktok] putting her name, face, college, etc. (that's how saylor was dragged into this)

q dragged paige into the discussion by saying that fake acct of saylor was texting paige, and that paige 'replied' saying everything abt q was fake

-> they think this is fake, since paige is on her side-quest hustle rn and likely wouldn't check her message requests from random people

-> they also think that q is attempting to use paige's name to garner support for herself

reaching out to others:

they haven't tried to reach out to anyone else on the team cause they're trying not to involve anyone else

they've attempted to reach out to maryland sheriff's dept (since q is from maryland), and they said they couldn't do anything- they then reached out to uconn's campus police and attempted to file a complaint, nothing has come of it yet

they've attempted to reach out to coaches, nothing has come of it yet

mariah dmed info abt what's happening to paige, she hasn't replied but they don't know if she's seen it cause she's on vacay and allat

-> they're not mad abt it tho cause they know she's busy and that it's also not her responsibility to handle q's nonsense

azzi's brother joined the live (azzi is suspected to b part of the secret q was leaking), she offered to let him join but said absolutely no pressure if he don't want to

-> he didn't join

q + her fam (potentially) silencing others?

the original post exposing q (on mariah's page) got taken down, they say that q was the one who got it taken down

many of the people who are co-hosting on Mariah's live are coming out to say that they got banned from going live for a while (they think q is mass reporting people to stop stuff from spreading)

q's cousin is in the live

-> mariah's cohosts + ppl in the chat are getting reported/banned off the live, they think q's cousin is potentially helping her with that?

they're wondering if q's family is dealing with things privately, but "the way her family is going about things publicly shows that they definitely aren't doing anything about it)

-> q's sister allegedly posted something Mariah abt catching a fade (I couldn't hear it super well)

other stuff q did:

she DID say something (it wasn't specified what) abt someone's dead ex-gf

q allegedly also talked shit abt her teammates to mariah when they were still talking

a girl + her friend had added q on roblox (she posted her acct. a while ago to js have fun) and they played tgt, then she made an edit and q reposted/liked/faved it, but when she went on q's live ppl were being wild in the comments so she said "y'all r doing tm" and she was blocked cause q thought she was saying that to her

-> claimed that she does have receipts (i didn't see them but it could b true)

other notes:

they're not gonna discuss the 'secret' that q dropped, cause it's obvs not their secret to tell

they're discussing if kk harvey knows about what's happening w q or not, they don't think she knows? (she hasn't made any statements if she does)

-> someone asked her abt it on lacey's live last night, but the comment wasn't acknowledged/noticed

-> talking ab how kk was VISIBLY uncomfortable during their live tgt, talking ab how q was being like 'ditzy' and saying dumbahh stuff like "oh is hockey played in a gym" n other stuff like that (imo that's not the worst??? cause ngl she might js b nervous around kk)

there's a discord server abt surviving q-diddy!! (im not joining cause im not tryna actively put myself into the situation, q aint gon get me xoxo <3)

mariah was not a minor when things went down, but a lot of people who have been reaching out to her/coming out with their own stories were minors (and q knew it)

mariah is ending the live for now, since she doesn't want to risk getting banned/getting her live privilege taken away (might move the live to ig to avoid the ban) + she's starting to cry and she doesn't want to do that on live obvs

-> she'll be back on tiktok live today @ 9pm central time (it'll b pretty late for my timezone and a girls got practice in the morning so

-> she also wants to take some time to find more receipts + recollect cause this is obvs a lot for some1 to go thru

okay long story short q has done this over and over again to a ton of other people, and has also been doing some other wack stuff, a handful of her family members have been siding w her (which obvs isnt okay) -- lets not attack all of her family until stuff is confirmed abt them tho cause they're not responsible for q's actions <3

OKAY MWAH IM SORRY THIS IS A WHOLE THESIS- HAVE A NICE NIGHT XOXO PLS DONT SUE ME Q <3

i’m gonna put this in the tags just in case anyone else wants to know the q tea lol!!!!

OH MY GOD YOURE DOINT GODS WORK let me break this down.

identity theft- oh my god making fake accounts is such a q thing to do. i definitely agree w using paige’s name to garner support, that’s definitely a smart choice ig?? lol too bad it’s fake

reaching out- ok GOOD JOB FOR TRYING TO CONTACT PEOPLE!!! i definitely think the best place to go is with the coaches rn. that is where she’s going to get the most consequences in my opinion, looking forward to updates from campus police and coaches tho

silencing people- yeah i would bet a lot of money that q is the one who got mariah’s video taken down and is mass reporting, idk the things with her family i think have to be taken slowly bc no one really knows what is happening privately. like i just can’t imagine what her family is going through rn and trying to deal w what q has done must be absolutely horrible. i hope they all get some peace after all of this- but i also hope they’re doing the right thing. if q’s cousin really is helping her ban people then that’s a big no-no, but i feel like also why would her cousin join purposely on their acc instead of some secret spam or smth??? idk that’s just me, but who knows

other stuff- i heard about the ex gf thing i’m pretty sure from the original person, i cannot remember where i saw the video but i’m pretty sure it was from someone on tumblr who has reposted it. i don’t remember what was said either tho, omg the roblox thing is crazy… blocking someone that fast who you had a good relationship w previously is like kinda mentally ill as shit lmao???

other notes- i’m so glad they’re not discussing the secret.

kk harvey- ok about them acknowledging it- this unfortunately happened on the live like the second BEFORE i started screen recording- i think someone asked if laila and kk knew about the q drama and i THINK laila responded with “there’s no q drama” or something along those lines- I COULD BE COMPLETELY WRONG SO DONT TAKE THIS AS FACT!!!! i genuinely don’t remember that well. honestly the kk and q lives (the clips of it i’ve seen) didn’t seem very predatory? just very awkward and weird. kk was obviously uncomfortable i totally agree and i think q probably could have noticed that and at the very least toned it down, q was being very “ditzy” lol but i honestly just think that was either her trying to flirt or as you said drama anon just her being nervous

queen definitely don’t join if you’re not comfortable!!!! we appreciate you watching this live and keeping us updated so much, i’m sure most of the stuff in the discord is just regurgitated from the lives but if something major does come out i’m sure we’ll all hear about it. also don’t worry about getting the live for tonight!!! i seriously appreciate you so much for this, you are truly one of god’s strongest soldiers LOL 🙏🙏

minors- yeah the fact that this now involves minors has definitely like brought this up to a level TEN… some type of law enforcement definitely needs to be involved at this point.

i think the best thing mariah can do in this situation is remain calm and not spark the flames anymore, don’t give q reasons to mass report people, her and the other victims need to collect all of their evidence and receipts and get it to someone who will know what to do- and if that ends up being the police then that’s what it ends up being.

i definitely agree w you w the stuff about her family, at the end of the day WE DONT KNOW. we don’t know anything, we don’t know what’s true and what’s fake and unless there’s concrete evidence i think everyone following along w the situation needs to take everything with a grain of salt, verify their sources, and listen to multiple perspectives of what’s going on and think CRITICALLY about all of this for just a second.

q is the only person who is responsible for her actions, and she needs to be held accountable for them.

thank you SO MUCH for this thesis i literally love you drama anon. i hope you have an amazing night and i hope q diddy doesn’t get you ❤️❤️❤️ (if anyone sues you or attacks you just send them over here bc i will FIGHT)

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Sitting in a little cozy corner of the library...

Hey hey hey it's Maddy K! Usually an author and artist but over here... I like to talk about the creative works I LIKE rather than the ones I WRITE <3

The blog where I talk about my own works is here:

Rules (same as my main blog):

Do not say hurtful things to myself or others. You never know what people are going through on the other side of the screen.

No NSFW stuff

Please do not steal, repost, or trace my work.

Everyone is welcome here as long as they don't do things to make others feel unsafe. Just be a decent human being.

For the most part the stuff I talk about is in the teen to young adult age rating (14+ to MA stuff). So like, teens are technically allowed here. That said, we're only here to talk about art and fun stuff. No personal information or weird stuff. Just follow the basic internet safety rules.

Also currently working on an Amanda the Adventurer Fantape Fic series if you wanna check that out:

Anyway here's all the media I enjoy and will probably post about here: (warning long list) (if you enjoy these shows, ask or comment so we can chat about them!)

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle (big one)

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Vocaloid

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Amanda the Adventurer

Splatoon

Apothecary Diaries

Mayonaka Punch

Frieren Beyond Journey's End

The Amazing Digital Circus

Anything mio- might- dang autocorrecd. Anything Mii related.

Speaking of mio. K-on. K-ON! K-ONNN!!!!!

So Cute it Hurts

Shojo manga

Indigo Park

Tokyo Mew Mew

Train to the End of teh World

My Little Pony G3

World's End Club

Fruits Basket

Sonic (sometimes, rarely.)

Animal Crossing (Maybe?)

Three Leaves three colors

The greatest showman

The wizard of oz

Cuphead (haven't posted but maybe will someday)

Epic Mickey (same as the first)

Kimi ni Todoke

The Girl from the other side

HOW THE HECK DID I FORGET FUTURE DELIVERY, HOW DO WE RELATIONSHIP, AND I WANT TO EAT YOUR PANCREAS (Ignore the title man it's so good).

Kodocha (someday. Someday)

Animal Land. (I have posted about this actually)

In this Corner of the World

Komomo Confiserie

Hi Score Girl

A Salad Bowl of Eccentrics

Toradora

If I forgot to mention something or got into something new then... whatever *shrugs*

[monkiestitches]

Okay so, something I kinda wanna talk about since I’ve had this convo a bit on discord in an Aphmau server and just - thought this would be something that could be an open discussion? I know it’s really obvious but I figured an open discussion would be possible for it!

So, I’ve noticed how some races in MCD are coded in certain ways. Most specifically you’d have Meif’wa who I think are meant to be Japanese coded(KC being basically the poster child for that, which is gross given how her character is…You know). And doing further research and looking at it a bit further, I think the werewolves were meant to be Native American coded? I could be interpreting wrong, but that’s been my personal speculation, I am open to other suggestions/insights on the matter!

