#this is silly but it's been a brainworm for a few days so i had to get it out

[jinx-ism]

When Jinx finds out she's pregnant, the first person she goes to isn't Ekko (even though she knows it should be him, all things considered).

No, it's Vi.

Who, despite everything, is her big sister, and she's supposed to know what to do in a situation like this, right? She was the one who welcomed Jinx with open arms when she crawled back from her hideout after healing her wounds from a fall that was supposed to kill her (and almost did, but maybe all the shimmer in her bloodstream was good for something). Yes, it was Vi who defended her in front of the Council, who encouraged her to get a therapist, who's been there for her even when Jinx didn't deserve it - she didn't deserve to be pardoned, she didn't deserve to sit there when Vi married the love of her life, she didn't deserve all the care and understanding that was given to her by her sister.

Jinx doesn't want to burden Vi more than she already does, but she doesn't know who else to go to.

The Kiramman mansion is massive, way too big for the few people it houses, and deep down Jinx is jealous of it all. Vi had asked her to move in but she had quickly declined, the mansion too grand for someone like her. It's strange enough that she can walk in through the front door instead of sneaking in through her sister-in-law's bedroom window like she did in the past.

(The past that's still too alive in Jinx's memory - the past that sometimes burns, burns so bad she's afraid it's going to swallow her whole.)

She finds Vi in the shared study, engrossed in some papers. She does charity work around Zaun now, working closely with Sevika, and it seems to make her happy. She raises her gaze from the papers as she notices movement from the corner of her eye, a smile spreading on her face when she sees Jinx.

"I didn't hear you coming in," she says, and for some reason, Jinx feels bad at that. It's been hard for her to let go of old habits even though it looks like everyone else is moving on, becoming better versions of themselves.

"I'm pregnant," Jinx blurts out, not meaning to start the conversation like that, but she can't hold it in. She watches confusion spread on Vi's face as she takes in her words.

"What?" she says, eyes studying her little sister.

"You heard me," Jinx whispers through her teeth, afraid that someone else could hear them. Caitlyn doesn't seem to be around, and Jinx is grateful for that.

"How long- Wait, when- Wait," Vi stammers. She gets up from the chair she's sitting on and takes a step towards Jinx who is still standing by the door. "Does Ekko know?"

It's like she knows Jinx.

"I found out like, half an hour ago. I don't know where he is," Jinx says. It's true - Ekko works hard with his Firelights, trying to keep the peace between Zaun and Piltover. He always comes home to their tiny, shared apartment late at night, a smile on his face, exhausted but happy.

"How do you feel?" Vi asks, gentle. She reaches for Jinx and Jinx closes the distance between them, almost throwing herself in the hug Vi offers her. It feels safe, like an actual home, and a part of her wants to cry.

She feels like she's Powder again.

"I'm afraid," she says quietly, the words whispered into Vi's shoulder. Vi's hand touches her hair, combing through the blue locks that are slightly messy and overgrown from their short style.

"That's understandable," Vi reasons. She pulls slightly back to see her sister's expression, placing her hands on each side of Jinx's face. "But you're so brave."

"What if I pass on all the crazy?" Jinx asks, the words spilling out of her mouth before she can stop them.

It's really the only thing she's scared of - hell, raising a kid is nothing but scary, but she managed with Isha (well, maybe Sevika helped here and there) and she knows she now has a safety net around her - Ekko, Vi, even Caitlyn - but what if she can't protect the child from herself?

The voices haven't left her, not completely. Most of the time she can manage with them, pushing them to the back of her mind, but there are moments when they take over. She tries to reason with them but they're so mean, so angry at her, reminding her what she has done. Then there are the nightmares, dreams where she loses everything again and again, where she's ultimately reborn as the Jinx she was. Some nights she chooses not to sleep just because she's so afraid of the nightmares, but then the voices come, and she's trapped in her own head, feeling like a lost fucking cause.

"You're not crazy," Vi says strictly, her words pulling Jinx out of her thoughts. She laughs weakly, avoiding Vi's eyes.

"I dunno about that."

"Hey, look at me." Jinx just can't say no to Vi - that's how it has always been. The look in Vi's eyes is soft, almost admiring, and Jinx feels small under it. "You're more capable than you think."

She is capable, but mostly awful, horrendous things. Jinx feels how her mind runs too fast, spewing memories at her - fights, explosions, dead bodies with bullets from her gun inside them. She squeezes her eyes shut, tries to send the images away with pure force.

Vi pulls her against her chest again.

"When I saw you with Isha," Vi starts, careful. She knows Isha is still a sore topic, and will always be. "I knew you'd made a badass of a parent one day. You're so strong, Pow-Pow."

The nickname has stuck despite everything, and Vi is the only one who's allowed to use it. It's childish, really, and Jinx knows she should hate it, but she doesn't - not when it's Vi.

Vi, who gently guides her on the couch and wraps her arms around her in a soothing hug; Vi, who asks without any pressure what she's planning to do; Vi, who offers to be there when she tells Ekko after Jinx quietly whispers that she wants to keep the baby.

[lisafication]

This post is uh, extremely normal I swear

So hello yes I am absolutely On My Bullshit regarding my new favourite game. 

That’s right, it’s the cannibal incest game, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. And I’m here to shove five thousand words of pretentious analysis down your throat because, and I do not exaggerate, I think it is one of, if not the best written game I have ever played. And I have played a lot of games, including Baldur’s Gate 3, Final Fantasy XIV and Undertale, to name a few narrative luminaries to come to mind.

That wordcount is not an exaggeration. My brainworms are extremely powerful and now you can share them with me as I walk you through my insane skyscraper of inference-driven analysis.

Or you can click away. I really wouldn’t blame you, it’s quite a lot.

Content Warnings: …Yes?

(To drop the bit for a moment, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley covers extremely disturbing material and challenges you to examine aspects of living in this world that many have taken for granted all their life, it is not a comfortable game, this will cover similar topics and will often echo the game’s unremitting scepticism on basic principles of society and humanity and you should look after yourself first. My Content Warning is framed as a joke, but it’s also quite real in that the game is designed to make you uncomfortable and there’s no shame in that not being for you.)

This was originally posted on and formatted for Sufficient Velocity, and you can probably more easily read and discuss it with me here.

With that said, let’s dig in. I have had to split this into multiple posts because tumblr will only allow so many images. There will be spoilers for all endings.

She’s excited, are you?

It’s All About Ashley

It really is, isn’t it? I mean, for approximately eighty percent of the total game as currently released and the entirety of Episode 1, you’re in control of Ashley, just as she’s in control of her and Andrew’s relationship for 80% of the game, up until the various ending sequences where it begins to slip. The only other characters who really matter at all in and of themselves are Andrew and her mother — and the former is under her thumb, and she eats the latter. It’s all about Ashley. Even her obsession with Andrew is, ultimately, about Ashley.

But who is Ashley? What is Ashley? Why is Ashley, even? Let’s take a look.

Ashley as presented to us in Episode 1 is very straightforward, so let’s list off the traits we’re given — she is malicious, she is fearless, she lacks empathy, she doesn’t have anything resembling a conscience, she demands Andrew belong to her and her alone, she has him at her beck and call.

In Episode 2, we’re ostensibly shown how she has him at her beck and call— she leverages the threat of reporting Nina’s death over him and had him swear to be with her forever. We’re shown that even as a child she was “just, like that” — but as a child, she hadn’t learnt to live with it yet, to laugh at the farce of it all.

Yeah, exactly like that!

And she does this throughout Episode 1 — The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is a remarkably silly game much of the time, finding moments of absurdity and levity against a backdrop blacker than pitch — and most of the time, your internal narration is coming from Ashley and the jokes will not-infrequently come at her own expense.

She will later get negged by her human sacrifice for her poor ritual circle drawing

Her reaction to being told that her soul is as dark and viscous as tar is “You guess you already knew that” — it’s confirmation to her, not new information. Ashley knows who she is. But who taught her this? There’s layers to this, nothing in this game is as simple and straightforward as it appears at first sight, which is why I’ve been obsessing over it for days.

While it’s common in fiction, the truth of the matter is, most ‘bad people’ really do think they’re good people. But Ashley has never once thought of herself as a good person — or perhaps better put as a person worthy of love — as we learn across Episodes 1 & 2, with our flashbacks to Andy and Leyley and the VERY VERY QUIET!!!

I really wish I had space in this essay to talk about this, but I’d like to touch on these being traits usually more easily forgiven in young boys than young girls at some point.

If she removes all other options, only then can she expect him to like her.

This is something that is echoed in the modern day — her seeming self-assurance is easily shaken and she reaches out to the world — usually Andrew — to affirm and validate her, soothing her insecurities, using any tool she deems necessary. Even when her life is on the line when Andrew has her by the throat at the climax of Episode 1, the only ‘compelling reason’ she can give Andrew to not kill her is her ability to soothe his nightmares. When he tells her there are sleeping pills for that…

Most people would have a bit more to argue for their existence.

While she, unlike Andrew, acknowledges having had friends before the quarantine… you know she’s got a point that they didn’t even bother to answer her calls, that was clearly not something the state was interfering with given Andrew’s calls with his mother and his girlfriend, and given her general demeanour it’s not hard to imagine that… they weren’t ever very close. When we see her and Nina talk in the infamous ‘box scene’, it’s clear that Nina doesn’t like her very much, despite Andrew’s assessment of Nina as being one of Ashley’s friends.

We see further support for her general lack of companionship in her dream sequence in the Burial route — Leyley and Leyley Alone. No matter what you do, you can’t place the pink plushy at the family table, the flowers won’t bloom if you give the Julia and Nina plushies her own as a companion instead of Andrew’s — and if you’re bold enough to go for the ‘incest route’, in the ‘Love’ room you see that no one ever looks happy to be with her in the childlike depictions of her history, nor is she happy in turn, save for when she’s with Andrew. In a bit of heavy-handed metaphor, the player then overwrites all of these tense, upset, hard moments with Andrew, having him fill in for everyone else in life — and happy with her.

