#this self-marketing stuff is hard ;u;

[telekitnetic-art]

DEEP CUT FORMLINE STICKERS 🦈🦑

I'm finally ready to announce that the Deep Cut sticker sheet is up on my ko-fi shop!! This concept has been a while in the making and I'm really happy with how they turned out!!

You can find my ko-fi shop here!! Please check it out, ko-fi is my main source of income currently as I don't have the free time to pick up a part time job in between university work.

Also, this sticker sheet was made with a different paper type then my other stickers are. It's not as tear proof as my other stickers, but it is still waterproof! I am hoping to get sticker sheets with the usual paper type once my manufacturer has that option available in the future!

[little-shadows-story]

A little help?

I'm planning on starting to post Little Shadows in other places, mainly AO3 and, dare I say, Wattpad. This as a way to reach a wider audience and maybe attract one or two more readers.

Is there any platform out there that you think could fit a work like LS? Somewhere that's good to post original fiction in short form? If you do, please do tell me!!

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Upgrades are Coming Into Your Life?

Hello beautiful people, so sorry for the delay on readings. I've been really distracted lol. But tonight marked the end of the $5 4/20 weekend sale. I am grateful for those who have purchased a reading. Now, if you would like to purchase a reading, please read my guidelines and let me know! (They will be regularly priced until another sale comes along). Now, this weekend’s PAC will be all about the upgrades that are coming in your life! Whether that’s in your career, home, family, finances, love, etc. We’ll find together! So without further ado, please pick your Megan baby. 🤭

Top Left-to-Bottom Right (1-4):

PIle One, I feel like things have been getting hectic in your life. I think that this is a group of people who can get easily distracted by the small things. A lot of you are going through a breakup/separation from someone that betrayed you or love bombed you. I can feel my throat tightening as I’m typing this. I’m sorry, Pile One but this is a blessing in disguise. I think that this will be a death/rebirth period for you. I am seeing snippets of the Hiss video, specifically when Megan is dressed in all silver. I think you will come out stronger than ever. When I say stronger, I mean you will be less tolerant with other people’s bullshit and having better boundaries. I feel like someone tried to dominate you and as a result, it ruined your self-esteem. I see you taking some time to yourself and realizing who the fuck you are. You need to know that things will get better. Anything that happens over the course of the next seven days is meant to happen, Pile One. 

Cards Used: The Empress (RX), Prince of Cups, 7 of Swords, Strength, The Hermit, 3 of Swords (RX), The Magician, Temperance (RX), The Lovers (RX). 

extras: “bovine”. playing the dozens. hbcu bound. 1H lilith. a full shopping cart. laughter.

Pile Two: If you suffer from insomnia, you will absolutely start to get better sleep. Pile Two, you’re such a smart worker. I know you don’t like to work hard, and you will be getting a reward for that. I see a promotion coming your way. If you have a boss that has an explosive temper, I see that this will happen within the next three weeks. Your life also seems chaotic like Pile Two. You also seem like the obsessive type. I feel like this is a pile full of nightowls as well. Part of your upgrade process will mean embracing your shadow side. I think that you have some trouble with other women (if you’re a woman), or having trouble embracing your soft side. It is okay to be vulnerable. I also see if you’re on the search for a new car, then a woman will co-sign a loan for you. It seems like you will be changing from the inside out. The longer it takes for you to address the issues that you have going on internally, the longer the results will come. I am seeing that when you finally decide to open up and be vulnerable, the physical changes will manifest. For example, if you want longer hair, your hair will grow two inches. If you want to change your life, change your mind Pile Two. And I’d recommend you look up the term ‘limerence’. Start making changes to become more grounded and less clouded by delusions, fantasies and looping thoughts about stuff that does not exist in your reality. It’s time to let them go, Pile Two.

Cards Used: 4 of Cups, Queen of Cups, The Chariot, Ace of Discs, 3 of Discs, The Devil, King of Cups (RX), The Tower, 9 of Swords

extras: listening to nightcore. “egoic”. meat market. fresh beat band. beauty shop (2005). picker-upper.

Pile Three: Your hard work is finally going to pay off. You’ve been obsessing over your work and dedicating so much of your time to it. It is finally going to receive some recognition because you decided to not give up on your dreams. As a result, I see that your dream lifestyle will be well-funded. If you’re an artist or a clothing designer, this will especially resonate with you. The amount of time that you spent on your passion will be appreciated by many eyes, Pile Three. If you’ve been having a hard time accepting someone for who they are, or if you have been struggling with your emotions in general, I see that you will get a handle on it. And also, if you’re looking for a vendor, you will find one! You are being called to continue to focus on your craft. I am channeling this interview of GloRilla where she says that she abstained from relations with men, partying and alcohol for sixty days before she blew up. Then FNF was released, and that marked the start of her mainstream journey. So, keep going baby!!

Cards Used: Wheel of Fortune, Strength (RX), 5 of Cups, Queen of Cups, 7 of Cups, Princess of Discs, The Devil, 3 of Discs, Temperance, The Star

extras: christina aguilera. spiders. a series of unfortunate events. award shows.

Pile Four: The only way that you can learn from your mistakes is if you actually implement the lesson into your life, Pile Four. I can tell that you’re stubborn. Once you really understand that nothing can change if YOU don’t move things around, you will know how powerful you are. Some of you may have a really thick (and attractive) accent. I think that you can use this to your advantage to make things shake for you. Pile Four, do you really know yourself? Like outside of the things that you do and have, who are you? It is time for you to do some soul searching, my love. It feels like I am talking to a shell of you. I think that the upgrades that are coming in will involve other people. You will find someone who helps you embrace your rawest, natural self. I also think that you will be interested in fitness and will find a workout partner. Investing in yourself physically will impact you emotionally. You do not need to go back to your old self because they’re gone. Take pride in this new you. I feel that your spirituality will strengthen as well. Your boundaries will grow stronger, and as this happens, you will lose more friends unfortunately. But I don’t think you’ll be affected by it. Overall, I feel like this pile will gain a lot of clarity and mental strength to start breaking generational curses and shedding old skin. You got this, Pile Four!

Cards Used: 8 of Cups, The Star, Death, 9 of Swords, 7 of Wands, The Fool, Temperance, Page of Wands, The Lovers

extras: “you smell good.” “be you.” jump by tyla. maison margiela. kick-ass. wwe.

[mashiraostail]

Found you through your BG3 stuff and it’s so good I’m foaming at the mouth

Could I request soft dom Karlach with a fem reader, maybe with a bit of praise thrown in if that’s alright?

Thank you I owe u my life

omg ask and u shall receive and it wont be self serving to me at all even a little!

I love Karlach and I love women this was sooo epic

NSFW under the cut :3

"Oh stop it-" Karlach is cringing as Shadowheart quite literally wrings blood from her hair, "you'll make me sick!'

"I can hardly help it, I'm always in the splash zone when I go into a fight with you." Shadowheart doesn't look happy about the situation either, but what must be done must be done.

"You certainly wouldn't hear me complaining, though I do like a more...direct method of delivery." Astarion some how came out the other side fairly clean.

"Oh come on, enough with the blood and guts stuff." Karlach groans, "so gross."

"What, are you trying to save your appetite?" Shadowheart laughs and flicks her hair over her shoulder, sending a small splatter of blood onto Astarion's arm. The two of them made a terribly snarky, gossipy duo. Karlach was just glad they had made friends.

"So what if I am?" Karlach crosses her arms, "I've already been denied ten years why should I be any longer? Especially at the expense of your grimy hair."

Astarion laughs at that, "no, you're right. All the power to you my friend." He looks around a moment, "say where is your favorite midnight snack?"

Karlach whirls around too, "oh shit, have we lost her?"

"She is a slippery one." Shadowheart nods.

"Kalrach would know." Astarion agrees. Karlach guffaws, shoves him. There were plenty of good things about getting her tune up, the kissing, the sex, the cuddling, and the knocking the wind out of Astarion every time he said something gross, odd, or rude.

"Cut it out." She tries to wipe the warmth off her face, being on fire was hot enough, why be embarrassed too.

"Hey! You left without me?!" You're appearing over a small hill, a new, heavy looking bag on your shoulder, "did I take that long?"

"We thought you ran away." Astarion shakes his head, "you took forever."

"Gale asked me to pick up some things." You hike the bag up your shoulder, "camp isn't far though, I guess we picked a good spot with this little market so close and all. What'd you all get into?" You stop once you've joined the group, "oh Shadowheart you smell awful-"

"Imps. Imps and goblins." Shadowheart mutters, "it's always imps and goblins."

"Together?"

"No."

"Sorry I missed it then." You laugh a little. Karlach takes the bag off your shoulder. "Oh you've probably been fighting all afternoon I can-"

"Don't worry about it, make up for leaving you behind. I always carry the stuff."

"I told you to go on without me, I guess I didn't think you actually would though." You laugh a bit.

"Well in your absence Karlach has told us all about how, when she does get you to herself you always-"

"Stop!" She shoves Astarion hard enough to make him stumble, "oh I should light you up." Shadowheart is just snickering to herself.

"I didn't-" She addresses your horrified look, "I didn't tell them anything I swear." She holds her hands up, "and even if I had, which I didn't! It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're killer in bed. Probably just make them jealous, that's why I don't say anything."

You will the color out of your face at her comment and make the short walk back to camp with silly but comfortable conversation flowing between your little group. The sun's set in the sky by now so you're glad to be so close to camp, otherwise it may have been difficult to find your way back.

When you do make it back Gale looks excited to see you all, "did they have everything?"

"Uh...dunno, I'm just the mule." Karlach shrugs, and holds the bag out, "you'll wanna talk to the manager." She jabs a thumb to you, his gaze follows.

