#well i DO have snake bites irl

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cut my hair (aka chopped a shit load of layers into it LMAO) so here is doodle of my sona with my new hair because why not

just felt like posting something tbh hehe

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OMG OMG I'd bark for more fr and specially if it's kunigami? Woof woof this site needs more kunigami fics

Most welcome 😭❤️

"A shadow needs a light and you are his." I've thought about this more than once damn it.

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content warning (s): blue lock spoilers, manga spoilers, mature language, mention/use of alcohol, hard dom!kunigami, public sex (party bedroom), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, hate sex?, fear play, slight degradation, masochism, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, manhandling, biting, mention of blood, overstimulation, use of pet name, bit of breeding and corruption.

summary: The breakup is eating you alive, Kunigami Rensuke plagues your body and mind even when he shouldn’t, the sweet and dirty memoires you have are all you have left. You miss him, but you don't want it to take control over you anymore. Maybe hooking up with a guy will get Kunigami out of your system. You really hoped it would because you don't know what you’ll do if it didn’t.

pairing: Wildcard!Kunigami Rensuke x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: this is my first bluelock fic and i love kunigami so i hope to be adding some dirty yummy smut to this statue of a man. I've been reading to much dark romance books and seeing a dark kunigami triggered something deep within me *evil giggle*  also i want to tank my love kaitlyn for beta reading/editing <3

song (s) mentioned: ‘blue’ - kali uchis || ‘house of balloons’ - the weeknd

banner credit: made it myself ;)

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Three months

It's been three months since you’ve heard from him, since he showed up at your front door telling you that it was over, like it was nothing; absolutely nothing. He changed. His hair, build, attitude�� but it was his eyes that startled you. They would shine when they looked into yours, but the ones you stared into were dull and devoid of light. The words that came out his mouth still haunt you when you have moments alone; Plaguing your mind and soul.

You still kept in contact with your friends that were Kunigamis. They treated you with nothing but kindness and support. When Reo finally explained what had happened in his last moments with Kunigami, a dark tension dawned on you. The way your blood went cold and your hands clammy; What had he felt in that moment? You were worried about him after Isagi and Chigiri told you their concerns on what might’ve happened to Kunigami in “Wildcard”. But that didn’t excuse his behavior towards you.

Soccer was something Kunigami had always loved more than anything, until you. You understood his priorities and never overstepped yourself; Encouraging him when he felt defeated. When Bluelock entered the picture, you pushed him into it. Although he would be away from you and everyone he held most dear, this was his chance to prove to himself he could be the soccer hero he’s always wanted to be. 

When he appeared on your doorstep three months ago, practically spitting in your face with the disgusting words, throwing you away, and the entire relationship, it was an utter shock. It was hard to move on, and you were trying your very best to keep everything together; However, today was the day you decided you really needed him out of your fucking system.

Dee’s voice brought you out of your head, “Are you fucking serious?” she exclaimed. The words that fell from your lips were a surprise to yourself but you needed this; You wanted this.

“Yes…” You paused and tilted your head. “I think so.” you replied. 

Dee’s eyes stared into yours, still processing, making a giggle escape your lips. Standing at the hood of Dee’s car, you turned and walked towards her driveway, hearing her shuffle behind you.

You threw your hand up, your back still faced towards her, “Don’t make me fucking regret it, Dee.” you teased. 

Dee scoffed, “Oh babe, you’ll thank me for it.”

Hearing Dee take out her phone to call up your friends to pregame for the party tonight, the sound bled into the background, covered by your racing thoughts. Kunigami has consumed you, in body and soul. When you touched yourself, it was his hands that trailed your body. It was his lips on your neck. His scent of cedarwood on your skin and clothes.

God fucking damn it.

All you wanted was the heartache and memories to go away. Maybe hooking up with a guy will get Kunigami out of your head. You really hoped it would because you don’t know what you’ll do if it didn’t.

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“Are you sure you're fine?” Chigiri asked for the ninth time tonight.

Bringing down the shot glass from your lips and letting it hit with a thump on the table, “Yes for the… how many times now?” You say with slight annoyance, using your fingers to mock count to Chigiri.

A laugh falls from his lips, “Okay, okay.” he says, bringing his hands up in defiance. Yours eyes meet his, everything that wasn't said could be said with just the look in his eyes. He hates that he knows the pain you still feel inside. Clearing your throat, turning to look to your left, you see the guy who's been staring at you all night, your eyes meeting across the bar. A buzz lingers on your skin, he was already undressing you with his gaze alone.