Once Upon A Lousy Life…

THE END

And that’s why she needs him to affirm her, because no one else ever has and no one else ever will. It’s even included in their comic beats — when the siblings are getting along well, they’ll often play a game where Andrew dramatically overpraises Ashley while she demands more; it’s a comedic bit but I mean — it really does matter to her!

For the record, she opened a door. She gets a little heart in a speech bubble after this exchange.

We have a great example of this dynamic, that of insecurity and affirmation, in Episode 1, after Andrew has killed for her, butchered for her, his girlfriend broke up with her, he’s seemingly thrown his entire life away for her… she’s still insecure over her relationship with him, she’s uncertain of her control and she needs him to reaffirm it for her.

This is her victory, surely?

Andrew affirms her once, with his usual dead-eyed look.

But she's still not so sure.

He actively reaches out to affirm her again with cheer.

Look how happy she is!

While it’s most obvious and clear cut here, it’s hardly the only case. Let’s look back to the aftermath of Andy and Leyley and the VERY VERY QUIET!!! (I’m not using the other name). Leyley is, after similarly extreme acts — he murdered a girl and hid her body for her — convinced Andy doesn’t like her and she needs this leverage to keep him around, to meet her basic needs for survival. Because that’s what this is — she receives no care of affection elsewhere, so she forces it out of the only source she sees available through the means she sees as necessary.

I really hope we see some of their earlier childhood in Episode 3

What exactly made her like this? Was it just neglect, or something more specific…

She needs this to be the case because otherwise she doesn’t believe he’d stay.

This pattern repeats throughout — Ashley’s insecurities are hit on and she reaches out to Andy to affirm that she is not alone, and she will use any and every tool to exploit her ostensible control over him and force him to be what she needs him to be — and as long as she has that, as long as she is everything to him and it’s not possible for him to leave, she’s happy. As long as she thinks he loves her in her very particular, very peculiar view of love, she’s content, come what may. As long as Andy and Leyley are together, they can take on the world.

Let’s talk about that view of love, because there’s always more layers to unpack here I’m only scratching the surface with this essay — Ashley consistently refers to anyone else Andrew may have befriended or spent time with as a whore, a slut, a bitch — highly gendered insults that bring to mind the idea that he’s cheating in some way. But it’s not even about sex — when Andrew mentions that their parents had friends, she accuses them of cheating on each other in the same way!

There’s a lot to unpack about Ashley’s view of femininity and the role the patriarchy plays in their relationship.

Any kind of emotional engagement, any kind of commitment, any kind of life outside of your significant other is, to Ashley, cheating. Because that’s what she needs from Andrew, a seeming complete and total commitment, secure in her place as the only thing in his life, because she cannot understand anyone picking her if they have a choice.

This insecurity she has in her relationship is what drives her to empower the trinket — he can’t leave her as long as she can protect him with prophetic dreams, after all. She needs every kind of leverage she can get because until she succeeds in being everything to him, in devouring him so completely she has him in her thrall mind, body and soul she can’t be sure of herself — hell, her dream sequence in Burial has you placing Andrew’s signature green plushy, ‘the best thing in the world’ in a cage far away from anything else.

Ultimately, it really is all about Ashley — even her seeming obsession with Andrew ultimately comes back to her own insecurities. If she is everything to ‘the best thing in the world’, some of that ‘best’ must surely reflect on her! 

But that’s enough about the more normal, straightforward and understandable sibling. 

That was not a joke.

Andrew’s Rank 100 Deception

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he did not exist.

Let me explain.

You might have noticed that in the previous section I often use language such as ‘ostensibly’ or ‘seemingly’ to describe Andy and Leyley’s relationship, and there’s a good reason for that. From the beginning of the game through to its end, Andrew is lying to you, the player, without ever falsely representing or misinforming you about events that occurred.

The common, or obvious ‘initial take’ on Andrew as presented in Episode 1 is fairly straightforward. The game primes you to think this way, it frames things and strings reveals just right so as to make it very easy to overlook the incongruities it introduces in Episode 2. He’s a victim. Plain and simple, Ashley is his abuser and he is her victim and would be fine, a normal albeit kinda depressed guy without her.

It really is not a difficult conclusion to draw

You can go all the way through the game, have him try to accept his mother’s olive branch and enter the Decay route as a method for him to finally actualise his desire to get out from Ashley’s thumb and it makes sense, it’s a reasonable way for the story to go, given his character.

You see him this way because the game primes you in Episode 1 to view their relationship like Andrew does — he’s lying. He’s lying to himself, he’s lying to Ashley and he’s so good at it — Deception Rank 100 — he even lies to you. Without misrepresenting a single event or otherwise misleading you directly, the game gets you to buy into his preferred self-perception. Nina? Ashley. Julia? Ashley. The murders they commit in the course of the game? Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, it’s not his fault he’s not to blame he’s just a doormat at the beck and call of his demonic sister.

But he wants to be there. From the very outset, the very first puzzle, that’s made clear. Does anyone else remember this exchange, from right at the beginning of the game?

Ashley wants to investigate the music!

Andrew disapproves…

…Or does he?! 

Like. Listen. Okay. You do not frown when saying ‘Nope’ and then smile when saying that you’ll instead tag along if they do it if your heart is at all in the no. That’s not an objection, that’s using Ashley as his excuse. Especially if you immediately throw her the balcony key that she could not possibly have gotten from you by force (more on Andrew’s ability to use force later).

This is the very first time you control both characters together with Andrew following Ashley instead of off on his own, the first adventure, the first puzzle! 

But put a pin in that for now, let’s talk about his initial framing in Episode 2 first. Episode 1 has set us up to, generally speaking, believe the superficial framing of the siblings as portrayed in its promotional art:

The question that we then ask, right at the heart of it is… why is he a doormat? We explore this in his dream sequence in Episode 2, which does make it clear that the boy’s not okay but— it’s real easy, given the priming from Episode 1 to make you think that he’s the one with the originally functional moral compass, to think that that him being fucked up is damage done to him by Nina’s death and being bound to Ashley for his entire life. She corrupted him.

But, well, is that the case?

You're primed to ignore this as manipulation (which it is) but the best manipulation has some truth to it.

Precisely two things spur Andrew to action in the entire game, consistently — they are the fear of consequences and Ashley. And the first incident of that fear, the very first time we’re shown his seeming moral compass as a kid — the first time it’s really hammered home that it’s a fear of consequences rather than any true moral qualms is after Nina’s death. And why does he fear consequences here?

……

The ‘natural’ read that many take away from this sequence, particularly those who have only played Decay, is that Ashley browbeat him into doing this against his will, using emotional blackmail to overwhelm his objections, and then used the event itself to bind him to her forever as her personal doormat.

In a strict sense, this is true. But this doesn’t match up with the details, something the game uses shock to encourage you to overlook. That outburst is before any kind of threat has been made, and absolutely nothing either of them say anything about it being morally bad until Ashley weaponises ‘you’re a bad person’ against Andrew — morality didn’t seem to enter his mind or the equation at all until Ashley brought it up. More than that, his greatest fear and driving motivation even prior to that is, as shown above, being taken away from Ashley.

She, of course, recognises this and uses it against him. But she never needed to, it didn’t change anything about Andrew’s attachment to her, it was there to address her own insecurities.

Just like to touch on how a lot of his affirmations are preceded by him confirming her insecurities.

I adore this phrasing

There’s a second prong to this as well, to the question of ‘who really calls the shots here’ because — Andrew can, at any stage, apply an ‘ultimate veto’ of physical violence. The game is very clear to the player that that is on the table — even when they were children, when Andy swears their blood oath, he briefly considers killing her — and take note of how he ultimately got a ‘winning’ condition out of her by not specifying there wouldn’t be others and she is forced to accept that, there. Even outside of their most serious confrontations, Ashley is portrayed as having to convince, manipulate or otherwise coerce Andrew into going along with her schemes — she really can’t make him do anything, she doesn’t have the supremacy in violence and, to a lesser extent, capability that would allow her to. 

Andrew, you are like ten years old.

The truth of the matter is, Ashley can only make Andrew do anything because he lets her. I don’t mean in the sense that I’m saying abuse victims let their abusers emotionally abuse them, I mean in the sense that he is clearly considering his options on the table and choosing to discard those that could stop her, or bring an end to any of this. He needs her.

But it’s true that he hates her, too. He has to hate her, because if he doesn’t hate her, if he isn’t forced to have done this, that means… he’s responsible. And nothing, at the start of the story, is as important to Andrew as avoiding the consequences of his own actions, not even Ashley. By the midpoint, he loves her, he hates her, he can’t live without her, he wants to kill her — by the end… well, that depends if you’re on Decay or Burial, but more on that in a bit.

A great scene to study for this dynamic is the climax of Episode 1, when Andrew grabs Ashley by the throat and considers strangling her to death. She’s pushed him too far with hurtful words and assault, and he’s seemingly had enough.

It’s still framed as a question of risk, of consequences happening to him. 

Like, this is not the usual behaviour of someone who’s been pushed past their breaking point.

He tells Ashley that he wants to kill her, because she’s just going to throw another fit and that’s a risk to him. She is… not framed as being able to fight back (she does have a gun here, and more on that in a later essay, maybe). He’s so calculated in how he approaches his use of violence here, which isn’t at all what you’d expect of someone about to commit a crime of passion… but it’s very easy to overlook because of the abuser/victim narrative that the player fits his behaviour into the narrative that the game primes them to accept, brushing incongruities under the carpet.