"They did I just- Karlach!" You brush the bag over the Gale and hold her wrist, "look! You're all cut up!"

"Oh am I?" She looks down at her arm, sure enough there were a myriad of claw marks on her forearm, "aw shit, look at that. Didn't even notice, little buggers. Enjoy your stuff Gale I've gotta patch up." You follow her away without finishing your afterthought for Gale.

"Halsin's left for the day, he said he had some friends in the area who may have information for us." You frown, "how's Shadowheart?"

"She needs to rest up before she can use anymore healing magic." Karlach shakes her head, "they're barely some scrapes, I'll be fine for now, I'll go clean up, then well...I dunno I'm yours."

"Let me help, it will be easier with two." You look hopefully up at her, "there's a river close by, we can clean you off and patch you up." She's grinning.

"Come on, you're not worried about a few little scrapes are you? Do you know who I am?" She looks delighted despite her words.

"I'm very familiar, that's why I want to help."

"You're worried? About little old me?" She's squeezing your shoulders as you walk together, "or do you just want to play nurse?"

"Maybe both." You glance up at her, she's practically buzzing.

"Don't tease me." She warns, "you'll ruin my night."

Of course you'd never do a thing like that. Though cleaning her up does take precedent, despite her groaning and whining.

"We need to make sure it's clean, then we can wrap it up." You hand her a shirt to tear up into some makeshift bandages. She uses her free hand and her teeth to do so, she certainly notices you shift and avert your gaze.

"What are you all shy about?" She laughs at the color on your face.

"You know." You tut and frown at her, though it's not very believable.

"What? Is it me?" She watches you use one piece of the shirt to wipe the blood, "Am I making you act all shy?"

"You're always so mean to me-"

"Its me isn't it? You like me, don't you?"

"Oh stop." You press a damp hand to you cheek, trying to cool off.

"What? Tell me all about it! Do you fantasize about me? Have dreams about me?" She's leaning towards you, her voice teasing. You use another piece of cloth the wipe her arm off with some water.

You scoff and look away from her, it just makes her laugh.

"Your silence speaks volumes! Tell me!"

"No!" You use three strips of thicker fabric to wrap her arm up, "I won't!"

"So you don't deny it!" She catches you by your waist, "tell me, or you are not getting a single thing from me tonight-"

"You're evil! You should know how it feels to be denied! Have a heart!"

"Oh I've got one, wanna see?" She's laughing, nosing at your jaw, of course you tilt your head for her, you could never deny her, despite yourself. "Come on, just give me a little taste."

"I don't have anything to tell you!" The crimson engulfing your face said otherwise.

"Uh-huh." Karlach wraps her arms around your back, "can I have a kiss?"

You indulge her without saying anything else about the subject, she seems contended with it for now. You have a feeling you aren't quite out of the woods though.

"You look so pretty when you're embarrassed." She holds you by your chin, "I can't help myself." Her hands are tugging at your shirt, you help her slide it off. She takes in the sight of you with as much enthusiasm as always you can practically hear her brain knocking around in her skull, every thud screaming with excitement, 'TITS!!!!'

"I'm so fucking lucky-" She's giddy with it, kissing down your neck and shoulders, probably planning her attack on your chest. "You're such a sweet thing, gods, I don't know how I have it in me to behave all day knowing this is the sight hiding under all that armor you wear."

You gladly clamber into her lap, she's ducking down into your chest, her hands exploring the newly exposed flesh unabashedly. "You're really very pretty, you know?" She says it into your sternum, you're trying desperately to undress her, eventually she takes pity on you and helps it along. When she stands to shake the last of her clothes off all you can do is drop to your knees, she laughs.

"Well I wasn't gonna boss you around or anything." She's grinning at you and gods you love her, it's all you can think about, you're kissing at her stomach rubbing your face into her warm skin, she just laughs some more.

"Aw look't you, so sweet. What is it? You wanna take care of me?" You make a choked off noise at that, nodding and pulling her closer, it's a frantic nod though, rushed and almost desperate.

"Alright, alright, don't start crying now." She pulls you away to look at you for a moment, "you aren't off the hook, but I'll take a detour." She slings a leg over your shoulder and her hand tangled in your hair on impulse and you close your eyes, if only to hide how far back your eyes roll into your skull. Occasionally you feel her nails scrape the nape of your neck. You were pressing your lips to her, running long strokes over her with your tongue and thumbing at the the wetness whenever you needed to catch your breath. Karlach hadn't taken her eyes off you, she was practically singing you praises and it made your stomach knot up desperately.

She uses her grip on your hair to guide you along but she doesn't need to do much, you already know what to do. She pays extra care to pull all your hair off your face to get the best look at you she can.

"Gods, look't you, pretty girl, just like that, 's perfect." Even her moans are perfect, it's obscene. If anyone asked you she should be locked up, wearing a big flashing warning sign. All you can do is moan, hold onto her thighs, beg to be impossibly closer.

"What're you moaning at?" She's grinning devilishly, "you just like the sound of my voice don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do-" The way she tugs on your hair pulls a perfectly lovely moan out of you, and it makes her laugh in a warm, fond sort of way that makes you want to lay down and spread your legs open for her.

"Alright then, lucky for you I love talking to pretty girls." By the grace of some god you find it in you to play a bit coy with her.

"You think I'm pretty?" You're looking up at her with perfect blown out pupils, and swollen red lips wearing her cum like lipgloss, matter of fact it's spread out pretty evenly over your cheeks and chin too.

"Oh fuck-" She drops her head against the tree she's been leaning on, "I'll blow my fucking lid, cut that out. You wouldn't be able to survive the things you're making me want to do to you."

"I'd try, for you." If she had something to say to that you don't let her get it out. You realized your mouth had been too far away for far too long. You missed the feeling of her tugging at your hair, pushing and pulling you to her own accord.

"Oh gods- dammnit-" She's bucking her hips into your face, her hold on your head especially tight, she groans, it's from her chest, low and thankful. You feel her stutter with the orgasm rolling over her and she pushes you away. Her chest heaving.

"You're a dream, you know?" She's pulling you to your feet, she laughs when she has to steady you a bit, then she kisses you. "Taking such good care of me all night. Looking so pretty while you do."

You feel her hands on between your shoulder blades, she's kissing down your jaw and neck, you're putty in her hands, waiting to be put where she wanted you.

"Come on," She's picking you up, wrapping your legs around her middle, "tell me, before I could touch you like this, and you had to take care of yourself. Tell me what you thought of. I'll tell you mine."

"It's so embarrassing-" You honest to god whine at her, if she were a stronger woman she'd be able to suppress the shudder it sent up her spine.

"Tell me, I'll give you whatever you want, all night if you do."

"It was just you-" You groan as she sets you down on your back and crawls on top of you, "your voice, I could hear it in my head so clearly." She's grinning from ear to ear, impish and coy.

"What was I saying? Was I bossing you around?" She laughed a little because gods you were an idiot, all she had to do was lay you down and you were spreading your legs for her.

"Sometimes-" Your chest was stuttering.

"Oh?" She pushes the syllable through pursed, curious lips, "what about the other times?"

"You're moaning," you're bucking your hips, searching for pay off, something anything the heat was unbearable. "Saying I'm good, calling me pretty-" You couldn't help the hand you brought down to rub over yourself, it was just something else for Karlach to look at.

"You like when I call you pretty?" She's attacking your chest with kisses that leave a burning trail in their wake, "you touch yourself and imagine me watching, calling you pretty?" She laughs that laugh again, the one that makes you wanna lay face down for her. "Maybe you're just as far gone as I am."

"I definitely am." You're practically begging her to touch, after 10 years of holding back she finds it almost impossible to deny you.

"Wanna see if it's as good as when you dreamed about it?" She's pulling you up, turning you over, you go because you're so stupid for her when you get like this, she could walk you off a cliff if she wanted.

" Are you gonna make yourself cum for me?"

This was overwhelming, you felt drunk, your emotions were running so high, you were so horny you could sob, "I'd do whatever you want-" She  was kissing at the backs of your thighs, you could feel her breath on your desperate fingers.

"Oh, careful pretty girl you're giving me too much power." She's laughing, her voice was low against your skin and it made you shudder. "I might not be so nice next time."

"No, no, you can do whatever you want to me Karlach- fuck-" You gasp, feeling her thumb brush against you.

"Whatever I want?" You can hear the grin in her voice, impishly charming.

"Yeah, anything-"

"I could tie you up?" She nipped at your skin and that paired with the thought of it alone could get you to cum, "yes please-" Your eyes were glossed over, you were pushing your hips back into her, begging for a firmer touch.

"Oh gods, you've gotten yourself into trouble now. And here I thought you were a nice girl." One of her hands pulls your upper thigh, right were it meets your ass, to get a better look at you.

"You know," Her other hand joins, taking the other thigh, you can feel her nails pressing your skin, "really I can't think of anything else to say but pretty. You are so pretty for me. I can't blame myself for thinking you were a good girl, how could anyone so pretty be bad?"

All you can do is moan, practically cry at it.

"You know it's everything too, not just this." Her thumb brushes you again and you actually think you feel your soul leave your body. "The noises you make, and that pretty red blush you get every time you look up at me. Like I'm deflowering you every time I touch you. Ravishing you, scandalizing you."

"Karlach, please-" She hadn't asked you to beg, that was all on your own accord.

She makes a pouting noise, faux sympathy, "alright, I'll give in. Tell me where you want me, pretty girl. I can't say no to face like your's."

You don't know where to start, you want it all honestly. Lucky for you she's started, replacing your hand with her own then slipping her fingers into you. You were melting into the ground below letting out a desperate warbling moan mixed with a handful of profanities.