Chigiri’s eyes follow your gaze, seeing everything unfolding before him. You feel a nudge on your arm, but you still maintain eye contact. “You still have that condom I gave you?” he teases, making you turn and nudge him with your hip. As you both laugh at each other, Chigiri leans down and kisses the top of your head, “Have fun, okay?” he breathes into your hair. Nodding in response, he turns and leaves, assumingely to find the rest of his friends.

As you reach to grab the Bacardi to pour into your shot glass, you feel eyes on you. His eyes. No, it’s not his eyes you assured yourself. Gripping the shot glass, you bring it to your lips, swinging your head back. The burn you feel in the beginning of the night is practically gone.

A broad body stands beside you, “God, look at you.” the guy whispers into your ear. “Eye candy alright...”

The black mini dress always hugged the right places around your body. A devious smile spreads across your face, “Want a taste?” you toy. 

You feel his arm wrap around your waist as he presses himself into your back. You feel him already stiff in his pants. Holding the groan that almost slips out, you turn to face him. His lips and breath lingers on top of your lips, just a hair away. Getting on your toes, you lick his cupid's bow. 

You had no idea where this confidence came from, but alcohol is to thank for this boost. His hand grabs yours, trailing you behind him into the back of the house away from the crowd. Walking behind him, your head starts to spin in doubt, but fades as you enter a dark room.

The guy, you still don’t know his name, nor do you care to learn it, flips the light switch. “No,” you say as you reach quickly to turn them off again. Darkness filling the room again.

“You afraid of the dark?” you ask in a low voice. There was silence, but the muffled sound of Kali Uchis’s ‘Blue’ through the walls.

“Fuck no,” he growls in the darkness. His lips crash into yours. The kiss was desperate and fast, his fingers sinking into the back of your neck with his thumb on your check, deepening the kiss. Trailing your hand up his shirt, you grip it as you pull him with you to walk more into the darkness. Your back hits the wall with a thud, but that doesn’t stop anything. He licks the top of your lip signaling to let him in. You open up for him obediently, his tongue exploring yours.

A whimper escapes you, his mouth swallowing the sound. He nudges his knee in between your legs, making you arch into him. Tilting your head back to breathe, his lips descend to the crook of your neck. You grind yourself into his leg to add friction to the throbbing pain between your legs. His fingers tug on the strap of your dress bringing it down, leaving a wet kiss in its place.

Closing your eyes, you let your overwhelming need engulf you, but a soft light flashed underneath your lids causing you to open them. The light disappears fast as it comes, you stare into the darkness. His hand lays on top of your hip, digging into them. Grabbing his neck, you bring him back to your lips, kissing him rougher this time; showing him you want him now. The sound of groans and heavy breathing fills the room.

With your eyes closed you feel yourself turn, the side of your face on the wall. His hand clutches the back of your head, pulling the hair causing your head to fall back towards him. He grinds himself into your ass, feeling his hard cock on you. Pushing your ass back into him, his groans tickle the back of your ear. A sharp throb hits your clit, as you feel his other hand pull your black dress up.

The cool air hits your hot skin. He brings your hands to lay on the wall, as you dig your nails into the surface as he continues to dry hump you through his pants. With the added friction to your clit, you could feel your orgasm creeping, but then it was gone.

The guy pulls away, leaving you standing alone in the darkness. All you could hear was shuffling and heavy breathing. Since you were facing the wall, you couldn't see anything. A faint light fills the room and disappears with the loud shut of the door. The sound makes you flinch and turn, but you are only met with blackness staring back at you.

“H- hello?” you stammer.

Silence. Your breathing quickens, making your body tense with uneasiness.

“Pussy…” you scoff, “Won’t finish what you started?” 

You fix the strap on your shoulder and tug your dress back down, and wait. Hoping to hear a snarky remark. Anything. 

Once again, silence. You only hear the song ‘House of Balloons’ through the walls. You push yourself off the wall to walk towards the door, a hand hits the center of your chest shoving you back. Fear claws your skin, making your blood run cold. 

Your chest rises and falls with each breath you take. Is this guy fucking around with you now? But you weren't going to back down; two can play at that game.

“What do you want from me?” you question the person, trying to hide the shake in your voice. He didn't move, nor did he say anything. You've grown tired of always wondering what every outcome will be, this was the moment where you’d just see where this goes, even if it’s scary.

“What do you want?” You yell. A lump forms in your throat making it hard to swallow. Nothing. You didn't want to ask the question that came into your head, but you needed to.

“Are.. are you going to hurt me?” You ask.

“I dont know.”