Those being said however, it kinda gives an ick when you look into how Jess showed/represented these groups: Meif’wa’s being solely Japanese and werewolves, least in the modern era, being shown as generally aggressive and dumb - if I can recall, it was even brought up on different occasions- like in PDH how there was a law in which werewolves couldn’t fight humans when Ein got caught for beaten up Kasey, then on another occasion in Starlight by Blaze how there’s apparently some form of discrimination to werewolves in the workforce???? We were basically brought up to the notion of there being werewolf racism??? We have werewolf racism and then we have meif’wa fetishisation, like this especially being shown with Nana(or as everyone knows her As ‘Kawaii-Chan’….Yeah.) and how she’s depicted in like - the entirety of the series/Aphverse, you also have Michi who is like, less of a racist depiction? You then also have Kai. I’m not too sure if Meif’wa’s also have facial issues shown in the show asides from the clear fetishisation Jess has like she does for werewolves, but yeah, it ain’t exactly good either.

I get Jess’s writing was more so depicted for a younger audience, but that kind of makes it worse when you consider the things she’s shown(Aphmau and Aaron’s relationship in PDH, the incest between Ein and Aphmau, KC as a whole, and probably other stuff I’m forgetting).

TLDR: Jess has a weird/if not low-key racist(?) way of depicting certain races and I do hope Jess realises this and knows and learns from it.

Feel free to repost this lemme know what you guys think if you’re interested, especially if you’re someone who does rewrites! I’m genuinely intrigued on what everyone thinks about this and, say if you were to rewrite the series, how would have you gone about it?

[sheepwithspecs]

Hello! It been a really really long time since I've been on this platform so I can only assume as much for others lol 😅 but anyway I was rewatching Coco and I randomly remembered a fanfic I read that was really well written and sweet on "Imector" and the family dynamics! I looked everywhere and finally found "Echar Agua Al Mar"! But it was only repost or excerpts. I saw someone saw this was your new account so! (Sorry for the long story 😅) but

TLDR: I was wondering what ever happened to Echar Agua Al Mar? Why not put up again? I loved the story, but I understand if you just scraped bc you wanted and that's it lol

P.s I'm glad you're still writing!

Hello!

Yes, I am the writer of Echar Agua al Mar! To answer your question, I guess the easiest answer is: "I never finished it and got tired of people constantly asking when it would be finished.". It didn't seem fair to my readers to constantly say things like "probably never, to be honest", so I took the story down.

It's a very long story, but a lot of inner-fandom conflict happened in 2019/2020 within the DP-Coco fandom (both in a particular discord server and with certain people) that really disillusioned me with the fandom as a whole. I have not interacted with the Coco fandom or its fans since then, and I don't have any intentions of returning. If I do decide to re-upload any old stories in the future, it will only be as a thank you to the people who still remember my work, rather than a return to the fandom. In addition, they will be finished 100%.

That being said, thank you for remembering me and my work all these years! It makes me feel so happy to know that something I created had an impact on someone to the point that they remembered it even after it vanished from the internet. 🥹

I hope this answers your question!

[addgg-taylor]

It Was A Good Run, Everybody: An Open Letter to MTG Cardsmith

With the exception of this small segment here, and the occasional bracket making it clear I'm talking about MTG Cardsmith and not Tumblr, this post is, verbatim, a copy of a post I am making on the MTG Cardsmith Forums. I hope there's room for resolution, but I understand that may not happen, so I would like to keep this copy of my statement so that, if it's deleted over on the Forums, what I say can still be heard.

It's been years since MTG Cardsmith has received any significant front-of-house updates. When Grant left, he left a legacy that may not have been perfect, but the Forums crafted a tight-knit community that I eventually grew to call friends. [The] wonderful community has helped me through my hardest times, and despite several hiatuses brought on by personal struggles and writer's bloc, I still tried to hold [the] site close. Even after I stopped using the tools on the main site, I still ran Sagas and engaged regularly on the Forums. Unfortunately, it didn't last forever, and soon, things went silent, eventually leading to a monetization of the site, a change of ownership, and radio silence.

A few years pass. Many of us had moved on; we still kept in touch, but it was nothing most of us couldn't do offsite. It seemed like the main site was as good as dead; we still used the Forums, but we cared about MTGCS less and less, mainly using it to get more attention for our cards. Sagas steadily died, community projects were abandoned, and a lot of us branched out. In my case, I started a Discord server for my sets, starting using mtg.design (then MSE) for card design, and joined multiple other communities outside the site. I even began to contemplate making my own card game as the excitement towards MTGCS (and as a result, MTG itself) began to die, replaced by a feeling like no one was listening. And then, it happened. Suddenly, the site went down for maintenance. Despite nearly derailing the most successful Saga on the forums, the site was back, and changes were being made... but whoever's in charge now isn't here for the community. Despite engaging with them, that engagement has been... less than ideal, to say the least, with a major community member getting scapegoated by them to argue in favor of AI stealing from human artists. To add, my very first attempt to bring this to light resulted in my voice being silenced.

What did I do? I posted this message on the main site, a message from the official Discord mod, as well as a link to more context. Quite frankly, this wasn't even one of the more damning things said, and more just the specific instance where the member in question, Ranshi, was used as an example.

So, it's with a heavy heart that I do something I should have done a while ago. I don't have to be on [the] site to be with the community and express my creativity, and quite frankly as an artist, my talent doesn't belong on a platform where its community will be mistreated and suppressed. It does not belong on a site led by someone that believes reposting art for personal, nonprofit use only and crediting artists is comparable to stealing from thousands to train an AI, profiting off of it, and providing no compensation to the artists. That being said though, I'm not here to talk about if AI belongs in society, as that debate has not true answer; the facts stand, and that's as follows:

The mod in question singled out a member of our community to try and make them look bad, rather than trying to have a mature discussion or just letting things be. (Shown above)

The mod in question does not care about the moral implications of AI stealing from artists.

The mod in question disregarded a vocal majority to implement the new AI generation feature less than 24 hours after its announcement. (7+ people at the time [9+ total] argued against it before it was rolled out, and only 3 came to defend it besides the mod [2 of the people that made arguments for AI were still against it].)

The site is using a variant of Stable Diffusion. Stable Diffusion was shown to have been trained on art without permission, and made money off images generated based on that training.

If you would like to spread this message in case it's deleted, I'm sharing everything (that I can legally share) about this situation on my Tumblr.

Unless the [MTG Cardsmith] site lead releases a formal apology about this incident, makes amends to those impacted, and ceases the operation of AI on the site permanently, I am leaving the site. If I am removed or do leave, I would like all of my cards, images, and discussions from both of my [MTG Cardsmith] accounts (Tommia and AddGG) on both the main site and Forums to be permanently deleted from both the site itself and any local storage related to it. This especially includes anything of mine relating to Artful August or Stitia.

Now, given the nature of this situation, I know people certain people are going to try and pull a "gotcha" on me, to trying and find some fallacy to get me on instead of admitting that facts are facts and having a mature discussion about this. I also know the possibility of that discussion not being an option and this being instantly deleted is also an option. So, in addition, here's some added context.

AI actually isn't the main reason I'm leaving. However, the extreme stance taken on it and the use being for profit is certainly a factor.

Yes, I have used AI before. However, I changed my standing on it after factual evidence proved artists were being stolen from. I have deleted all local AI art on my system, scrubbed the AI art off any cards I've made locally, and avoid using AI when possible, even cancelling my plans to start using Photoshop.

There is a DMCA form on the site for any artist to fill out and have their art stripped from the site. With AI, this process is far harder; if someone discovers their art was used by it without their permission, it can't be dealt with so easily because the art is baked into the AI's training.

[godbirdart]

first off, i just want to say that i love your art, you are a huge inspiration to me and i love how expressive your characters are! would you have any tips for someone trying to grow a following from their art? specifically within the furry community ideally. im just not sure where to start

i hope youre having a great day!

thank you so much!!

okay i gotta preface this with: i have been doing commissions for over a decade. everything i say here i've been doing since roughly 2014, but my career as an artist didn't really Take Off and become reliable until 2019. success isn't immediate. some artists will grow faster or slower than others, not every tactic is going to apply / work for every artist; and that's okay. just keep pushing yourself and adapting and figuring out what works for You!

i’m putting this under a readmore as it got a bit long. every time someone asks me for advice on professional Anything i always write up a five page essay despite trying to bulletpoint it oof

post on multiple platforms and keep them all updated. i’m putting this one in bold because it is possibly the Most Important thing. we’re all watching twitter sinking over there, and many of my mutuals there were floundering because they hadn’t established themselves on any other social media site. i strongly recommend three or four socials minimum. my main four sites are tumblr, deviantart, twitter and toyhouse. furaffinity is also good. inkblot and artfol are new and i use them frequently as well. if you don’t like posting manually to every site each and every time you post art, Postybirb exists and is what i use to crosspost all my art to most of my socials at once.

avoid venting a lot on main. we all have frustrating days where our art isn’t getting the recognition we hoped, or we’re feeling petty about a controversial topic or the latest drama. it happens! it’s okay! however, many people just don’t like seeing dozens of negative posts on their feed. most people will sympathize, but if your negative vents are constantly clogging their dashboard they’re not gonna stick around.

shamelessly self promote yourself. reblog your own art. retweet it again. repost it. mention your other socials. we live in a world of timezones! when you post art, only a fraction of your audience is going to see it. i recommend reblogging / retweeting one to four individual pieces periodically over the course of a day and change it up each day. you can also repost your own work into photosets and title it “recent commissions” or the something like that.

don’t hide your linktrees and carrds. seriously! the amount of times on twitter i went to try and follow someone on another platform only to find they had no carrd or linktree link,, it is infuriating. put your socials link in your bio or pinned or SOMEWHERE readily at the top of your profile that’s easy to spot.