"Good or bad-" She cautions and you shake your head, the momentary loss of friction makes your eyes water desperately.

"Good! Good, Karlach, please, fuck-"

You were whining and moaning into your arm, which had been previously holding your chest off the ground. Your eyebrows turn up at it, "oh fuck-"

You were acutely aware of how well she knew your body at this point. Every stroke into you had you moaning, rumbling from your chest, the momentum she'd picked up carrying with a bounce in your cries.

For a split second she was gone, stopping to wrap her arm around your front, as quickly as the touch was gone it was back. Then her free hand was in your hair dragging you up to press your back against her chest and fuck it hurt a little but in a way that made your spine tingle and ripped the most beautiful fucking moan Karlach had ever heard out of you.

"Oh sweetheart-" She moans it into your neck, "you'll kill me at this rate." Her arm wraps around your middle and you grip her forearm with your hand, the other coming around your back to hold onto her there.

She picked back up to pace quickly with you against her chest, bounding forward with unrelenting force that hit you so hard she could hear it in your voice.

"That's it, you pretty thing, just like that, huh? That's perfect." She's cooing into the crook of your neck, "good, good job."

"Fuck-" Your nails dig into her arm, "fuck me, Karlach-"

"The mouth on you lovely girl," She groans into your neck, pulling you into a sloppy but stupidly hot kiss.

"When it was me, waiting to finally touch you, this is what I thought about." You can feel her breath behind your ear when she speaks, "all the different ways I could completely undo you, how good you'd be for me while I did, how you would beg for me to do it. I'd never make you worry about anything, no." She tsks, "I thought about how much fun it would be, taking care of you. I got off thinking about your pretty, empty head, getting railed by me. How'd I do?"

"I'm gonna cum-" You somehow manage to choke it out, "'m gonna- fuck!" Your eyebrows knit together and of course she grins.

"Go 'head, I wanna see it." She was kissing your shoulders a hand coming down to thumb at your clit, you keen loud and still bouncing, "wanna hear it-" She murmured into your skin, "I definitely wanna feel it too."

"Oh fuck-" You gasp, your eyes roll back from the shock of it. Thank god she can't see your face because you must have been drooling. The jerking tenseness of your hips and the way you called out her name like she was an angel would drive her insane for months to come all she can do is sink her teeth into your shoulder.

If it wasn't for her arm around you you'd have slumped to the ground.

"That good?" She laughs and you nod.

"Come on, let's clean you up." She lays you down and takes the extra pieces of cloth you had on hand to wipe you clean, "are you alright?" You only nod again and she chuckles,

"and she was too stunned to speak. Another knock out performance by Karlach."

That gets a snort out of you and you shove her arm, "come off it, K."

"Uh oh, someone sounds tired." Her hand rubs your stomach, you're purring like a cat.

"No I'm not." You drag your hand down her stomach, obviously downwards and she laughs.

"Easy there solider, I think the others are expecting to do a least a little adventuring tomorrow. You look ready to pass out anyway." She gathers your clothes up, then you where you'd crumpled into the floor.

"Come on solider." She hoists you over her shoulder, "let's go to bed, I'll get you all tucked in nice and warm in my tent."

"Yeah, okay....good idea K." You were content to dangle over her shoulder, "K, I love you."

"OH I know you do, pretty." She pats your backside, "but I love you more."

You gasp as she drops you onto her bedroll, "no way!"

"Yes way." She's kissing and nuzzling your neck while you laugh, "admit it before I have to ravish you right here in this tent to prove it!"

For as delightful as your touch was your laugh was just as intoxicating, you nodded desperately trying to squirm away from the ticklish kisses and bites.

"Lay down." Karlach pulls away, smiling, "I don't think there's anyone on the planet who's ever loved anyone as much as I love you." She thumbs at your bottom lip, "and I don't think there's anyone in the world half as a pretty as you are. Sleep tight knowing that." You preen at her words as she settles down into bed with you.

"Let's go to sleep, we haven't go much nighttime left, no thanks to you."

[angelfevr]

i dont think i want to post my art online anymore.

this was kind of a hard decision and i had thought abt quitting for Months, possibly Years, but yeah im putting my foot down this time.

i restarted this blog earlier this year bc i noticed my unhealthy attachment to the internet, so i wanted smth that focused on my hobbies bc that felt more productive in a sense. and it was, and it helped.

i just wanna say this isnt anyones fault, and while i cant control how ppl decide to respond to this, pls dont feel at fault or guilty or anything . idk how to word things eloquently esp not during an emotional moment

anyway i keep thinking abt curryswirl's post and how true it is ..

like its so frustrating having to post stuff like "hey!! i made smth" and how it feels (keyword: feels) like nobody cares enough to share it around w/ others . and no doing it privately doesnt count bc like.. u couldve spent energy making a comment to the op instead

overall i feel like theres more cons than pros. i hate having my self worth tied to internet attention/validation and i rlly dont think its a me problem . i think its a problem w the internet in general, how the algorithm (and ik tumblr doesnt have one so thats not the only point im making) favors certain ideas/trends, how u have to sanitize urself, market urself in a way that strays from what u truly want to do . idc that "eventually youll have eyes on ur posts" bc why cant it happen Now ? why do i have to fight to get noticed? its such a competitive nature and i hate it

so im done

ofc im still gonna use this blog and if u wanna talk privately abt my stuff and send asks and shit im cool w that, i still want to be in community w other writers and such . im just not gonna post much or at all. maybe lil snippets here and there, participating in writing/fandom events but thats it

if u read this far, ty . if u didnt, thats fine too ^^

tldr: im quitting posting art on the internet bc of the competitive nature of said internet and how it fucks with my mental health. so yeah

[vvintercearig]

yo it's me (again (jay)) back at it again with no self control and my dumbass son doyun! below are the usual links and info and feel free to continue to smash that mf like button for some plotting

STATS - MEMORIES - PLOTS - PINTEREST - PLAYLIST

𝒊. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 —

doyun popped up around ansong around 25 yrs ago (at least he lived thru the 90s lets gaur). he has no idea what's happening, he's just happy to be here.

he remembers a little about his life, but always drawn to music, beat street seemed like the easy answer when it came time to start working. for years, he was only working the register, stocking the shelves, before eventually working his way up the managerial ladder. he's owned beat street for around ~10 years now.

his first memory unlocked when he was attempting to tidy stuff up around his apartment and was just about to throw the band-aid away without realizing it's significance. it elicited feelings of aloneness and otherness, but also comfort and being loved and taken care of.

he can typically be found at beat street (obv, always working), mirage, the farmer's market, sweet bean, and illusion.

𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 —

doyun is a little bit paris hilton-esque. he absolutely acts stupider than he truly is (for the plot) and so he can gauge people and how they are before he decides to let them in. he is also a tactical oversharer, so while a lot of people might know a lot about doyun, it's hard to pin down his core values and personality. he is very flippant about most things outwardly even if he cares deeply. doyun!! is!! a!! fuckboy!! but not in like the toxic sense (he drinks his respect women juice tyvm) he will flirt with anyone willing and able but he is very clear about drawing the no-relationship boundary from the start. he won't lead you on. despite all his flaws, doyun is highly compassionate. it takes him a while to warm up to people fully, but once he does, you're in his circle for life. he is not shy about his affection either, platonic or otherwise. he's clingy, he's needy, he will annoy you, and you need a high tolerance for bullshit and stupidity, but doyun will fight your bullies and kiss your booboos. about the only thing doyun excels at is his encyclopedic knowledge of 80s and 90s music and ball sports. do not ask him to cook, do not ask him to fix something around your house, do not ask him the time of day, he absolutely will fuck it up. he isn't book smart (at all, like did not even graduate high school), but he is incredibly emotionally intelligent. doyun can walk into any room and almost with 100% accuracy read the vibes. tl;dr: he's a big-headed moron with a big fat bleeding heart. he doesn't know a lot and won't try to solve ur problems, but he will throw hands for u and make you laugh when you wanna cry.

𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 —

to preface everything below, i'm v v big on chemistry first. i love plotting, but it doesn't necessarily work if our characters don't have chemistry to begin with. i tend to lead with quick and fast plotting to see what we can get our characters to do and then we can go into more detailed plotting after, but i'm always willing to discuss things regardless!!

regulars and employees at beat street!

people to teach him modern technology (with lots of patience pls he's stupid)

literally anything else honestly i'm down for a lot. he's really social and really easy to get along with.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

when u think abt the timing of bts and blackpinks debut time there really wasnt much competition they were a one of their own type as one direction had just broken up (also rip liam 😭) ik lots of ppl like to peddle the narrative bts paved the way but i do feel like they got a leg up or a helping hand some way or other. also 7 is kinda a masonic number jsyk...

i dont feel like their success was totally all themselves and dare i say some of them mightve been passed around for such sexual favours or something much worse that we dont know about. if the diddy + taeil stuff has only just come about then i cant fathom what worse things they could have to do in order to debut. all these foreign groups love to cater to western audience so it makes me fail to believe they havent had a leg up from evil western entertainments ways of doing things. if that makes sense? i do think they sugarcoated their real hardships cause its more marketable and that they havent really told everything they have experienced in their predebut years.

what i find hard to believe as well is how quickly they were kinda just everywhere? again its not hard to fool ppl especially with the internet that has also aided these foreign groups to get more known. but also every other group or band has "got rid of" a member before either by the members own choice ie: drugs and alchohol and im really surprised that they still are almost in tact even scandals cant seem to touch bts too hard if that sounds right to say? ie: agust dui fine really was nothing at all compared to if he had done it in the west and seungri gets a slap on the wrist for his crimes. same for blackpink really who can seemingly half ass everything and theyre still good to go next year sorry for my rambling but ehh i needed to say it even blackpink have been a little bit dissapointing tbh