What the fuck? He doesn't know?

Swallowing hard, “Do you want to?” you question.

“A little.”

His voice was low and breathy, masking it under the quietness in the room.

“Why?” you ask, heart thumping in your ears.

“Because I'm messed up,” he answers. You hold your breath, staying as silent as you can, hoping he wouldn’t continue.

“I can't feel anything but fear anymore,” he whispers, “It consumes me.” Your hands began to shake beside you.

You hear him take a step. “I don't know what I'll do.” he said.

You couldn't see where he was in the darkness but you could feel his heavy stare on you. A snarl rips through the air, his lip smashing into yours. The kiss was hungry, like he was starving. He manhandles you, his rough, large hand gripping your hip while the other latches into your hair. He yanks it, making you yelp into his mouth, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in. He tastes different than before.

No. 

Maybe the fear in you was making you hyper aware.

You move your hands into his hair, feeling an undercut. 

Was that there before? 

You squeeze his locks in between your fingers. He groans, his hold in your hair tightening even more, the sting on your scalp becoming stronger. However, the assault on your mouth soothes it. You catch a small hint of a scent. 

Wha- no I’m just imagining it, you think.

You didn't want to feel or think anything. Maybe he will hurt you, but you didn't care. Hell, just him scaring you is making you soak through your panties. 

God, you were sick in the head. Feeling his hand slip under your dress and lightly press a finger against your center.

“Already soaked.” he taunts. “…didn't take much.” you growl at his comment.

A chuckle bubbles up from him, “I wanted to see something,” he says. “And I was right.”

You freeze, knowing exactly what he meant. You push him off of you, making him stumble back. You swing your hand in front of you to hit him, but he grabbed your wrist before you could. His heavy breathing matches yours, and he places your hand on his chest.

A cold metal chain hit on your fingers. Trying to get your breathing under control, you hold the chain trailing your fingers down, following its coolness before something stops you when it hits the end. A pendant. Tracing your forefinger over the pendant, feeling it, but you freeze in place.

A snake pendant. You know that fucking pendent. You bought it yourself.

You throw your palms into his chest, shoving him as hard as you can, but he doesn't even budge. He grabs the sides of your arms, securing them beside you. “Let me go, '' you demand.

“Why?” he says roughly. It's the voice you almost thought you’d never hear again.

“Fuck you,” you bark. “Let me go.”

“Fuck you?” he growls. “I'll do more than that.”

You were fuming, anger boils at the bottom of your stomach. Who the fuck does he think he is? He was the one that left everything behind.

“You won’t do anything,” you hiss, pushing your body against his to try to loosen his grip around you. But it did only the opposite. He brings your body into his, holding you in a tight embrace, locking your arms under his strong ones.

You can feel him, smell him. The scent of cedarwood fills your nose. He’s here. This smell should've disgusted you, but it only made your heart melt. You hold in your breath trying to not devour his smell.

“Let me go or I’ll fucking bite you.” you snap.

“I was counting on it,” He whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, feeling the soft cotton and flesh underneath. A light chuckle comes from him, making you bite harder. Shut the fuck up, motherfucker. Increasing the pressure each second, but he doesn’t move. This has to be hurting him. You can hear his breaths becoming raspy and deep.

“Har- harder,” he stutters. His hold on you gets tighter. You freeze. You wanted to hurt him, but biting any harder would break his skin. Kunigami Rensuke, please don-

“Harder!” he barks, making you flinch at the sudden outburst, but you do as he says. 

You sink your teeth harder into him, feeling his soft flesh break under the pressure, tasting a hint of copper on your tongue.

Kunigami hisses as he takes a short breath. You feel tears at the brim of your eyes. I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor- You slowly loosen your jaw around him, setting your forehead against the front of his shoulder.

There’s only the sound of your breaths in the room, the hum of the party, the world on the outside.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sense of guilt. The world stops, just for a second.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused.” he whispers as you hear his heart racing, “The trouble.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“But most of all… I’m sorry for breaking your heart.”

Everything comes crashing down, breaking into a million pieces. Yes, he did hurt you, but you know you would be there for him in a heartbeat. Your heart will always beat for Kungami Rensuke. We want what we want. You know it's bad to want him after everything he’s done, but you want to let him know that you’re there for him at this moment; right now you want him.

His hold on you had long loosened, softening into a warm embrace. You bring your hand down to his, grabbing and placing it around your neck, your hand layered on his.

“Ren,” you say softly, “I want you.”

You feel him tense and take in a sharp breath. You tighten your hand around his, making the hold firm.