if you’re offering commissions, make a telegram channel or discord server for your announcements / openings.

post regularly. this one is a lot harder for artists that don’t make a lot of content, but posting even a status update once or twice a day can go a long way - especially if you’re on twitter with that platform’s hideous algorithm. alternatively as i said earlier, just retweet/reblog your work a few times a day and you should be good.

art trends are cool and fun and an easy way to get your work seen by others. see a “draw your sona in this outfit” meme? go, have fun with it. this one’s a bit tricky as timing is everything when it comes to ~trending~ content, so try and draw quick. that said, it’s never outdated to drawover reaction memes with your fursona.

try not to clog your socials with memes and shitposty images. this one is directed at twitter specifically. with twitter moments now gone, your media tab is the last way for people to hope to find your work organically on your profile without having to use the twitter search. they can’t get invested in your work if they can’t find it!

it’s okay to change course if you’re not vibing with where you’re headed. if you want to move onto a new aesthetic - that’s fine! you may lose some followers if they don’t click with your new vibe, but you’ll inevitably gain some new ones.

avoid frequent name changes. so many of the artists i follow have changed their brands / urls over the years that i don’t recognize them anymore.

tag your work properly. on tumblr, the first five tags on the original post are the tags your work will pop up in in the search feature. make those first five tags the Most important ones; example: #furry, #anthro, #art #fursona etc. twitter’s algo seems flip-flop if it likes tags or hates them. if you see a tag trending, repost your art in a photoset with the hashtag in the post [example: if #pokemon is trending, repost some of your pokemon fanart with the hashtag in the post body]. if the tag isn’t trending,,, i’ll be honest it’s a gamble if twitter likes your post or not at that point. i have no advice for that hell algorithm.

hosting raffles or doing a mini art request event [example: “leave a ref and i might draw your oc”] is good for traction while simultaneously giving back to the community + your audience a little!

try and reply to / like comments on your work. it’s not required per se, but it’s good to express gratitude.

engage with other members of the community. comment on other peoples work. like it. retweet it. follow other people. obviously don’t be disingenuous about it, but this is what the professionals call ~networking~

don’t compare yourself to others. this one is one you have got to keep in mind constantly. you’re going to find 17 year olds with huge followings and 30 year olds that are doing professional industry work whose level feels alien and almost out of reach. if you’re not doing as well, don’t let yourself get discouraged. we all gotta start somewhere!

related to the above point: be nice to your followers. venting on main about not having the same audience volume as others can come off as a huge middle finger to the audience you already have.

gaining a following takes time. unless you get a really lucky break, it’s going to take a lot of work and self promotion to build up your brand.

slap your name on everything. i mean it. any art you do - sign it. watermark it. people can and will share art in telegram channels and discord servers, and if the art interests someone they can easily source it back to you if your name is on it.

you can buy adspace. if you’re catering to a furry audience specifically, you can buy adspace on furaffinity pretty easily. inkblot i believe also offers adspace for artists though i haven’t looked too deep into it. this is really a “if you’re okay burning money” situation, as the huge chunkk of internet users have adblockers now and it’s a gamble if people will see or even click on your ad.

just have fun and do your own thing. you can hop on trends and draw art that caters to your audience’s tastes, but don’t forget to draw what YOU want and what YOU’RE about. Draw what makes YOU happy.

hope these help!! ;w;

[coupsie-daisies]

Old Dog, New Tricks | Bang Chan & Lee Minho

Pairings: Switch!Lee Minho x GN!Switch!Reader x Sub!Bang Chan

Genre: PWP (some plot if you look for it), Friends with Benefits

Summary: Chan is a virgin, something he desperately wants to change. And lucky for him, Minho knows just the person to help

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Afab reader (gender neutral), Talk of and Loss of Virginity, exhibitionalism and vouyerism, dirty talk, praise and degradation, oral (male receiving), threesome, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader is a cherry picker lowkey, marking, an obscene amount of nipple play, kind of oral fixation vibes, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, Chan is a little pussy drunk, Minho is kind of mean

A/N: This is a gift for @my-favorite-bangchan for the Clownracha discord server’s summer fic exchange. Hopefully you all enjoy it, and if you do, you may want to keep an eye out for more of this trio

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @sunnytaes // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies​ // @bunnypig18​ // @brownieracha​ // @ferrethyun​ // @decaffedthoughts​ // @snow-pegasus​ // 

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This fanfiction is property of @/hobi-is-golden, reposting on any platform without explicit permission is prohibited

Chan regretted spilling his guts out as soon as he closed his mouth. The air between him and Minho felt too heavy with his secrets sitting in the open. He was waiting for the teasing to come. It was an understandable enough thing to tease about, at least in his mind it was. He'd never had sex, that was Chan's biggest secret. Sure, he'd gotten close, and people seemed to assume easily enough that he had, but he'd never gotten that far. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck as the silence dragged on minute by minute.

Minho had an unreadable look on his face, which was only making Chan more anxious. He shifted in his seat, preparing to brush off his confession and change the subject just so that they'd actually be speaking about something. Before he could, however, Minho's lips quirked upwards into what could only be described as a troublesome smirk.

"You want to though, right?" He asked, as if Chan hadn't made it exceptionally clear that he was incredibly dismayed by his intact virginity. He nodded, pressing his lips together. Minho watched his hyung shift again, the nerves rolling off of the older man and making the whole room feel warm. He nodded. "Okay. I can solve your problem."

"What?" Chan asked, his expression morphing into one of shock. His stomach twisted, though he couldn't pin down why, as he looked at his friend. His entire body was flaring red hot, and he was pretty sure that if Minho kept looking at him with those pretty dark eyes he'd combust entirely, or at least break a sweat. "You're not seriously thinking-"

"I didn't mean me. I don't think you'd be able to handle that yet." He said dismissively, pulling out his phone. Chan's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and a nervous giggle snuck out of his throat. What was he even supposed to take from that? That Minho would consider sleeping with him? That Minho was...intense? He squeezed his eyes shut, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling instead of the man sitting opposite him.

"What, um, what did you mean then?" He asked, flinching at the way his voice tried to crack. He snuck a glance at the other man who was still scrolling on his phone.

"I mean I know somebody who would be willing to help. You trust me, right? That's why you told me in the first place." Minho didn't say it like he was asking a question, he said it like he knew. Which, Chan supposed, he probably did. There was hardly anyone in the world that he trusted the way he trusted Minho.

"Right. Yeah, I trust you. Just...don't do anything stupid."

"You think Channie hyung is hot, right?" Minho asked, his naked front pressed up tight to your bare back. You hummed, barely awake as you tried to find your words again.

"Yeah, Channie is hot. He has nice arms." You hummed, turning to look over your shoulder at him. "Why? I thought you didn't wanna share."

You were teasing him, though you generally were. Minho grumbled, but you could see the curve of his smile before he tucked his head against the back of your neck, kissing your shoulder. You practically purred, melting back into the comfort of your sheets. Minho's fingers traced circles against your lower stomach as he peppered kisses against your skin.

"Well, I was talking with him the other day, and he shared something interesting." He murmured. You reluctantly pulled yourself away from him enough to roll onto your back.

"Interesting like what?" You asked him, finally meeting his eye. He propped himself up on his elbow.

"He's a virgin," He said. You perked up a little, more awake now.

Interesting, indeed. You never would have pegged Chan as a virgin. I mean, he was breathtaking and he didn't even have to try, not to mention how many people were endlessly throwing themselves at him. Of course you knew his self esteem issues would take their toll, but nevertheless you didn't expect that he'd be missing out in that category.

"And he wants to have sex. Thought you might want to help him out." Minho said, pulling you close to him again and laying down properly. You snuggled closer, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breaths, the quiet beat of his heart in his chest. You traced your fingers in tiny figure eights on his chest and closed your eyes.

"Do you want me to?" You asked. He was quiet for a minute before you squeezed his waist tight. "Min, if you don't want me to, you know I won't."

It was hard to put into words whatever it was that you had going on with Minho. You'd known each other since you were 19, always being close and having a special sort of bond that other people never fully understood. It was only a matter of time before your relationship naturally progressed into something more. You did everything together, shared parts of yourselves that you were never comfortable sharing with anyone else, and eventually kisses on his cheeks and skinship shared only with you turned into easy kisses goodbye, and kisses good morning turned into you being the first person he ever had sex with.

You both seemed to fit each other in ways nobody else did, filling empty spaces that were hard to fit sometimes. You never labeled it, never properly laid claim to each other, but you both knew that you were something much more than fuck buddies. You were soulmates, you told him all the time. Even without the labels, it was clear that you were exclusive, Minho wasn't one for sharing you'd learned, and you were more than happy for it to be just the two of you. So this implication, this blatant suggestion, was surprising. And, if you were entirely honest, it made something nervous and unpleasant twist in your chest.

"I trust you. And I trust him." He said after a minute. You could see that there was more he wanted to say, so you waited patiently, keeping your head rested on his chest. He had a hard time opening up at all, and you found that it was harder to keep him talking when he had to watch you react. He got in his head, you figured, and you didn't see any reason to put that kind of pressure on him. "I don't want to lose you, but I don't think that would happen with him, right?"

His voice was quiet, and affection warmed you from tip to toe. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"That's never gonna happen no matter what. Who would keep you in line with me gone?" You teased him. Then you continued. "But no, I don't think anything would go badly if I did this. Not with me, and not with him. But you've never wanted to let anyone else have me before, why now?"

He shifted, and you smoothed your hand up his arm, silently trying to keep him grounded with you.

"He's the only one I wanna share with. He...It's just different with Channie hyung."

You were starting to get an inkling of an idea as to what he was getting at, and if you were right, you wouldn't expect it to come out anytime soon.