I do feel BTS' growth was organic, but then it became its own animal. I have gotten undertones in my reading of idols entertaining parties for favors, that could be to get deals, success, or to appease these perverts in the industry. I didn't know why I got that energy, but I did get it. Yeah, it surprises me that BTS is very hidden well, which means I feel HYBE is very good at hiding sh** and controlling the narrative, and the government definitely works with the industry, they are closely tied, so they help another out, so they may hide stories to keep them safe, that is what I get intuitively, because I am surprised with their fame nothing crazy has been leaked and I don't see these boys as squeaky clean. I don't see them as horrible though, I won't assume. I will be real Blackpink's success surprises me, not hating but other girl groups outshine them, but luck, having visibility and yeah, maybe playing the game better got them where they are. I just don't trust the industry anymore, so I question everyone who is crazy successful these days. I just think, what type of crazy stuff did you do to get there. I am so glad I am a normal person, living a normal life, because fame is no joke and a different breed, it isn't for the weak, because it will swallow you up and destroy your self-worth. Sorry, for the long rant lol

[andypantsx3]

if u have energy and time for it i would love to hear more of your input on the kindle publishing and quantity over quality discussion of how those authors tend to intersect fandom genres/cliches (omegaverse, alien romance, hockey romanct, etc.) with more mainstream routes (publishing on kindle universe, booktok advertising, etc.).

like, I am the demographic who do read/write fanfic AND read a lot of the 'self published romance trash' on kindle universe and while i hate that a lot of people have that feeling about it, because i have managed to find quite a few gems that i KNOW would have flopped via traditional publishing routes and are only available via self publishing on such a large marketplace, i know from experience that a lot of the stuff out there is like...bad. Unfortunately, that means i have also experienced the pitfalls of authors who have managed to publish their first book, their first passion project, that is amazing and thoughtful and truly a work of love realizing that it's a quantity over quality market and adapting their writing to suit (dragging out stories and/or putting out multiple books with subpar quality writing).

genuinely, it's a space that both baffles me and gives me a bit of hope for some odd reason. is it annoying that everyone is jumping the romance train and we are getting a dozen poorly written books for 'this months hot trope' in order to make money off of romance- for sure, but i'm also reading books with plots and romances that would never get published elsewhere because what publishing house is gonna publish a book about a woman falling in love with an ant monster alien and having weird ant monster babies?????

-> This is the post being referenced, for those who have not seen it.

Strei my beloved!!!! Yeah of course, this is such an interesting topic to me!! Especially as someone who is also the biggest consumer of romance in any of my friend circles, and as a secret fanfic author who loves trends and used to churn out like a 20-30k fic every week in the early days of the pandemic. Apologies that I'm still brain-fried from fever and my work week but here are my additional thoughts.

Firstly I wanna say that critiquing the culture that puts pressure on authors to pump out content so quickly is absolutely not to say that there aren't gems out there. That is also not to say that anything that is trope-y, trendy, or self-produced/published is garbage either (and it would be wild for a fic author to say so when we have all read like, some omegaverse fic that has changed everything we think we know about love and life LOL).

I think self-publishing as an industry is also extremely interesting and a necessary obverse to traditional publishing houses, especially when it comes to allowing authors the freedom to publish stories that the industry may devalue. Though self-publishing does factor into the equation as the easiest mechanism by which people can pump out trendy content quickly without any of the checks tradpubbing might have, it's not really at the root of the issue here.

To me, that post was specifically critiquing not trends themselves, nor self-publishers for engaging in them, but rather the pressure on (or inversely the reward for) authors to consistently sacrifice quality in terms of outputting massive quantity in service of chasing those trends.

Quality itself is hard to define as well because tastes are so subjective and what might be "low quality" to some people on here I could mention who will know I am talking about them if they read this, is "high quality" and enjoyable to me! I draw the line of quality in my subjective experience; characters and plots that are unmemorable or that failed to make me feel anything. Things I hated or will have forgotten I've read in two weeks' time. Novels that are just like every other one exploring that trope/trend, not for the elements they share but for the ways they failed to bring anything new to that trope.

I'm not sure what the solution is really. I don't think you can or should ask people not to enjoy trends (I'm not gonna stop LOL). I don't think you can ask self-pub authors not to try to make the money they probably need to live. I think it's probably a tall, impossible order to ask the culture at large to change, to grow more conscientious about what they engage with and how, especially when probably all of us are brain-fried from gazillion hour work weeks and just want something light and fun to enjoy.

But I think this is a growing complaint across a lot of mediums. Marvel is making the same movie over and over again, Disney is remaking every single one of their animated franchises in soulless cash grabs, recycled content runs rampant on TikTok and YouTube, and for every excellent book out there, there are 30 garbage copycats. It's clear to me that there is some kind of discomfort growing among us about how nothing is original or interesting anymore.

Fic-wise, I think this pressure to consume and create content so quickly also results in some of the things we regret most about fandom; plagiarizers unwilling to think of or write their own fics, fics abandoned when the hype dies down around a trend, loose characterization that defies even the most generous of interpretations lol.

But at least on the fandom side, I think there are small things we can do to combat this pressure because it costs us nothing to do so, except in some cases a little self-restraint, self-forgiveness, and patience. (At least in small pockets of the community, you're not gonna be able to change everybody.)

I liked what OP said in the last passage:

Maybe that means giving up useless number-chasing if communities can't survive past a certain scale. We could choose to focus on the slow work of developing relationships and trust, creating smaller but more sustainable groups of people who can support one another. Even now, within the hostile infrastructure of the modern internet, I think these things are still just barely possible.

I think as writers, we can be more forgiving of ourselves if writing a fic takes time, even a short one! Anything made with care usually takes time, and that includes breaks because you gotta let things marinate, plus we all have a ton of shit going on personally and culturally and we have to participate in that. We can (if we want to) read widely and try to learn more about the craft, honing our techniques and our ideas.

As community members we can prioritize making friends instead of followers. We can brainstorm with one another, help beta when we have the brainpower. We can gas each other up!! (To be clear I think this corner of tumblr is already excellent at these things, thankfully).

As readers we can choose to engage more often with ongoing fic instead of finished fic (I know the risks LOL), we can slow down and read more carefully and engage thoughtfully. We can let ourselves wait longer between updates. If we have the time and the patience we can seek out and read more niche fic authors and pairings!!

I think some of these we already do so well in this community, which is why I'm so grateful to be a part of this side of tumblr specifically lol. So some of this is just a thought exercise. And I'm sure there are more suggestions smarter people than I will have.

But I do see how capitalist pressures have invaded even this traditionally anticapitalist space and even in small measures, I wanna fight it back lol.

[beatsboy]

7.28.24 / day 35 of romanticizing my life until i love myself again

it’s almost 2am, i woke up about an hour ago from a 5 hour “nap” after going to a queer day market to support my friend selling their art, and it was really cute and i was honestly super social as i have not had that much social interaction lately (getting used to living alone and having to actively go out and seek social interaction has changed my capacity when i do have it so much, like crazy not feeling drained every time i leave the house because i’ve already been like 5 people’s father/therapist/cleaner/etc before getting to the place i’m going to be supportive/present for someone else) but god damn it was so f u c k i n g hot and tbh i’m very proud of myself for making it as long as i did i only made it thanks to the ice cream vender who put my ice pack necklace (shoutout to my mom who has these for menopause and told me about them) in her cooler so it could get cold again and the lemonade vender who gave me a giant cup of ice to hold against various parts of my body to stay cool af and i got to talk about the music video, and future music videos, the more we talk about this stuff, the more motivated i feel to work on music i want to get to the part where i get to be the thing i’ve been building mostly in my brain for so long

originally, we were going for summer release, and then everything got all fucked up with my roommate situation and moving but i think it was meant to happen this way; this project is better suited for the fall, regardless, and clearly brat has taken over this summer in terms of music, on all levels, especially in the hyperpop scene there are still brat parties going on in la, smaller artists are still reaping the benefits of this album (though not getting much credit, as per usual) love seeing the dare dj a petal supply remix of a brat song and getting all the credit, it’s fine we can continue letting cis white dudes get the credit for queer artists, it’s fine i was literally at a brat market today, where everyone had brat merchandise it’s hard for any other music to break through the brat noise in pop/hyperpop right now, not to mention, boypop is kind of fucking freaky, so i do think sept/oct release would be good for the theme

i rewatch the assembly of the first minute or so of footage and literally cannot believe that that is me these are the movements i practice in the shower, in the corner, in my room, when no one’s looking, movements, expressions, i rarely actually see and the thing is, when i do see, i often shrink from them when i tried to practice performing like this in front of a mirror, i always lost it, the authenticity of it, the commitment, giving fully into the performance, the character, the self that’s the only way, in my opinion, to perform, because any level of restraint pulls you back to reality, that i am just a human, an insecure boy, going through puberty for the second time in his life of 27 years, afraid that he hasn’t done enough in his short time on this earth and wishes he’d taken a life-altering journey to a faraway planet where pop music was the harbinger of liberation instead of a stint in rehab and a coke addiction

anyway, market was fun, although so so hot, and after not going out all weekend, especially after thinking i was going to go to the rave on friday night and not, i really needed some socialization, with friends, and new people, and really needed some real time spent out of my apartment i got a really cute trucker hat that says “gay son” that i’m obsessed with and a really beautiful zine made by a trans guy about his gender journey (originally to raise money for his top surgery, which he had evidently already had, as he was standing there, fearlessly, with his shirt off) i honestly didn’t want to spend another $10 (i literally still have to make my rent in the next 3 days but telling myself i got this) but i think i just feel this intense awe when i see other trans guys post op shirtless, so free in a way i cannot imagine being so, naturally, i was blinded and overcome with this feeling, so i paid the $10 for the zine, and of course i do not regret it at all another vender had a kitten cafe with two 2 week old kittens inside (pictured) because they were too young to be left alone and while i was worried about them and the heat, they were quite cute