At the start of Episode 2, we get to control Andrew for the first time, and the first obvious holes in his cover start to show. Some of this is optional — you only learn that he’s been faking having nightmares in order to share a bed with Ashley if you choose to go back into the motel room and check the bed, for example — but not all of it.

----(See reblogs for the second half)

[qqueenofhades]

I think the Aaron Sorkin fic people are writing about the convention to be extremely silly. It's going to be Biden. And if Biden's health takes a downturn and he feels the need to step down its going tk be Harris. This fantasy where we skip over her to whip up two random white guys(or like maaaybe Witmer) and somehow cruise to victory instead of fragmenting the party months before the election is simply not going to happen.

Look, I'm just saying, I got an email from the Biden campaign this morning where they seemed pretty darn happy with the actual (i.e. not-bloviating media) results of the debate: $38 million raised in 4 days ($30 million from individual small-dollar donors), 10K new volunteers in a week, 3x surge in campaign volunteers for battleground states, essentially no change or even a modest boost in the polls. So I think at this point, we can cautiously conclude the following things:

The debate looked bad for Biden, perhaps, but doesn't seem to have hurt him nearly as much the incredibly bad-faith BIDEN NEEDS TO STEP DOWN NOW takes being pumped out by the NYT and its other compatriots would suggest. Especially when these same media outlets have been gleefully sabotaging Biden at every turn for years already and whose fake-sanctimonious hand-wringing "for the good of the nation" pieces honestly should get them dropped into Superhell for Bad Journalists;

Biden went to Raleigh NC right after the debate and gave a fiery rally speech that was very well received. Now, I don't know why we didn't have that Biden at the debate, but it was the same night and there clearly was not any "cOgnItiVe dEcLinE" happening there (also Biden has a stutter and has for literally his entire life, and had a cold on debate night, so it was just an unfortunate confluence of factors)

There are very few actually undecided voters in this election (once again: HOW???) and those who tuned into the debate were largely already convinced of which candidate they were voting for and this didn't do much to change their minds. Just like, you know, pretty much every other debate in the history of presidential elections.

Ordinary voters, and not mainstream media outlets with BIDEN IZ BAD goggles clamped over their eyes, were able to see Trump's insane Gish gallops, lies, and full-blown dementia; this isn't going to get any better for him when he's already lost 20%-25% of GOP voters in every state primary and still is going to be sentenced in his criminal trial;

The D.C. political elite screaming about how Biden should step down (FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE ELECTION) and leave the Democrats to start from scratch with some Star Chamber-selected candidate with no money and no incumbency record and no organization apparatus and a divided party are either fucking weapons grade morons or working secretly for Trump, because that IS in fact the best way to lose the election;

Such speculation seems to fall chiefly on Gavin Newsom, who (to his credit) has shut down any and all suggestion that he should try to step in and take the place of an incumbent who has won every state primary with 90% or more, because he's remotely sane and understands that this year is too important to fuck around with;

I've somehow never seen any suggestion that Biden should step aside for the duly elected (brown, female) Vice President, because everyone seems to think some Young Miraculous White Guy is coming and/or should step in;

All this while SCOTUS is clearly so confident of Trump getting back in that it's willing to grant him Absolute God King status pre- and post-emptively;

Yes, Biden needs to up his game before the next debate (though that's on Fox News iirc, blargh), but I think it's far enough post-debate that we can say it was bad but did not sink him, and if anything, reinforced the fact to many ordinary, non-brainwormed voters that Biden is old (which has been the number one chief theme of news coverage for four years and is no surprise to anyone) but is a decent and principled man doing a good job, while Trump is an absolute gibbering insane orange shitmonger fascist. I don't think he did himself any favors in that regard.

....anyway. The point is, do not be fucking insane people, Biden is not going to step down and frankly shouldn't, don't read the NYT (as noted, they've openly admitted to sabotaging him for personal ego reasons so I don't know why the hell anyone would listen to what they have to say about him), this is still an eminently winnable election, and let's go get those motherfucking fascists. I want Trump in jail and all of SCOTUS and the MAGAGOP fucking crying over it because they fucking suck. Let's go.

[velvetvexations]

Since we're talking about forcefem, here're most of the forcefem-related asks I've had in my inbox, some of which are a few days old on account of technically going in the vexatious tag if not exactly kink asks. I wanted to answer one from today on it's own which I'll get to later but I wanted to get to the older ones and also get to a few of the others from today while I was at it.

i just saw a post where a trans guy was showing some messages where someone was (unconsensually) basically roleplaying forcefemming him. despite him telling them that he did not want that and that it was very much transphobic, and he atill got a message boiling down to "you're not a man, silly, you're a girl :D" and. to be honest. this was the thing that stopped the brainworms of "what if the whole concept of transandrophobia is actually transmisogynistic and i am entirely wrong" bc at least some of these people will just say the most bog standard transphobic shit to trans guys and not register it as transphobia. so why the fuck would they be right about anything transmascs experience also on that note thank you for being so outspoken in favour of transmascs getting to discuss their oppression. it's really helpful to see trans women stand with us here, especially when it comes to aforementioned brainworms

congratulations to that transphobe for creating a new transandrobro

the 'forcemasc isnt revolutionary' shit is the most annoying iteration of stupid tumblr discourse. like im going through the tag trying to read some horny shit and oh look. theres someone being stupid and hypocritical. in my horny tag.

people are getting tribalist about kinks and it's depressing

Every time people are saying that trans men & mascs cannot possibly fathom being objectified & fetishized, I think on all of the posts I’ve seen that did that exact same thing. And yeah, some of it might have been kink, so no hate no judgement I dabble in that tag too, but I’ve also seen “get in the dress” type posts that seem to be genuinely calling for trans men to be more feminine, untagged & in the wild, enough where I’m like — am I just imagining this? Like am I crazy? Am I missing something, or was that extremely detailed post about why I MUST stay feminine — or become more — for someone else’s benefit being 100% serious? And, again — if it’s kink, all the power to them, I love that for them, I even occasionally love that for me. But I have encountered enough people who were dead serious that I sometimes want no one but trusted friends & advisors to ever witness me again. And then I look at statistics & feel genuinely ill. And yeah, I’m gnc — and there’s the rub, because while I feel genuine joy being fem as well as masc, I want it to be a Choice, not something forced upon me.

people need to be fucking normal

Yh like ik a lot of shitposts don't have any tags but people have. Really gotta tag forcefem. I've blocked a large amount of people making these jokes + filtered their names n I still see it

I'm sorry, anon. <3

Fuck thank you so much for talking so openly about forcemasc. I’m so dumb I thought there wasn’t a name for that kink that I’ve been into for years, albeit my version is way more weirder. It would be like a… forcemascfem??? Like first it’s forcemasc and then it turns into forcefem and then right back to forcemasc…. And then back to- Idk my gender is weird and my kinky fantasy for that is weird

Cross as many boundries as you want, that sounds rad. Forcefem has a lot of infrastructure to jump off of.

“I’m doing a kink in a non kink way so it’s not kink blog!” Sorry this pisses me off It’s still a kink. Like. If someone made an I-suggest-BDSM blog and tried to claim it wasn’t a kink blog I’m sure more people would see how silly this is but because it’s the transfem approved virtuous forcefem they just let it slide??? Like. You are engaging in a kink and thats fine. You can say there won’t be anything explicitly sexual! But it will still be a kink blog because it’s a blog about a kink! A kink blog if you will! It doesn’t matter if you’re not getting off to it, it’s still a kink! That you are participating in! On your blog about that kink!

It SHOULD piss you off! It's extremely fucking scummy!

what the hell? for like one solid minute(longer than that but i like saying it this way) all the forcefem on my dash was tagged and i could blissfully not have to see it every other post and then just today i had to unfollow a buncha people for an assload of untagged forcefem :/ like im transmasc i think its understandable that i do not wish to see that anyway hope your day is goin well miss velvet

yeah it's praxis to not tag kink anymore

trfs are perfectly aware what the "force" bit means when forcemasc comes up in conversation

strange how that works

[alzys]

We have survived 2024.

This last year has been a roller coaster of emotions and new things for everyone in one way or another, good and bad things has happened equally all this past 12 months, but we have reached this point

I just wanna wish all my friends and those who get to see this, a happy new beginning of the year, i am truly a lucky one to be the one to say this.

Happy new year! For more to come!

[Cut bellow of me rambling a little bit]

For me, i have gotten the opportunity to meet new and wonderful people that i would never imagine to meet, seriously, i don't know where to start, everyone of you has brain worms

Every single one of you has more arstistic talent that what i could do in an entire lifetime, i almost envy that, seriously. I have been here for half a year or so and without you guys i wouldn’t have gotten so far into brainworms

[Tags]

@amimuu @ditzyclown

@canadianno @bvnny-skvllzlz

@sock-kaleidoscope @wolsalwastaken

[The section where i love you all]

Ami:

La Vaca Lola! No but seriously, i have found myself sometimes looking at your gay blog to see your art, i just love it, also i have discovered you were the one who did the first cotl comic that dragged me here, soooo thanks?

Ditzy:

Mexican Menace, i will put you under a vase and shake it, i would see their art all day if i was able to, love them lots, now i will figure out the way i can explode you with my mind

Copper:

The first person and blog i meeted via being the funny anon guy, love them lots, would eat their art any day of the week

Bunny:

I haven't really had the time to tell you but i am IN LOVE with your world, characters and art, 20/10 i would put every single art you have made into a collection

Sock:

Absolute silly, would poke you with a stick and study them to detail, the DM of the DND campaing, i love them lots, if something happens to Sock i will kill everyone in this room and then myself. (One day i will finish the last EX round i swear)

Wolsal:

The edgiest silly i have meet (/pos) i would put your art in my wall and stare at it, they are technicality the one to blame for me getting into DMAU, i gotta study you one day

I am so grateful to have meet all of you through this last few months, it has somehow felt shorter and longer that just that, love you guys

This is the most i can do to convey my feelings for you all i just hope i didn't went with way too much text

What i am talking about i have seen Sal do alot more text with one post, i really just love this stupid skeleton image (/lh) (/pos)

By the way i know its still not New Year still but the worms won the battle

Besides i wanted you to see this before new year

[sentientcave]

And They Were Roommates

Got brainworms from Ceilidho talkin' about Fem!Soap and wrote out a few scenarios, and landed on this one as my favourite. Maybe personal trainer Soap and hot woman complimenting you in a dive bar bathroom Soap will get written about later on.

