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[chuuphic]

watched the yeri chuu video and i can understand some of the things they are saying. #polyglot

[pomarrillo]

clip studio paint ai art integration for csp 1.13.0 december 6th

[euphoricfilter]

I’m asking for the most gut twist smut with hickeys and scratching on the back like ughh with hobi like make it so sm smut

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞:

pairing: incubus! hoseok x human! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au

summary: you hadn’t exactly planned to summon Hoseok, though you will admit— he knew how to fuck you within an inch of your life.

word count: 6.8k

tags/ warnings: fluff, very briefly mentioned anxiety, 2 smut scenes that include: dom! hobi, sub! reader, huge demon cock! hoseok, it has ridges along the length of it, oral (m & f receiving), throat bulge, public sex, exhibitionalism, they almost get caught.., vaginal fingering, a singular slap to her pussy, vaginal worshiping?, squirting, nipple play, belly bulge, cumflation?, he cums a lot all the time, lots of hickies, scratching, biting, brief mentions of blood, tail fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fucking in front of a mirror, praise kink, unprotected sex (he’s a demon, don’t be stupid), multiple creampies, this is all very very very unrealistic i’m aware but also it’s fiction

notes: i’m sorry this had way more plot than i’d intended it to have :’) it is mainly smut though!

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The students in your lecture seemed too preoccupied with Hoseok’s face rather than his sudden appearance, and it’s a wonder how your professor hadn’t seemed to notice his looming aura yet either. Hoseok wasn’t exactly the most discrete entity, even when he hid his ever so cliché horns and tail, his whole being just screamed for attention. That, and the poor guy didn’t know how to be quiet for the life of him; a trait you’ve slowly gotten used to over time.

Summoning an incubus hadn’t been on your to-do list that one dreaded weekend, but somehow it happened, and now you couldn’t get rid of him; soul bonds or something. Demon talk you didn’t even want to try to understand, the less you interacted with him, the better. Or that’s what you’d thought at the time, not realising the implications of what this new relationship meant. And maybe if you told you from a few years ago what your life looked like now, you’d be buried six feet under from a heart attack.

Hoseok did try to explain everything but even he seemed confused so you just told him to shut it so you could process your newfound problem. Your dorm room wasn’t exactly built for two people, and although your new demonic roommate had assured you the couch was fine; you still felt a little bad. Even if you didn’t like him all that much—not that you’d made that clear, you were ever so shy, and to put it nicely, very socially awkward that when he announced he was staying all you could really do was nod.

Truthfully, Hoseok hadn’t even done anything for you to hate him. You simply planned to live a quite university life, get your degree and then lose contact with everyone you’ve met and live a simple work life, be a slave to society until you can retire and maybe live in a house by the coast with a dog or two until you fall down the stairs and they pronounce your unfortunate death to zero kids, because you didn’t want any.

Not whatever the hell this was.

You blamed the grimy old woman at the thrift shop who had insisted you buy the shitty old piece of pottery.

She’d seemed so nice at the time but now that you look back at your interaction, you could see the mirth swimming in her eyes, and if you had the confidence then you would have gone back to that crappy old store and throttled her, telling her she can take her piece of shit incubus back; because you didn’t want him.

How were you supposed to know not to light your black candles next to the vase? It wasn’t like she’d given you an instruction manual on how to take care of the pottery and you’d thought it would have been pretty straight forward—apparently not. You’d planned for it to be out back in the dumpster by nightfall but by some miracle it had glued itself to your shelving and not it was a permanent fixture of your room.

It had taken months for you to finally realise that maybe having Hoseok around wasn’t actually the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. It was like having a boyfriend without all the awkward get-to-know each other stuff and the actual relationship part, that you absolutely despised. Plus he didn’t nag you about misogynistic bullshit all hours of the day and respected your very uptight boundaries.

Hobi had no qualms about ordering when the two of you went out, skipping up to the counter with a bright smile that more often times than not he’d come back with a free drink for you.

He trailed behind you to classes and all the sleazy old men that liked to catcall you on the way home after an evening lecture had been very quiet since Hoseok had been around. Plus, you could listen to music without the worry of having to listen out for someone sneaking up on you as well. He held your hand when you crossed the road and made sure you were on the safer side of the pavement so no unexpected bikes would ram into you.

He didn’t mind walking around the supermarkets with you, didn’t mind as you stood in the cereal aisle for half an hour because a lot of them made you feel nauseas. And your preference would change each week.

“You liked this one last time, baby” he’d pull a box from the top shelf, simply smiling when you shake your head.

“Wheat makes me wanna throw up” you tell him.

“How about something a little tastier then?” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you half expect him to make a sex joke, though he simply pulls a box of coco puffs from behind his back.

He didn’t mind helping you clean the bathroom or fold up your clean laundry into colour coordinated piles because he knew you hated mixing.

He liked to brush your hair after a shower or massage your shoulders after you’d been hunched over your desk all day, he learnt to cook human food and liked feeding you when you got sleepy while the two of you watched a cheesy rom com on your shitty old laptop; you curled around his thighs as his thumb caressed the bare skin of your neck.

“Eat up, darling. You’ll need to energy tonight” and you open your mouth, unfortunate rejection on your tongue, “to study of course, why are your cheeks suddenly really red?”

Now, there are two sides to the demon.

Pretty, sunshine hobi that loved taking care of you, loved chatting, who had a heart-shaped smile and the kindest heart. Who on more than one occasion would temp you to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks, perfect perfect hobi that made you feel like a high school girl whose experiencing their first ever crush.

And then there was Jung Hoseok. The sex driven incubus who had no qualms about fucking you within an inch of your life, like you were nothing but a hole for him to fill and fuck as he pleased until he was satisfied and your legs were shaking, his name the only coherent thought in your mind until you coated his cock with your arousal. Only, he’d never stop at one orgasm.

Hoseok had been your first. And you think losing your virginity to a sex demon had completely ruined sex for you all together. How were you meant to enjoy being with a regular, average, man when you’d had Hoseok’s demon cock shoved so far inside your pussy it felt like he was in your throat?

Had you dabbled in the occasional demon hentai? Maybe. Not that Hoseok ever needed to know that. Was it as great as you imagined it to be? Yes. He also didn’t need to know that.

It was honestly a win-win situation for the both of you. Hobi got to feed off your arousal and you got to live out your darkest fantasy.

You always wondered how it was so easy for him to filter out his incubi tendencies when he always seemed to have sex on his mind. The moment the two of you were alone it wouldn’t be surprising for him to pull you into his lap, your cunt having been stretched to the shape of his cock, that now you always seemed ready for him to just slip inside of you. His hands up your skirt when you go out to eat or dragging you into a bathroom because his dick always seemed to be hard.

“Good girl” Hoseok croons, watching as you blink up at him through your lashes—cheeks wet with tears as he tugs you further down his cock by your hair. Each slippery inch being fed into your mouth.

You choke around his length, eyes squeezing shut when he runs a gentle thumb over your eyelids. Pulling you further down his cock until he pushes down your throat.

You swallow, needy moan vibrating down his length that he throws his head back. Hips stuttering forward and you feel another inch slip into your mouth; lips stretched wide you can feel them start to ache.

“Always so good for me, baby. Like having me shoved this far down your throat?” he chuckles and you move to pull off his length, only he thrusts his hips forward. “You haven’t even gotten all of me inside you yet, I know you can do better than this”

“I trained you better than this”

Your fingers grab onto his thighs, nails digging into the meaty skin as he gently pulls back, only to shove his length back down your mouth. You feel your legs shake, scratching at his thighs as he allows your throat to relax, helping ease the rest of his cock into your mouth.

Your hand flies to your throat as he sets up a pace he likes, and you can feel the bulge of his cock as he punches back into your windpipe with each brutal thrust.

You can feel your knees start to ache, grimy bathroom tiles digging into the skin as you’re pulled further down his length, just past half way.

“So close, just a little more” he groans, fingers tangling in the back of your hair. Brutal as he harshly tugs you back down with ever thrust out.

You can feel each of the tiny ridges along his length against your tongue. And he lets out a particularly jittery thrust when you tongue at each individual ridge; hoping to bring him closer to bliss.

Your hands find his balls, nails accident scraping the silky skin as he jostles you forward, and that’s all it takes for Hoseok to shove all of his length down your throat, and you wince as you feel a flood of his cum shoot down your throat.

Periodically you swallow, always wary of his cum flooding your mouth. The first time you’d sucked him off hadn’t ended all to great with you chocking on his inhumane amount of cum. Of course he’d apologized, though he made it his mission to train you until you’d be able to take his cock down your throat without drowning in his seed.

Your tongue runs along the length of his cock, cleaning it, and you feel it twitch in interest.

You stare up at Hoseok, eyes deadpan and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Cant help it, my love. You on your knees always gets me going”

Gently he pulls his length out of your mouth and you lurch forward, arms braced on his thighs as you take a deep breath; swallowing the rest of his cum that had leaked into your mouth.

“Everything gets you going, Hobi” you cough, hand caressing your throat as you peek up at him, voice hoarse.

He simply shrugs, “What are we gonna tell your friends?”

You deflate at that. “They obviously knew what we were doing in here”

“Want me to eat you out until they get bored and leave?” he suggests.

You blink up at him, “You’re insatiable” you laugh, hand running over your chin to clean any drool, though you expect there to be more cum than anything.

“And you’re wet, we both win” he tugs you up from under your arms, “Swap”

You fall onto the seat of the toilet, watching as Hoseok pulls his shorts back up around his waist before he’s kneeling before you.

“Use me” he pouts, and your thighs twitch. Though you don’t miss the evident mirth swimming in his eyes.

“Hobi” you whisper, and he watches as you squirm.

“Hmmm?” he asks, spreading your legs and he groans at the sight of your panties, wet spot ever so tempting as he runs his thumb over your covered pussy.

“Hold your skirt up for me, baby” and he smiles when you do as you’re told, “good girl”

He leans forward, kissing your clit over the cotton. And you let out an embarrassed squeak when he runs his tongue over your covered slit.

“Hobi” your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging gently to bring him closer to where you needed him the most.

“What’s the matter?” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your thigh, teeth nipping the skin.

He lathes his tongue over the hickies he’d left that morning, your skin still tender that you moan when you feel him kiss over the skin.

“Need you” you whine, hips bucking forward. Only he holds you down, immersed in painting your inner thighs red and purple with his lust and love.

Your hands fly to cover your mouth when the bathroom door swings open, Hoseok choosing that exact time to sink his teeth into the plush skin of your thigh. Your legs fall shut around his head, and demon only pushes them back apart, tongue running over the blossoming bite.

He smiles up at you, deft fingers pushing your panties to the side. You go to push his head away, eyes squeezing shut when he pulls the hood back, thumb circling your clit.