after being at the market for over 4 hours, af and i came back to my place, where i made us greek wraps with ground turkey and homemade tzatziki and cucumbers after we walked to h mart to get fresh tortillas i showed them the latest version of “boypop” which is so close i can taste the final mix (and am a bit mad i didn’t work on it today, but it’s fine, i was exhausted) they noticed the automation, the changes i’ve been making, i feel like i’ve actually been moving forward in my work this past week instead of just hyperfixating and going in circles, which is a danger i face in the finishing phase it’s hard to let go of a project, to let it be done i still listen to “king” and think of different harmonies i could record now with my current voice and i can sing whatever i want live, but the recording is done, the mix is done, there are no more changes to be made

i think, in the same way that i love people for their potential, and not always for who they are right now, i see a song as it’s potential, which is why i can imagine so much more than what is actually in front of me, and translate that symphony in my head into the daw, and i also why it’s so hard to let go, to stop, to step away from the infinity of changes and evolutions each project could still face sometimes it feels like i could just work on something forever and as i learn new things it will keep getting better and better, but at some point, i just have to let go

when i was a kid, my dad told me that an artist’s first album is always the best because it’s the cumulation of only their best works at the time, but then they just have to keep creating and they slowly get worse and worse i don’t know why i let this stick with me, more insidious influence from my father on a career i hadn’t even chosen when i knew him, it was just some dumb musing from a middle-aged man making himself feel smart by making a comment about maroon fucking 5

his birthday was 2 weeks ago i wonder if it makes him sad, on his birthday, at the age of 66, knowing he’s grown to be the kind of man who would offer back his relationship to his child, who has grown to hate him more than he hates himself, at a price, who has grown to be a man who can put a price tag on anything, even his love and support knowing he is one of the only people left in this planet, soon including even TSA agents and the DMV, to call me that name to wonder if i will ever come back, if i will ever call, if i will ever reach out, if i will ever show up and say i’m sorry dad you were right all along i got off the path and i sold my body and i want to go back to my normal life with a check for $5000, crying, and return to his control (i won’t) he tells my brother that it’s on me, ball’s in my court, if i want to come back that’s all i have to do, say sorry and pay the fine my terms have always been more simple, which i have communicated let’s talk, with a therapist present you two (parents) schedule (since they have crazy schedules) and i will be flexible (even though i too have crazy schedule) “he said he’s willing” my mother claimed, but it never came to fruition, of course not i blocked his number at first, i had to he wouldn’t stop calling, threatening me, telling me i’d made my mother sick with my behavior (becoming financially independent after realizing i was being financially/emotionally abused) i responded to his emails for a while, but they got worse, so i stopped then, his dad died, and i unblocked him just to call and give my condolences i left him unblocked after that. he could have called any time he wanted, but he didn’t i would know if he’d even tried

i wonder if my dad, too, ever sat alone in his first solo apartment journaling about his thoughts and reflecting on the ways his actions impacted other people mostly i hope not, because i don’t want to know if he did good things before he went bad, i want his fate to feel impossible for me to come to i already know that he read the tao te ching and the four agreements, things i’ve read as a young adult, that have brought me peace, that have taught me ways to move through the world, that don’t make sense when i think of him, and it makes me uneasy i don’t want to envision him being a morally good person and suddenly turning it makes me fear that i could still face the turn, when i want to believe that i have avoided it, that i am not capable of becoming a man like That

but, in truth, we are all capable of becoming like that, of selling out to some idea worse than what we believe in because it’s easy, because what we’re doing now is hard, because the rat race is tiring on the ground because our bodies are tired because maybe our fathers were right and the world’s a hard place and maybe i won’t because i know he wasn’t right, he never was, he was a professional bully who practiced on his wife and children but it is in every decision we make, daily, hourly, minute by minute, that determines who we are, and in ever decision, we can make the turn, we can cave and be cruel, we can give in and take the easy route, knowing that each of those decisions pulls us closer to That which we fear becoming the evil you fear lies as much in buying all your furniture on amazon as it does saying something cruel to someone who doesn’t deserve it just because you’ve had a stressful morning as much as the goodness you chase lives in being friendly to the coffee employee who’s taking forever on your drink when you’re late because it’s not their fault and their morning is just as important as yours as much as it lives in buying from local artists every decision determines how you move through the world, connecting each step and choice like a river, that is where you find where you’ll end up, which ocean you end up submerged in, which fish you will find yourself swimming into the dark night with and i crave free, calm waters for when i my end

[tamelee]

Personally I don’t really get people who say they acknowledge Sasuke and Naruto’s romantic bond but still ship Sasuke with a woman… Like, they saw that he was gay (he’s shown to not be attracted to women so he’s not bi) but kinda don’t care?

Actually I don’t really understand the whole shipping culture, or even mainstream fandom culture… I don’t know, I just don’t see the point in just making up content for pre-existing characters while completely destroying what made the characters unique in the first place by ignoring canon entirely (like crack-shipping). I get why people wouldn’t like everything about canon, it’s my case too, but if they don’t like anything about canon… Why are they here in the first place?

Nooo now I sound grumpy. I must be bothering you I’m so sorry 😭😭

Anyway, you’re amazing and I hope you know it 🥰

You don't sound grumpy to me dw 🫶

Well, I don't believe such ships have much to do with Canon either way. And I doubt all of them hate Canon per se, though some change 'Canon' to like Canon, which is funny. "This is my Canon." Yeah, not how it works, but ok- have your Canon your way ofc ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

Side-note though, I don't think Sasuke even knows who Hinata is? 😆 It's as you say; crack-shipping. (I saw that giant/small-yaoi meme here on Tumblr again. No idea what it's called, and immediately thought; a yes, Sukuna and Levi. Kinda want to draw xD Makes no sense at all.) A lot of Headcanon is derived from personal... ideas/desires/inspiration or self-inserting reasons? (Isn't that exactly what 'x-reader' fics are?) Or even trend-posting. As much as characters are used to tell a story for the original author/creator (they're essentially tools), do fans use them to create new ideas. "Ah yes, we all know this character, let's create something around it simply because I want to." Which is completely fine, right? Look at rare pairs. And to be fair, a lot of content, fictional writing and art aren't even based on canon either. The closest thing through fan-work are Manga analyses or meta's, even panel redraws- stuff like that. People adapt 'canon' into fanwork through various degrees or sometimes ditch it altogether. Nsfw/spice is by default made up and entirely Headcanon :') (Though personality can be depicted in a way ig, through expression/behavior and whatnot.)

I totally get what you mean though, although I guess I'm caught up in fandom-culture now. Personally, I do like characters as 'canon' as possible, but it really depends. For some Animanga I don't really care. I think I ship pretty much all TR/BlueLock-characters for literally no reason, but I wouldn't claim it to be Canon in any way (˚☐˚! )/

However, I don't like it when Naruto and Sasuke's characters are butchered. Made-up context or not. The originals are so special to me and it's the reason why I'm a fan, though I don't mind too much in fics, depending on the story. I find it hard to feel the same when they've practically become someone's OC's with only the same name and design. I can't even read height/age-differences because I can't imagine it xD But anyway, this all includes "official" work made for financial/marketing reasons also- especially those damn novels. Those never have anything to do with canon, nor does it align with it. No matter how passionately people claim otherwise.

I'm only a tiny bit petty about it >< u&me grumpy 🤝 And aahhww I don't actually, you should see me sitting here in giant red Christmas socks and a glittery green sweater that's kinda itchy tbh. I don't really feel anything other than those glitters annoying me every 3 seconds... which reminds me I should change -.- anw thankyou <3

[fe-fictions]

Pls sir can I have some Gaius angst crumbs?

(Sure...!!! I've got some Gaius comforting Robin with some self worth concerns ;; U ;; )

He caught you staring at yourself in the mirror several times in the last few days. The problem was that he didn’t get why.

Gaius would wake up to get ready for his work in the castle (head pastry chef?? The best job in the world???), and found you glaring at your reflection. Getting ready to go to market, you were fiddling with your hair, muttering about how uneven it was when you tied it back (in what way?)

Then came the comments about noblewomen. Especially the noblewomen. You would go on about how their waists were so skinny and their chests were so “high up”. He was rather perplexed, at first, until he started to piece together what you were doing. 

You were comparing yourself to them. The most powerful woman in Ylisse (physically, magically and mentally), and you were comparing yourself to other people.

Color him shocked.

He wasn’t sure how to handle it, but he was rather confused by it more than anything else. In his eyes, you were flawless. What was it that you were so self conscious about?

Gaius knew this sort of thing could be a delicate issue, but he also knew that nothing would get solved if he didn’t ask you about it head-on.

He waited until there was an evening before bed, just after your (shared) bath together. You were both breathless, flushed and happy as could be, but on your way to dress for the night, you stopped in front of the mirror.

Again, you were staring at yourself.

“Sorry about that, Bubbles-” He grinned to himself, “Left a few more marks on ya than I meant to. No hard feelings, right?”

“Well…” You trailed off, paying absolutely no attention to your husband. He glanced back at you, his sleeping clothes half on. 

You had that look in your eyes. The kind that suggested you were displeased...but something told him it wasn’t because of his mischief.

“Robin.” 

You hummed, not looking at him. He rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Bubbles- snap out of it.” He tugged the drawstrings of his pants, the soft fabric billowing around him as he strode to your side. His arms closed around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, your back to him. 

You only reacted when he nipped your ear. 