“I want… you.” you say, making sure he understands what you are trying to really say. Never knowing what really made him change, you know it is still Kunigami. This Kunigami is scared and broken, but fixing him isn’t on your mind; you want to help him.

His mouth slams onto yours again, but this time you are the one hungry, starving. Your teeth clang against each other, taking whatever you both can take. Kunigami sucks on your bottom lip giving it a small bite, making your clit throb under you. A whimper comes from you remembering how good it feels to have him all over. His hold on your neck tightens as he pushes you back to the wall, his hand on your neck holding you in place.

Standing in front of each other, you wait for his next move. The cool air covers your breasts as you hear a loud rip of fabric, your dress. He ripped the front of your dress with one hand. You didn't even bother wearing a bra with your outfit tonight. Your nipples harden under the cool of the air, being in the dark make your senses even more heightened. Kunigami’s mouth lowers to your chest, sucking and biting your left breast. Arching into him, you try to grind on something, anything to relieve the throbbing pain between your legs.

Kunigami’s mouth switches to the other breast, sucking, but gives a small bite right next to your nipple. You quiver under him, as he continues teasing your nipple between his teeth and tongue. You can’t take it anymore, you want him inside you.

“Ren.. please.” you beg. The nickname you know he loves so much. You slide your palms under his shirt, feeling his toned abs and pecs.

His mouth on you doesn’t stop but moves up your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses in its trail. Kunigami’s grip on your neck moves to your chin. The weight of his eyes on you feel so heavy, you don’t know if you are looking into them, but you can fucking feel them.

“Please what?” he says amusingly. 

Trying to swallow the dryness in your mouth, “Please fuck me.” You whimper, “I need you inside me.”

“I love hearing when you beg for it,” he says with a smile on his face.

He moves away from you, tearing your dress even more, feeling the ripped fabric rip down the middle. It was in shreds while it hung beside your body. All you have is your black lace thong. Shame is what you should be feeling, but there was none.

Kunigami returns to you, and roughly pushes you in the chest as he settles himself between your legs. He still hadn’t taken his hard cock out but you can feel the giant bulge against your slick pussy. He brings his hand to your pussy, just holding you there. You hold your breath.

“This belongs to me,” Kunigami says, “You are mine.” You whimper at his comment.

He presses his finger into you through your thong, getting a gasp from you. A low grunt comes from him, “Who do you belong to?” Kunigami presses, “Say it.”

You freeze, but he pushes another finger into you. Your legs shake so hard, leaving to collapse on him any second. “Say it.” He says again.

“I-I’m” you hesitate. A third finger pushes into you, stretching you wide even through your thong. “To you…” you declare, “I belong to you.”

“That's my baby doll.”

He takes his fingers out of you and grabs the hem of the tong and rips it off. Shivers spread all across your skin at the rough handling. You hear the jingle of his belt, your pussy clenches at the sound. Something soft hits the ground before he has his hands on you again. Kunigami presses you on the wall, placing his hand under your knee, opening you up for him.

Kunigami rams his cock into you without any resistance, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. You’ve never felt so full, and he is so deep inside you. Not a second to waste, Kunigami pounds into you, the slap of his balls hitting your pelvic. Each hard stroke, you can feel every ridge of his cock, the vein on it sliding against your clit.

You clench around him, he groans loud. “You like it when I treat you like a sleeve?” He says, not sounding at all out of breath.

He gets his response by you clenching on him again. He continues his pounding, setting a fast rhythm. The room fills with skin smacking and the obscene sound your pussy makes as you suck him in.

You need to hold onto something, so you hold onto his shoulders, feeling his soft hot skin on your hands. Keeping the pace, Kunigami places his other hand under your other knee, hoisting you up on the wall; Only leaving you to hold onto him. Leaving you at his mercy. Heat fills your center, your orgasm coming close.

You wrap your arms around his neck and crash your mouth on his, kissing him passionately and eagerly. You suck on his tongue, savoring his taste.

“Rensuke,” You moan, “I-I’m.” You lay your forehead on his shoulder, but hear him hiss. The bite. You lift your head and place your mouth over the bite, licking it, the copper taste on your tongue. Kunigami grunts as you continue to lick the wound you made.

His thrusts begin to falter just a bit, signaling he’s almost there too. You place your entire mouth on the bite, and suck on it.

“Oh,” Kunigami says, “You’re fucking dirty.” Your moan is muffled as you suck harder on his shoulder.

“I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum.” he growls, “I’m claiming what's mine.”