Part 1

Part 2 Here

(Fem!SoapxFemReader) ~2.2k words

Alcohol mention, but no other major flags at this point. (A few jokes about axe murderers) But also MDNI because this is an 18+ blog and there will probably be NSFW content in future parts

You had put an ad up online.

Your best friend had moved in with her boyfriend, leaving you with more apartment than you could afford. You had enough savings to get you through till the next month, but things were going to be dicey if you didn’t find someone to take over Fern’s half of the rent soon.

You’d had plenty of responses, mostly from men that gave you creepy vibes, even through digital means. You’d actually met with only one person, and she was allergic to cats, which made her a no go.

She’d been nice enough, though. If it really came down to it, maybe Fern would take Red Herring. She did love that fat orange bastard. And so do you. The thought of giving him up, even to Fern, doesn’t sit right.

Red meows loudly through the door as your key scrapes in the lock. You nudge him away with your foot while you enter the apartment, wary of any escape attempts. You feed him so he stops yelling at you, and boil water so you can feed yourself some instant ramen for dinner, and boot up your laptop to check the ad again.

A few more creepy responses, one of which is just a slightly blurry dick pic. You delete them. One that looks promising.

>Hey! I’m interested in the room if it’s still available! Can we meet soon? I’m a military gal and I’m being deployed again next week and I already gave notice at the last rat-hole I was renting. Seemed like 60 days was plenty of time for apartment hunting 60 days ago, but I haven’t found anything lol. Hopefully we get along! You can give me a call any time in the next few days, and we can set up a meet’n’greet. Thanks a bunch! Jamie MacTavish

Her number is in brackets below that, next to the soap emoji, for whatever reason.

No sense waiting around. You call the number right away.

“Hello?” The voice is a woman’s, a dusky alto, which is a good first sign.

“Hi, Jamie? I’m calling about the apartment. Or, um, from the apartment.” You give her your name as an after thought, feeling silly that you hadn’t led with that.

“Yaldy! I was hopin’ ye’d call. I’ve got a friend I can move in with if it comes down to it, but I really don’t want to. He lives in a worse rat hole than I do. Are ye busy now? I’ll buy ye dinner if you like, just for the short notice and the trouble.”

Anything would be better than ramen for dinner a second night in a row. “Yeah, alright. There’s a decent pub down the street, Keeler’s? It’s close so I can give you an apartment tour if you pass the ‘not a murderer’ vibe check.”

There's a beat of silence. “Does killin’ people in the line of duty count?” she asked. “Because, er, I have. But I’m not like, prone to doin’ that kind of thing in my spare time.”

You think about it a moment. State sanctioned violence does feel different than personal time violence, although you're pretty sure that speaks to some sort of unaddressed bias. Something to think about. “I appreciate the honesty, at least.”

She laughed. “I can meet ye at yer pub in half an hour. That work for ye?”

“Yeah. That works.”

“Great. I’ll text you a picture of me so ye know who tae look for. See you soon.”

You get the text a minute after you hang up. A picture of a gorgeous woman with big smile and bright blue eyes, the sides of her head shaved, the rest of it left long and braided back from her face. She looks normal enough.

You get ready and head out, texting Fern to let her know where you’d gone, just in case Jamie actually was a murderer in her spare time.

Jamie’s already there when you get to the pub, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching the door intently, her leg bouncing. You give her a little wave, and she beams at you. She’s even hotter in real life, wearing tight, ripped up jeans that cling to her muscular thighs, and a tight black tank-top under a cropped leather jacket. She has almost no jewelry, other than the dog tags around her neck and the silver hoops in her ears. She looks, well, normal. Friendly.

You go up and introduce yourself, earning a firm handshake. She’s strong.

“Hi!” she says excitedly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jamie, but my friends call me Soap. I’d tell ye why, but it’s classified.”

“Is it really?”

“No. But it’s fun to say.” She flags down the bartender. “A pint for my friend here, if you don’t mind. You want to grab a booth? Or stay up at the bar?”

You look around, and there’s a few empty booths, but it’s early yet, and they tend to fill up quickly. “Let’s move. If we stay up here the single dads are going to start hitting on us.”

"We are a couple of dolls, aren't we?" She flashed another big smile at the bartender as he set a second pint out. "We're movin' to a table, if ye don't mind."

"No problem, love," he says, obviously besotted already. "I'll send Jenny around to take your order."

"Thanks, pal. Appreciate it."

You pick up the pint and follow her over to a booth, sliding in on the opposite side.

"So, you said you're military?"

"Ah am. SAS no less. Best of the bloody best. Not many jobs where ye get tae blow things up awl the time." She sheds her jacket, revealing impressively muscled arms. "I could just live on base, if things don't work out here, just so ye ken. No pressure on ye. But I hate stayin' on base when I don't have to. It's the communal showers. Most of the lads are, well, lads. Gotta shower in the middle of the night, and I keep bumpin' into my LT when I do. And he said I could move in with him too. I’m in a rush but I willnae be homeless, so ye don’t need to worry about me if you dinnae think we’ll get along."

You wince in sympathy. "That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable showering in front of other people."

"Is naw so bad, if it's someone ye like seein' naked. But most of em are munters anyway. Wouldnae mind so much if more of 'em looked like you." She winked over the edge of her pint glass and took a swig.

You laugh at her little joke. She's fun, and you already feel at ease with her. She tells you about her old rat hole apartment, and a little about living on base, although she's a bit vague on the details of her actual job, beyond blowing things up.

She asks you about your work, and you tell her about the used bookshop you work at down the road. You're basically the only employee, and it's usually not too busy, although it can be annoying when you get a rush in the middle of pricing 'new' books. But it pays the rent, more or less. You talk a bit about Fern, and about Red Herring too.

"I love cats," she said excitedly. "Never been able to keep one, bein' away so much. LT had a dog, and he was awlright, but I'm definitely more of a cat girl. Got bit by a few too many pups in my day."

"Well, Red's a real love bug. Once we're done here you can meet him. I think we're going to get along fine."

"Och, really? Just like that, aye? Thought I'd have to work harder."

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to accept some weirdo or give poor old Red away. You're a much better fit than I expected to find. I think we could be friends."

Her blue eyes track something behind you and narrow slightly. "Well, I'm holdin' ye to that. We're about to be accosted by my lads. Don't let them scare ye." She shoves her plate across the table into the spot next to you and clambers out of the booth. "Oi, what're you munters doin' here? I'm gettin' interviewed for an apartment. Dinnae need you scarin' my girl."

You look behind you, spotting a giant wearing a skull-print balaclava, and a more regular-sized (though no less muscular) black man with a brilliant smile. "We wanted to make sure she wasn't an axe murderer," he says pleasantly.

"Or a chainsaw murderer," the giant adds.

Soap cuts him off before he can take the seat beside you. "Over there," she orders, pointing at the opposite bench, where she'd been sitting. "I'm not lettin' you box her in." She grimaces at you apologetically as she drops into the spot beside you. Her thigh presses against yours for a moment, before you shift further down the bench. "They're sweet, in their own way. Think I need lookin' after. The big guy's Ghost, or LT. This handsome pain in the arse is Gaz. Don't let him sweet talk ye intae callin' him Kyle unless you want him tae put yer ankles up by yer ears. Made that mistake before."

"You don't have to bring that up every time you introduce me to a woman," Gaz says, clearly exasperated.

"I do. How else are they gonna know to call you for a good time?" She smacks his hand away from her plate when he reaches for it. "Oi! Order your own chips ye bastard."

"I only want a couple," Gaz protests.

"Ye always say tha' and ye always lie. Ah umnae fallin' for it again."

"You can have a couple of mine," you offer. "I wasn't going to finish them anyway."

"When do we get to see the place?" Ghost asked.

"Ye don't, unless yer carryin' boxes for me. I willna ask her to let three strangers in her home when she's only just met me."

"Well I guess we're helpin' ye move," Ghost said. "Was gonna leave it all to Price."

"Lazy cunts. Ne’er around when there’s work tae be done.”

“I was gonna help,” Gaz protests. “I already told you that.”

“And I did tell you that you could move into my place if you didn’t find somethin’ in time,” Ghost points out. “We’re not all bad.”

“Well, they’re not bad lads tae have watchin’ yer back in a fire-fight,” Soap admits. “But they dinnae know how to be normal about anythin’.”

“Are you supposed to be the normal one?” Ghost asks.

“Aye. And I willnae have you say otherwise in front of my new friend.”

She finishes eating long before you do, with the speed and gusto of a woman who often has to defend her plate against hungry scavengers. Gaz, true to Soap’s complaint, eats the majority of your chips, although he does thank you and give you a big, wide smile, the sort that could sell someone a bridge. He’s definitely a charmer.

Soap asks for the bill while you’re finishing up. You reach for your purse, but she puts a hand on yours and gives you an intense blue stare. “No, kitty. I told ye I was buyin’ ye dinner, I’ll no’ let ye make me a liar, especially when Gaz ate half your plate.”

God she’s strong. You’re not sure that you could shake her off to insist even if you tried. “Alright. I just—”

“Oh I ken. But I wouldna offer if I didna mean it. I’m a woman of her word.” She pays with cash, and offers you a hand up and out of the booth. She points a warning finger at her friends. “And dinnae follow us, ye creepy bastards.”