"He deserves it, I guess." He said. You could tell that it wasn't exactly what he'd been intending to say, but you figured it was true. If anyone deserved to have a good first time, it was Chan. You nodded, snuggling close and closing your eyes.

"Yeah, I'll do it. As long as you guys want me to." You kissed his shoulder again. "We can talk about it later, yeah? You're tired."

He made a quiet grumbling sound, something that you could only assume was him whining about you telling him what to do. But he reached over, clicking off the lamp on your bedside table and holding you while you dozed off in his arms.

"What?" Chan asked, staring dumbly at his friend who stood in front of him in his apartment. You stood behind Minho, not looking nervous but certainly looking like you were trying to stay out of things. Nevertheless, Chan's eyes found you, an exasperated, pleading look on his face. "I mean, you can't just spring something like that on someone."

"Come on, hyung, it makes sense. I told you I had an idea, didn't I?" Minho raised his eyebrows like the solution had seemed obvious. You brushed your hand against his arm, not quite holding him but letting him know that it was your turn.

"Channie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But Min told me that you wanted to lose your virginity, and I'm more than happy to help. But if you're not ready-"

"It's not that!" Chan blurted out quickly, a pretty shade of red creeping up his neck as he tried to figure out how to navigate this situation. He was already nervous talking to you in the first place, and now you were standing in his living room talking about sleeping with him, and with Minho standing right there no less. He cleared his throat and blinked hard a couple times like that would clear the stars that seemed to be fogging his field of vision.

"What is it then?" Minho huffed, sounding annoyed at how long the arrangement was taking, but you knew he was more worried about messing up his relationships, you could see the anxiety tensing his shoulders.

"It's...It's you," He said, looking at you and tossing his hands out like that answered all your questions. You tipped your head, a little pout pulling at your lips. You didn't want to assume the worst, but it stung the way he said it. "I mean, you and him are...you guys don't see other people or anything, and I don't want to make anything weird with...anyone."

You laughed then, stepping forward to tentatively touch his hand. He froze a little when you did, and he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but all that came out was the sweetest little sigh, his eyes fluttering for a second like you'd done much more than hold his hand.

"We wouldn't be offering if it would be weird, baby." You purred, sliding your hand up his forearm, lingering at the curve of his bicep. "Do you think Minho shares with just anyone?"

You were close to him now, and he could smell the shampoo you used, the hint of Minho's cologne lingering on you, no doubt from being tucked into him all morning. Chan swallowed, and shook his head just a little, just enough to let you know that he wasn't entirely braindead.

"Honestly, hyung, theyve wanted to fuck you for ages. Thought they’d ask first, but I had to offer it." Minho kept his distance, leaning his shoulder against the wall to watch the way you traced over the exposed skin of his arms, up to his shoulder, bared in the cut-off shirt he was wearing. Chan nearly jumped out of his skin at the information, looking at you, then back at Minho.

"Are you guys sure about this? You actually wanna do this?" Chan asked, his voice softer now. You nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than you meant to, and Minho hummed his agreement.

"Please, Chan," You half whined, taking both of his hands and guiding them towards your waist. When they landed on your body, he tugged you closer, though neither of you were sure if it was instinct or desperation. You smiled, peeking back at Minho for a minute, but he looked more relaxed than he had a moment ago, so your attention was turned quickly back to Chan. You reached up, sliding a hand into his hair and guiding his head so you could press your lips to his.

The kiss started slow, and you had half a mind to ask if he knew how to kiss or if you should teach him that too, but then his lips were chasing yours, soft and plump and dragging you into the current of this kiss. You parted your lips, your tongue seeking entrance into his mouth, dragging along the plush of his bottom lip and eliciting the most delicious whine you'd ever heard in your life.

He was less hesitant now, his hands wandering down to knead at your hips and pull you tighter against his front as you indulged in mapping out his mouth, memorizing the taste of him. It was slow, deep, and you caught his lip in your teeth when you pulled away for a breath. You hardly left any space between you, kissing down his jaw, his throat, nipping where his neck sloped into his shoulder and listening to the hitch in his breath.

"Let's move this to the bedroom before your knees give out, yeah baby?" You hummed, giggling at the flustered look on his face. He peeked over your shoulder, and you turned to look back too. Minho had moved, sitting on the arm of the couch and watching you with dark eyes. He shifted under your gaze, eyes darting away like he hadn't been watching, and you huffed a laugh. "Enjoying the show, pretty boy?"

He nodded slowly, one of his hands moving to rest over the slowly growing bulge in the front of his jeans, and you nuzzled your nose against Chan's pulse, pressing a few messy kisses into his skin.

"He likes watching, but he doesn't like to share. Makes so much sense, hmm?" You asked, kissing and sucking back up his neck before catching his lips in an all too chaste kiss. Chan could barely form coherent thoughts, swallowing hard and chasing after your lips with a needy huff. "You like it too, don't you? Can feel it,"

You slid your hands down, over the fabric of his shirt and noting the dips of his chest and stomach before they stopped at his waistband. Then, ever so slowly, one hand dipped lower, brushing against the sizable tent in the front of his pants. He hissed, tipping his head back and taking a couple deep gulps of air. It was pathetic the way he'd gotten hard just from kissing you, from feeling Minho watch him. He'd never realized he liked that sort of thing. But what was even more pathetic was the way he wholeheartedly feared he'd blow his load in his pants if you kept teasing him like this.

"You do like it, right Channie-ah?" You asked, pulling away with a faux pout. He nodded a little more frantically then, not wanting you to go too far. "Don't mind if he comes with us, right? Watches you fuck me for the first time?"

"Don't mind," He repeated in a half whine, his face going even pinker than it had been moments prior. You smiled, looking back to Minho.

"What do you say, Min? Wanna come watch us play?" You asked. Minho breathed out a chuckle, standing up to follow you as you led Chan back towards his bedroom. You nudged Chan back towards the bed, watching as his knees gave out and he sat down at the edge of the bed. You motioned with a hand for him to scoot backwards, which he did before you straddled him, settling on top of his thick thighs with a smile.

"Okay, we're gonna take it slow, yeah baby? And you're gonna tell me if you want me to stop, and I will. No judgement, I want this to be good for you. Gotta make sure your first time is one to remember, right wolfie?" Your voice reminded him of a cat, practically purring, your words humming in your chest before tumbling out against the skin of his neck as you pressed long, slow kisses along it. More like a lion, maybe. You felt him shiver at the name, a swell of pride rising through you. He nodded. "That's a good boy. Such a good listener aren't you? Do you wanna kiss me, Channie?"

His hands finally settled at your hips, squeezing the flesh as if trying to keep himself from going entirely insane right then and there. You kissed his jaw, over his cheek, his chin, carefully avoiding the touch of his lips. He huffed, dipping his head to catch your lips with his. You considered reprimanding him for not asking for what he wanted, but the way he chased your kisses was too endearing to discourage. So you tangled your fingers into his hair and let him lead the kiss, testing where he'd steer things. After all, you were the one with the experience, but he was the one you were here to please.

The kiss was long, slow, but certainly not passive. He was good at this part, you must admit. You let your hands slide along his arms, not so subtly feeling up the muscles he worked hard for. When you were breathless and aching to feel more than the flex of his biceps under your fingertips, you pulled away, admiring how pretty his lips were like this, swollen and pink and glossy from the kisses.

"Can I take your shirt off?" You asked, hands finding the hem of his black t-shirt and dipping underneath, tracing just above his waistband and feeling his stomach tense at the light, ticklish sensation. He nodded, and you wasted no time in pulling his shirt off and casting it aside. You hoped it had ended up somewhere vaguely near the laundry hamper but it was hard to say for sure.

You flushed with heat at the sight in front of you, his toned chest and stomach, and the way he turned pink at the attention you were flooding over him. You hummed, dragging your fingers down the ridges of his abs, then back up to the curve of his pecs.

"Fucking knew you were hiding something amazing under those hoodies and shit." You mused, pushing at his shoulders until he took the hint and fell backwards. You kissed him again, distracting him as your hands mapped out the feeling of him. A feeling you could definitely get used to. You made a mental note to bring that up with the boys after all was said and done.

You pulled away from his lips again, sliding down so you could mouth over his collarbone, suckling a pretty mark there and making a contented noise when he moaned. The sound was pretty, so broken already and you looked up to meet his eye before moving down to leave another on his chest.

You took your time there, searching for the spots that made him hiss or groan or buck his hips up against your tummy. Eventually you gave in, swirling your tongue around one of his nipples. The strained moan he released sent arousal pooling between your thighs. Chan covered his mouth with the back of his hand, turning ever so slightly away so he wasn't looking at you directly. You pouted, sitting up and brushing his hand away before firmly turning his chin back so he was looking at you.

"Did I say you could muffle those pretty sounds?" You asked, still pouting at him. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, getting cut off when you tweaked one of his nipples, thumbing over it and bringing another pretty sound out of him. "I don't remember telling you that, so let's get that hand out of the way before I have to tie them up, okay?"

"Okay," He managed, eyes blown wide with lust. You smiled then, patting his cheek gently and tugging at his bottom lip with your thumb, watching the way his mouth opened with hesitation. God, you were gonna ruin this man if it was the last thing you did.

"Good boy," You hummed, dipping your head to suck the other nipple into your mouth, giving it the same attention that you'd just given the other, tugging at it with your teeth until he finally gave in and let out a pretty whine. You smiled then, continuing your path down his front, sucking and nipping at his stomach and leaving another hickey against his hip, thumbing over it once you were satisfied.

When you looked up, you were met with desperate eyes and an adorable pout as he watched you. You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his pants, toying with the fabric as you sat back.

"Can I take these off?" You asked.

"Yes, please." He answered, and you felt your chest tighten with pride at how quickly he'd eased into answering you, pretty manners and all. So you didn't tease him anymore, undoing the button on his pants and tugging them off of him so he was left in only his underwear. You stood up, though not overly thrilled with the space between the two of you now. "Let's make this a little more even,"

You pulled off your top, tossing it aside, then shimmied out of your jeans so you were left in the matching bra and panty set that you'd picked out for the occasion. Chan sat up on his elbows, and you could swear he looked like he was gonna pass out on you. You did a little spin, making sure to show him all of your best angles.