You groan on him and your pussy clenches at the comment. Kunigami flattens his palm against your pelvis and applies firm pressure. Your spine nearly breaks at the sensation, feeling him so much more intensely.

“Come on, baby doll.” Kunigami grunts, “Come on me.”

With those words, a flash of white hits behind your eyes. A shock runs through you, making you groan so loud and clear for him. Your body convulses against him but Kunigami still keeps ramming his cock into you. You just hold on for the ride as you come down. His name is pouring from your lips. The overstimulation brings tears to your eyes. You shut your eyes tight and squeeze yourself around his cock.

Kungami’s thrusts shudder, “Fu-FUCK,” he grunts loud into your ear as he loads you with white hot liquid. He fills you, doing exactly what he told you. His cock and cum all in you, claiming you as his. He gives you a couple more slow and hard pumps before he holds himself inside you. His cock still pulsing inside as you both try to catch your breaths.

Kunigami slowly takes himself out with a loud pop at the end of his cock, leaving you to mewl at the sudden emptiness. You feel so empty and weak but so euphoric. He gently places you back on your feet; However, still holding you up.

He presses his forehead against yours. Time stands motionless. Not a word was uttered, but there was a lot being said. Kunigami softly drops his hands, leaving you alone in the darkness. You feel him leave you and hear his feet as he walks. Away from you. Once again, you are alone in the dark without him.

A light switch being flicked on sounds in the room. A sudden burst of light makes you flinch, making you squint your eyes and place a hand over your face. A light chuckle fills the room as you pull down your hand.

You know you looked like an absolute mess, completely fucked out and naked; besides the, now ripped and shredded, black dress around you.

“Seriously?” You say, flicking your hand at him, middle finger in the air. A loud laugh bursts from his mouth, the sound brings butterflies to your stomach. You can’t help but laugh as well. You both laugh lost in the moment, but as it dies, reality settles in.

“This doesn't fix anything.” you say softly, looking into his auburn eyes.

Kunigami stares back into you, “It’s a start.” he says.

Breaking the stare, he walks over to his shirt and hoodie on the floor. Kunigami slips into his shirt, but you can’t help but stare at his body. He already settled himself under his boxers but his v-line peeks beneath the undone jeans. The feel of his seed seeps down your inner thighs.

Something hit your face making you gasp. His black hoodie falls into your arms. A tiny smile breaks on your face but you quickly drop it. You slip on the hoodie and Kunigami’s scent swallows you whole.

No one really knows what happened to Kunigami in “Wildcard", but he’s still him. Although he’s changed, you don’t want to change nor fix him. You want to understand where he is. He is sure guilty for all the sins he’s done. Maybe he has always had this dark side to him and it's just coming up to the surface. Kunigami is afraid, but he doesn’t need to be.

A shadow needs a light and you are his.

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— ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ | ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | midsize/plus size! reader, reader is insecure about her body, reader has brown strech marks around her hips and breasts, cunnilingus and Spencer being sweet as fuck, oh and uhh mirror sex, fem! reader | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you feel insecure about your body and Spencer isn't having it

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1395 words

✧— ᴀ/ɴ: sooo my first plus size/mid size fic! i hope i did writing my own body type justice, i have been getting a lot of comments about my weight irl lately so this is me basically projecting <33

「ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ」

“You’re the prettiest girl I already know,” Spencer whispered gently to you, making you see yourself in the full-body mirror in the bedroom.

You bite your lower lip, feeling inferior despite his sweet words. Recently, everyone around you has been bringing up your weight. Typically you didn't care, you knew you were pretty, but society didn't allow you to feel that way. A recent snide comment made by your family during family dinner had you crying tonight.

Of course, when Spencer comes for work, he sees you. Runny nose and red eyes. You're hiccuping as you explain yourself and you apologize for crying for something so silly. Spencer berates you for apologizing, telling you it's fine to feel insecure sometimes.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said as he cleaned you up and slowly made you stand in front of the mirror. He was right behind you, his head on your shoulder. “You know I love you for your mind, but I also love your body the same way.”

“It's my fault for not letting you know that often.”

You open your mouth to protest but a look from Spencer shuts you up. His hand caresses the curves of your body, stopping to grip the plush of your hips. “I love this,” he whispered, his fingers digging into the fat of your flesh. “I love how pretty your hips look bruised from my hold.”

One of his hands snakes up on your body, his fingers wrapping themselves around your neck. His fingertips rest on your pulse. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. “I love giving you marks here,” he said, his fingers tightening around your neck, making you hitch your breath.