They laugh, like they hadn’t followed her to the pub in the first place.

“They really do mean well,” Soap says, linking her arm with yours as you step out onto the street. “But they’ve go’ a bad habit of thinkin’ they dinnae need to respect my space just ‘cause we’ve all spent nights crammed into one room sharin’ cots. I think if the captain had his way we’d all live in his house and sleep in a big fuck-off pile like dogs.”

“Sound a bit claustrophobic.”

“Aye. Ye understand why I’m so eager to make this work with ye, kitty-cat. If I move in with LT it’s just a matter of time before Price comes over tae help us fix somethin’ and says ‘Oh, I dinny know why ye both stay in this shitehole. Whyna stay with me a while, till we find ye somethin’ better?’ And then before we know it we’re all sleepin’ in the same bed and usin’ the same toothbrush.”

You giggle, hoping that's just a joke. “That’s gross.”

“I ken! Horrible men, they are. I need some girl time before I go mad.” She squeezes your arm and knocks her head against yours gently. “We’re goin’ tae be best friends in no time, kitty. I wish I wasna goin’ away so soon.”

“You haven’t even seen the apartment yet!”

“Och, tha’s a formality. I was more wurried about us gettin’ along, kitty. The apartment doesna matter all that much, so long as it’s got a workin’ shower and a place for my bed. If I pass Mr. Herring’s sniff test, I’ll give ye cash on the spot, aye? For next month an’ half of this one, since you’d be lettin' me move in before the first.”

And, well, it’s hard to think of a good reason to say no.

[000marie198]

About the ask game, the Friv.com special please I need to know what you're cooking

Oh. oh man. Target audience struck right where I wanted :) hello Brainworms

So basically, this is an au based on my most favorite Friv game that I used to play when I was little. It was just a silly, no story game but a few things I observed in it stuck with me over the years and a couple pieces of fanlore formed in my head. I kept it with me and finally decided to make an au out of it.

Here you go!

"Hey look at this one." He handed her an old newspaper article unclipped from Vector's notes. Amy compared it to the one she was looking through, her brows furrowing. "A sales advertisment?" "It seems to be the oldest one in the archives, a couple of months before the death of that Colen guy," Sonic elaborated, reaching to rummage through the scattered prints for similar ads. "Wasn't he the original owner?" Amy placed the papers down, a hand reaching to rub her temples. She was already exhausted from the travels and alongside having to deal with the gradually rising trepidation with each passing day of their stay, the simple case was turning into more of a mystery. "I don't know." Sonic sighed, also seeming on the verge of giving up, he couldn't comprehend how Amy had been handling it. "There has to be a hint somewhere of who this place originally belonged to. There's literally no record anywhere to suggest that Mr. Colen built it." "Tempering of documentation is a possibility too," the other considered, latching onto the new line of thought. Her demeanor shifted, exhaustion being swiped away in exchange of determination. "Maybe we're looking at this wrong." "Ya think?" "Shut!" Amy smacked her companion with a rolled up paper, fighting back a smile at his snickers. Could never stay serious with Sonic around, could she? "Either way, I think we should-" CRASH The two froze, quills flaring up at the terrifyingly loud shatter of what seemed to be china. It was followed milliseconds later by a familiar bloodcurdling scream. Adrenaline shot through both hedgehogs' veins. Sonic swiped around the table and rushed towards the dining hall. "Find Knuckles! Don't let him leave the house!" He shouted over his shoulder, disappearing around the bend. Amy forced herself to move after Sonic had rushed off, heart pounding and feet firmly rooted on the carpeted floor. Something really weird was going on with this place.

If you recognize the game, I love you. Thanks so much for the ask ! Now I'll be brainrotting about this little au

Wip game

[stonyponyofficial]

hi!!!! :3 here are "some songs" ive been "listening to" that "i" think "you" should too!

spotify || youtube

notes on each below ^w^

Big Dipper - Death Grips: this song has such a good bounce to it, it makes me move no matter what, i cant help it. especially the chorus cuz ill start singing along and, well, then theres no stopping me. ill wiggle in my seat or like put some bounce in my step. which is all fun when im listening to music at home, but at work, where i mostly listen to music, i cant i have to skip the song. plus i love u songs that end with a good few minutes of noise just because, i never skip u i swear 🥺

classic j dies and goes to hell - glass beach: im fiiiinally getting around to glass beach and why didn't ANYONE say it was good? don't think ive heard the opinion that the first glass beach album is good yet. i wanted to listen to more bc of the hazel "Twinkle Park" version of the self titled song which is also very good but i put this one on this list bc it builds energy and emotion soooo well. it starts so somber but builds and builds till we're screaming about supporting each other and making a home for yourself despite despite despite.

DOGTOOTH - Tyler, The Creator: he creates once more! i always forget i had a kinda big tyler thing in high school until he releases new music. out of all his recent releases post-Flower Boy, Call Me didnt connect with me as much, but this single from the Call Me If You Get Lost "estate sale" of stuff that didnt make the album surprisingly did! it feels a little flowerboy-ish in the production but has the call me vibes of like "i can afford all these cars, buy my neighbors house, and ill still take my private plane to Switzerland for the day just cuz i was craving some nice chocolate" very braggadocio, very tyler, very good :)

Dumbass!! - Machine Girl: this song both sounds like and has similar effects as brainworms. it fuckin. got in there and made me quantifiably more insane than i was before. said brainworms make me wanna scream the lyrics and scuffle my feet and just like run into traffic and dance around the cars bc this song makes me believe i could and id be fine. i hope to fucking god they play this at the mg/100 gecs show. this song is also one of the few times ive looked up the lyrics for a machine girl song, usually content to just let the beats jar my head, and as soon as i did i couldnt get them out :) like some sort of... thought... eating... something or other idk theres probably a word for it (<-the worms are finally getting to her)

Fantastic Cat - Takako Minekawa: this song is sooooo cute, there is so much synth and whimsy to be had! unfortunately i don't know much about the artist bc this was one of the first songs i found after using Radiooooo (which u should be basically required to use if u like music and finding new music) set to Japan in the 90s, but she's part of the 'shibuya-kei' genre/subculture that was popular during that time, which sounds like an interesting topic to dive into :3 the whimsy contained in this song is almost too much tho. the melody is so sweet, that wind instrument is so silly, and the moog breakdown in the middle too is. well, its all quite fantastic.

HI 5 - Frost Children: i took too long making this post that this entry went from originally a cheeky indirect plug for their upcoming album bc i just really liked this single to just,, oh the album came out... but either way i wanted to talk about the song bc 2 me its just more proof of how exciting of a voice in hyperpop the frost children are. the bass on it is as crazy and slick as the one on the cover. this whole song just explodes with eccentricity i think ull really like it :) also check out the epic music video! its ai generated for those who'd like to know beforehand, but they use it to like. rotoscope real footage its preddy neat!

Introduce me to your family - Otoboke Beaver: i made a little post recently about Otoboke Beaver's influence on six impala's WFLYTD, and after revisiting their album, Itekoma Hits, after making that post i got this one stuck in my head for a while. the hook hooks (the main reason i had it in my head for so long), the bass is groovy, the guitars are sharp, the rage is channeled, its all here! they keep all the energy going and growing the whole time until you cant help but scream along.

こんがらがった! (Kongaragatta!/Tangled up!)- Necry Talkie: started reading the bocchi manga recently (im just past where the show ends as of now :3) and they have art at the beginning of each chapter with the kessoku band members that references visuals from like irl japanese bands and music videos which i thought was really cool! of course i had to find a collection of all the referenced songs, and what do ya know... this cute little number was in there! (if ur wondering it's the art for chapter 18 that references this song's music video :3) its such a dinky beat at first (said so so lovingly) but it evolves into a precise, energetic little jam.

One Million Dollars - 100 gecs: this fucking sonnng.. not everyones fav off 10k i know but it is for me :3 it just rattles me in such a specific way. it originated and is the only way to sate the need in my brain to hear what it was like for nic cage in that "not the bees!!!!" scene. i love it sm, but im absolutely biased from my hearing this at a gec show and falling for it right then and there. the live version and the album version are a bit different and i think the changes they made for the album make it a fuller song i just. loved the feeling of hearing this live so much. i would just search up the epic live version at terminal 5 where Laura fucking SHREDS on the guitar at the end over and over while i was waiting for the album. again, makes me very excitied to see them and machine girl soon :3

o (__*) - Hakushi Hasegawa: i dont know much about this artist but goddamn the few songs i have heard from them have made such an impression. u know a song is good when its not even dnb but uses the "yeah.. woo!" sample to keep everything going. and yeah with how crazy fucking banana bonkers jazzy and technical the drums and piano get at times it needs that tiny bit of stability at least. this song feels like the epitome of controlled chaos in the absolute best way possible.

PARTY GIRL - Angel Electronics: after rook's latest solo album came out i decided to go back and visit this collab project of hers with ash nerve i had missed at first and.... weeeeeeh ;w; this song makes me wanna cry every time. rook can obviously write some bangers but i love her more tender songs too. so many parts come together to make it just the sweetest thing. the part that stuck with me the most was the chorus, like it's sooo cute id just sing it to myself on loop bc it leads into itself so well. i wanna just keep talking about how fucking cute this song is but like George Costanza voice the love story between the party girl and the weird shy girl got to me okay?