“G-Gaius! What’re you doing?”

“You’re thinkin’ about how you’re not pretty, aren’t you?” 

“What?!” 

“C’mon, I can see it in your eyes. You’re upset about how you look and you’re stewin’ about it over here. I’ve noticed it’s been goin’ on for a while. You wanna talk to me about it?”

Your lips pursed, expression morphing into something much more rtoubled. Your hands fell over his, looking at your husband through the mirror. His chin settled on your shoulder, waiting for an explanation.

“Look, it’s...not that I don’t think I”m pretty.”

“No?”

“I know I’m pretty...a little bit.” You added, chewing your lip. “I..just...don’t think I’m pretty enough.”

“The hells?”

“I-I mean, look at Cordelia, or Sumia, or Maribelle!1 They’re all noble, they’re all beautiful, and they hold up so well in court or in council meetings- they look so effortlessly gorgeous! I mean, with the makeup and their dresses, and the corsets...I can’t bear to do any of that stuff- it’s so restricting and I know I won’t look half as beautiful as they do, but-”

“All right, all right- I get it. Hush up.” He nipped your ear again, drawing a squeak. He grinned. “Babe, you’re not givin’ yourself enough credit. You’re gorgeous. I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t such good eye candy.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Okay, okay. Bad joke.” He laughed, “But I’m serious. You’re beautiful just the way you are. You know why all those other women have to use makeup and all that other crap to look good? Because they’re not nearly pretty enough to go out without it.”

“Gaius, we’ve both seen those girls without any makeup on. They look flawless with or without. The other stuff just makes them look even better.”

“Sweetheart, listen to me. You don’t need any of that stuff. You never have. If you don’t believe me, I will drag you back into that tub and prove it.”

“I’m being serious, Gaius!”

“So am I.” He countered, and turned you around in his arms. He looked at you straight on, his lips fixed in a thin line and looking...borderline angry with you. “Do you not believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful? That you’re perfect, and flawless, and the most amazing woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on?”

“I-I…” 

“I love you just as you are, baby. That’s never gonna change. Who cares if they’re pretty. You’re pretty, too. Beyond pretty. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on...and I bake the most gorgeous cakes you have ever seen.”

You giggled softly, your smile betrayed by the tears gathering in your eyes. 

“You really...you think so?”

“I do.” He nodded, brushing his thumb under your eye, wiping away the little droplets. “You are so beautiful, Robin. You’re incredibly intelligent, an amazing fighter, and you have a body that refuses to quit. Nobles be damned, if I had to choose between some stuffy chick with a powdered wig who stuffs her fat in a corset and this river of chocolate before me...I think the answer is clear.”

“I thought I was an ocean of cream.” 

“You’re both.” He grinned at you, and kissed your nose. “You know that, right? Do you believe me?”

Your sigh was shaky, but your smile was genuine. “...I...I do.” 

“Good.” His lips touched yours, then, wrapping you up tight and holding you flush to his bare chest. Your arms slipped around his neck, deepening the kiss that you desperately needed. Gaius was happy to oblige, of course. 

You broke away with a gasp, your cheeks red all over again and your husband looking mighty pleased with himself. With a bashful smile you looked away, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I...might need you to remind me every now and again, though…”

“Yeah?” He squeezed you, “I’ll tell you as often as it takes. No matter how many reminders you need, sweetheart. I’ll tell ya til you’re sick of hearin’ it.”

You beamed at him, whispering your thanks against his lips. For the first time in a while, you felt much better. Gaius was a sneak, a thief, and a selfish little brat when he wanted to be. But one thing he never was since your marriage...was dishonest.

If he thought you were beautiful, so could you. 

Though you did need a few more kisses to prove it.

[dgaftilwedie]

EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE u guyz have no idea how much i LOVE talking abt my music taste........... im into so many diff genres and im so annoying passionate abt it...........

all nereids beware by chiodos (thx kyle <3)

my fav album of all time is swan songs by hollywood undead but my fav current is drugs by destroy rebuild

ghost, deftones, pierce the veil, mindless self indulgence, my chemical romance, gaerea B))

there were so many.......... cannibal corpse got me into death metal n then into goregrind which is one of my fav genres ever, BTS got me into kpop, get scared n my chem got me into emo, deftones got me back into nu metal.........

them bones by alice in chains

ghost ofc.......... uhmmmm gaerea fer sure........ definitely mcr too

none LMFAO too poor

have u ever loved a band so much u converted religions. that's me with ghost (long story) (too hard to explain) (this is me being dramatic but also not really). i love the music so much and i love all the blatantly satanic themes. the story behind the band is so funny to me but in a good way. like it's just an evil italian church trying to spread the message of the devil. but it's also so much more than that. it's a direct callout to the toxicity of certain religions and the impact of having them pushed on you unwillingly. tobias forge is also just an incredible person and the ghouls are so near and dear to my heart.............

i haven't been listening to any newer albums recently X___X

also none LMFAO i've been mostly just listening to chiodos and destroy rebuild lately

i really don't like scene queen. first of all, SHE IS NOT SCENE!!!!! i try not to be a stickler when it comes to subcultures but you can't just market yourself as something you're not. especially if she makes "metal" music??? which, by the way, that is not metal. it's pop with a little screaming and electric guitar. there is a stark difference. i agree 1000% that we need more women in the scene, but she isn't doing metal or scene justice. and as someone who is like annoyingly passionate about this kind of stuff isn't just super frustrating 💀💀 idc if u like her music, im sure she's a lovely person, i just don't think she actually knows what music she's trying to make nor does she understand scene culture 👍👍

i don't know xD

there are none that really come to mind idk these questions are confusing

BTS i guess just for the fact that kpop has a really bad wrap n everyone is super judgemental when i say i like kpop. it's literally just music from a different country. sure the fans can be kinda weird but not all of us are bad?????

the obvious answer is ghost :3 they're my favorite band on the face of the fucking planet and i make sure everyone knows it but everyone expects them to be a lot harder cuz of their aesthetic and concept n shiet :3

ghost.......... they're like my only personality trait ok 🙄🙄

had to go deep diving for these next two........... ermmmm this love, this hate by hollywood undead

maybeeeee ijime, dame, zettai by babymetal :3

does the thirteen commandments zenith re-release art count

IT WON'T LET ME ADD ONE WITHOUT FUCKING UP MY NUMBERS

necrotwerker is a pretty good one

one hundred sleepless nights by ptv.............

literally anything brokencyde has ever made

my go to has been good-looking by suki waterhouse for a while butttttttt idk lolol

dis one is like my main playlist it has like all my fav songs on it (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0LhT2xeRs32FhDclOIG0Iw?si=SSDswamgRz2IXZS12IzQ3Q&pi=u-fJP6CGcBTvuW)

I CAN'T THINK OF ANYYYYYYYYY

i can play the trumpet but there aren't many songs to "jam" too esp cuz i can't hear dick over it LMFAO also i haven't touched a trumpet since 2019

PROBABLY

CORPSE BRIDE COUNTS BUT ALSO I FUCKING LOVE HAMILTON

epicface B)

both :3 just depends on a lot of circumstances

i don't know what this means

yeah i would say so :D

nope :P

don't have any

awwwww fuck idk OH WAIT THE DRESDEN DOLLS SELF-TITLED i like that album cover a lot (OBVIOUSLY I DON'T AGREE WITH WHAT'S-HER-NAME'S VIEWS CUZ SHE'S A TERF OR SOMETHING)

nope

ghost has done so many covers i think like 1/3 of their discography is just covers :P phantomime is a dope ass ep solely bc it's all covers. they ANNIHILATED the cover of phantom of the opera in the best way possible. by far one of my fav covers they've ever done :3

a lot (i can't attach images without it messing up my numbers)

see above 🙄🙄🙄 (it was sativa by sarah skinner btw) (i skipped cattle decapitation, suicide silence, and dethklok for this)

music ask game but it came straight out of my caffeinated brain on a wednesday morning

there’s just one rule : send some into me before you reblog!!

1. what is your favorite song. right now. tell me.

2. what is your favorite album. tell me rn.

3. who is your favorite artist or band? if you’re like me, just give your top 3 or 5.

4. what band started it all for you?

5. shuffle your playlist!!! what’s the first song that plays?

6. what bands/artists do you want to see in concert?

7. what bands/artists have you seen in concert?

8. tell me about your favorite band. go on infodump for me.

9. what’s an album that JUST came out and it’s been on repeat for like 6 days +?

10. what’s a song that literally just came out and you’ve had it on repeat forever?

11. tell me about your least favorite band or artist. go on scream about why you hate them.

12. what is one song that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

13. what is one album that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

14. what is one artist that has irreparably damaged your social skills?

15. what is one band/artist you listen to and everybody knows you listen to them but no one would expect them to have THAT genre?

16. what is one band/artist you listen to that everyone knows you for?

17. what song in your playlist sounds like this 💖❤️🥰🤩💘💕 but the lyrics are 🖤🩸⛓💣🗡🪨

18. what song in your playlist sounds like this 🖤🩸⛓💣🗡🪨 but the lyrics are 💖❤️🥰🤩💘💕

19. what is your favorite album art from one of your favorite artists?

20. SHOW ME A PICTURE OF ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS. RIGHT NOW. I NEED TO SEE THEM.

21. what’s the weirdest song title you can think of right now.

22. i just saw the prettiest motorcycle on the way to school tell me one song you’d blast on a motorcycle while driving one

23. what’s a song that makes you feel like a hot badass?

24. what’s a song you cry to?

25. show me your favorite playlist!!!!! what are some songs on it?????

26. show me two songs with the same title!!! same genre?? different genre??

27. if you can play any instrument, what’s your favorite song to jam to??