You jolt up on the toilet seat, ceramic clank echoing throughout the bathroom. Whoever else was in there with you goes silent, and you hold your breath, pushing Hoseok away from you.

The two of you sit there, and you release a sigh of relief when you hear the other person flush.

Your cheeks flush red when you look down at Hoseok who seems utterly mesmerized by your cunt. Watching as it clenches around nothing, a dribble of arousal dripping down onto the seat of the toilet. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you flinch when the tap starts to run.

Hoseok leans forward, tongue peeking from behind his lips to lick a long stripe up your slit to your clit, his hands remain on your thighs keeping them spread wide enough for him to slot perfectly where he wanted to be.

His lips wrap around your clit, and your muscles loosen when you hear the door to the bathroom click shut.

“You asshole” you whisper, voice shaky as he teases a finger around your hole. You muffle a moan when he pushes it inside you, lips still wrapped around your clit; a particularly hard suck causing you to slip down the toilet seat.

You feel the stretch when he adds a second finger, scissoring you open as his tongue continues to flick over your clit.

He pulls away and you whine at the loss of pleasure, “Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me”

Your feel the blush rise to your cheeks, red hue traveling down your neck as you hook your hands behind you knees; spreading yourself as wide as you can in the narrow bathroom cubicle.

Hoseok easily lifts your hips, pulling you until your bottom half was practically dangling off the toilet as he pulls your underwear off— stuffing the fabric somewhere in his pocket for later.

“This is uncomfortable” you groan, mouth falling open when you feel his fingers lay a mean slap over your went cunt; and if the lick of pleasure hadn’t wracked through your body then you might have been a little more embarrassed about the lewd, wet sound it had made.

“Only wanna hear you moaning my name” he grumbles, lips attaching to your folds as he spreads them with his fingers.

Your head tips back when you feel his tongue prod your entrance, stiff muscle pushing past your rim and Hoseok groans when another gush of your arousal coats his mouth.

One thing Hoseok absolutely loved about you, was how wet you’d get when horny. You always seemed to leak so much that he could live off your slick alone if he so desired— his favorite meal. Because even your arousal tasted like the sweetest nectar and he would never get enough.

He kisses over your hole, face moving up until he’s kissing over your clit, “Hell, you have the prettiest cunt” he groans, kissing over your mound before his lips are sucking at your clit again.

You feel two of his fingers plunge back into you, curling upwards in the way that you start to see stars behind your eyelids.

Your hips rut forwards to meet each of his thrusts, deft fingers expertly locating that little spot inside of you, and you can start to feel the pressure build in the pit of your stomach.

“Hobi—“ you moan when he sucks especially hard on your clit, tongue flicking it, “Fuck, Hoseok— I can’t— fuck, I can’t squirt in the fucking bathroom” you whine, though it seems to fall on deaf ears as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

“Doing so well for me, gonna cum?” he briefly pulls away, your clit pulsating as his warm breath fans over the sensitive little bud. He wastes no time, tongue back to flicking your clit with a newfound vigor as you moan his name.

And suddenly the world outside the cubicle is the furthest thing from your mind as Hoseok adds a third finger into your cunt. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, thighs shaking that your hands slip from where you’d been holding them. That doesn’t stop Hoseok, grunting as your thighs fall over his shoulders and the demon is in absolute bliss as they clamp around his head.

Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, and he groans as you start to grind over his face.

You can feel it, bubbling pleasure starting to build, so close to your orgasm. And Hoseok doesn’t stop, he pulls his mouth off your clit. Spare hand coming up between your legs, two fingers rubbing over your sensitive pearl.

“Hoseok” you mewl, hips bucking upwards.

“Cum for me, darling. Be a good girl and cum” he groans, his voice gravelly. And that’s what pushes you over the edge, you feel the built up pressure start to release.

Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your hole, though he doesn’t stop his assault on your clit. He smiles, mouth wide open as he lets your explosion of juices coat his tongue.

“Again. Squirt for me again”

You open your mouth to tell him you can’t, only you let out a choked moan when his fingers push back into your hole— he can feel your walls pulsating around them, clenching so hard he wonders what you would feel like around his cock in that moment.

Your thighs continue to shake, fingers still drawing tight circles on your clit. The moan you let out is pornographic, squeaky little cries tumbling off your tongue when you reach a second orgasm. Hoseok watches as your cunt pushes out a short stream of your cum, wetting the backside of your skirt as you continue to grind again this palm, riding out your high.

You snivel, chest stuttering for a breath as he gently rubs his thumb against your clit.

“S’ too much” you hiccup, though your hips make no move in stopping.

“Yeah?” the faux frown he gives you causing another dribble of watery arousal out of your hole.

“We’re both wet now”

“You can wear my jacket around your waist if you want” his thrumming at you clit stops and you mourn at the loss of contact.

“What about your shirt?” you go to push yourself to sit up, though that fails when your limbs all feel like jelly.

“It’ll dry” he shrugs.

“But we have to walk through the cafe, and i’m pretty sure I look like shit” your head tips back.

“You’re always pretty” he sniggers when your thighs twitch as he places another gentle kiss to your swollen clit.

“You kind have to say that” you frown.

“And why’s that?”

“So you can win me over and fuck me”

Hoseok laughs, shoulders shaking at that. “Don’t need to tell you you’re pretty for that, darling. You seemed hooked after I’d fucked your brains out the first time”

“Was not”

“Was too. You demon sex freak”

“Am not!” you scoff scandalized, “anyways… do you think those guys left? We’ve been in here a while”

“Probably. I’m pretty sure that was one of them earlier that came in here” he shrugs and your eyes widen.

“Hobi what the fuck” your thighs clamp shut, suddenly aware that your bare pussy was just out in the open for him to see. You shove the fabric of your skirt between your thighs, instant regret washing over your when your feel your sticky arousal cling to the fabric.

“I can’t believe it. I said no more sex in public bathrooms” you cry.

“Well, look what happened. Can’t help that you’re a cockslut”

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as you push Hoseok away with your foot to his chest. He takes a hold of your ankle, pressing a gentle kiss to your calf as he looks up at you from the floor.

“My cockslut” he corrects.

“That doesn’t make anything better” you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? I’ll treat you to ice cream” he grins.

“You don’t have any money” you deadpan and he shrugs.

“No, but the girl that works in that shop a block away gave me a voucher last time”

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Living with anxiety was absolute dogshit. Every grueling day always seemed a million times worse but it’s like no one ever took you seriously. Because it was all for attention right? You didn’t enjoy having panic attacks and you sure as hell didn’t enjoy them when other people were around.

Though you suppose Hoseok had become the exception; he’d gotten pretty good at helping you when days seemed a little tougher than usual. And he’d weaves his way into your anxious little mind, one of the only people that you’ve felt even remotely comfortable to be around without your social battery plummeting 15 minutes into an outing.

You think you must have had one of the worst days of your life.

On a regular day you could get away with lurking in the back of the lecture hall; maybe a quick hello to a few people that you’ve gone to lunch with once or twice and then slip out the door the moment class is over.

Today you hadn’t been that lucky.

It had started with some random guy that you’ve never seen the face of confessing his undying love for you. And you would have thought it was sweet, if you knew who he was.

You hadn’t even heard his name floating around campus, nor had you ever seen his face; and maybe that’s because you always walked with your head to the floor but surely he couldn’t be in love with you when neither of you had ever uttered a word to one another?

You’d frozen. Unable to form a thought let alone a rejection for the guy. And as his growing annoyance showed, so did your anxiety.

And you’d rather forget that you’d cried, pearly tears slipping down your cheeks when he’d laughed at you; calling you a worthless piece of shit and that he couldn’t believe he liked something like you.

And that’s how you ended up late for class. Having spent a hour in the bathroom trying to regulate your breathing enough that your classmates didn’t think you were going into cardiac arrest.

The second incident was your breaking point. A girl from your lecture had started shouting at you after class, and you had no idea why. And you’d just sat there and taken it. Sure she’d been rude first but you would have felt way worse if you’d gotten up and just left when she clearly had something to say.

“You’re back late” Hoseok calls from your bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

He looks up when you don’t reply, eyebrows creasing in worry when he sees the state you’re in.

“Oh darling, what happened?” he pushes himself off the bed, long legs easily bringing him towards you.

You just flop into his chest, arms wrapping around his torso as feel another wave of tears cascade down your cheeks.

“Bad day” you snivel and he hums, rocking the two of you back and forth, “Wanna forget, Hobi”

“Yeah?” he croons, hand resting on the back of your neck, “How’d you wanna forget?”

You gently take hold of his wrist, bringing his hand down until they tease the waistband of your sweats. “Wanna be fucked dumb” you whisper and he smiles down at you.

“Fucked until you can’t think?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, blissed out sigh releasing from your chest when he throws you over his shoulder. You smile as you see his tail, horns probably hidden under the hood of his jumper that you hadn’t noticed when you’d walked in. Even with his demonic features, Hoseok was a thing of beauty.

You bounce when he throws you on the bed— frame creaky. But by a stroke of luck, none of your dorm-mates were home right now.

“My pretty baby” he crawls over your body, straddling your waist and you can already see the outline of his cock through his thin pyjama pants.

You reach out, palming his bulge as he leans down to press a wet kiss to your neck. He pulls your shirt over your head, teeth nipping at your bare skin and you moan at the slight sting.

You don’t worry about the plethora of love bites he plans to scatter across your skin, rather, you bask in the pleasure the twinge of pain gives you. Back arching when you feel his sharp canines dig into the skin of your shoulder— and Hoseok groans at the tang of metal on his tongue.

“Sorry, baby” he presses a kiss over the bite, your skin flaring red as his tongue licks over his teeth marks.

“S’ okay” you breathe, hips rolling upwards— clit nudging against his hard cock.

Hoseok’s hand reaches under your arched back, fingers expertly unclasping your bra before he’s pulling it off your shoulders.

His hands trail over your body, thumbs brushing over your steadily hardening nipples and you hand flies to cover your mouth.

“Always so sensitive” he coos, meanly pinching the hardened buds before tugging. “Uh uh, wanna hear you” he tuts and your hand falls to your side.

“It’s embarrassing—” you whisper, breathe hitching when he twists your nipples, delicious pain sending arousal straight to your soaked cunt. You feel your sticky arousal drip into your panties, fabric clinging to your folds uncomfortably.

“Nothing embarrassing about feeling good” Hoseok smiles down at you, fingers skimming over your waist until he’s tugging both your sweats and panties down in one. “Already so wet for me”

“Want your cock, Hobi” you whine as he rubs his thumb through your slit, gathering your arousal to circle your clit.

“Can I eat you out first, baby? Wanna make sure you’re prepped enough for me, hmm?”

You blink up at him before you spread your legs wider, a silent invitation for him to do whatever he needs before he fucks you.