Prime - Marnie Stern: kinda the reason im making this list hehe :3 this song was on char 'igottawin' mp3's most recent WILT (what im listening to) poast (hi char :3) and it was What Im was Listening To... too... (both of us bc of this epic animation) so here it is on MY knockoff WILT post too mwahaha hahaha! haha but seriously guys this song is quite good. it does so much with all the variations on just that one verse and i get sucked into the lyrics and the guitars. and by the fourth time im chanting this same unending verse the song is surprisingly over and i just wanna listen to it again. this one deserves a 10 hr extended version frfr

Wait and Bleed - Slipknot & 青春コンプレックス(Seishun Complex) - Kessoku Band: whats this? a double entry? ahaha yes! 😈 i would've put these songs here separately bc ive been getting into both slipknot (thank u char :3) and the actual kessoku band album, both of which are quite good on their own. but i only combine their entries here bc of this epic mashup of these two songs by the aforementioned rook blackdresses which makes me unable to sing either without thinking of the other song. like the first three chords of the bocchi theme start playing and my brain wants to scream the GOODBYEEEEEE from Wait and Bleed. the slipknot chorus melds with the kessoku band guitars soooo well. to me they are pieces from different puzzles entirely but they still fit together <3

wants mom to know she looks cool and doesn't plan on changing - leroy: i finally listened to the dariacore and accompanying berdlycore serieseses and ive loved diving into this little subculture of silly hyperpop meme mashups that fuck immensely. takes the silly to earnest and very good pipeline to a new level. plus having been a fan of dltzk and jane's other stuff its the one thing i never really got into but there are. so many dariacore related things i need to listen to now. i feel like theres lore i have to catch up on but im excitied :3 this is one of my faves off dariacore 2: electaria corebaloo (not what its called)

This has been... Post! thanks for your time. if u read this far i love u so much please never forget that. 'til summer music-heads! *curtsies and shows myself off-stage*

[forbidding-souda]

Hi! Hope you're having a great weekend! Absolutely love your blog and when I had this idea while on my way to work I knew I had to request you!

Can I request Mondo, Kiyo and Kaito with a Gyaru SO?

I have the world's most insistent brainworms I-

Mondo Oowada, Shinguuji Korekiyo, and Kaito Momota with a Gyaru S/O

I fucking love gyaru's this is an excellent request thank you. gyaru is so broad so help each of the things I say are going to be lowkey different but we'll deal with it together.

i wrote the mondo one listening to angeleyes by abba so you can imagine

also not proofread sorry if some things sound a little silly.

-Mods Souda

Mondo Oowada

✯ You're beauty and you're grace, you're also the one driving him insane. When you do your hair well and whenever you have lashes on, you will refuse to ride on that bike with him. There is no way you're going to ruin your pretty look with his high speeds, so he will either pull a I'll meet you there, then or he becomes a public commuter. The only complaints he has about your style is the typical masculine man things, like you taking up a lot of counter space in the bathroom with your stuff (but some of it smells really nice) and the amount of jewelry you just leave around.

✯ this one's a little suggestive i think.

This bar was the kind that, without ever being heard of, always had somebody in it. In all hours of the day somebody is out and about, and this bar was something of a unique type. It was an American-biker bar. You go in there almost constantly just for that reason, you're a regular! Being that it is an American themed bar, however, you often get bosozoku popping in checking out who are foreigners and who are not. Where the bosozoku are, Mondo tends to follow. There was him and two other boys, each standing at separate places, when you came in. Your eyes quickly go to him. You went and stood at the bar by the orange-toned lights that hang from the ceiling. It had been an annoying day at work, so annoying that during your break you had gone outside just to stand in the sunlight, and you swore you had fallen asleep standing there. Now, rather than going to sleep, you had decided to go out (and alone). Not that it matters to you, you have an ulterior motive anyway. Mondo finally, hesitantly, appeared and leaned over you to the bar. A tank top this low in the night? He should be getting cold. "What's up?" You smile at him. He ignores you, ordering your drink, already well acquainted with both the sight of you and the taste of your lips when you leave this place. "What's up with you?" "I wanted to see if you were here," you say, clicking your heels innocently. "Gotcha. Missin' me or something?" You stare at him with bright eyes, looking at him as if he's an angel. He's still yet to look down at you. He knows that if he does, he will fold immediately, giving into your beauty [and the way you stare at him as if he is the most beautiful man in the world]. He adds on, more meek, "Comin' out all this way for me?" He remembers the last time he drove you home where you had told him that going all the way over to him was starting to take time out of your day, where you had asked him to start going over to you instead. With the amount of areas he is not supposed to go in at certain times of the day (and this is something you are very unaware about) he was starting to get worried he'd not be able to see you as often. This was a few weeks ago, and his worry was indeed correct. "How terrible of me, I know," you add sarcastically, "my poor pasmo." "Shut it." You look up to see his face, which is almost burning red in a flush, but the small smirk on his face tells you that he's not exactly mad.

✯ If you play your music loud, he doesn't mind at all. He's all about being loud.

✯ ^ Which, in terms of him being loud, you thought his initial loudness was charming. When he first met you, he was nervous asf because of how pretty you are, so he was stuttering and accidentally raising his voice and everything. Your improper words and the slang you use helped him settle in the casual conversation, as the more you two talked, the more he realized you weren't like those other people who required formalities and properness to get along with others.

✯ When the members of his gang tease him for having a girlfriend they will always use the -poyo suffix to portray the way you talk.

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Shinguuji Korekiyo

✯ While he is a scholar of history and ancient culture, you tend to be more knowledgable on modern habits. His first impulse is to correct you on certain things until he realizes that, truly, you do know more than him. This little culture in Japan is extremely interesting to him. Learning is something he is grateful for. He is always motivated to expand his mind, and you help him with this, which is a reason he finds himself inspired by you (and attracted to you).

You were determined to leave your room even if you had no cause. There's a certain level of expectation you find yourself achieving, especially online. You've been inspired ('inspired' is used loosely) to share your interesting surroundings at least once a day. This fits in to Shinguuji's lifestyle. Most of the time, he wakes up early. He has this whole routine that you are more than welcome to get involved with, or interrupt. When he's done (and waiting for you to finish getting ready) the two of you head on your way to a location he's promised. He always gets pleased by your curiosity and treats it like it's the most magical thing in the world. The trip only took an hour and thirty. The silence of the train kept you on your toes, and with boredom you would glance over to him, staring at his peaceful face: eyebrows low and a hair stuck in his eyelashes. Even though it has began to be summer, there was still cold wind within transportation, it was something that you were unprepared for considering the weather reports on your phone, and so the two of you stand there as he lets you push your fingers into his sleeves. Beyond concrete borders is a world of sand and fresh-smelling water, where the sun suddenly started to peak from behind the clouds, the rays becoming the warmth you so expected. You both made your way past families and sand castles. "This place looks the same as the beaches on tv," you say, stepping closer to the water but soon back as it tries to touch your toes. "Hmm. This might just be the one on tv." Even though you feel as if you might be over-dressed for the beach, there is still an exchange of pleasantries with you and the ozone. "It is, isn't it?" With a sudden silence, the waves brings both water and ambience. Seconds pass before you decide to speak again. "Well," you smile, "let's take pictures. I can pretend to be one of those sexy actresses, what do you think?" "I think it's a lovely idea."

✯ He can take you on tours of traditional sites, even ones you've been to already. You can tweet about your experience and he will take picture of you in front of the sites and structures that welcome that behavior. He appreciates the fact that you are spreading this knowledge to people (he makes sure to proofread anything you're saying).

✯ Hairspray doesn't bother him, but what does bother him is the fact that you use the same type of eyeliner he does. How is he supposed to know which is yours and which is his?

✯ Having a conversation with his colleagues is always funny because they speak so professional, and so does he, but then you come into the conversation with your casual (and often disrespectful tone) and it catches the other party off guard.

✯ He loves it when you say resourceful things in that tone of yours, it makes his heart flutter.

✯ And he loves how magnificent your eyes look when you have that makeup on. Whether it's the type to accentuate or dramaticize, he finds it absolutely lovely. He loves unique makeup styles, he can talk all about the history of it and such.

✯ Dating a fashionista means that he has a new outlook on things like the development of modern clothing and advertisement. He notices cultural norms upon clothing styles and the ways to wear makeup and beauty products in general.

✯ Some of the things our civilization prefers are very similar to the ones he studies from hundreds of years ago, he finds.

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Kaito Momota

✯ He had boldly introduced himself. He decided to stop being nervous and to just go ahead and alert you of his presence, as he is an astronaut, one of the best in the world, so logically why would you not consider meeting him a new beginning? He was fascinated by you since the start. He took time out of his day to respond to your tweets, and retweet the funny ones, making his twitter 80% you (and you noticed him, of course you did). When he walked up to you in person, you pretended not to recognize him, which very much confused him because ever since he graduated, people have been acknowledging him like they never have before. "I'm just messing you you," you had laughed behind your hand, watching his head tilt. His confused expression quickly turned into a laugh as he put his hand on his hip. "Oh man, you got me!"

Leaving it until the last minute would annoy you, and he knows that, but he always has his priorities a little scrambled. The unpleasant impression he might leave you with is the reason he is running back and forth in his room trying to find that glitter glue you lended him a few weeks ago (it's not that he forgot to give it back, he just wanted to keep it until you specifically asked for it back). You both eat together for a Valentines' Day dinner, and you notice how antsy he seems to be. You offered to let him show you things on the telescope again but he refused, saying he'd rather spend time with you here, and his gaze shifted away as he said so. You pout a bit and sink into your seat, because outside of anticipation, you don't like this behavior from him. Somehow, you both still found your way outside, the cold air chilling your nose, your faces looking up at the stars (it never gets old to him). To him, this seems as good a time as any. "I really like your lipstick today," he says, seeking a casual way in. "It's lip gloss." "Yeah, that. I really like the glitter." He sticks his hand in his pocket, warming up his fingers as well a fiddling with a paper inside. "Except for when it gets on your lips, right?" You joke, checking your nails. He laughs, trying to find a way to steer the conversation. Does he compliment you more? He wonders if that is the right move, or if you'd just think he's buttering you up (is he?). Instantaneously, he gives up. Without anymore hesitance he lets his confidence return to his body as he takes out the folded piece of construction paper and hands it over. "I made you something!" He says, the excitement in his voice a bit faux. You manage a little laugh, one that only derives from curiosity. "Oh, yeah?" You unfold it, getting a bit of the glitter on your hands, it falling on your outfit when you open it fully. His hand stays in his glitter-filled pocket. You're really pretty the text says in faulty handwriting. You still grin, looking at the drawings of flowers that cover the bottom. The grin turns into a smile, and heat begins to raise to your cheeks. So this is why he was so nervous. "This is so cute! Agepoyo!" "Thank you... I'm not very creative, aren't I?" But you are beyond his self-deprecation, instead ignoring his words and wrapping your arms around his neck. "So amazing," you whisper against his skin. "It's so amazing."