"What do you think? Like it?" You asked as if you'd shown him any old outfit instead of the sexiest set you could find in your closet. His tongue drew over his lips and he nodded.

"Look so pretty. Can't believe I'm actually seeing you like this," He mumbled, sitting up properly and shifting to alleviate some of the discomfort his raging hard on was causing him. You beamed, glancing over at Minho who had settled himself in Chan's gaming chair. He wasn't undressed yet, but the hand stilled over his bulge told you that he wasn't too far from giving in and telling the both of you to hurry things up.

"Do you think about me a lot, wolfie?" You asked, returning to the bed and kneeling beside him. "Have you imagined it? Fucking me, I mean?"

His attention quickly flicked over to his friend, a look of worry flashing over his face at the question before he looked back at you. You tutted gently.

"I didn't ask Minho, I asked you. He won't be mad if you wanna fuck me, he was the same way. My pretty, pining boys. Besides, he doesn't mind sharing with you. Bet he could teach you everything you wanna know, help you learn to take care of your partner the way you wanna." You traced your fingers along the dip of his pecs, tipping your head. "So, I'll ask you again. Have you imagined fucking me before?"

"Yes," He admitted finally, and you watched him swallow. You pecked his lips in silent praise.

"What did you imagine?"

"What?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make sense of your oh-so-simple question.

"You heard me. Tell me what you fantasize about. Can't take care of you if I don't know what you want." You said. He nodded, eyes flitting back and forth to avoid looking at you directly.

"Think about touching you. Playing with your nipples, or fingering you." He said, and you nearly cooed at how damn cute he sounded.

"Do you wanna touch?" You asked, already reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. His lips parted, and you half wondered if he'd start drooling, but you didn't want to tease him, so instead you shucked off the fabric and guided one of his hands up to knead at the warm flesh of your tits. He stiffened for a moment, but then he relaxed back against the bed, caressing your skin carefully, like he was afraid you'd break. You didn't rush him, letting him find his own pace and watching him with what you could only imagine to be a predatory gleam in your eye.

His touch was careful, and he shifted enough to bring his other hand up, calloused skin exploring sweet, smooth breasts. When his thumbs skimmed your nipples, you let out a sigh and he felt them harden under his touch. He took that as an invitation to try again, flicking his thumbs over them, and eventually gaining the confidence to pinch them lightly, revelling in the way you moaned for him, soft and airy and barely there, but it sent his head reeling.

"Can I put them in my mouth?" He asked, chewing on his bottom lip and still entirely fixated on your tits. You nodded, straddling his lap again and letting him do as he pleased.

The way his tongue swirled around them, hesitant at first, then more confident as he got a feel for it was so much like what you'd done to him, which was, you realized, exactly what you liked. You tipped your head back, dragging your fingers through his hair and murmuring praise as he switched to the other side.

You tried not to let the feeling get the best of you, but you couldn't help the way your hips slowly rolled into his, searching for some sort of relief from the aching throb between your legs. You were drenched, and you wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet patch on him when you finally moved. Then your clit was dragging right over the line of his cock, and you hissed out a broken moan. His breath hitched, teeth dragging over your sensitive, overworked nipple and you nearly shivered in his lap.

"Sorry, baby," You mumbled, but he didn't speak, his hands finding your hips and pulling you to do it again, the slow, deliberate roll of your hips into his, and both of you shared in your moans this time, seeking out a pace that would relieve the tension both of you were building. You let him lead it, pressing a hand back against his thigh, the other on his shoulder as you ground your hips against his.

Chan wasn't holding up nearly as well as you were, his eyebrows furrowed together in what almost looked like pain, a desperate attempt to keep from flying off the deep end. You were sitting in his lap, you were grinding on his cock and you were soaking through your panties, he could feel it, and it was driving him insane. He noticed the signs too late, the desperate clawing feeling of his end, and his eyes shot wide. He didn't have time to warn you, nor the self control to stop himself.

You stilled at the nearly agonized groan he let out, letting him ride out the high you'd been watching him chase, and marveling at how pretty he was when he came, the bliss painted all over his face and his chest heaving, sweat beading along his hairline. You were gonna fucking eat him alive. You leaned down, kissing his neck and flicking your tongue along his pulse.

"Fuck," He whined, both arms coming up to cover his face. You pouted, trying to pry them away only to be stopped by his sheer strength. You huffed then, kissing his chest and arms and the underside of his jaw.

"Wolfie, lemme see you." You said gently, though it wasn't to be mistaken for a request, and it was clear that Chan could tell by the way his arms slowly fell away from his face. He was beet red, eyes actively avoiding meeting yours. "Why are you embarrassed? Wasn't the point to have fun and feel good? It felt good, right? Looked like you were having a good time, sounded like it too."

You knew it was a little bit cruel to tease him the way you were, but you couldn't help it. It was all true, after all. And you wouldn't even attempt to say that you were off-put by the fact that you'd made him cum too soon. Just meant he'd be even more sensitive when you fucked him later, even prettier to listen to and watch and -- fuck you were getting off track.

"I didn't mean to...I should have tried harder." He mumbled. You pouted, dragging him into a kiss and soothing your tongue over his bottom lip as if to ease the mental blow he'd taken.

"No, baby, you're amazing." You promised, brushing his hair from his forehead and tracing his face. "It was cute, I liked it. I can prove it to you if you need it. Just because you came doesn't mean you've done something wrong. Don't think like that, okay?"

He didn't seem entirely convinced, but his shoulders were relaxing, and you continued brushing your fingers along his cheek and across his jaw.

"How about this. You can make me cum now, and then I'm sure by the end of it you'll be ready to go again and you can fuck me for real." You offered, and if it weren't for the sincere pep in your voice, Chan probably would have found a way to melt into the bed and disappear.

"Okay, yeah. I can try."

"No trying," Minho said. When the both of you looked over, he'd stripped down to his boxers, stroking his hand along the outline of his dick. "You'll make them cum. I'll show you if I have to, but you can't miss out on that."

You laughed, rolling off of Chan's lap to lay beside him and wiggling your panties down your hips. You could feel the fabric stick to your folds, soaked in your arousal and probably Chan's cum too. Once they were kicked off the bed, you spread your thighs open and looked at Chan, silently inviting him between them.

He was still flushed, though the dark look in his eye was back and his teeth had caught his bottom lip again. He sat up, flinching at the uncomfortable feeling of soiled boxers. You frowned.

"Here, why don't we take those off. Can't be very comfy." You offered. He hesitated, fingers toying with the waistband. "Nobody is gonna judge you. You don't have to if you don't want to. This is about making sure you have a good time."

The reassurance was enough, and he was quick to strip down with you. He wasn't fully hard, but you were already eyeing his cock, thinking about how he would feel once you'd gotten him rock hard again, how it would feel if you could get him inside of you. The thought alone made your pussy clench around nothing, something that Chan managed to catch sight of just as he shuffled to kneel between your legs. His lips parted, face alight with awe as he looked at you, wet and begging to be full of something. And it was because of him? He swallowed.

"You said you wanted to finger them, right?" Minho asked. He stood up, all lean muscle and laid back confidence. "Do you know how to do it?"

"I mean yeah, I know how," Chan said. He clearly tried not to sound defensive, but the quickness in his response gave him away. "I mean, I've seen it. In videos and shit."

"It's basically like that." You said, sliding a hand between your legs to lazily circle your clit and release some of the pent up desperation you were battling. This was a learning experience.

"Here, take your hand and feel how wet they are," Minho nudged his hyung's wrist towards your core, and Chan listened ever so obediently. He slowly dragged one finger through your folds, watching the way your stomach tensed and you fought the urge to follow his touch. His finger came away glistening, and he stared at your juices on his skin like he'd never seen anything like it. "Keep touching like that. They like it slow at first, really get them worked up."

You wanted to hush him, tell him that you were supposed to be the one teaching Chan what to do, but when it came to making you feel good, you figured nobody could teach it the way Minho could. Then Chan was running his finger through your folds, just barely brushing against your clit before he was gliding it back down again. You hummed, and you hoped it sounded as much like encouragement as you wanted it to, but you were busy basking in the sweet relief that came with finally being touched.

"And right here," Minho leaned closer, pressing up behind Chan to guide his hand up, gliding the older man's finger effortlessly over your clit. You moaned, a half gasp really, and Chan tried to pull his hand away -- nerves no doubt -- but Minho kept him where he was, showing him how to circle the bundle of nerves just the way you liked. "Could make them cum like that if you wanted. Just rub it a little faster. Yeah, just like that,"

The tone of Minho's voice made Chan shiver, something that the both of you could feel with how close you were pressed up to him. Chan did as he was instructed even once Minho's hand moved away to knead at the sensitive flesh of your thighs.

"You wanna listen to them, watch how they react. You'll get a feel for what's good that way." Minho left a sharp slap to your thigh and you keened. "See? They like it a little rough, but they're bossy. Not that you mind that, do you?"

Minho had that shit-eating grin, and you glared at him as well as you could with Chan already pushing you closer to your first orgasm of the night.

"Minnie," You whined, "Be nice to him. He's being so good for me, why can't you ever be good and listen to me like our Channie?"

Chan stopped at the name, picking up his careful attention to your clit once he regained his composure. Minho simply made a face at the idea of being well-behaved. You think he was going to talk back, but instead he turned his attention back to Chan.

"Take your hand like this," He showed Chan, flipping his hand over and extending one of his fingers, folding his own hand flat against his before guiding them back to your leaking hole. "Gonna slide them down and you can feel how easy they suck them in."

You cussed under your breath at the feeling of their fingers sliding into you together, the stretch already more than you'd had all day, and the fact alone that it was both of them trying to get you off made you clench around them.