Hoseok falls to his knees on the floor, arms hooking around your thighs. And your hands instinctively grab onto the sheets when he tugs you to the edge of the bed.

His index finger circles your entrance, humming when another wave of slick dribbles out your hole. He pushes his finger past your hole, your walls clenching rhythmically around the digit as he tests the waters.

He pulls out, pushing a second finger in— stretching you open. Your hips roll to meet his thrusts, Hoseok’s thumb gently circling your clit. You feel the stretch when he adds a third finger, your eyebrows furrowing at the slight ache.

“You good?” Hoseok peers up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. Your thigh twitching when he slowly eases his fingers back into you.

“Hurts a little” you grunt, thighs threatening to snap shut when he speeds up his thumb over your sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Already?” he laughs, “I haven’t been fucking you enough lately”

You smile, fingers gripping onto the sheets tighter when Hoseok slightly curls his fingers. Your hips bucking upwards when he finds that little spot inside of you that has the pressure of an orgasm building in your stomach.

The ache of having three fingers inside you ebbs away the more he gently thrusts them inside of you, “Another one” you sigh when you feel a fourth finger tease your entrance.

“You sure?”

“Please Hobi, wanna feel full” you urge, hands grabbing onto your tits, fingers teasing your hard nipples when you feel the stretch of a fourth finger.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he presses a kiss over your clit. His fingers pick up their pace, lewd squelch from your cunt enough for you to squirm in embarrassment.

“Please Hobi” your thighs shake, clamping around his hand though that doesn’t seem to deter him from curling all four fingers inside of you, knuckle deep. “Wanna cum around your cock”

“Yeah?” he breathes and you nod.

A rush of slick drips onto the bedsheets as Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your sodden cunt, the demon unashamed as he licks your arousal off of them.

He watches as your pussy gapes, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and fucked, coated in his cum until it stains your thighs.

“Ready for me?” he pushes himself back onto the bed, hands hooking under your arms, throwing you further up the bed so he can make home between your thighs.

You watch as he pulls his pyjama pants down his legs, thick thighs flexing in a way you want to just sink your teeth into the hefty muscle.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as you watch Hoseok wrap his hand around his length, tips of his fingers barely meeting at the girth of it.

“Please, want you inside” you whine, hips rolling into nothing, and Hoseok watches a pout mould onto your soft lips.

Hoseok braces his arms over your head, leaving down to kiss you. His tongue licks over the seam, a silent request for access that you allow.

You moan into his mouth when you feel something prod at your entrance, whatever it was, the tip was as thin as a finger, easily slipping between your soaked walls.

Hoseok pushes his tongue into further into your mouth, tongue pressed against your own. Kiss wet and messy just the way he liked it, drool coating both of your chins.

“Fucking hell Hoseok, is that your tail?” you moan when you feel the appendage inside of you thicken with each agonizingly slow inch that wiggles it’s way between your walls.

He hums, bringing you in for another kiss as his tail pulls out to the tip, wasting no time ramming back into you. Hoseok drinks up your moans, the sweetest melody.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, tip of his tail nudging your g-spot.

“Close” you whine, fingers digging into his back. Hoseok groans, ramming his tail as far into you as he can, tickling pain shooting straight to his cock as he feels you paint red lines over his back.

He pushes himself down, teeth clamping harshly around your nipple, your back arches; desperate moan clawing up your throat as you reach your high. Your sodden cunt soaks Hoseok’s tail, wide base stretching your walls apart obscenely that you cry as he pulls it out of you.

If you cunt hadn’t been gaping, it was now.

“On your knees, darling” he gives your thigh a gentle tap.

You push yourself up on shaky arms, flopping forward, only keeping your hips raised.

Hoseok runs his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he runs a thumb over your soaked folds, thumb easily slipping inside you with no resistance.

“Ready for me?” he asks, gentle hands running over your sides and you hum.

“Words, baby”

“Ready for you” you push your hips back, moaning when his thick cock catches your thigh.

You feel his pre-cum stain your thigh, angling your hips until you feel his tip nudge your opening.

“Inside please” you look back, watching Hoseok fist his length before he’s guiding it towards your winking hole.

He runs the head of his cock through your slit, another rush of slick dribbling out your hole onto his length and Hoseok groans.

You can feel the pop of the flared head as Hoseok pushes past your entrance, first few inches gliding in with ease as you rock back into him.

You jolt forwards when you feel the demon’s fingers circling your clit, and Hoseok pauses when your cunt squeezes around his length.

“Still a tight fit” he rolls his hips, no real force in his thrusts.

“Faster” you beg, legs spreading wider in hopes of his cock pushing further into you.

Hoseok snaps his hips forwards, and you can feel the ridges along the length of his cock drag against your walls as he pulls out half way before he’s ramming his cock back inside of you.

You think you can feel him in your stomach, punching the air out of your lungs with each wet smack of his thighs meeting the back of your own.

“Like that?” he grunts, “Like being my personal little toy? Your cunt moulded around my cock. I bet a puny human wouldn’t be able to get you off anymore— i’ve ruined you for everyone” the laugh Hoseok let’s out is mean, though it all sounds muffled to you, your own moans overshadowing everything else.

You let out a sob when he gives a particularly deep thrust, your cunt clenching around his length so tight he slows down.

“Good girl, you gonna cum?” he asks, fingers finding their way back to your clit, expertly flicking the little bud, and it has you seeing stars.

You slowly start to feel your orgasm rise, each brutal thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, baby” he groans, picking up the pace.

Your mouth falls open, pure bliss wracking through your body as you reach your peak. Little hiccups follow your orgasm, harmonized with the wet slapping of your cunt. Hoseok uncaring as he continues to thrust into you, hips jackhammering and fingers thrumming at your clit with newfound vigor.

“Too much, too much” you cry, trying to pull your hips away from him, cock head punching into your prostate.

“Hold on baby” he groans, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, dragging you back onto his cock, you feel him twitch between your walls and you know he’s close.

Hoseok feels as your walls clench sporadically around his cock, he slams into you before cumming; flooding— painting your walls white.

You choke at the amount of cum that fills you up, hot, thick seed spilling into your stomach with how far inside of you he was. And your thighs shake as you’re met with another orgasm, juices mixing with what was already inside of you.

His thumbs run gently over your hips, sure to bruise in the coming hours with how harsh his grip had been though that will be the least of your worries.

“You cum too much” you whisper, head spinning as you feel another wave of cum slosh into your stomach.

He gently pulls back a few inches before he’s rolling his hips, pushing his cum back into you.

“Think you can do one more?” he asks, cock still hard.

Your thighs shake when he slowly picks up the pace. And you groan when he pulls you up by your arms, your back meeting his chest.

“Can you see that?” his hand turns your face by your chin, and your eyes glaze over both of your bodies in the full-length mirror opposite the bed.

You look like a mess, eyes glazed over in lust and tears, skin blotchy with purple and a set of very distinct teeth marks littering your neck. Both of your bodies have a sheen over them, sweat— and probably your cum in Hoseok’s case. But that isn’t what he was pointing at.

He feels your cunt clench around his length as your eyes connect with your stomach, a little bloated, so much of his cum inside of you, your tummy had distended a little.

He runs his hand over the little bulge under your belly button, cock so far inside of you that the head was pushing up into your stomach.

He pushes down on the bulge, and the both of you moan in unison.

“Look at that baby. I really am in your stomach, huh” he laughs, pulling up up a little, both of you watching as the head of his cock disappears before he’s dropping you back down on his length, watching the bulge reform.

Your hand runs over your stomach, feeling Hoseok’s cock twitch inside of you when you push down. Your thighs twitch, arm wrapping around his neck as he starts to thrust upwards.

A ring of white forms around the base of his cock as he thrusts up into you. Pace not as fast as before but the image in the mirror is enough for you to start tumbling towards your release.

“Play with yourself, darling” Hoseok groans, dragging you up the length of his cock.

Your fingers find your clit, and you fall forwards at the intense pleasure that shoots up your spine. The increasing pace on your clit combined with each little ridge of Hoseok’s cock dragging ever so deliciously against your walls pulls you head first into another orgasm.

This one’s wetter, rush of liquid exploding onto the sheets below. You vision blurs over momentarily, fingers seizing on your clit as your legs shake. Hoseok continues to thrust up into you, your walls tightening around his cock.

Yoy hiccup a moan, and Hoseok feels himself tumble over the edge when he flicks once more at your clit, another rush of wetness joining your sodden bedsheets and foamy white cum that coats the insides of your thighs.

Hoseok watches as you black out for a moment, thighs still trembling as he cums inside of you. Another wave of thick cum joining what was already sloshing inside your tummy.

“Oh baby” he moans, watching as your stomach continues to bloat, he groans— head of his cock no longer visible as his cum bulges put your stomach.

Tears fall down your cheeks, you’d loved feeling this full. Hoseok’s cock plugging everything up inside of you.

Your thighs continue to tremble, wanting to close but Hoseok’s legs preventing you from doing so.

“You okay?” he asks when you look somewhat coherent.

You simply nod, breathe stuttering as your lungs try to compensate for the lack of oxygen.

“Did so well for me” Hoseok coos, hands running over your stomach.

Your pussy clenches, Hoseok finally starting to soften inside of you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take another round of cum until what’s already inside of you is gone.

“I feel so full” you swallow thickly, head tilting down to look at your belly, “Why do you cum so much” your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“We didn’t put a towel down this time either” Hoseok tuts.

“Needed clean sheets anyways” you tell him.

“Ready for me to pull out then?” he asks and you frown.

There was something so fulfilling about being so full, stuffed until you were bloated with his seed. Everything Hoseok has to offer, plugged up inside of you— ever so warm and thick. The thought of him cumming inside you alone enough for you to tip over the edge again.

Gently Hoseok lays you back on the bed, your hips raised as his cock remains jammed inside of you.

“Do you have to?” you ask, and if Hoseok could see your face he thinks you’d be pouting.

“Gotta get cleaned up doll. I’ll eat you out in the shower if you want” he offers and you sigh.

Gently he eases his cock out of you, each ridge bumping against your walls that you feel more arousal start to leak out your hole. Overstimulation boarding too painful with each inch slipping out of your walls.

You feel the head pop out, a rush of thick cum following. You feel another wave of it fall onto the bedsheets when you clench, pussy gaping obscenely.

“Push it all out, darling. That’s it” Hoseok runs a hand over your ass, spreading your pussy lips as you force another gush of his cum out of you.

You moan when you feel two of his fingers work their way into your hole, another glob of cum dribbles out of you— your own watery arousal following soon after.

“Did so well for me” he praises, kissing the back of you thigh.

And maybe having a demon roommate wasn’t all that bad when you really think about it.