✯ He likes giving you gifts because of the cute reactions you have. He assumes that sometimes you're being overdramatic on purpose, but that doesn't stop him from getting butterflies at the compliments.

✯ He loves it when you take selfies with him, it boosts his confidence (especially when you post them). There's something about you showing him off to your audience that makes him want to hold you to his chest and keep you there forever.

✯ He feels very silly being around so much girly stuff all the time. You leave your lipglosses on tables and counters, and you have lash glue stuffed into some of his jackets pockets.

✯ He does like it when you carry around combs, though. He takes care of his hair more than anything else.

✯ Sunshine is almost nonexistant during some seasons, so the fashionable outfits you wear that go against the weather are often less insufferable when he lends you his jacket.

✯ ^ It's camp.

✯ ^ Your fans find it endearing.

[msfcatlover]

I am never not thinking about my personal AUs. Which will probably never see the light of day, unless you ask me about them or I boil over into a handful of concept/rant posts to huck into the void like so many frisbees.

Please, ask me about my AUs.

Current AU brainworms (almost all batfam):

The Reverse!Robins AU, featuring Duke as the eldest, Nightwing!Damian, Oracle!Tim, Steph as the Red Hood figure, Jason getting the Red Robin arc, and Dick as Batman!Cass’s sidekick.

The Magnus Archives universe fusion, where almost the entire family are Avatars. Focuses more on the fun slice-of-life silliness of being a bunch of eldritch fear-eating monsters than the Horrors(TM), but also body horror & nightmare fuel are fun.

Low-fantasy Urban Fantasy AU. Supernatural entities are exceptionally rare, and that is why almost nobody in the family is one. Gotham itself is semi-sentient, the Wayne bloodline has a Fisher King style cursed-bond to the city, Dick is highly magic-sensitive, Jason comes back as a Revenant, Tim is a changeling.

Monster Batkids AU, aka “Every monster can’t be your son.” Dick is a living doll, Jason’s a gargoyle grotesque, Tim is a ghost echo, Steph is a dullahan (zombie edition), Cass is a homunculus. Bruce, Alfred, & Babs are still exceptionally talented humans. Damian’s a genetically-tweaked clone, which means he’s kinda straddling the line between the two groups.

Changeling!Jason. Catherine Todd had a little boy with eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Bruce Wayne took in a homeless boy with eyes like soft grey river-stones. They have the same Name, but they are not the same child.

De-aged RH. Jason made it all the way back to Gotham, but never kicked off his big comeback plan. Dick Grayson opens his door to find a very irritable 13yr old version of his dead little brother telling Dick that he’s been cursed & doesn’t remember anything.

De-aged Robins. Dick, Tim, Steph, & Cass went to bust a villain operation a few days ago before going completely dark. Jason kicks the door down, clears out the place, and finds four very fighty 10yr olds in need of rescue.

“If Worst Comes to Worst,” aka the time-travel AU. Robin lived long enough to see the entire family fall. Robin lived long enough to see the world, for all intents & purposes, end. Robin held the line for as long as possible, and when that line reached its end, Robin faced it on their own terms. Robin woke up again on the day Jason Todd was supposed to meet Bruce Wayne, and swore to fix everything that went wrong. The problem? There are 5 different Robins, from 5 very different apocalypses, with 5 very different sets of trauma responses, and 5 very different plans to save the world.

“Perchance to Dream (2, Batbros Boogaloo),” aka “Hey, what if that one episode, but Jason’s the one in the machine & Dick gets halfway stuck in there too while trying to rescue him, basically ending up an intangible, invisible specter in Jason’s dream?”

Talon!Jason. Shiela Haywood did not sell her son out to the Joker. The Court wasn’t happy to find themselves with the wrong Robin, but they made do. Five years later…

Talon!Dick. In which I say, “Hey, you know what there’s not enough of? Fics where Talon!Dick meets Street-kid!Jason, and they both go, ‘Oh, this loser definitely won’t survive on his own! Guess I have to adopt him now.’”

Platonic!ABO. Which is to say, a setting with the usual social & biological rules expected of A/B/O stories, but without any sex or romance. Because I have discovered that the found family hits extra hard, the sick fics are basically therapeutic for me, and I wanted to play with the family dynamics I kept seeing in other Platonic!ABO Batfam fics.

NTT coping. Please, ask me about all the brotherly bonding Dick & Jason could’ve had back in the 80s. I have many thoughts.

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The Magnus Archives:

Archivist!Tim. Yes, seriously. Sick of this only showing up in crackfics, give Tim the respect (trauma) he deserves (desperately doesn’t)! (please, I have like 4 seasons outlined, please)

De-aged Archivist. Late s3, Jon gets turned back to his childhood self in both body & mind. It seems like it’ll likely wear off on its own, but in the meantime there is a child in the archives and nobody really knows what to do about that.

______________________________________________________________ Slay the Princess:

Slay the Monster. Death isn’t change, Death is stillness & stagnation. The construct is not frozen, it’s alive & ever-shifting. There’s a monster in the basement, and on a path in the woods there is a princess. She’s here to slay him.

Original Routes: The Dancer & The Dream (art)

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Thank u for sharing ur lovely writing with us ❤️ As a thanks I wanna share some Mlynar brainworms: I think he’d be kinda rough and into choking. Probably quickies too, since he’s a busy man. He’s old and jaded but fucking him might cheer him up

#OFFICE AFTER-HOURS

feat. młynar x doctor!reader

lati. awww you're welcome nonnie!! i'm really happey to hear that, and thank you for the mlynar crumbs, my horny ass needed an excuse to write for him lmaooo,,

okay but like yes?? poor młynar has been overworked to hell and back, so he definitely has some pent-up aggression and frustration in him that he seriously needs to get out. and what better way to get rid of his stress and anger than to fuck it out?

he's so damn big, like it's actually unreal. it's enough of a struggle trying to suck him off bc he's just stretching your lips and triggering your gag reflex. he has a nice girth that stretches you plenty, and he's pretty long too, so he can fuck your deepest parts with ease.

młynar cums so much too, like your belly is all full and heavy by the time he's done fucking out his stress. he cums in thick, sticky globs that dribbles out when he pulls his big cock from your abused hole. and he has a nice set of heavy breeder balls that smack against your skin every time he fucks you silly. it is a mess to clean up though, so he often has to help you clean yourself up since you're always fucked-out afterwards.

first time he slipped inside, you kept sobbing that he was going to tear you open bc of how thick and long he is. młynar does seem like he'd be a bit of a worrier, but feeling the way your hot walls envelop and suck him in just sends him over the edge. but he does make the effort of at least asking you if you're alright, though he doesn't know if moans and cries count as an answer.

but once you finally get used to his size, it's basically just a damn fuckfest with you two at that point. he can be as rough as he wants bc it's the least he deserves, and you're not stopping him bc it's probably the best sex you've had in a damn good while.

then again, he's always rough whenever you two have your little meetups late at night, with no one to see how he wraps one hand around your pretty little neck and squeezes just enough to make your pulse speed up. even at his age, he's still strong enough to manhandle and bend you over however he pleases, which he does when he's really stressed. and ugh, it's the best <3

quickies are an absolute necessity, since he has such a large workload to deal with and so little time to finish them. one minute you're both trying to sort through whatever papers you can, and the next, młynar's balls deep inside of you as you ride him on his chair. he doesn't even have to do anything; the sheer size of his cock is enough to leave you fucked out of your mind as it is.

młynar honestly seems like the type of man who always insists that making a mess is so troublesome, but then he watches his cum dribble out of your abused hole like a perv. sometimes he'll even get hard again and wanna go again bc he's so pent-up and lowkey happy he can finally get some <3

honestly, just surprise him with a blowjob under his desk and he'll probably combust. knowing that he has to complete his work, but you're kneeling in between his legs just makes it so damn hard. with your pretty lips wrapped around his length and the wet warmth of your throat, it's so easy to forget about the endless piles of paper.

but don't worry, you grinding down on his cock is one of the few highlights of his day. młynar quite likes your little stress-relief sessions when you whine his name over and over as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. he may be old, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have you seeing stars and begging for more.

[monkeydra]

Sending you a star for the “director’s commentary” meme - give us the backstage info about any of your fics~

You get the backstage info on three fics because I have exactly zero self control! This is going behind a read more. Sorry, I got a little excited XD

First up is homing

So I wanted each scene to lead into the other with alternating present-past scenes, alternating dream-memory scenes before transitioning into present/reality and past/dream at the end. I wanted there to be some detail in common to tie one scene to the next one, and I mostly wrote a scene and then chose the detail in common.