His hand now set your throat free to unbutton the shirt you were wearing. The fabric falls to the ground. It reveals your body to him. The tummy you recently started to hide with overly sized clothes, the stretch marks around your hips and breasts. You weren't wearing a bra.

You close your eyes, unable to look at yourself.

“My favorite are your eyes, I love the way they look at me. I love the way they light up when you see me. Even as you were crying, as soon as you saw me your eyes had brightened. Technically, it is probably a reference to contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscle, which constricts the eyes, raises the cheeks, and produces ‘crow's feet’ wrinkles at the outer eye corners.”

You giggled as you heard him, your eyes opening and you turned your head to look at him. “Spencer,” you breathe out, “You don't have to do this-”

“I love your lips as well. I love how soft they are. It's chapped sometimes, but it's fine. I love kissing you either way. I love the way you say my name. It sounds softer and gentle, it's perfect. It's impossible for something to be perfect.”

“You're perfect,” he said firmly as his hands now began to caress the stretch marks on your hips. He traces the dark brown cracks on your skin. “I love tracing them with my fingers… or my tongue. It's calming to me,” he admits.

“They're mesmerizing.”

Your eyes water as you hear him talk about you with such wonder. What seals the deal is when he softly presses his hand onto your tummy. “It's only recently that society considered skinny to be attractive. In several cultures, overweight bodies are considered to be the beauty standard. Overweight bodies are associated with fertility, kindness, happiness, vitality, and social harmony.”

“So in reality, you're beautiful, honey. If not in your eyes, then you're in mine.”

You turn to him, throwing your hands around him. Tears fell from your eyes as you pressed yourself against him. He was semi-hard. You pepper his face with kisses before you catch his lips. “I love you,” you gasp, as you messily kiss him.

He kissed you back, both of your tongues caressing each other. Spencer moans into your mouth as he gently leads you to the edge of the bed. You sit down, and Spencer presses you onto the mattress.

“Now, let me prove it to you,” Spencer said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He starts by taking your hand, Spencer kisses all five fingers of yours. Then he pressed his lip to the veins of your wrist, his tongue came out to lick your pulse. You moan, your eyes getting blurry with pleasure as he sucks a mark onto your skin.

He continues to give you kisses until he reaches your shoulder blade. Spencer lets his teeth dig into your flesh, making you gasp. Your hand weaving into his hair. You pull at his strands, making him release a whine.

After he finishes his painting of love bites on your neck, he drags his lips down to your chest. His mouth finds your nipple, he makes sure to lick the bud, giving it the attention it deserves.

Meanwhile, you run your hand through his hair, encouraging him on. You keep releasing sounds of pleasure as Reid sucks a tad harder. It makes you gasp, your back arching. Spencer does the same treatment to your other bud. He then let his tongue trace the stretch marks around your chest.

He then goes further down your body. He reached down your tummy, making sure to kiss the path. Spencer slowly pulls your panties down, his knees on the floor. He licked his lips, swallowing down the headiness as he looked at your pretty cunt.

“Sit up,” he whispered, “Look at the mirror as I worship you, sweetheart.”

You do as he says. You sit up, seeing yourself bare with his head buried between your thighs. “Fuck,” you whispered as you see yourself in a new light. You were sexy, you were pretty. And Spencer always goes above and beyond for you. Your fingers find themselves weaving into his brown locks. You slowly pushed his head deeper within you, watching him getting buried beyond your legs. His lips touch your cunt. He lets out a whine, as you moan.

His tongue begins to lick your pussy with several broad strokes, coating his taste buds with your juices. Spencer groans as he continues to use his tongue to please you. But, it was more for him than you truly. He devoured you as his tongue got faster with focused, quick flicks across your clit.

Spencer wraps his lips around the pearl. You moan in ecstasy. You begin to grind your hips, his hands digging into your thick thighs. You fuck his face with your pussy, making his face a mess with your juices. He fucks you with his tongue, the invasion of his wet muscle inside of your hole makes your eyes roll back.

He continues to push his tongue further down your walls. He uses his thumb to draw fast circles on your clit. You cry out his name. You feel the heat build up in your lower stomach. Your pussy begins to spasm around his tongue.

You were so close.

Spencer pulls back to take a deep breath before he dives in again to have his meal. He goes even faster, his pace never faltering. He's desperate to make you cum on his face. The way you're pulling at his hair spurs him on.

“Baby,” he whines, the vibration of his sound sending jolts of pleasure down your body. He lets his fingers join in, his tongue focusing on your clit again as his digits begin to push into your walls. He finds your g-spot, and he never pulls out his fingers completely as he thrusts them back in to keep pressing at the sensitive spongy spot.