28. DO YOU LIKE SHOWTUNES???(((

29. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL)?????

30. describe your music taste in one word

31. are you a lyric analyzer or do you just listen for fun. 🫣

32. pretty vinyls or 180 gram vinyls?

33. DO YOU COLLECT CDS????

34. DO YOU COLLECT VINYLS??(((

35. show me your prettiest vinyl🥰

36. show me your favorite cd case or booklet :)

37. DO U HAVE ANY NEAT RECORD COVERS??

38. did one of your favorite bands/artists do a cover???? tell me about it!!!

39. how much do you love music? describe to me in one image.

40. shuffle your playlist and the fifth song—describe it in one image.

[borderline-gays-club]

03/07/24. 11:18pm

I had a rough week. A lot of lows and life testing me lol. Just been feeling depressed abt wasting my life at my stupid job and not being able to get anything that’s not customer service related. I haven’t even gotten responses from restaurants: the industry that I have 6 years of experience in…

And I’ve just been applying nonstop to any job that isn’t gonna make me want to die for the past like 3 months. And writing cover letters and constantly looking at jobs that I barely don’t qualify for and the job market in general just being a hellhole. And now that I’m getting a crumb of interviews, just wasting my time going to these things hoping I get hired. It’s just all depressing and it’s been finally hitting me.

And of course bc of all this my money problems are exacerbated and it’s just constant anxiety abt money. And etc etc

I finally mustered up some hope in me like 2 days ago too and just got physically exhausted from my job. Then the next morning I had my whole day planned to keep my hope alive and just got crushed again. I waited 5 hrs outside for a check I didnt even end up getting that day. And it was raining and I was wet and cold and hungry lol. Had to ask my mom for help who has already been helping me a lot with money and I’m very privileged to have her as a safety net but she’s been talking abt being tight on money now so I just hate asking for extra help. I just wail cried for like 10 minutes and asked my friends to help me with dinner prep. I’m learning to ask for help slowly when I’m not okay instead of either isolating or pretending like I’m ok and holding it in. I’m still learning the balance of how much of my feelings to show/express in front of others. Mostly bc in the past my feelings wud just b too extreme and take up too much space.

But today was better. I got my check, was able to pay the rest of my rent, was able to eat something yummy and feel full, got a few art supplies to start a small project I’ve been thinking abt the past few days. I was gonna work on stuff but I’ve been learning how to slow down. Bc pushing myself too hard all at once just ends up in huge breakdowns and burnouts. It’s not worth it at all. So I just chilled and petted my kitty and was present with her. Didn’t feel guilty abt not being “productive”. I really needed some emotional, and mental and physical rest. It’s just been a lot.

And I’m mostly writing all this down bc I need to remember these moments where I can see myself making small improvements in hard habits. Like slowing down esp when I’m feeling overwhelmed and being present in my existence. And asking for help when I’m feeling overwhelmed and not okay instead of isolating or faking I’m fine.

And then just now, something happened that I wanted to jot down. So I made dinner for everyone and it didn’t turn out right. My friend who, long story short, cannot eat food if the texture/taste is icky to them and it emotionally affects them negatively to eat food that is wrong, ate a little bit and couldn’t eat. Also them not eating sets them up for a difficult next day, and bc of other things they didn’t eat much today. So I felt really shit that I made the food inedible for them and just went silent for like 10 min. And of course they noticed and asked and I told them I just felt bad cus they cudnt eat.

And we watched Naruto and just chilled and I felt my spiral dissipate. Just expressing it out loud slowed down my spiral. Cus in the moment I was just getting intrusive thoughts like “you’re a failure, youre a terrible friend, you can’t even do simple things right, you’re so miserable, you should punish yourself by not eating, it’s all your fault that you ruined their whole day for tomorrow, they’re going to suffer bc of u etc etc”. And then I was like I can either isolate (which felt like the “better” more familiar option) and continue to spiral into self hating gunk OR stay present and just say the feeling out loud and see where it goes from there.

Although I wanted to do the first thing (isolate), I said no. Bc I knew I wud just sulk and be upset and it wud just turn into a whole existential deep hatred for myself especially with how the week went. So I sat and processed what to do. My friend asked if I was ok. I said it simply that I felt bad cus they cudnt eat. We continued watching the show and the spiral dissipated as I engaged with my friends again and got out of my head and present with the moment and the show.

And then there was a moment after the show was done and I said sorry for getting moody, and explained the whole thought process above.

And I didn’t say this out loud cus I didn’t want to take up too much time deep diving esp cus it was getting late and my friend was just low from not eating well today, but another thing to note is I know where this extreme splitting of myself is coming from.

This is also very specific to my best friend who I am talking abt. We had a rough past, bc of me and essentially my unchecked/undiagnosed BPD. There was a point where they basically said if I don’t change the relationship can’t continue. And I’m still grappling with the guilt of the pain I put them through. And I know it’ll take time. But this is why when I make a mistake or don’t do something exactly as I planned when it’s something including my friend I spiral into this guilt self hatred shit. But I will say I’ve gotten better over time.

I remember before I literally bawled bc I offered them a cinnamon roll I made and they politely said no thank you. And I just immediately spiraled like: oh god they think the food I made is disgusting so therefore I’m disgusting and horrible and vile and they’re going to leave me and they secretly hate me and etc etc. and thinking abt this now I’m like…god damn. It was really that intense for me!!! And now I wud just not react that way at all. And I later told my friend this whole thing and they were like oh I just literally brushed my teeth and just didn’t want that specific food item in that moment anyway. Lol it was just such a non situation and I blew it up in my head.

And like I definitely still do this and struggle but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. And in regards to the situation that happened tonight, instead of catastrophizing and being like oh god now tomorrow will be all bad and my friend is going to starve!! I slowed down and was like well, what are possible solutions? They can’t get food in the morning bc it’s too early, I can’t make them food early in the morning bc they expressed they need something high dopamine to b able to eat after a bad texture food (can’t b the usual breakfasts I make), they can’t eat something near their job bc there’s not much nearby and their break is short, BUT I can try to order them food near their job during their break. So we figured that out together and hopefully It will work out. And even if it doesn’t it’s not the end of the world. It will just suck, but it’s a situation that can be recovered. And ppl make mistakes, and the mistake i made is just something that can happen sometimes. And there are solutions to these problems.

I need to practice more self compassion bc self hate doesn’t even benefit the situation nor the relationship. If anything it makes everything worse.

So yeah. I wanted to write this all out so I can look back and really see the progress I’ve been making and im proud of myself for that. Bc esp when spirals and bad days and weeks and sometimes months happen, I can remind myself that I am getting better slowly instead of just thinking everything is the same. Bc it can b hard to think I’m getting better when I still go thru intense emotional waves.

I just need to continue to push forward and slow down at the same time :)

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   i n t r o d u c t i o n  …    

⸻  ELLE FANNING. THEY + THEM / have you ever heard of FIREFLIES by faith hill , well, it describes PIPER WALSH  to a tee! the twenty three year old, EQUINE THERAPIST at THE CALM COWBOY STABLES was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say THEY are more timid or more NURTURING instead? anyway, they remind me of making flower crowns out of the wild flowers in your front yard, running barefoot through the grass , meditating in the rain , and a cup of tea a day , maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

           ♡           when piper walsh came into the world, they were destined to be something special. born to two self proclaimed hippies, their childhood was extremely unconventional compared to their peers. they grew up on a huge ranch in the countryside with acres of land that their parents owned for them to make use of however way their creative mind saw fit. because their parents followed their own rules and were extremely pagan ( though they never called it that because ironically they hate any label or group that society puts together ) piper was raised genderless or as genderless as one could possibly manage in todays day and age. the concept of ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ things are ludicrous to piper and they continue to identify as non-binary. though it was completely up to them to learn and make their own decision. that was how most of piper’s parents parented them. 

          ♡           it was a mix of trial and error, seeing what worked best for piper but they were extremely involved and attentive to their child’s every need. their goal was to provide piper guidance but not to influence her or project their own experiences in life onto her. the task was hard but piper thinks they have done an amazing job and is extremely grateful for the experience they provided her growing up. 

         ♡           piper is the only child because their parents wanted to make sure they had enough time, money, and resources to provide piper with everything they needed to succeed. piper is extremely close with their mom because they spent most of their childhood being homeschooled by her. 

         ♡           piper’s mother is an extremely spiritual woman who devotes her life to nature worship. piper was taught how to meditate by the age of five as a means to regulate their emotions. there was no ‘time-out’ for piper, but rather a feelings corner where they were sent to process their emotions and behavior, reflecting and learning to self soothe and use cognitive exercises to work through any emotional stuff that was brought up. 

         ♡           piper was taught to run bare foot through the grass due to the earth’s grounding properties. they were taught to forage and grow their own food, all the great hippy dippy stuff their mom and dad had planned out the moment they knew piper was coming into the world. they vowed not to fuck up like their own parents did, and because of this, piper has lived a comfortable and peaceful life. but also, a very isolated one. 

        ♡           piper wasn’t shielded from other kids despite the unconventional upbringing. piper’s mom and dad were realists and they already knew that when piper started socializing with other kids that piper would notice how different their lifestyle was to theirs and that they would inevitably expose piper to certain things piper’s parents hadn’t gone out of their way to introduce into their daily life. their goal was to provide piper with the tools to make good decisions in life, they had to trust their parenting had been enough to guide her through the trials and tribulations of life. 

        ♡           though piper attended ballet and other extra curricular activities and homeschool groups for socializing, their passion was always horse back riding. on the ranch, separated from their living quarters were the stables, the one place you could always find piper tucked away. not only did piper spend most of her time riding, but they also had a passion for caring for the horses as well. they knew it was what they were meant to do for the rest of their life and it stuck with her all the way to adult-hood. 