"Ease up, baby," Minho hummed to you, and you huffed out an annoyed breath, willing yourself to relax. Once you did you were quickly rewarded with the feeling of Minho pumping their fingers into you, showing Chan exactly where to curl up into the spongy patch and earning him another breathy string of praise.

Minho pulled his hand back, and Chan didn't hesitate to add a second finger of his own, repeating the process and admiring the way your hips rocked up into his touch, chasing everything that he was giving you.

"Faster, Channie," You urged, and he obliged, pumping his fingers into you faster, hitting a little deeper. Minho put his hand back, swirling sharp shapes against your clit, and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes were squeezed shut so tight you were seeing starbursts, and Chan was beginning to find his confidence with every pull of his fingers.

"Feel good?" He asked, and you didn't see him smile when you nodded. "God, you're so tight around my fingers. Can barely move them,"

He sounded so wrecked and he wasn't even inside you yet.

"So good with your hands, wolfie, my good boy. Just like that, gonna cum," You nearly sobbed, head swimming at the intensity of the wave washing over you before you were entirely lost to the pleasure, a long, high moan filling the room as the two men pushed you into orgasm. Chan's fingers slowed, still curling up to milk you through it while Minho slowed his ministrations to a stop. When they both brought their hands away, strings of your cum coated their fingers.

"You should taste. They're so sweet." Minho said casually, and Chan's head turned to him so fast it may have given him whiplash. Minho held his two fingers up to Chan's lips, pressing against them until the older of the two finally accepted them into his mouth. You watched Minho swirl his fingers in Chan's mouth, and the way Chan's jaw worked as he sucked on them. The sight had you already aching for more again, and you tried to squeeze your thighs together only to be stopped by Chan's hips tucked between your thighs.

"Can you fuck me now, pretty boy?" You asked sweetly, reaching down to brush your hand over his hip, tracing the line of his hip bone, down so you could wrap your hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply at the feeling, and you remembered that he'd never been touched like this by anyone else. You pulled your hand away, collecting your cum on your fingers and using it to let your hand glide easier over his length, stroking him slowly and brushing your finger across the tip of his cock, watching his eyes flutter and his adams apple bob in his throat. "Please, baby. Wanna feel you inside so bad, let your stretch my pussy out just for your cock."

He groaned, his hand catching your wrist and knocking your hand away.

"Condom," He said, and Minho moved to the side table to find one, opening the package and taking a minute to roll it onto his hyung's cock himself. Chan was still so sensitive to the touch, trying not to squirm too much as Minho gave him a solid few strokes.

"Now you can go ahead. Slide in slow, they'll need to adjust. You're a little bigger than me." Minho guided him, half behind Chan as he reached to nudge your thighs open further. Chan nodded, carefully guiding his cock to press against your eager entrance. You bit back an impatient whine. You didn't need to adjust, didn't even care if he split you in half, just wanted him to be inside you already.

But you were patient, letting him press slowly into you and listening to the little 'fuck' he let out at the first taste of your velvet walls wrapping around him. He was big, you had to admit, not as long as Minho but thicker and stretching you enough to give you the burn you loved so much. You tipped your head back against his pillow and sighed out as he nudged a little deeper, brushing against your g-spot and sending that flipping, rushing feeling through you.

"Please, Channie," You nearly pouted, trying to wrap your legs around his hip and pull him deeper only to be stopped by Minho.

"Greedy. It's his first time, let him enjoy it. He might cry if he busts too soon again." Minho said, pushing your legs open again and you made a sound somewhere between a groan and growl. But your begging had brought Chan back to reality, or maybe it was Minho's teasing, but he didn't waste any more time. He pulled out nearly all the way and you whined, but then he was burying himself to the hilt, filling you up more than you had expected. You arched off the bed, the breath punched out of your lungs.

"Oh god," You half giggled, "You're so big. Should have let you fuck me ages ago."

Chan squeaked out a thank you and giggled so cutely that you wanted to eat him alive. When your hips started to grind into his, desperate to feel him moving, he pulled his hips back and bottomed out again, falling into a steady pace of strong, deep thrusts that had your toes curling.

The room was filled with sounds, the slick sound of Chan's cock absolutely rearranging your guts, and the pretty grunts and moans he was giving you with every thrust mingling with your praise and senseless begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, give you more, and the sound of Minho telling him just what you liked while he jerked himself off in time with his friend's thrusts into you.

"Fuck," Minho hissed as Chan reached down to stroke your clit, messy circles in time with his hips that sent you careening once more towards the end. "They're gonna cum, you ready?"

Chan nodded, not taking his eyes away from the sight of you sucking him in and clenching around him, creaming the base of his dick and so far gone in letting him fuck you that you couldn't even form full sentences. He was more than ready, his second orgasm begging to rip through him and being held back by sheer power of will. He wanted to see you cum on his cock first. He had to.

"Come on, baby," He urged you through gritted teeth. "Please, wanna feel you cum. Please,"

He was a mess, nearly whimpering as he pulled you closer by your hips, dragging them up his thighs and making his cock hit even deeper. You didn't have a millisecond to think before you were gone, nails finding purchase against the muscle of his back as you cried out his name. And the sound was so goddamn sweet, Chan knew he'd never be able to think about anything else when he jerked off now, knew that nobody else was gonna compare when he'd finally gotten a taste of fucking you.

The sound of his name and the way you were squeezing around him like a vice was the last straw. He buried his face in your neck, groaning and cursing as he came into the condom. He stayed there a moment, nose tucked against your neck, breathing the scent of your moisturizer while you stroked your fingers along the scratch marks you left on his skin.

When he got up, he pulled out carefully, and you watched his face contort, though you weren't sure if it was from overstimulation or the agony of having to separate from you. Either way, he got up, tying off the condom to throw in the garbage. By the time he'd come back, you were shifting off the bed and onto your knees in front of Minho. You opened your mouth for him, letting him tap the head of his cock against your waiting tongue and easily sliding down the length of it.

You closed your eyes, letting his hand in your hair guide your pace. His grip was tight enough to sting, but all it did was make you more desperate to taste him. You gripped at his thigh, pressing closer until his cock was nudging at your throat and making your eyes water and your throat convulse around him, but you swallowed carefully, took a few slow breaths through your nose before he pulled you back up again. You looked at him through teary eyes and he laughed. He turned his head to look at Chan who was standing there in awe, his spent cock trying so hard to perk up again at the sight.

"Fucking look at this pretty little whore. Already came twice and they're still so cock hungry." Minho grunted, guiding your head and fucking into your mouth. "Fuck, you're so amazing."

You looked up, blinking and letting the tears streak your cheeks the way you knew he loved. The sound of you gagging on his dick was drowned out by his filthy mouth running free, calling you all the names in the book with the most disgustingly adoring tone possible. Finally he gave your hair a tug, dragging you off his cock and holding you in place while he stroked himself. You sat pretty the way you always did, tongue out and eyes locked on him until he was coming, letting it shoot across your chin, onto your awaiting tongue, up across your nose. When he was finished, you leaned forward, flicking your tongue over the tip of his dick to catch the last few drops of cum. He laughed to himself, murmuring something about how you shouldn't wear makeup when you could wear his cum instead, turning your chin to Channie to show off how good you looked.

Chan stared at the sight, the way your smile lit up your face as if you hadn't just been sucking his best friend's dick like your life depended on it, as if you didn't have someone else's seed on your face, as if you hadn't just ruined him forever. But he smiled, and he told you how pretty you were while a blush spread across his face, and he admitted to himself that he'd be perfectly fine being alone forever if it meant having this night burned in the back of his mind.

"Think they can go again, Channie hyung?" Minho asked.

Yeah, he was a goner.

[caramelstarlight]

Tysm!❤️

I realized I have reached 300+ notes! Tysm for those following me and appreciating my posts. Dw! I’ll be finishing that one dragon cookies request I have. It’s almost finished!(if your that person who requested it)

As you can tell, I ADORE and am OBSESSED with Tighnari from Genshin! <3 (No joke, 40% of my time is Devoted to this man alone.)

So… I’ll give you a little Spoiler for “Two Words, One Heart.” My Tighnari X Kitsune Reader.(Again, TYSM Etheries for helping me think of the titles and names for certain chapters Eeee!!)

(Tysm to fallingdownhell as well (didn’t mean to rhyme Woah) as they may work on this too! If they do I may link it onto “Two Worlds One Heart” Masterlist with their permission.)

(If you want to help me with this story, LMK! You’ll be added to my Discord Server if you have discord. Sorry if i haven’t asked you if you wanted to join the discord!)

My works are only on wattpad and tumblr, if you see any reposts that’s not on tumblr please report it as they most likely didn’t get my okay to do so.

Spoilers under the cut <3

This story will have 5 endings! Yes you heard me right. 5 whole endings. The story may focus on the most logical ending but don’t worry. There will be hints of other endings.

I’m in the works of chapter 1 as I finished the Prolouge! Please go check it out! 1,500+ words.

Chapter 1: “Trip to Liyue”

*Timeskip*

“Why is Beidou keen on drinking right now?” You asked as you both watched her down a bit of wine. “She can drink a lot as much as she wishes. But to be telling the truth I didn’t expect her to do so currently.” Kazuha replied before looking back towards the sea. “Anyways, what do you do on these trips Kazuha? I rarely see you off this ship or you’re in liyue.” You asked curious of the man’s ways to past time.“Well I usually make poems in my spare time. Sometimes I’m playing the leaf, do you think I should add more ways to deal with time?” He asked, waiting for your input. Facing your direction.“Well I-I umm.” You said as you thought of a way to phrase what’d you’d try to say towards the Kaedehara. “Let me put it like this. What else do you find Fun that I might find fun? I know we both have a fondness for reading as you make poems while I help publish books.” “Well maybe we can do something that you find interesting.” He suggested putting one hand on his hip as he watched your tail swish slowly.”Oh! I know. What about Genius-Invokation TCG!” You said using a finger to show you remembered.