I wanted to write this for the "come back to me" line and also the scene where Kinn wakes to a reunion with Porsche among the carnage Porsche created to rescue him XD I didn't go too deep into the description because Kinn is pretty desensitized to murder in general at this point and also I wanted it to be a "yeah yeah the murders by my husband to protect me we've all seen it" kind of thing. I had a lot of fun writing Kinn being generally unaware of the situation but Porsche was asking him for something so he just went with it XD For the last scene I thought simple would be best. Also I think I've done an Inception AU in most fandoms I've been in

Next up is you love me; i'll listen

So back in my teen years I played Crisis Core and I've been insane about it since then. Specifically there's a scene where Sephiroth says he doesn't want to believe Genesis would be involved in something so petty, Zack said then don't, and Sephiroth easily and simply replied, "Very well, I won't" and that scene has been in constant replay in my head for over a decade. He had met Zack so little time ago and already he had such trust in him that Zack told him to do something and he just. Did it. Without question. And then this fic almost didn't get done, because my computer crashed with the first draft. Then the new trailer came out and I got a burst of inspo to finish this.

"Sephiroth tore his eyes away from the digital board displaying his stats..."

I've always headcanoned that Sephiroth's senses are also much stronger than the average soldier so some situations that are unpleasant for most people are borderline sickening to him. And I also wanted to hint at this kind of uneasy truce where Sephiroth is very much seen as "property" even while being a monstrously powerful and greatly admired hero. I also really wanted to go for a dynamic where Sephiroth's honesty is pulled out of him by Zack just being there, because he knows, at least subconsciously, that Zack is safe. He says things without fully thinking them through, and he does what Zack says automatically because Zack wouldn't tell him to do something if it'll hurt him, and this is one of the few times Sephiroth feels safe. He's also not entirely aware that he's crushing on Zack yet. On Zack's end he's still learning how to read Sephiroth, but he doesn't need to understand him completely to accept him. He sees him as his endearingly strange friend, and he's happy Sephiroth is accepting help (and letting him in)

"Somehow, Zack coaxed him out of the data room."

So another line that I haven't talked about as much but also gave me brainworms is when Angeal comes back to help and he says "Sephiroth have you lost weight?" (and Sephiroth just turns his head away). Sephiroth is a very tall man, and proportionately muscular, so he'd have to lose quite a bit of weight for it to be that visible. I think Zack doesn't like to focus on his own negative feelings as much, and would rather throw himself into fixing his friends' problems, while also this being a little urgent because Sephiroth would have to not be eating to get visibly smaller. And while he might be a bit silly and oblivious at times, he'd probably pick up on Sephiroth's sensitivity re: his senses, hence the mildly flavored soup

"Tomorrow was his day off, he remembered."

Also I think Zack would be on a mission to give Sephiroth the affection and loving indulgence that he was pretty obviously deprived of. In the section where they sleep in, I actually wrote the waking part first (in that section, it was the second scene I wrote overall) and then wrote the rest of it

"The meeting passed in a simultaneously lightning fast and syrupy slow pace..."

In the catatonic section, they're in Sephiroth's apartment, and Zack was waiting for him because Sephiroth had let it slip that he finds Zack's presence comforting (and Zack has seen flashes of how he looks when he comes back from those meetings). Sephiroth is very much taking Zack's encouragement as permission to ignore Hojo (basically replacing his voice with a more loving one)

"Sephiroth slid his coat off his shoulders..."

This was just me sneaking in my bottom!Sephiroth agenda

"“Look at me,” he heard as he gasped awake..."

This was the third scene I did and I knocked it out so fast, and also based on a line that gave me so many brainworms. Zack pointed out to Aerith that his eyes are the color of the sky so she would have a less scary association with it (I'm also a zaertih fan, in case anyone was unaware), and I wondered if Sephiroth would have his own association with it. He would have grown up under polluted Midgar skies while also having seen the sky in other places, so I think Zack's eyes would invoke a feeling of freedom for him. I also wrote a lot of these scenes with Zack's physicality in mind, and with the headcanon that Sephiroth would find Zack's almost equal build a comfort. I was a little more obvious here, and I specifically brought up his physical strength and it's similarity to Sephiroth's because of my "Zack took out a kill squad with his bare hands fresh out of a coma and took down most of the Shinra grunt army, and also successfully defeated or fought to a draw some of the strongest fighters in this series, and I'll remind people because I think they're too blinded by the sunny smile to remember" agenda. Did I go all in on that agenda? Not really, but I like to at least include hints of it

"Sephiroth looked out the window, towards Shinra mansion..."

I just want Zack to pull Sephiroth back from the edge, man. I'm a softie. And also, Zack does get angry, so I wanted a scene where he does. He gets angry, and can be downright ferocious when he wants to be, and at this point Sephiroth knows it. I pictured his objections at the end as being more nominal. Objectively he knows it'd be insanely difficult to keep him anywhere he doesn't want to be, but his chains were always more psychological in nature. Zack just kind of took a battering ram to them.

As a side note, Genesis is on thin fucking ice with Zack in this by the end. He recovers and they run into each other later, and he's trying to apologize without actually apologizing to Sephiroth while also being Very Fucking Careful because Zack super clearly feels no reservations about fighting him again. Just goes from golden retriever to doberman the minute Genesis is in the room

Last is one of my favorites, Fic Bites - KinnPorsche

I might expand some of these. Potentially. No promises. But I did really enjoy them and I do generally have worlds thought out behind these mini fics, and some of them I think would be fun to play in

Royalty

I think their relationship dynamic would be kind of a pendulum situation, where the deeper their class difference, the more reverential Kinn would end up being in response. And I think a key aspect of why Kinn falls so hard for Porsche is with Porshce, he's enough as he is, hence the last line

Arranged Marriage

Kinn falls in love with his husband and decides to turn their initially shitty situation into a better one by giving them a new courtship, one that actually reflects their desire to be with each other (jury's out on if they can keep their hands off each other. It very much becomes a Schrödinger's tradition thing, where the parts they like they adhere to because tradition and the parts they don't they ignore because they're married already). Kinn does have more doubts here though than he did in canon since in this case Porsche was forced to be with him, so it takes him longer to trust that Porsche really does love him

Victorian

This is unrelated to the previous one. In this one they had a whirlwind romance which had the unfortunate side effect of not giving them time to prepare Porsche for the realities of being in this kind of spotlight. It causes a lot of strain, since Porsche is being watched and judged on a scale he's never experienced before and is fighting through it because he loves Kinn, and Kinn is in a constant state of terror that Porsche will realize he's not worth it and is fighting not to self sabotage

Hanahaki Disease

This is based on the post where instead of hanahaki being "my feelings are unrequited so I'll die" they're more of a seasonal allergy thing that won't go away until you confess, no requiting required. Kinn has been in a state of constant sniffling and sneezing and coughing since he met Porsche, and Kim has been done with it for almost as long. Everyone except Kinn very much knows Porsche returns his feelings

The Mummy

This was inspired by the "Fine!" argument in The Mummy, only, you know, more dramatic. Kinn strong armed Porsche into helping navigate the desert so he can find the treasure, and falls extremely hard as per canon. Imhotep absolutely thinks Porsche is Anck-Su-Namun reincarnated, and Kinn is having a meltdown from worry because he's not used to worrying about someone who isn't his brothers and they've never been in this level of danger. Porsche meanwhile cannot lose anyone else. He can't.

Fake Dating

Corporate spy!Tawan dated businessman!Kinn to steal company secrets, and now he's going to be at a gala/business function that Kinn is going to. He refuses to show up single and give him the satisfaction. Enter Porsche. He figured why the hell not, he'll even make some money out of it. It's a little bit rough until they start bonding, and then they fall for real, naturally

Detective Noir

So Kinn is very much the Vulnerable Femme (Homme) Fatale With A Case Here. He and Porsche met in Greece and started it as a fling, but then genuinely fell for each other. Kinn was not only scared of his own feelings, but scared of what being in his world would do to Porsche, so he ghosted him. But wait! Someone is now trying to kill his family, and he's terrified they might succeed with his brothers. He needs someone to find out who it is, and he (foolishly, he feels so foolish) knows he can trust Porsche (he can). They gain a deeper understanding of each other and never stopped loving each other, so Tension Abounds

Time Loop

Porsche is stuck in a time loop of a day when a rival gang invades, and if he, any Theerapanyakul bro, or one of his bodyguard buddies dies, it starts again (because I want them to make it out alive. Chay is not involved because he's off at uni, so he's not in danger). He is clinging by a thread at the end due to trying to keep several people he loves alive, and on top of that not only witnessing Kinn die, but witnessing Kinn break if one or both of his brothers die

Pushing Daisies

This is the first one I wrote for this set. The image stuck in my head, and I was pretty proud of how it turned out

Soulmate

So I actually put thought into the colors here! White symbolizes purity in some cultures, and I think there is something very pure and simple about his desire for his father's approval. He also, without realizing it, craves love in general, and doesn't know how to ask for it or even how to recognize it. It just exists in him. However in other cultures, white symbolizes death. I thought that dichotomy suited Vegas well.

Porsche of course got gold. Gold is precious, gold is wanted, gold is valuable. His touch on his soulmates' skin literally turns them gold, leaves inherent worth behind. He is madly desired and treasured. Gold also can symbolize compassion, a trait that bursts from him freely and is in conflict with who he has to become now that he's in the mafia (gold being pushed at and covered in white and red)

Kinn got red, which of course can symbolize rage and violence and danger, but is also love and passion, which is a combo Kinn embodies and struggles with throughout the series. I think he and Vegas would have similar struggles of seeing their marks as leaving behind signs of death and violence, even as they enjoy seeing their marks on their soulmates.

Gods

To be perfectly honest, I only wrote this one for the line about Porsche being a sun god and more beautiful than any nymph or muse.

Superpowers

Vegas can manipulate electricity. Kinn is mostly invulnerable (he can be hurt, it's just incredibly difficult). Porsche is a healer. They can work through most of their problems, except one. Kinn keeps throwing himself between them and attacks, even if they could dodge it.

Anyway I got entirely too carried away, but this was fun XD