[moodymisty]

'We float for Macragge.' That is the cutest quote ever omg. Thank you for blessing me with this, I'd never seen the meme before. The blueberries are so charming sometimes 🥺 -anon that likes excerpts

It's one of the less popular iconic WH40k memes, but I see people reference it sometimes. Here's some more funnies because I like forcing people to read this stuff.

There's also the fucking hilarious scene of an astartes with new terminator armor falling through a floor, and his buddy has to call a crew with a crane to get him out, which is fucking hysterical. (master of sanctity)

‘Some kind of sub-level here,’ reported Daellon. ‘Descending.’ ‘Wait!’ yelled Telemenus, but his warning came too late. The audio pick-ups brought the sound of splintering woods and crumbling ferrocrete followed by an almighty crash. Daellon cursed without pause over the vox. ‘Report,’ barked Arbalan. ‘Brother Daellon misjudged the load bearing of some internal stairs, brother-sergeant,’ said Telemenus, trying not to laugh. For once he was glad somebody else was attracting the negative scrutiny. There was a chuckle from Cadmael and a sigh from Arbalan. ‘Daellon, can you climb out?’ asked the sergeant. ‘Negative, a three metre drop at least. The floor will not hold my weight to pull myself up.’ ‘No threats detected,’ Telemenus added, his auspex sensors encompassing the long row of huts. ‘Understood,’ said Arbalan. He sounded impatient. ‘Daellon, remain in place, I will signal for an armoury extraction team. Telemenus, rejoin the squad.'

There's also a book I don't remember where a group of baseline humans are descending from tight steps with an astartes, and are VERY concerned at the creaking of the stairs from his weight. Chunky boi

Also here's Guilliman making a joke in Armour of Fate about him being stuck in this massive bulky armor and Sicarius just, doesn't get it. This moment was another reason why I always recommend Dark Imperium to people, it just kind of gets Guilliman and how different he is from his legion now.

Sheaves of blueprints were scattered across the desk in front of him. He spotted something of interest written on one and reached for it, gritting his teeth against the purring of the suit. He always reached with his right hand. The integration points for the Hand of Dominion on his left made picking anything up nigh on impossible, even with the over gauntlet and its underslung bolter removed. Day-to-day tasks such as this were a struggle. His armoured fingers pushed at slick plastek. Ceramite skidded across the papers, knocking them to the ground in wafting flutters. ‘Oh, for the love of…’ he grumbled as he bent awkwardly to pick them up. The Armour of Fate was bulky. As its waist joint prevented him from flexing his spine and reaching the floor, he had to kneel. He reached for the scattered flimsies. Fingertips failed to grasp the sheets, sending them fleeing in small armadas over the polished floor. He growled in frustration, abandoned his task and stood, drawing a curious look from Sicarius. ‘I have the manual dexterity of a Legio Cybernetica battle automaton!’ Guilliman said. ‘Created by the Lord of All Mankind, master of the greatest armies in the Imperium, and I cannot pick up a plastek flimsy.’ He glared at the offending articles. ‘My greatest enemy.’ There was a thoughtful quiet. ‘You are joking, my lord?’ said Sicarius. Guilliman looked at Sicarius. He had to turn all the way around to do so. The pauldrons, ornamental wings and large halo mounted on his back made it impossible for him to see over his shoulder. At least he had stopped knocking into things. There was that. ‘By the Throne, why am I expected to be serious at all times? Yes, Captain Sicarius, I am making light of my predicament. During the worst of the Great Crusade, I was known to make the occasional jest. Even after Terra fell. I did not spend my entire previous life writing deep thoughts into little notebooks, but sometimes dared to enjoy myself. I suppose that was not recorded in the hagiographies.’ ‘Humour is not something you are renowned for, my lord.’ ‘My time in this new age has revealed that to me amply.’

I have way too many random book moments stuck in my head. And not enough space for actual useful information.

[everythingdenied]

breaking the bed in-matty healy

a/n: hi bb's <3 it's been a while, huh? but i'm back on my bullshit & after like eight years of deliberating what to write...i present to you: sub!matty. i wrote most of this half asleep and i haven't proofread it yet but i'm desperate to post so here you all go hehe ;) also, i can't thank @eaglestar31 enough for all the help and inspo w this (including this beautiful fucking picture.) everyone go say thank you evie!!!

warnings: pure filth, fem!reader, mentions of light restrains/being tied up etc wc: 2403

When he and I had shared our first kiss in a dingy Soho bar, drunk on cheap lager and lust, I'd hardly imagined that, one day, we'd find ourselves here, moving in together.

Sat cross legged in our apartment, hearts full and rooms bare, it felt strange to be able to say that, finally, we were settling down. It was only a small flat, a little one bedroom tucked away on the outskirts of Bethnal Green, but I didn't mind one bit. I'd have been content living in an old wheelie bin, as long as it was our wheelie bin to share. I didn't even care that the place was a mess, cardboard boxes littering every room, or that Matty had somehow already managed to make the air heavy with the smell of his cigarettes; I was floating on a high, one that even the tedious building of flat pack furniture couldn't spoil. No matter how much Matty whined about it. 

Padding into our bedroom with my hands curled around a lukewarm cup of coffee, my lips curved into an affectionate smile at the sight before me. Matty was sat cross legged on the floor, brows knitted together in concentration as he desperately tried to screw our new bed-frame together. He'd been at it all afternoon, vehemently insistent that building a bed was light work for him. However, as the hours passed, it had become increasingly obvious that DIY wasn't exactly his strong suit, despite the manly facade he'd initially put on. Albeit, I couldn't complain; watching him hard at work with his sweatpants hanging low on his waist and sweat sheathing his brow had been the highlight of moving day.

"How's it comin' along?" I teased playfully, gingerly leaning against the doorframe as I watched Matty attempt to jam an ill-fitting screw into the bed post, his muscles flexing in his tight black tank top.

Huffing, he let out a frustrated whimper as the screw fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a loud clank.

"Shit..." he cursed, glancing up at me through his wild mop of curls as he scrabbled around for the instructions. "I don't think i'm cut out for this DIY shit. Maybe we should, like, call Ross or summat. He'll be good at this stuff..."

"Aw, poor baby" I chuckled warmly, carefully setting my mug down. "You want some help?"

Matty glanced between me and the jumbled mess of screws and ambiguous metal parts littering the floor, wondering whether to admit defeat, before tentatively nodding his head. "Please..." he mumbled, sounding somewhat deflated. "Can't fuckin' figure this out."

More than happy to oblige, I plopped down atop Matty's lap, his warm hands instantly finding their place on my waist as I reached out for the flimsy manual. He nuzzled into my neck, his unruly curls tickling lightly against my skin as his breath fanned my cheek. I giggled at the sensation, desperately trying not to let my mind wander as I skim read the instructions. Matty, on the other hand, seemed to have already let his fall deep into the gutter, his lips meeting my jawline as he mewled softly.

"You're so gorgeous..." He hummed against my skin, hands snaking beneath the hem of my old t-shirt. "Can't believe I get to share a bed with you for the rest of my life."

Smirking, I cupped the soft curvature of his jaw. "That is if we ever get it built" I quipped teasingly, leaning into his touch momentarily before pulling away. “C’mon…I think I’ve figured out where this piece goes.” 

Matty whimpered lowly, his head falling limp against my shoulder. “Mph, can’t we take a break? Been at this for hours now” 

I rolled my eyes playfully, relishing in the mere thought of denying him what he so desperately yearned for. It was always so easy for me to get him worked up, the most simple act of sitting on his lap rendering him restless and needy, already hardening beneath the confines of his sweatpants.

“I thought you wanted my help?” I turned my head to face him, a teasing smirk tugging on the corner of my lips as I shifted atop his lap, hearing the shaky draw of his breath as my ass brushed over his growing bulge. I reached forward to grab the screwdriver tossed haphazardly onto the floor, feeling his gaze fix on my butt, clad only in a pair of tight shorts.

"Angel..." Matty practically whined, fidgeting uncomfortably beneath me. "Play fair."

"Hmm?" I feigned innocence, biting back the sadistic laughter bubbling in my throat as I watched his eyes glaze over with desire, knowing I had no intention of giving in anytime soon. "I'm not doin' anything."

Matty frowned, listlessly accepting the screwdriver I held out to him. He mumbled something unintelligible under his shaky breath, grumbling like a petulant child as I denied him once more, moving his wandering hands away from the waistband of my shorts.

"What was that, baby?" I hummed lowly, adjusting my position until I was straddling Matty. "C'mon. What did you say?"

"S'not nice to tease..."

"And it's not nice to act like a needy little brat either but...here we both are."

Matty pouted, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as he I cupped his chin in my hands, his usually bright eyes blown wide as he blinked up at me, the golden afternoon sun speckling his face.

"Please, baby..." He choked out. "Can't just get me all worked up like this and do nothing."

I tittered, letting my hands travel to the bag of his neck, grabbing lightly at a handful of his curls.

"Oh, my poor needy boy" I mocked, my honey sweet tone the perfect antitheses to Matty's pained whimper. "Need me to get you off so bad, don't you?" He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped harshly, greedy hands fumbling for any part of my skin he could reach. "Well, you're gonna have to wait, baby. Can't have it yet."

"Angel...please." He breathed out, desperately bucking his crotch up against me.

"Nuh uh, don't be so pathetic. Gotta build this bed first, yeah? Then maybe you'll get your reward..."

Finally realising, much to his chagrin, that no amount of whining or pleading would lead to him getting his way, Matty gave in, distractedly attempting to finish up the flat pack bed he'd been working on all day. His movements were hasty and haphazard and, buzzing with sexual tension, he often found himself screwing wrong ends together, unable to keep himself focused on the task in hand when I was sat only inches away, arse pressed against his throbbing hard on. However, after what felt like hours for both Matty and I, he managed to screw the last end of the bedpost together, looking as if he was about to burst with anticipation as he hurriedly dragged our new mattress onto the bed frame.

His eyes flitted between me and the bed as he carefully sat himself down on the very edge, breath catching his throat as I moved to straddle his waist once more, fingers trailing his biceps.

"Good job, baby" I cooed sweetly, fingers teasing the waist band of his sweats. My core dripped at the very prospect of what I was about to do. "Did so well for me. My big strong boy. Think you deserve your reward now, yeah?"

Matty nodded frantically, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. "P-please, baby. Been so good."

"Mhm, you have" I agreed, shimmying his pants down slightly so that his cock finally sprung free, its tip an angry rouge. Smiling, I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back lightly. "Lie back for me, sweet boy."

Eager to do what he was told, Matty lay back against the mattress, gasping as my thumb trailed down the base of his cock, collecting some of his dripping pre-cum.