(Like faruzan is always doing. I swear if you thought of us flipping him off I would never.)

“What’s Genius-Invokation TCG?” He asked, one hand on his chin as he tried to reminisce about hearing it, to no avail he couldn’t.”It’s a card game! I could teach you how to play. You can borrow one of my decks. I’m sure you heard beidou and the crew talk about it. Right?” You asked, your direction of view going towards the captain for a brief moment.

She seemed to be dueling someone at the moment. “you see those two? They’re both playing it. We can go watch their match real quick and then I can show you how to play. It’s super exciting to watch! The tables can turn at any moment!” You said, turning your view back to him. Letting them process what you had told.

“I’ll admit you do have good taste Y/N, it does look fun and enjoyable from here, seeing the expression of both of them they seem to be enjoying it.” The Kaedehara stated considering the offer.

“Alright I’ll watch with you. I admit I’m very curious of new things and this is new.” He said as you both went up the stairs watching the duel play out.

Alright! I think I may have did too much of a spoiler… so I’m ending it here! <3

[altosys]

alright. fdc is dogshit and it's about time someone said it. (tw: ableism, grooming)

To introduce myself, hi, I'm Electra, frequent fronter in the Alto System. I split off of the former host, Ice, and thus used to be "part of him" (i guess?) and as a result have direct experience with with the FDC community.

So... my experience with FDC. (For anyone who doesn't know, I'll give a brief summary: FDC, short for "fake disorder cringe", is a phenomenon where people repost someone's disability-related content and claim that the person in the video is "faking" whatever disorder they say they have - usually plurality, autism, tics, and BPD.)

Back in 2021, I was going through a mental health crisis as well as frequent psychotic episodes. Assuming I had some form of schizophrenia (since that's the closest I could think of), I started to panic about if anything was real, if I should be locked up somewhere, if medication would numb everything, and so on. Eventually I found a video from a schizophrenia awareness channel, and from there I found their Discord server.

Now, mind you, I didn't have therapy at the time. So this place was the best I got.

I eventually met someone on there (who went by 'Poof' - if she sees this I hope she cries herself to sleep knowing I realized I actually have DID), and she seemed really nice. She knew the ropes of the place, hell, she even got me a place in the high rankings since she told her boyfriend (who was the admin) about me and so everyone knew I was "one of them".

I eventually used the vent channel one day to talk about some suicidal ideations I was having. No plans mentioned, nothing. Just that I felt incredibly inferior. And also that I wanted to go to therapy and be on medication to manage my debilitating, life-threatening anxiety (turns out I had several anxiety disorders, general anxiety and panic disorder).

To which Poof, and two of her friends try to convince me that "medication bad, it never works for anyone" and "we'd know since we're professionally diagnosed with schizophrenia". So, realizing that I could never be one of them unless I had their exact struggles, I lashed out and said "maybe if I actually had schizophrenia y'all would listen to me." Now obviously this sounded bad. Very very bad. Especially out of context.

Poof betrayed me, but she was the only friend I had. And mind you, this was the very first time I'd ever felt so conflicted (insert a picture book called "baby's first BPD split" /lh).

Eventually, I left the server, knowing I wasn't welcome there anymore. I felt outcasted, betrayed, and so heartbroken.

I went back to what she got me into, and all of the FDC mindsets, as well as the time she told me that she bullied someone off of the server because they self-diagnosed with Bipolar, but didn't know the difference between Bipolar (abbreviated as BD) and BPD (to which she called people with BPD "toxic"). And I realized how fucked-up it was. I realized that she straight-up gaslighted me into seeing anyone with mental illnesses other than schizophrenia or autism as toxic and most likely faking.

And then I realized.

She wasn't just your typical FDC asshole, she was a straight-up groomer. (I know introjects aren't their source, but if I had a nickel for every time I said something about someone grooming me in hopes that it gets a whole community banned from the internet, I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice)

I'm not sure if I want to get into detail at the moment, but basically: she'd tell me about stuff she didn't want anyone else on the server knowing (her love life, where she lived, etc.), despite the server having a "no NSFW" rule her and her boyfriend (one of the admins) were fine with a borderline-ERP going on between two of the server members in the general chat, and in hindsight I wish I'd left earlier. Among other things, as well as my main point of *literally grooming me into being an FDC supporter.*

So, *sighing*, from June to November 2021- wait a second hold on here, I'm starting to sound like my source. Speaking of being an introject, the very moment someone claimed to have an introject in their system, Poof would be like "nope. faking." Especially with popular media (My Hero Academia, Hazbin Hotel, DSMP, etc.) and with factives.

Then again I realize how ableist she actually was: Thought people with BPD were toxic, claimed to be a "narc abuse" survivor, absolutely against the very thought of self-diagnosis, constantly played the Trauma Olympics:tm: to prove she was right about anything and everything psychiatry-related, would fakeclaim someone the moment they were both queer + neurodivergent (despite being pansexual and having 6 diagnosed mental disorders herself), laughed at "weird" things needing to be TW'd (eg. caps lock)

As for my "am I schizophrenic" crisis, turns out I had Fantasy-Prone Personality (the main reason I suspected being schizophrenic), a bunch of dissociation-related neurodiversities (DPDR + DID) (explaining why things didn't feel real at times), General Anxiety (which caused my panic in the first place), and being somewhere on the schizophrenia spectrum (someplace vv close to Schizotypal) though not for the reasons I thought. So yeah.

Last note about FDC, they've started fakeclaiming and laughing at RAMCOA survivors. Jesus fucking christ, what's happened to this already-trainwreck-of-a-site? Someone reposted a tumblr post of someone saying "we should get rid of FDC because of how it's especially ableist towards RAMCOA survivors" and the FDC poster added the caption "guess someone's pissed". Like, no shit?

Anyways yeah. Fuck FDC, fuck groomers, and if anyone has any shit experiences with FDC they'd like to add you're more than welcome to put them here. <3

Stay safe, y'all. -Electra ⚡

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SKETCH FOR A BALLARDESQUE RE:DYSPHORIA

God, I can just see it. I can’t write it at the moment, but if Beat becomes En Vogue and has a revival in this Serpent-eating-its-tail we must for lack of a better meaning call Contemporary Culture…

(Author’s Note: First as tragedy, then as farce, then as farce, ad nauseum...The serpent of culture has been eating its tail until it has become sick, and irony/post-irony is our collective acid reflux, “as a dog returns to his vomit”[1] joyously hollow, exhaling from the nostrils with more oomph than usual, we do not holler with glee anymore but are now hollow with glee “like the bizarre euphoria after an hour’s vomiting”[2], but this too is a topic I must think on at an unspecified later…)

Anyways, the story I would’ve wrote went like this:

(Hang on, I should just note to you real quick that this sketch is, well, a sketch—as much for the artist’s future use as for the public’s consumption.)

Ahem. Anyways anyways, the story I would’ve wrote went like this:

You’ve read Deleuze, haven’t you? Postscript on Societies of Control?[3](If you haven’t I can’t blame you, he’s terminally French and not in the good way.) The whole inspiration for this thing was that a transgender mate of mine sent a link to a news article on a Discord server I (also transgender, and fresh from the Dandenong Mental Health Care Unit with Wellbutrin and a grudge,) was on. It was from Gamesradar, about an Autistic Savant for hacking being hospitalised for life after he leaked something or other related to Grand Theft Auto Six.[4] The text, unaltered, from my transgender mate, is as follows:

The autistic 18 year old responsible for the GTA 6 leaks will be locked away in a secure hospital for an indefinite period of time Because he wants to continually commit cybercrimes as soon as possible

He's an autistic savant of hacking and cybercrime

I reposted it to another Discord server, with the following commentary:

So apparently there's an 18 year old autistic savant for hacking who has hacked Nvidia and Microsoft in the past and he's being hospitalised for life after leaking GTA 6 stuff. This is so bizarre it's funny but it's also shit like this that perfectly outlined why I'm anti-psychiatry. It's a prison system for crimethink. Also, read Deleuze's "Postscript on Societies of Control", I know he has a reputation for being incomprehensible but this is a short and easy-to- understand read. Dividuals being punished in anticipation of crimes they may possibly commit related to unauthorised transmission of information. [Link to said text on The Anarchist Library.]

(Author’s note: We’re pretentious! Yes, haha! Young and irritating! I’m noting this with glee as I write.)

Now, enter a third transgender online mate:

he's friends with maia of hacking the no-fly-list fame[5]

i think i once joked that congress will put us all in mental hospitals if this keeps happening, so this tracks

And, Quoth I, like some fateful Cassandra: (the thought that started all this bother you’re now reading about, drumroll please…)

God I can see a dystopian future where the Republicans are like "trans people need to be killed" and the democrats are like "God that's too far, but look at the correlations between gender dysphoria and autism, depression, adhd, anxiety, etc.. Let's just hospitalise them." Trans people crowded into sanatoriums working on a shoestring budget, those few who wear the mask well enough to become outpatients too disillusioned to have hope of getting well and unsure if the answers they give are a mask or their real face, new neuroses springing from that... And a society of very concerned moderates debating to what extent the hospitalisation scheme could be improved.

I’ll need to develop that! That’s a very golden idea! I’m a good writer because I am developing this idea, and you’re not. But I’m not that good of a writer. So! I make sketches, so as to help me practice and that.[6] Our hero is a Transgender just like me. She’s the wrong type of transgender (unlike me), the cringey type, not so much Bigger Thomas as Blahaj Thomas[7], painful as the pun just there. She will be an outpatient in this stratified system of liberal compromise, one of the shining examples of the Utopian Solution to the Transgender Question.