        ♡           now, piper is an equine therapist which is just a fancy way of saying a horse therapist. piper helps people of all ages but mostly children and teens therapeutically through riding and grooming horses. their family has owned the calm cowboy stables since piper was eleven. it was set up as a way to eventually become their own when their father deems they can take on the full responsibility. 

[grantairezee]

Me: Hmm I Think I will Start A Business That Is Rooted In Extremely Discretionary Spending

The Universe: What If We Had A Pandemic Instead.

Me: ffFFUCK.

[banjoro]

CHILL - SHURI UDAKU

shuri udaku x poc reader

summary: shuri been working hard to defeat namor and y/n did a chill day for her.

a/n: we all know i write more over on wattpad @BANJORO. vote or like if u read please. leave feedback. be interactive.

warnings: sex, gay stuff lol, 18+ , mentions of nudity, harsh words, bdsm kinda.

song advised to play: Meet Me in Amsterdam- RINI (preferably sped up)

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Shuri was working non-stop in the lab so she can defeat Namor. I was there for her every time she needed me. I'd always bring her food, give her massages, give her love etc. Sometimes she doesn't like to take it but most times she does.

I prepared to pamper her today. It was Sunday and as i call it, a "Self Care Sunday". Planning out everything to get it done for her, I got dressed and headed out the door to the market in the village. Sun blazing in my face, I stopped by some family and great friends. After finishing up in the village, i headed up to her lab.

"Queen,-" Griot began speaking before i interrupted "Hush. Do not announce my arrival." I commanded him. Shuri programmed him to take commands from me as well Oh how sweet! I got off the elevator entering her lab and she had yet to notice me. She was staring at her brothers DNA.

After altering the little circle, she plugged it back in and it all turned green. I screamed out in excitement knowing that meant it worked. She jumped around excited till she heard my scream, getting a little startled not knowing i was there. "Baby!" i exclaimed and ran to her. She engulfed me into a huge hug and twirled me around.

We shared a long kiss. "You did so good, my love. I'm so proud of you and that big brain up in this big head." I joked. She made a tiny frown but soon replaced it with laughter. "Thank you, baby. You're always there for me. I thank you for checking on me, bringing me food, showing me affection and not giving up on me all while i'm down here. Thank you for your patience." Shuri said holding my hand and rubbing my matching tattoo with her thumb.

"Anything for you, baby. I love you." I smiled and she followed suite. We shared another kiss. "Wrap this up. Meet me upstairs. I have something for you. Give me like 𝟥𝟢 minutes though." i said with a sneaky smirk on my face. She shook her head and agreed. I gave her one last kiss on the cheek and left.

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I rushed into our apartment in the palace. I turned on the stove and got to cooking. I wanted to cater to my girlfriend. She's been working hard and haven't been her best self lately. Too many things has been going on in her life and I know she deserves a break. I had some of my music going in the back as I plate her food.

I was alerted that the door was being unlocked and came in was my beautiful girlfriend. She dressed in a a two piece gray set. Placing her keys in the basket and taking her shoes off at the door, she took a big whiff of the air. "Is that my favorite?" She exclaimed walking over and rubbing her hands together. Her tongue swiped over her lips as she towered behind me looking at the plate of food.

She placed her hands on my waist and placed a kiss on my neck and cheek. "Hi baby and yes i did make your favorite." I said as she went to the sink to wash her hands. I sat our plates on the island in front of the stools along with a drink. I washed my hands and accompanied her in eating.

Once we finished, i picked up our plates and threw them in the sink. Beginning to wash them, she placed a kiss on my cheek. "I'm going to take a bath." she said walking away. "Wait for me." I said shooting her a wink and she laughed me off.

She walked into our room and I seen her clothes flying. I finally walked in and seen her standing in front of the mirror with only underwear. I walked behind her and hugged her waist. I could read her like a book. She was thinking hard about something. "Baby stop all that worrying." i assured her.

"You'll defeat him. No doubt." i rubbed her belly then detached from her. She stripped out the rest of her clothes and i couldn't take my eyes of her. I looked like a hungry lion looking at her physique. "Can you not stare so hard? I'm not a piece of meat." She said with her back turnt. I looked around because how the hell she knew i was looking?

That's them panther senses she got from her sweet brother.

Little did she know, i had our bathtub filled with hot epsom salt water, bubbles, rose petals, candles lit and my music from earlier connected to our speakers in the bathroom. "Y/N... No you didn't." She said from the bathroom. I walked in naked as well and giggled. "Yes the hell i did. Why not? You deserve it." i said shrugging then looking into the mirror that spread from one wall to the other.

She came behind me and cupped my breast in her hands. "Look no touch eh? My goodness." i said using my fake wakandan accent since i wasn't from here. She laughed at me and let me go.

Once she sunk into the water, she looked at ease immediately.

OMNISCIENT POV (play song)

Once Shuri sunk her slim body into the water, she stared at Y/N thicker figure while Y/N stared into the mirror oblivious to her staring. Shuri fell into a trance and her eyes filled with lust but that quickly disappeared. Shuri knew Y/N was trying to do something very sweet for her but she couldn't get her mind off of defeating Namor. It was on her schedule ever since she lost her mom.

Trying her best to make the thoughts disappear, she stared back at her girlfriend and just admired her beauty. She began thinking about how good Y/N been to her and her mind overflowed with lustful thoughts. Y/N turned around to face Shuri sitting in the tub and began speaking but Shuri heard nothing but sex, sex and sex.

Y/N joined Shuri in the tub and she then snapped out her trance. "You ok, Baby?" Y/N asked as she sat on the lap of her girlfriend. Shuri bit her lip still looking at her melanin coated girlfriend. "You look so good mama. You do something to me." She said, snaking her hands around Y/N waist.

Y/N got to blushing and snuck her arms around Shuri's neck. She planted a kiss on her lovers lips and laid her head on her shoulder. They sat in the water with one's chest against on the others. Shuri caressed Y/N behind as she played with bubbles on her lap. She stared in awe at her girlfriend being so joyous.

Y/N found a safe place in Shuri. They made each other feel complete. They were like the missing puzzle pieces. They were also inseparable. Y/N found Shuri in her darkest times which is right before she lost T'Challa. Shuri values her so much since they met in such a shaky time.

They played around in the tub together. Splashing, Putting bubbles on each other head and just had a great time together. It was a memorable time for them both. The love they were in is something that takes years to look for.

𝟐𝟎 minutes passed and they got up and into the shower. Y/N stood behind Shuri in the shower as they washed off. Admiring her body from behind made her stomach tickle. Shuri turned around to face Y/N and took her bottom lip under her teeth. She snaked her arms around the smaller girl's waist. She bent down and gripped her ass also giving her a deep kiss.

Y/N hands laid on the back on Shuri's neck as their tongues fought for dominance in the kiss. Shuri pushed her lover under the water and pinned her against the wall. The water ran on the two as they engaged in a make out session. Shuri pushed her two slender fingers inside Y/N making her gasp in her lovers mouth.

Shuri detached from the kiss, pulled her fingers out and pushed them in her mouth tasting her girlfriend on her tongue. "Mhm fuck girl. Get yo ass out this shower and on that bed right now." Shuri growled and smacked Y/N ass on her way out to the walk in shower.

Y/N giggled and grabbed her towel slightly drying herself off as she ran into the shared bedroom. She sat on the bed, legs open waiting for her panther to arrive. Shuri's tall figure appeared in the doorway and had lust and hunger in her eyes. "Just sitting pretty waiting on me hm?" she titled her head looking at Y/N heat.

Shuri approached the bed and engaged in a long kiss with Y/N. She took her hand and rubbed on the others clit making her moan in Shuri mouth. Shuri stuck two fingers in her and she detached from the kiss as her head flew back. She loved Shuri's fingers slipping in and out of her as whatever pace she feels is right. Y/N was all under Shuri's control.

Shuri's eyes filled with hunger and she slipped her fingers out and threw them in Y/N mouth. Her fingers between those two pink and brown lips did something to her. She snatched her fingers back and lowered herself to Y/N womanhood. They stared at each other while Shuri ate like she never ate before. Y/N moans filled the room as her lover went to town on her.

Y/N head flew back as she felt the immense pleasure from below. "Keep fucking looking at me." Shuri demanded and Y/N whimpered. She longed for her mouth on her again. Y/N looked back down and Shuri went back in for her meal. Licking and flicking her tongue all through Y/N folds made her go crazy. Her moans got louder and louder as she attacked one sweet spot.

Shuri removed her mouth and climbed on top of Y/N. Pushing her on her back and positioning herself on top of Y/N, she began rocking her hips. They both moaned out being filled with extreme pleasure. Shuri held onto Y/N leg while she rocked her womanhood against her lovers. Shuri wrapped her hand around Y/N neck and sped up her rocking.

Their juices audible sounding like mac & cheese. Y/N flipped shuri on her back and took the control ... oh well so she thought. She sat on top rocking her hips as Shuri demanded her to rock faster. Y/N whimpered as Shuri tightened her grip on her neck.

"I'm going to cum, baby." Y/N managed to get out. "Cum all on me." Shuri said. Shuri held in her moans to maintain dominance but she just couldn't. They screamed out for each other as their climax's approached. Y/N came first as her legs began slightly shaking.

Y/N kept rocking as it was now Shuri's turn. Y/N sensitive bud made her go into a state of euphoria. Shuri's bit her lip as she felt herself having an orgasm. Dirty words flowed out her mouth as she rode it out. Y/N fell tirelessly next to Shuri. They both started laughing.

"I love you, Shuri."

"I love you more, love."

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holy fuck because i never wrote gay sex before