"God, look how fuckin' desperate you already are, baby. Been wanting to break the bed in all day, hmm?" I held my thumb to his pink lips. "Wanna taste how fuckin' needy you are?" Matty nodded once more, taking my thumb in his mouth without question as he licked it clean off his own arousal, whimpering as I continued to grind my hips against him. "Good boy."

His jaw slackened and my thumb fell from his lips as I leaned down to kiss him softly, the usually loving gesture oozing with sex. Pulling apart, I moved from the bed, tiptoeing across the room to reach into one of the cardboard boxes Matty and I had lugged into our apartment earlier this morning.

"Baby...w-what?" Matty whimpered from his position on the bed, craning his neck to look for what could have possibly taken my attention away from him.

"Shh, s'okay, baby. One sec." I crooned, finally finding what I'd been looking for under a heap of Matty's clothes stuffed into a box. I pulled the thin black neck tie from the box, a satisfied smile on my lips as I clambered back atop Matty, watching his plump lips form a knowing 'O' shape. "Gonna let me tie you up, pretty boy?"

He was more than happy to agree, gazing up at me in awe as I took ahold of his slender wrists, delicately looping the satin tie around them until it was just tight enough to restrain his hands behind his head. "Feel okay?" I asked, sitting back to admire him as he lay sprawled out on our new bed, his sweatpants pooling around his knees. I relished in how vulnerable he looked like this, his skin beaded with sweat and his hair tousled as he nodded his head submissively, desperate for my touch. "Good. Look so pretty like this. All tied up for me."

I hummed to myself, fingers brushing over his throbbing cock once more before I wrapped my hand around it, languidly pumping him a few times as he writhed beneath me.

"Angel, f-fuck, please. N-need to be in you."

"I know, baby, I know. Do anything for this cunt, wouldn't you?" I teased, keeping my pace painfully slow as I moved my hand up and down his length as his hazy brown eyes bore into me, wordlessly begging for more as he lay helpless beneath me. I could tell he longed for nothing more than to touch me and, whilst I adored the feeling of having his hands roam my body, I couldn't help but relish in seeing him completely at my mercy. "Want me to use you, love? Get myself off on your cock?

"S-shit...please. Use me, b-baby. Do anything. Just...fuck...need you" Matty pleaded breathlessly ,bucking his hips into my hand as I felt his release, already on the brink of undo after an hours worth of teasing. I carefully pulled my hand away, watching his wrists strain against his makeshift restrains as I moved to slip off my shorts, tossing them onto the floor along with the lace panties he'd bought me months ago.

Adjusting my position, I lowered myself down onto Matty's length, feeling him fill me up completely. He let out a choked whimpered, practically on the verge of tears by the time I eventually began to rock my hips. I started off slow, moving almost rhythmically along with the cacophony of choked moans and whines I'd elicited from his lips. However, with each pleading whimper, I found it hard to tease, so intent on my own release that I started to bounce on his cock, hands splayed out on his chest as I chased my own high, fucking myself on him.

"Fuck...doing so good for me, sweet boy. Feel good?"

He said nothing, only whimpering as he rolled his hips into mine. However, he needn't say a word anyhow; watching his eyes roll back into his head as he panted messily beneath me said more than any amount of praise could.

Soon enough, I could feel myself tightening around him, pleasure clouding my mind as I rode him, knowing he wouldn't be far behind from me. As if on cue, Matty bucked his hips sharply into me, his back arching off the soft mattress. "F-fuck, angel. Please...f-faster. Don't stop...think i'm gonna...fuck" He breathed out, a slew of incoherent curses leaving his parted lips as I sank down onto his hard cock once more, feeling it twitch inside my warmth. "You gonna cum, baby? S'that what you're tryna say" I mocked his unfinished words teasingly, thumbs digging into his waist as I rode him, the filthy sound of skin slapping together echoing around the almost completely bare room. "M'not far off. Hold it in for me till I cum, yeah? Think you can...think you can do that for me, pretty boy?"

Matty nodded tentatively, seemingly unsure of his own ability to hold off but willing to try for me as I sped up my movement, seconds away from release.

"That's my good boy."

Soon enough, I felt myself start to come undone around him, my nails digging harshly into his skin soft as I drew out my high, leaving little red nail marks peppered along his waist. I let out a prolonged moan, barely slowing as I encouraged Matty to let go with me, lidded eyes watching as the love of my life writhed in pleasure beneath me, marked and tied; all mine.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for me, yeah? Doing so good" I praised him breathlessly, watching him desperately roll his hips into me, whimpering loudly until he finally let go, his back falling against the mattress as he finally came, his cum dripping out of my sensitive pussy and down the base of his red-raw length.

"F-fuck...b-baby. Thank you....thank you" He panted heavily, chest rising and falling as he remained deep inside of me, hands still bound together with one of his favourite ties as he blinked up at me through bleary eyes, our heads swimming with pleasure.

His sensitive body jolted as, after taking a few moments to recover, I slowly lifted myself off of him, making sure to be as delicate as possible as I heard him whimper at the loss of contact. Shuffling beside him, I reached out for his wrists, leaning down to kiss him as my fingers shakily worked to remove his restrains.

"Gonna take these off now, yeah, sweet boy? Think we've broken the bed in enough for today...."

[radioactive-earthshine]

Trick or treat?

🎃A TREAT! 👻

You get a piece of the unpublished KonBart Star Trek AU! Enjoy.

🖖

“This is Communications Officer Lieutenant Conner Kent from Cyclone Shuttle #2 to Red Tornado, Stardate [whatever] 05:18 Pacific Standard Earth Time. Status update: This is the third day we have been stranded in orbit above Hogarth 3. All warp capabilities are still inoperable due to what Helmsman Allen has now discovered to be a defective dilithium drive. We are unable to replicate the parts needed for the repair, not that either of us know how to repair the drive as it is, sorry Captain Irons from Engineering 103 at the Academy - I really did deserve that D hah! Annnyway. We’re limited to the shuttle’s propulsion systems which is not a viable option unless we wanted to spend the next ah, 10 years in the shuttle traveling at sub-light speeds to the nearest outpost. Which isn’t viable either because Helmsman Allen has calculated that life support is also failing and we’re likely to run out of oxygen within 24 standard hours. Because of these two catastrophic failures and analyzing our options, and that we have yet to have any of our messages responded to, Allen is going to attempt a manual landing on Hogarth 3. We know the planet is an M-Class type with no known sentient species. We’re going to attempt a landing around the planetary coordinates 19° N, 133° W which Allen has determined to be the most favorable location for an emergency landing and is currently in mid Spring. Thank you Commander Harper at the academy for the A in Survival Strategies, but a bigger thank you to Ma and Pa for the camping lessons in Appalachia. If we make it I’ll send another status update, if not, well… …You all were amazing and I loved every moment serving on Reddy. Thanks for the party. This is Communications Officer Lieutenant Conner Kent, signing off, hopefully just for now.” 

Conner took a long slow breath as he finished his recording and saved the message before broadcasting into the cold cosmos. When he was done he turned to Bart at the front of their shuttle, he was drawing a scale on the window in a coral pink lipstick. 

“You forgot to tell ‘em the navigation equipment was completely down,” said Bart as he capped the lipstick and tucked it back where he found it in the side pocket of the pilot’s chair. Conner walked the length of the narrow long shuttle to the copilot seat and sat down, buckling in. 

“I also didn’t tell them we think this is sabotage,” Conner revealed cautiously. “Three major systems all failing one after the other; we’ve been in some dire situations before but this feels targeted.” 

“Section 31?” Bart suggested as he started to input the commands to the shuttle and they began to glide in position above Hogarth 3 and its beautiful blue and green glory. “Do you think Section 31 is trying to get rid of you again? Er, of us?” 

“I really don’t know,” admitted Kon and he frowned. “Tim says they no longer consider me to be a threat to the Federation and are convinced of my ‘integrity’ and loyalty to not go AWOL. And you well…” he trailed off and Bart smiled tiredly, impishly. 

“Nothing quite like me around either but I guess I haven’t proven myself as trustworthy yet.”  

Conner’s hand moved to cover one of Bart’s. “They’re idiots. I trust you.”

[dimalink]

Free Blocker – blocks and center of the screen

With programming language Free Basic I am going to finish with game FreeBlocker. I write it with programming language Free Basic. That’s why, it has this name. And game is about little squares. And I call them here - blocks. As in Tetris, there it were, also, a blocks. But, here it is everything simple.

You are standing in a line. It is such a strip in a middle of the screen. And, you have only three steps. To the left and to the right. Three states. Central, left, and right. And with space you are catching little squares (blocks), which are, someway, moving to your side. If you want, you can count, that they are falling into the glass, something like from the top. Or you are flying in space about a straight line or by a road (highway) you are moving. It is a thing about your imagination.

With space you are catching blocks.

Space activates two blocks, which up draw before you. If block is in one of these blocks, then you gain scores! And if block crash into you – then you lost some energy! Blocks are appearing at the up part of the screen, random way.

This is the idea of the little game.

Game is simple – I try new Basic for myself. To programming with it later. And things go just excellent! But, this is a first game with Free Basic. And, that’s why, it will be simple.

Interesting point, that game is, something like, – some pseudo model for shooter game. Shmups, also, these games are called. Shoot them all. Subgenre. So, this is narrow strip. And, you are flying with a mad speed. Everything is flying with a fast speed around you. So, something a little that idea – prototype of a shooter game.

Also, game is made with resolution 320 x 200 and 16 colors. That reminds a lot retro. And, some, thing like MS DOS. Some simple little game for MS DOS. To have some free time.

Also, I have a such idea. That you are in some space tunnel, in sub space, in a wormhole and you fly there. And everything happens with you there.

So, here it is everything simple – catch with space blocks and gain scores. Move through game levels. Menus all are simple.

So, personally about me, I can, sometimes, to see screenshots for old games, MS DOS games. Also, including, games with minimal graphics, 16 colors or text graphics. And, very long time, I was interesting into that imitation of that kind of games for MS DOS.

Game is something like very minimal, everything you need is there – to be it a game. It is first probe of programming language Free Basic.

A little, I want to take a time about technical part. I have something to say. But, I will write it short way. Because of, here, it is mainly, about a videogame theme! And, I have some achievements in this tech side! Before these days, I have never to do things like now, I never had a skills before, never has experience about that!

Now, I am trying new dialect of programming language Basic – this time it is Free Basic. I am learning programming with Basic! It sounds strong! So, I am a big fan of Basic! And, I am proud of it! I read manual, users guide. Write code.

And add to this, at last, I write all the code using program GVim. It is text editor for programmers. Bit it is, something, very global, that I, personally I, can say it is some operating system, simply. It can do lots of things! Or, something like, a shell type Norton Commander, Total Commander. But, take into account, it is made about a programmers need. Unbelievable thing.