(Author’s Note: As I’m writing this, I think back to how I told the psychiatrist at the Dandenong Mental Hospital that I couldn’t quite remember if I was diagnosed Schizoaffective. I think back to when I watched “Conspiracy”, a BBC docudrama made using the actual minutes from the Wannsee Conference[8]. I think of Croissants, another French invention with too many layers. I think of watching a video on my phone at Marie Bashir[9], another hospital, Plastic Pills (a youtuber) on Deleuze and Schizoanalysis[10]. Lines of flight between layers. I think of pretentiousness, using words and concepts you don’t have a right to know. I think of when I learned about Zen Koans, riddles you unravel to a solution you know but can’t explain because it just feels right.)

Anyways, anyways, what was I saying again? Oh yeah. In this dystopia our heroine will inhabit, the Republicans and Democrats have worked together rather like a Caduceus[11] to create a society of control, of prevention, of compromise, for the Transgender infection. The Transgender,(Capital T,) whom Nick Land rather astutely called the “jews of gender,” presents an exciting new problematic in the deaf-dumb-and-blind machine of Capital’s social controls. I vaguely remember Wallerstein talking about a “fuzzy border” theory.[12] Jews, in Wallerstein’s analysis of Antisemitism as-I-vaguely-remember-it, are capable of being absorbed into the “White” racial category when societally convenient. Yet there are signifiers remaining upon them that mark them as an “eternal outsider” ready to be scapegoated in times of social distress. I remember Wallerstein or Balibar or one of those bloody Continentals furthermore saying that the sociological function of bigotry is more or less to rank and stratify class society into a more modular, flexible, “fuzzy” collection of groups that can be ejected or absorbed; as ballast for the floating, headless, decomposing corpse of Capital and the blind and desperate ecosystem that feeds upon the corpse-wax. I might have added that last bit myself.

But Jews beget jews. There is a clear, unbroken line of matrilineal descent. The reason this problematic is so exciting is that nobody really knows what causes one to become transgender. It is abhorrent to say, but, in theory, “the jews” as an ethnic group could be wiped out. “Exterminate all the brutes”[13], the Nazis hoped, in theory if they were able to sever that line of matrilineal descent the jewish race would cease to be. (Reality interjects of course and says that genocide on such scale is so anti-human as to not be feasible, but genocidaires don’t really care much about what Reality says.) The Transgender cannot be wiped out permanently, pulled out at the root, it is an enemy/ally/thing-to-cry-over that has various manifestations and suppressions throughout the history of gender expression but always exists, at least as far as we know. A perfect enemy, a punching bag that always pops back up.

Anyways, anyways. The Republicans wanted to kill all Transgenders but this, like most genocides or genocide-adjacent-things, was unfeasible. The Democrats, concerned moderates that they are, saved the day and created a social welfare scheme. Recognising the correlation between Gender Dysphoria and things like Autism, Depression, Suicide Attempts (41%!), and maybe Schizo-spectrum disorders that the author is not quite sure she has, the Democrats set up a Bureau of Psychiatry that, in that typical strange American way, was instated for the good of the Gender-Diverse. I remember a fourth online transgender mate of mine sent me a copy of Fanon’s Wretched Of The Earth, and Black Skin, White Masks, as a Christmas present, that I read while staying at Marie Bashir Hospital and sadly left behind when I moved to Melbourne. I think I remember Fanon talking about how re-education was a particularly nasty form of torture, because one would be left unsure whether what they were saying was what they needed to say to get out of the torture, or what they honestly believed.

We observe things from the point of view of a concerned moderate looking in. Like an odd ant in a terrarium, our heroine has been detected to be infected with gender dysphoria, and autism, and is funnelled into the Bureau Of Psychiatry. They talk in a despicable and cringeworthy way about bits of very online transgender culture that they have absorbed; they are a simulacrum of woman, not woman itself. But as they are funnelled through the Bureau of Psychiatry they learn to answer various questions in so accurate a manner as to move to the top levels of the sorting algorithm of mental deficiency, and learn to put on an act to be as close to an ideal functioning human being as someone who has been marked with a mental disorder can be. Along the way, they become more and more removed from the vague psychic-emotional signifiers of womanhood that implanted their dysphoria to begin with. They wear the mask; the mask wears them.

[1]Proverbs 26:11

[2]A quotation appropriated from the TV series “Brass Eye”(1997)

[3]Gilles Deleuze, “Postscript on Societies of Control”(1990)

[4]https://www.gamesradar.com/hacker-behind-gta-6-leak-will-be-confined-to-a-secure-hospital-for-life-due-to-his-intent-to-return-to-cybercrime-as-soon-as-possible/

[5]Maia Arson Crimew, high-profile transgender hacker who was put on trial for cyber-crimes; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maia_arson_crimew

[6]Pronounced “An’nat”, an affected Commonwealth vocal tic. Useless Information.

[7]Bigger Thomas, the thuggish, antisocial black protagonist of Richard Wright’s anti-racist novel “Native Son.” Blahaj, a blue plush shark sold by Ikea, stereotypically associated with “femboys” and a certain very online milieu of gender-diverse people that other transsexuals regard as “cringeworthy.”

[8]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wannsee_Conference

[9]The Professor Marie Bashir Centre, containing a mental health unit where the author was confined for a period of four months because they lacked a home to return to.

[10]Refer to the YouTube playlist Deleuze by Plastic Pills “All of the main Deleuze content from creator Plasticpills assembled in one place. Alongside the video intros, listen to some of the world's foremost experts in Deleuze studies advise how to approach these difficult texts. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLx5jMl5-m5ZSyaYg7hTBynO6iDFlrDUtr

[11]Not to be confused with a Rod of Asclepius, the symbol of medicine. Quoth Wikipedia: “Although the Rod of Asclepius, which has only one snake and no wings, is the traditional and more widely used symbol of medicine, the Caduceus is sometimes used by healthcare organizations. Given that the caduceus is primarily a symbol of commerce and other non-medical symbology, many healthcare professionals disapprove of this use.”

[12]Etienne Balibar and Immanuel Wallerstein, “Race, Nation, Class:Ambiguous Identities”(1991)

[13]Joseph Conrad, “Heart of Darkness.” The Unlucky number.

[whalewhalewhale]

‼️SEMI HIATUS ATM‼️

✦ welcome to a blog of mine!! ✦

before reading further, this is a MCYT shipping blog! If you don't like shipping content, please block this blog!

[ I have non-shipping blog too! If you know which one, please treat it like some sort of government secret ]

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You can call me Whal or Dingo or any kind of that variation. However, if you know me from discord servers, you can call me by my name :]

I'm an adult and sometimes I reblog something suggestive or nsfw. I try to keep it separate from this blog tho. My nsfw blog is @whalensfwdingo , where I post my deranged thoughts or arts.

Tags I use for content I created are;

#whaledingo arts

#whaledingo prompts

#whaledingo stories

#whaledingo talks

(they are all pretty straight to the point, trust me)

Repost is not allowed. But you can use my art for banner or pfp. Love it when ppl does that!!

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I'm a multishipper and consume every ship. However, I do have favoritism a bit 👉👈

Ships that you most likely see here :

gritho

flower husbands

convex

life series girlies bc I love women💥💥💥

grumbo

treebark

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I love interaction so feel free to drop an ask or hit my dm!! We could talk about ships or even random stuff. I'm also up for art trade or collabs as long as you talk it with me first!

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That's said, I hope you like it here!

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Rules of Our Discord Server

Disclaimer: We know people are likely tired of having to read through another set of rules when joining a server, but we want this to be a safe space for everyone. That means that some rules that should not have to be mentioned, because they are common sense, need to be addressed anyway. Not everyone that is using the internet and off age knows how to behave. That being said:

Please be sure to read through the rules thoroughly. If there are any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to bring them up.

Our Server is only for people 18+ because of its sensitive nature. It is no longer invite only, but I hope that anyone that reads till the end of this rule page will respect our wishes of only joining if they are of age in their respective countries.

What happens in the server, stays in the server. Not everyone wants it to be known that they are an Ardynoct fan or feel comfortable in other ways sharing it outside. So please respect that.

Don't spread or give out any personal information that's been said inside the server, **including** the member list. Always ask permission first if you intend to share something from inside this server that has not been put out yet.

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If the conversation begins to shift into territory you don't like, sometimes it's best to agree to disagree and walk away from said conversation. That means no fandom shaming. We all have different likes, dislikes, OTPs, NOTPs, HCs, etc.

Suggestions are welcome! If you have any suggestions for the server as a whole, like a new channel, or have a question about something, please let me know in a Dm or otherwise. 

Please don't leave and come back into the server multiple times. Perhaps life has you a little stressed out and you need to step away. This is fine, but making a habit of it can send the wrong message that this behavior is okay, and can make it difficult for people to want to reach out to you to chat. We recommend muting the server as a whole.

What belongs where?

We all know that this ship is often anything but sunshine and roses so there is more than one nsfw channel here. Confusing, right? First of all, no one's gonna chop your head off when you accidently post in the wrong nsfw channel but please move it to the appropriate one if asked to do so.

We expect people to use their own judgment most of the time for what goes where, but for a general rule of thumb:

Is it hornier than 50 shades of gray? ABO? Furries? tentacles?  into -> extra spicy

There's blood? Maybe even gore? into -> dark

We're also highly encouraging the use of spoilers and content warning on sensitive topics. Some things are more upsetting than others for different people.

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In this server there will be no sharing or discussing of any kind and form of minors being sexualised. That is where we draw the line.

Please do not moderate the server. While a gentle nudge to move a conversation from one channel to another is fine, it doesn't have to happen all the time. Please reach out to me if you feel something needs to be addressed.

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If behavior is brought to our attention that is disturbing multiple members it may result in a ban.

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can someone repost what Studio Gaga's statement on twitter was? I'm from Brazil, twitter is banned here so I can't check it myself. I'm in ARCHE Animation's discord server and they said something about the possibility of their Berserk '97 Season 2 Fan Project getting shut down because of said statement. So I'd like to take a look at it myself. Please, either reply to this or send it to me directly.