“I'm so close!” You cry out.

Spencer nips at your clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure is enough to push you over the edge. You begin to paint Spencer’s face with your juices, the lower half of his face covered in your arousal. Your pussy cums around his fingers and he keeps thrusting them throughout your orgasm.

He finally stops the delicious torture when you pull at his hair to get him away from your oversensitive pussy. Spencer wipes his face, before licking his lips to get remnants of your taste.

“Delicious and so pretty,” he whispered to you, looking straight into your eyes.

He looks hungry for more.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

ok for real though i go so insane for the fact that Lucanis owns a pet snake. i'm a real life snake owner and soooo few characters in media have snakes... like i went through some Elaborate headcanons to justify giving Dorian a pet snake in DAI... and veilguard then just dumped a man who canonically has one straight into my lap!!!!! i was doomed from the start

kicking my feet twirling my hair imagining what types of snakes the various crows all own... it really is the standard assassin pet apparently. Viago obviously has venomous snakes that he keeps for their venom (for poisons, making antivenin, and to build his own tolerance). i don't think he'd consider them Precious Pets but i think he would enjoy that this is an animal where interactions are very clearly transactional and build to trust. like a snake will never Love you the way a pet mammal will (their brains simply do not produce/uptake oxytocin) but you can still form bonds with them and i think he would appreciate that this process happens in a very logical way you can predict. And he keeps them in absolutely PRISTINE care (his quote in Eight Little Talons about the one he picks up there is "He deserves my respect. And a good home—with all the mice he can eat”).

Lucanis on the other hand, I think would understand the snake does not love him but still be more attached to his emotionally anyway. maybe because he's used to loving people who don't actually care about his well-being 😭 But I think he'd appreciate a pet he can actually freehandle more. House Dellamorte is not known for poisons the way the de Rivas are, and they might still have an adder on hand for venom reasons but it's more likely they just borrow some of Viago's if needed... poison's just not their niche. If Lucanis was the one picking out a pet I think he would go for a non venomous or rear-fanged variety (aka, some venom but unlikely to bite a human) so he can actually hold it without being on high alert (i mean, in our world, you should never freehandle hots, but people do anyway & would in fiction too. but its a very fuck around/find out scenario). I feel like he and Illario would probably have the same type of snake since they grew up as brothers--Illario also clearly had an emotional attachment to his own pet snake since he got mad at Lucanis irl for a dream he had where Lucanis threw the snake out the window [EDIT: I misremembered this part, it was Viago's dream. Though I think I do remember an in-game reference to Illario also having a snake..?]. So i think both of them having a pet they play with/dote on a little more than is actually needed for a reptile fits really well here.

now as for specific pet snake species headcanons. We have VERY little detail in the snake lore in Dragon Age, despite Tevinter using it as a symbol of the country alongside dragons. i PRESUME there's many kinds of species around but who knows what... the only one we ever get mentioned by name* is in Eight Little Talons, where the writer refers to the snake Viago picks up there as an "adder" or a "death adder" but never anything more specific. Unclear if this is just writers thinking an adder is a specific species and not a class of snake or if there's only one type of adder in Antiva. I mean there's like 200 species of snake in North America and 100 or so in Europe and SOOOO MANY MORE in the tropics/asia (to be fair, there's only like 3 species in England and none in Ireland, but that's sad and those countries are tiny islands and exterminated wildlife/wildlands on purpose so we're not applying that to Thedas). Antiva has coastline and is warmer and I'd roughly classify it as similar to the Mediterranean in terms of climate, with colder winters farther inland and more humidity/closer to subtropical up north. Without the benefits of modern electricity they'd probably be keeping animals that can do well at ambient temperatures for the region. Treviso is on the coast of a bay (not full oceanic) and not too far south of Rivain, so I think we can guess at fairly mild winters & hot summers, probably tending towards drier but with monsoon-influenced humidity.

(*technically an earlier character in Tevinter Nights refers to a "venomous drake-adder" but he was lying about it being there, and we have no way to tell if he picked a real snake to pretend was around OR just made up a scary sounding snake name. alas.)