And, I compile program by myself using commands, makefile, first time ever, I write most simple by myself. Structure of program is modules. So, it consists of several files.

So, it is cool to programming with Basic! Have your excellent BASIC day!

This game will be released in terms of new version Basic Pascal Pack games. This game and some more games will be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. As soon as I will have several complete games. All of them will to be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. And a new version Basic Pascal Pack will be published for download.

Basic Pascal pack - whole pack of games and programes, written with basic and pascal. It is retro. With each game and program there is a page at author`s website. There are aditional information, descriptions, pictures, arts.

Basic Pascal: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/packs/basicpascal/index_eng.html

Itchio: https://dimalink.itch.io/basic-pascal GameJolt: https://gamejolt.com/games/BasicPascal/773385 Website: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Masterpost and About Me

Pronouns: For now everything is fine. I don't know what my gender is and there are so many things that I have to do first before I can figure it out.

Name: You can Use Ita/ITA (Shoutout to @benkaaoi for first calling me that)

Original Post Tag: ITA Original (I have backtracked this using XKit because prev my original post had the txt automated tag, but I have only been using the txt tag since last year so those are the only post that got backtracked) - (Shoutout to @twig-tea for first giving me the original tag idea)

Posts where I comment on My Reblog will Have the tag: ITA Responds (I have not backtracked this except one or two posts, that will take a lot of manual labor, I might get to it in the future, I don't do it that often anyway)

Just an FIY: If you have issues with any of my thoughts and you want to engage with them, please feel free to do so directely. So long as everyone stays polite we can have a discussion. We can even just agree to disagree mutually block each other and move on. I do not like vagueposting. Just be direct please.

This blog is mostly BL and Stray Kids. Now more of the latter as I get over burn out for BL watching. Some other queer shows might pop up. But it's mostly those two things now.

META/ANALYSIS AND POSTS I WANT TO HIGHLIGHT

FoureverYou Project Masterpost

The Trainee: No Kiss Till The Finale

GMMTV QL Plan

Ossan no Pants ga Nandatte Ii Janai ka! Mini Thought Dump/Review

Taishin ND Read

We Are: Why I Didn't Like It

Only Boo Finale

Weddings In QL

About GLs - Small update October 2024 given my burn out and general difficulties with GLs I have decided to give up on watching GLs completely.

BL Wishes

Only Friends Pilot Trailer vs The Show (Not going to put all my OFTS posts but this one is relevant to a possible future meta post that might happen)

Make A Wish Sub Ita Thoughts

Poly Post

Dead Friend Forever Finale/Retrospective: x x Also: Still waiting for my fix it fic (Not going to list all my DFF posts just the final ones)

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Maybe Let's take BL actors at their word, K? Thanks!

BOC and NC Scenes (w additions - also look at the notes for more info)

4 Minutes: First Theory - Post 6 - Post Ep 6 Theory - Small theory on the ending on @lurkingshan's post - Post Ep 7 Tonkla Meta - Post Finale mini rant

Ohm Thitiwat is at GMMTV and I freak out about it

The Importance Of Tone in QLs

Been Listening to Stray Kids

Burn Out On BLs

Thoughts on RPF

Venting about Peaceful Property Now That it's Done

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: December 15/23

Hey everyone!!! I hope you've had a wonderful week and are ready for some great fics to read this weekend!! Check out this fics I've added to lists recently!! Enjoy!!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Control by ladylindaaa (E, 2,270 w., 1 Ch. || Doms and Subs || Light BDSM, Dom Sherlock, Sub John, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Emotional Sex, Comfort, Safety, Mental Health, Past Suicidal Ideation, Established Relationship, Face Fucking, Edging, Artsy Smut) – Somehow, even with the firm limitations of the universe in place, Sherlock touches him everywhere, all at once. The scientist has ignored the science—which was his very religion, before John came along—and persisted, still fighting for a complete integration of cells, an indivisible unity that’s derived from the sum of two.

RECENT MFLs

I Got Shot, Let's Have Dinner by Musings_0 (T, 5,583+ w., 4/10 Ch. || WIP || Alternate First Meeting AU || BAMF John, Meet as Kids, Reunion, Protective Mycroft, Big Brother Mycroft, Flirting, Past Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Humour) – What if Sherlock Holmes and John Watson already knew each other from school? When Mike reunites them, is something more than friendship rekindled?

Nothing to Celebrate by DiscordantWords (M, 30,066 w., 23 Ch. || Post TRF / S3 Rewrite, Reunion, Not-Nice Mary, Secrets, Lies, Pining, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead. Things only get worse from there.

RECENTLY BOOKMARKED LOKIUS FICS

but you saw enough by markofalover (G, 1,882 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Lokius, S2E5 Rewrite, Time Travel, Recovered Memories, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together) – “What if,” he breaks the silence, at his desk. Loki’s got a chair pulled up right beside him, actually studying the TVA manual, because they can’t go anywhere without the other these days. “What if—we go look? Together?” Loki looks up immediately. “To your place on the timeline?”

Off The Beaten Path by ChaosAndOrder (T, 2,219 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Lokius, Post S2, S2E06 Fix It, Grief/Mourning, Loki Has ADHD, Feelings Realization, Pining Mobius, Angst with Melancholy Ending, Made Me Cry) – Mobius deals with the aftermath of Loki's choice and makes one of his own.

[https-cyber-slxt]

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Sub!Nero x FemDom!Reader

A/N: GRRRRR RARW BARK AVKR RAAAHHHH BRRRRRR GRRRR BARK BARK

Your eyes flutter open as the early morning sun shines directly in them. Your first instinct was to feel around for your husband, Nero. But you couldn't feel him next to you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look over to where he usually sleeps. Nothing, it's empty, but the spot is still somewhat warm, meaning its only been a few minutes since he got up.

The smell of bacon and eggs fill your nostrils the immediate moment after. Oh, so that's where he is. You smile to yourself as you get out of bed, grabbing his jacket off the desk chair and putting it on, making your way to the kitchen. You sneak up to the kitchen entrance, surprised at the scene in front of you. Nero was completely naked, except for his dark blue apron and collar, the bells jingling as she moves around to grab condiments and spices, completely oblivious to your presence behind him.

You fiddle with your fingers, biting your bottom lips as you stare at his perfect, plump ass. The way his back muscles would flex when grabbing something from above or next to him. Oh but you also couldn't forget those nice and dark purple hickeys on his shoulders and neck from last night.

You walk up directly behind him, but you don't touch him, you just sit back and admire his body... your body, a body that belongs to you, and will only belong to you.

Nero turns around to grab something from the cupboard above you, but when he fully turns, he gets a fright and physically jumps at your sudden presence. “M- Mistress! What are you doing up? I thought you'd still be asleep.” You ignore him and point to the cupboard above you, telling him to continue with whatever he was doing. He was hesitant, staring at you with confusion and desperation.

You give him a glare that even scared both Dante and Vergil and he continues his actions, grabbing the porcelain plates out and setting them aside, attempting his best to keep his eyes off you, his erection growing underneath your own gaze. He turns back to the pan in the stove, trying his best to keep calm.

Unexpectedly, you walk closer to him, your arms around his hips, one of your hands leaning closer and closer to his aching cock. Nero softly whines and moves his free hand to yours, but you smack it away. “Focus on the food Nero, not on me” you command, your hand rubbing him through his apron. “Bu- but Mistress, you're ma-making it so hard to do that...” Nero whines while slightly arching his back.

You move your hand underneath his apron and push yourself even closer to him, to the point where he was squished in between the kitchen counter and you, making him arching against the table. His cock was practically covered in pre, the consequence of your earlier action. Your hand wraps around his dick, pumping up and down agonizingly slow, causing Nero to whimper and whine for you to properly touch him.

“Please! Ngh~ Mistress please, faster! Faster please! You're gonna break me- like this!” Nero begs, moving his hand to the one you have on his cock, trying to make you go faster manually. You scoff, smacking his hand away, then smacking his ass with your other hand. He yelps at the sudden impact.

“Such a bad boy Nero, I think you need a punishment..” your voice filled with malicious intent. Nero's eyes widen at your words, “No! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mistress! I didn't mean-” his sentence cut off by a smack to his face. You turn Nero around, having his back instead of his stomach against the counter. “I want you you to do something Nero, I want you keep eye contact with me, the whole time, understand?”

If there was one thing Nero was awkward about, it was eye contact, especially during sex, if he wasn't out fighting demons or just with friends, eye contact was something he couldn't maintain, it was even worse when he orgasms. Every time he came, he just had to shut his eyes and look away from you, afraid you'll judge the way his face contorts into pleasure as he cums all over himself. (He definitely does an aheago face)

After a bit of thinking, he nods, ready to overcome this weird fear of his. You untie the apron, making it fall to his feet, his perfect, porcelain body exposed for you, only you. You push yourself against his waist, his cock sliding delicately against your lower abdomen, causing whimpers to leave his mouth.

Your left hand drags itself into Nero's hair, massaging his scalp in reassurance, your other hand wraps back around his cock, the pace a little bit faster than before. Nero keeps his eyes on yours as best as he could, he couldn't kiss you either, considering that would count as breaking eye contact.

He covers his mouth as you pump faster, your thumb occasionally messing with his tip every once and a while. Nero restrains himself from throwing his head back. “You- you're such a cruel, cruel Mistress you know?” Nero tries to talk some sense into you, but you weren't having it. I mean, you can't take him seriously when his legs are shaking with drool slipping down his chin and his eyes watery now can you?

Nero blink a few times, getting the tears out of the way, his gaze still heavy on you, although he's starting to break. But when your nails drag against his cock and your thumb rubs intensely against his tip, he can't help but crack. In one swift motion he grabs your biceps for support. “Shit! Shitshitshit! I'm gonna- ah! I'm gonna- ah! Fuckfuck- FUCK!”

Nero tries his best to look at you, but when your nails drag he can't help but fall back against the counter, grabbing the edge and throwing his head back. “Cumming! Cumming! AH~! Nnggggggghaaa~!”

Nero spills his slick everywhere, most of it landing on your stomach and chest, but some unfortunate to land on the floor. You groan and grab his collar, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. “You did good Nero, but you didn't keep eye contact all the way.. Bend over for me.”

Oh dear, this is going to be a long morning...

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Fugitive Notice #S-B/F-2/11

NOTICE TO ALL STAFF: Due to yesterday's incident (see Incident Report #S-F/F-4/12), a number of files on our local computers have been damaged or corrupted beyond automatic salvaging. We are requesting any and all staff with access to digital backups or physical copies of corresponding files to assist in manually restoring them.

Remember to check the very end of all files for potential notations left by fellow staff members.

Thank you.

☞︎◆︎♑︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♏︎ ☠︎□︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎♏︎ ✁︎💧︎📫︎👌︎📭︎☞︎📫︎📄︎📭︎📂︎📂︎

Summary: Test Subject has escaped from Facility 2 in Sector B. CO☠︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎RED 👎︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎ROUS

Name: ☟︎♏︎♓︎♎︎♓︎ 💧︎⧫︎♋︎♓︎♑︎♋︎●︎●︎ (☼︎♏︎⬧︎◻︎□︎■︎♎︎⬧︎ ⧫︎□︎ She/Her)

Species: 💣︎♓︎⌧︎♏︎♎︎📫︎👌︎●︎□︎□︎♎︎ Human (approx. ≤ 1/16 ✞︎♋︎❍︎◻︎♓︎❒︎♏︎ DNA) [HEXALIAN]

Hexalia’s Mark: Pr□︎❍︎♓︎■︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ☞︎●︎□︎❒︎♋︎●︎ Pattern with Clo❖︎♏︎■︎ Animal Tracks (Stomach)

Blackblood Status: Infected (H♏︎❒︎♏︎♎︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎ry)

Blackblood ID: Subject 📁︎🖰︎📁︎🗐︎🗐︎⌛︎ (Trueblood)

In the ⬥︎♋︎🙵♏︎ of a recent incident (see ✋︎■︎♍︎♓︎♎︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ Report #S-B/F-2/59), H♏︎♓︎♎︎♓︎ 💧︎⧫︎♋︎♓︎♑︎♋︎ll managed to escape in the chaos. Her height in “base form” is about 📂︎🖮︎📁︎ centimeters, with a strong, stocky build. When she originally arrived in her a⬧︎⬧︎♓︎♑︎■︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎♋︎♍︎♓︎●︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬧︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♌︎❒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎📪︎ ♍︎□︎●︎□︎❒︎♐︎◆︎●︎ ♒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎●︎♓︎ghts in her hair. It is likely that she will ♎︎⍓︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♒︎♋︎♓︎❒︎ again, possibly a complete solid color, to di⬧︎♑︎◆︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎rself.

☟︎♏︎♓︎♎︎♓︎ was one of the many individuals brought into facilities from E❒︎⧫︎□︎■︎♐︎♓︎♏︎●︎d after the rise of Sub🙰♏︎♍︎⧫︎ 📁︎📂︎⌛︎🖰︎04-👍︎ [🏱︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎●︎♏︎■︎♍︎♏︎]. While unlikely, given the amount of ⧫︎♓︎❍︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♒︎♋︎⬧︎ ◻︎♋︎⬧︎⬧︎♏︎♎︎, it is possible that she might return to her hometown. Staff Members in 💧︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎□︎❒︎ ☺︎ are advised to keep a tentative eye out for her now that ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎□︎◻︎◆︎●︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎♎︎.

Prior to her capture, she was a somewhat well-known cr♏︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎e on certain so♍︎♓︎♋︎●︎ ❍︎♏︎♎︎♓︎♋︎ ◻︎●︎♋︎⧫︎♐︎orms. Originally, her final post had been an episode of her main ♍︎♒︎♋︎■︎■︎♏︎●︎’⬧︎ ⧫︎♋︎●︎🙵 ⬧︎♒︎□︎⬥︎, apparently scheduled to automatically upload the morning after ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♓︎■︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎♋︎●︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎♋︎◻︎◻︎♏︎♋︎❒︎♋︎■︎♍︎♏︎📬︎ 👍︎◆︎❒︎❒︎♏︎■︎⧫︎●︎⍓︎📪︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ♐︎□︎und two new videos, the first being an apparent cry for h♏︎●︎◻︎ ■︎ot long after her esc♋︎◻︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ⧫︎he most recent only bearing the ☼︎♏︎♌︎♏︎●︎⬧︎’ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♑︎■︎♓︎♋︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ●︎□︎◆︎♎︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎.

B♏︎ ♋︎♎︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎d: Her Blackblood, ■︎♓︎♍︎🙵■︎♋︎❍︎♏︎♎︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎ ☝︎♋︎❒︎♎︎♏︎■︎♏︎❒︎, is a versatile Hu■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ Class, able to summon lethal weapons and use them eff♏︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ⬥︎♒︎♏︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎■︎♏︎♎︎📪︎ ♋︎●︎□︎■︎♑︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎♏︎❒︎toire of magic summons. During her time in the Facility, she rea♍︎♒︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ◻︎♏︎♋︎🙵 □︎♐︎ ♒︎er Blackblood, meaning she is ful●︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎■︎⬧︎♍︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♓︎■︎ ♍︎□︎■︎⧫︎rol of her ♋︎●︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎ form. Approach with Caution, ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♎︎□︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ♒︎□︎●︎♎︎ ♌︎♋︎♍︎🙵.

Report any and all sightings to staff in Sector B and remain vigilant to ☼︎♏︎♌︎♏︎●︎ ♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎.

-Panda's- Notes: Psst, hey! I found a bunch of these in that box I mentioned before too. Most of them aren't this messed up though. This could be bad...

Panda's Extra Notes: A lovely cookie is in store for anyone willing to look into this gal. >w&lt; My beta readers don't count. They're always allowed cookies.

[gothamslostboy]

Hey y’all. Wanted to post something kinda different today! Normal post will be back afterwards

IMPORTANT NOTE: some of the ppl or characters in added here may not be good ppl. (I haven’t consumed all the media)

TRANSGENDER[adj]: denoting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond with the sex registered for them at birth

Common Terms:

FTM: female to male

MTF: male to female

ASAB: assigned sex at birth

AMAB: assigned male at birth

AFAB: assigned female at birth

CISGENDER: someone who isn’t trans; a person who identifies with their ASAB

NONBINARY: umbrella term; someone who isn’t male or female exclusively; some common sub labels include gender-fluid, agender, & bi-gender

DYSPHORIA: a sense of unease that a person may have because of a mismatch between their biological sex and their gender identity

DEADNAME: name given to person before coming out that is no longer used

NEOPRONOUNS: pronouns other than ‘he/she/ they’; commonly used by neurodivergent people

DEMIBOY: person who feels their gender identity partially identifies with a masculine identity but is not wholly a boy

DEMIGIRL: person who feels their gender identity partially identifies with a feminine identity but is not wholly a girl

HRT: hormone replacement therapy; process of a trans person taking hormones that identify w/ their identity; AFAB ppl: testosterone & AMAB ppl: estrogen

GENDER ENVY: feelings of jealousy a trans person gets when they see someone with the traits/appearance they desire

CANON CHARACTERS:

Glen & Glenda- chucky

Elle Argent- heartstopper (loml, my queen)

Adam Torres- degrassi: next generation

Birdo- mario [she is referred to as "male who believes that he is a female" in first edition manual (North America) of Super Mario Bros. 2, so I’d say it’s canon]

Aaron- the fosters

Klaus Hargreeves?- tua (I think his actor confirmed Klaus is nonbinary & uses he/they)

Viktor Hargreeves- tua

Cha Cha- bobs burgers

Damien Bloodmarch?- dream daddy

Glitter- bobs burgers

Jim- ofmd

Jewelstar- she ra & the princesses of power

Natalie- big mouth

Trevor- shameless

Marshmallow- bobs burgers

Raine Whispers- the owl house

Marbles- bobs burgers

Beiste- glee

Bailey Delvecchio- the baby sitters club

Kusuo Saiki- the disastrous life of saiki k.

Loki- marvel comics

Yawara Chatora- mha/bnha

Jules- euphoria

Lev- the last of us

Stat- q force

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Like I said before this isn’t my usual content but I felt the need to make this for a few reasons:

To educate people who might not be familiar with the terms

To show our representation in media

(This one & the next are kinda personal) I recently came out to some of my family as trans, and while they have taken it well, they don’t understand what being trans really is. So this is me organizing information in an accessible way

I’m nervous about publicly coming out and this makes me feel better about it

Please note that this does not contain all terms & information, as that would be a long post. I am also not aware of all trans representation in the world but I tried to include as many as I could

[spikeinthepunch]

one thing that consistently bugs me in regards to like.. this area of youtube content creators i watch and the thought of also wanting to make videos or stream is that i have no clue how you get "connected". like sure i can do a lot of solo projects but if i wanna collaborate, i have zero idea on how to like... idk. how do you meet people in what is basically a purely online job. esp when creators who are growing dont interact w fans in the way they interact with actual friends. of course, there is always that chance you connect w someone in a way thats more friend than fan, but i feel like its hard to differentiate that difference sometimes.

especially because i see a lot of how people expect their status as a patreon sub/channel sub/etc as The Way to befriend content creators. i do think that being in those community spaces helps in many ways but the problem is when youre honed in on that being The way. like you cant just have your sights set on using money related tools to get closer to people. even so, a lot of the more direct spaces w creators are behind things like this so... like, its not Wrong to support people and use those spaces. still, i always feel strange about that being the most common methods of potentially connecting w people.

its unsurprising that as a job related to entertainment, that streams/yt content creators feel like they rely so heavily on ~connections~ because 99% of the entertainment industry is just like that. and of course, esp in the case of an internet audience, you can grow in many ways- but i as ive been on the internet longer and longer i feel like i have a tough time making online friends for some reason. i cant really sit here like i expect some kind of instruction manual on how to do so... but is frustrating trying to feel mindful about it and not like im chasing after ppl through other supportive means, and just feel normal about befriending people w hope of getting it connected w my intents to also collaborate for fun.

[mccfilm]

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hey i'll be as regular as a saw fan can be, will you say more about the construction of CRT saw machine?? it's so fucking cool!!! im into analog media and want to make a vhs/crt setup but my knowledge stalls out at cassette tapes unfortunately

appreciate the normalcy!

I'm glad you like the crt, I'm more than happy to talk about the construction! The TV itself is pretty unremarkable, it can be subbed in this for anything display with a/v input (my damages tv is hdmi so a bit simpler in hardware).

The loop uses a pi zero w that runs older raspbian buster lite from a micro sd because I used omxplayer for the loop script which is depreciated now in favor of other video players (omx will not work if youre using any iteration of bullseye iirc). you can find lots of tutorials online that have prewritten loop scripts or if anyone is interested in making their own I can post the one I used. anyway, the movie file is compressed, I used ffmpeg, and stored on a mounted flashdrive. when the script is called it'll loop until it's shut down manually, but I didn't include any code to run it at bootup because i like to be able to start it manually. I do all of this via local ssh on my phone or laptop.

the zero w has a mini hdmi port, so for output, it's mini hdmi -> hdmi -> av converter -> crt! the converter I use is just a cheap $15 one you can get at electronics stores or on amazon and it's worked great so far.

I'm not at all familiar with linux based anything, so this has been a big learning experience but I got the hang of it quickly and you probably will too! everything i had issues with was very easy to troubleshoot online with the wealth of community info. If you make anything please show me, I'd love to see

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Jam 16.14 waktu Lyon and I am here in the ampitheatre of Palais de Congress de Lyon (… or some sort), sorry ga hapal nama benerannya in French, tapi intinya lagi conference ajasih seminggu ini. Namanya Goldschmidt, this is the biggest geochemistry conference in the world probably. I mean, HUGE conference in the world of Earth Sciences ada EGU, dan lalu AGU (Jujur kepanjangan dari 2 conference ini gatau apa) (oh habis googling, apparently just the name of the organization??? EGU stands for European Geosiciences Union and AGU American Geosciences Union, tbh the term “American” doesn’t sit right to me because ofc it’s only “The USA” but just their audacity to take the name of the whole continent for an association name??? Anyway…). Specific sub-study seperti geophysics ofc will have their own conference, dan juga ada yang super super specific lagi kaya khusus planetary geoscience misalnya, or volcanology. This Goldschmidt is my 2nd conference that I attended and talk in since I started my PhD, so that’s good I guess (?). My first one was a very intimate 2-day conference with specific theme held by Geological Society of London in Burlington House, London. Was it November last year? Lupa. Iya tapi intinya beda banget scale-wise. There was  no parallel session, everything is done in that one room.

Masing-masing model conference ini ada benefit dan caveatnya sih. Kalau kecil banget modelan conferencenya, you get to meet (maybe) just the right people to talk to, karena specific bgt kan topiknya, dan ya yang dateng mostly emang orang yang ngerjain apa yang kita kerjain juga. Nah tapi saking kecilnya, kadang the “big star” – the profs, the PIs, the ones you cited most, bisa ga datang karena mungkin they think it might not worth their time to “boast about their discovery” to such limited number of people. Nah kalau yang gede banget modelan Goldschmidt ini, you can almost be sure that the big star would be there. Tahun ini Tamsin dateng, kemarin w ngeliat Bergquist, tadi ada  Ros Rickaby, Chris Ballentine, Anthony Chappaz (salah satu reviewer paper w), dll dsb. Keuntungan lain dari big conference adalah: saking gedenya, you could be invisible and mabal easily if you want to (LOL). Dari kemarin, ku sendiri cuma papasan sama Joost di sesi Bergquist dan Isabel. Belum sempat ketemu sama Tamsin samsek juga. Bakal ketemu di hari Jumat anyway karena beliau yang akan meng-convene session w. Kekurangannya dari big conference, consequently,  adalah the VERY broad range of people and science you’re going to encounter. There are TOO many options all at once that you started to get overwhelmed and therefore get excited, confused and exhausted at the same time. Kadang bisa ada 2 sesi parallel yang amat sangat menarik going on at the same time (VERY frustating), tapi kadang ada juga time slots yang ku gaada interest at all jadi bingung mau ngapain (seperti sekarang ini). Hmm apalagi ya. Oh juga karena tempatnya sangat besar (karena saking banyaknya parallel sessionnya), kadang you have to move from one end of a building to another (which will take 5-7mins). Untungnya gedungnya ber-AC sih, so that’s not too bad. Ada juga tapi ruangan-ruangan yang cuma bisa di-reach pake tangga manual (sangat tidak disable-friendly). Anywayyyyyy terlepas dari modelan conferencenya, I find going to conference very refreshing (compared to mundane boring routine of going to the lab and writing and plotting stuff in Excel). It also helped me realize that I do have a community, that I am not alone and isolated and what I’m doing is actually pretty cool. Therefore, I aim to go to AGU as well nearing the end of the year (finger-crossed I get the US visa smoothly), and also EGU next year in the last leg of my PhD (SEMOGA AAMIIN).

How was these past 2 days been? Sangat fun, and exciting, yet also very overwhelming and exhausting. There was SO MUCH SCIENCE!!! And more to come tomorrow, Thursday, and Friday (the day I’m actually going to give my talk). Kemarin (Senin) sebetulnya mayan kecapean jadi cuma dateng beberapa sesi, but today dari pagi banget first session udah disuapi talknya Isabel (post-doc-ku yang sekarang sudah menjadi faculty di PSU – sangat cool), terus lanjut nonton talknya Aya yang hybrid dari UT Austin. Terus randomly masuk ruangan bahas Fe(II) di floodplain keren bgt namanya Maya Engel yang  present. Tadi sempet ngikutin sesi Hydrogen juga tapi rame banget dan panas jadi ga ngikutin sampe selesai. Terus udahdeh, sekarang di sini. Menulis ini. I really should look over and do practice again with my talk actually, tapi itu bisa dikerjain abis ini lah ya. OH iya, sebelum lunch juga tadi datang ke plenary lecture juga si Phoebe Lam bahas MnO2 di marine particulate berguna dalam meng-attract trace metal (mostly dia bahas Th sih tapi). Very interesting.

Terus laper kan, jadi tadi lunch ke city buat makan poke! Sangat senang. Balik lagi langsung catch sesi Hydrogen tadi terus jujur ngantuk bgt sampe literally merem-merem dan akhirnya memutuskan to  get my third cup of coffee today.

Btw ini currently di huge amphiteatre sekarang kayanya ada ~50 orang juga yang duduk sendirian buka laptop lalu mengetik, entah bekerja, balas email, atau ngedraft tumblr post juga seperti saya ini. Tapi lagian what to expect deh, gaada juga orang yang akan bisa duduk di lebih dari 10 talks in one day??! Meledak kepala yang ada.

Oh iya kemarin ku diajakin dinner sama Isabel, sama Joost juga kayanya, gatau ada Tamsin apa nggak, tapi ku-skip karena capek aja. Berujung ku jadi jalan-jalan sendirian di Lyon sambil cari dinner dan berhasil menemukan tempat makan Corndog, Cikin, and Xing Fu Tang! Ku berhasil sampai hotel room at 22.50, setelah keanehan di bis (I tweeted this), tapi one thing that I realized: Lyon ini sangat enak tempatnya huhu. The city is big enough that they have integrated public transport system (bus, tram, metro), but not that big yang mengharuskan kita lama-lama stay di bis. Kayanya dari kemarin ku di bis kurleb 10-15mins aja, pas pulang sampe 30mins sih tapi itu juga karena ada insiden kan.

Terus ya di sini yang ku suka juga adalah jalannya, tipikal France road juga aja. Gaada jalan yang GEDE banget to the level it’s overwhelming (kaya jalan raya Gatsu/Sudirman yang >3lanes, I HATE big intimidating road), dan banyak banget jalan yang low traffic, cuma ada boleh pejalan kaki/sepeda aja. I love my walkable city.

OH! I need to recount the story of… yesterday’s adventure, too! Kenapa bisa capek banget. Capeknya  sebetulnya akumulasi dari banyak banget hal sih. Dimulai dari the LONG week, Senin-Jumat di mana ku basically “Cuma” bikin slide aja. Ada meeting sama Erdem juga sih, terus ada Arum visiting dari Abu Dhabi, jauh-jauh datang ke Oxford untuk ngambil data di Lumex. Terus Sabtu emang paling pinter udah beli dari Desember tiket nonton The Weeknd di London Stadium, yang mana minggunya terbang dari Luton jam 10.30am… Jadi yaudah tidur minimal kan. Sampe Lyon hari Minggu ber-ide datang ice-breaking yang mana sangat sia-sia bikin capek doang, terus yaudah tidur mayan nyenyak tu Minggu malam. Lalu kebangun jam 03.50am-an gara-gara chat Vannia bahas Zayyan Xodiak (yes sangat penting emang). Terus ku malemnya sudah ngeplan akan ngechat semua (laptop dan hp) pas pagi hari. In which I just REALISED I didn’t have the adaptor for France. Colokan bulet dua kaya di Indo di sini tuh modelannya. Ku bawa adaptor tapi versi UK kayak... ngapaen dah Non. Jadi yaudah tu pagi-pagi jam 7 kebingungan hp laptop semua batere habis dan gabisa ngecas. Udah jalan ke 2 minimarket depan rumah, dua2nya ga jualan adaptor. Terus nanya ke reception hotel dibilang harus beli di big supermarket di city. Nah masalahnya karena hp mati, nda bisa ngegooglemap ke city gimana juga kan… Akhirnya yaudah nekat aja diberangkatin dulu ke venue conference terus untung ada student helper around jadi akhirnya pinjem hp mereka buat googling cara ke mall. Ku inget banget hari Minggu pas jalan dari stasiun ke halte bis ngeliat mall westfield gede banget samping library jadi ku-arahkan aja diriku ke sana.

Student helpernya Chinese sepertinya karena hpnya fontnya semua in Chinese. Terima kasih lagi dik student helper (salim). Ku ke mall langsung ke fnac, cukup confident dan tau where to go karena baru sadar ku pernah hidup setahun di France before. Di fnac muter-muter karena gaada yang bisa ditanyain, malah lihat-lihat S23 ternyata ga mahal-mahal banget kalau ga yang ultra harganya masih terjangkau 799EUR gitu(?). Terus yaudah setelah nanya akhirnya ketemu-lah itu adaptor, tapi yang murah kayanya habis stoknya jadi dengan terpaksa harus beli yang mahal yaitu 30EUR. Perasaan waktu easter break kemarin beli di fnac la defence cuma 15-20EUR huhu. Tapi yang ini emang ada buat USB-nya juga sih… tapi tetep aja… Terus yaudahdeh sedari situ ku kembali ke venue, cari tempat ngecas, lesehan, terus for an hour gabut akhirnya lapar dan balik ke hotel buat makan sisa dinner jajan Minggu malam. Ku beli kebab deket hotel tapi asin banget tapi yaudah namanya juga laper ya abis-abis aja. Ku kembali ke venue jam 16-ish kayanya, awalnya mau dateng sesiny Zoltan salah satu postdocnya Tamsin juga tapi entah kenapa gajadi dan akhirnya ke ruangan Hg. Di situlah ku bertemu Joost dan Isabel. And the rest is what I told you above.

Hmm apa lagi ya yang mau diceritain kok asa banyak tapi udah lupa dan habis. Udah kali ya. Ini 17.35 waktunya poster session kayanya mau ngambil snack yang banyak terus gatau ke mana, apakah pulang, apakah hang around…. We’ll see.

Tapi yaudah sangat senang bisa ada waktu untuk reflect back menulis ini semua di tengah-tengah kehectic-an conference (AH! Which reminded me kemarin juga sempat hektik karena email dari Erdem yang kecewa kenapa Alex udah ngasih respon dia padahal kan Erdem mau nyelesein bagian dia dulu gitu-gitu, mayan rempong). But anyway, good stuff ini semua. Sangat senang dan bersyukur. Semangat 3 hari ke depan! (Lah nyemangatin diri sendiri naon). Have a great week too everyone!

17:38 L’amphiteatre Venue Goldschmidt 11/07/2023