Now... given the Crow's general penchant for aesthetics I think both Dellamorte boys would be drawn to a dramatic looking variety, like a mexican black kingsnake or white-lipped python. sadly both of these absolutely stunning species are both a bit outside the climate preferences I specified (mbk live closer to true desert, wlp true tropical). I also am charmed by the idea that they caught the snakes themselves in the wild vs purchasing them, becuase that's such a childhood animal-lover thing to do (my grandma used to tell horrified stories of my dad/uncles bringing home "wagons full of snakes" they found playing outside). SO i think my top choices are either the European Thedosian cat snake (Telescopus fallax), which is a rear-fanged beauty with a grey and white checkerboard pattern. OR a Mediterranean Antivan Grass Snake (Natrix natrix, astreptophora, or helvetica), which has the added bonus of badass keeled scales . While the grass snakes come in many beautiful color morphs due to the aforementioned crow drama I am inclined to give them the melanistic color variant, for the beautiful dark black appearance. Although I am also happy with the greener varieties :) All of the above average a little over 3ft in length as adults, so reasonable pet sized. Some of the Natrix genus are more aquatic than others so would be fed on frogs rather than (or in addition to) mice, and I do enjoy the mental image of Lucanis & Illario going out once a week to hunt for dinner for their pampered pets, falling into ponds on whatever estates they're currently being trained at :) as a lighthearted contrast to, you know. every other aspect of being raised as a Crow.

Left to right: Telescopus fallax, melanistic Natrix natrix, and Natrix astreptophora)

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Quick tag rundown as we close this off ^^

#Hound Barks -> yapping and just random posts by me that aren't reblogs or art

#Hounds art -> kinda self explanatory but yeah its art

#Hounds reblog -> also pretty self explanatory its just reblogs

#Hounds Tail Wag Moments -> inbox/interaction through inbox

#Hound 'n the pack! -> Friend interactions!

#An Alter Barks -> the tag that will be used by our alters/headmates for whatever they post/reblog/say/etc ^^

#Wah continued reblog -> a reblog that ended up becoming continued, most likely from talking to someone through that reblog. Block this tag if you don't wanna see these lmao

(Our intro is very inspired by other blog intro layouts, if it looks similar to a blog you may be familiar with thats why. Bc it most likely could be our intro inspo!)

[neminomnom]

Jobs arcane characters would have irl

Includes- Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn,Grayson, au powder and Sevika

I fumbled on jinx’s a bit, I might make a part 2 with other characters 😭

Violet

- Vi would be a personal trainer

- wouldn’t charge people much, and wouldn’t train people for anything specific unless they ask, loves it when people want to train for boxing but can also be really intense about it sometimes, offers to coach people for boxing as well.

-Probably brings snacks, has a set playlist for different people who she works with, all of them having really upbeat songs in them for motivation. Another thing Vi would do is give them dieting or bulking tips depending on what the client wants.

- Doesn’t care if they need breaks and would be willing to take them, says things like ‘atta girl/boy’ if you’re doing really good at something.

Jinx

- either works as a Radiology tech or is an engineer, but I’m going for the first one.

-She hates wearing the uniform, her lab coat has a bunch of crayon drawings on what she always gets told off for. She has decent bedside manners but prefers not to be bothered 24/7 and is really interested in the machinery.

-Her work station so chaotically organised, it looks really messy but she knows exactly where everything is, she talks to the machines like they are real people.

Caitlyn

- she’d be a history teacher

- would be quite chill but still strict at the same time, makes sure the work gets done but is pretty fair, and she would also help students with revision and probably make an afterschool club with it.

-Caitlyn would bring in sweet treats like brownies or cookies on a Friday if her class has been really good, and if she notices a child is struggling with the work or is getting really overwhelmed, she would be completely okay with them taking a few minutes out to calm themselves and just take a break.

- has tampons and pads in her drawer if a student needs them, also carries fidget toys around with her then gives them out to kids if they are working nicely.

Grayson

- I feel like a bartender would suit Grayson, but that’s because of her voice

-Really strict about people’s id, under 18? Nope sorry, turn 18 in an hour? Well you can wait, no exceptions, she’d be also really good at making sure people are safe by calling taxis for people and looking out for really drunk people who could get taken advantage of people.

-If someone asks her to take care of their drink while they go to the loo or something, she would keep it behind the bar to make sure it’s safe and doesn’t get spiked.

- would wear a waistcoat, and really good at smooth talking people into getting more expensive drinks, if you tell her what you like then will make the best drink known to man for you.

Powder

- A tattoo artist/ piercer 100%

-Her studio would be so cool, posters everywhere, funky lighting and the chairs would be really comfortable, she would also have LED lights, most the time set on a pale green with the main light on, but if it’s just her and she’s drawing tattoo designs then they will be on dark blue.

-Powder could tell if someone’s struggling and needs a break, would have so many snacks and sugary drinks she offers to people, has stickers she hands out with a business card after someone gets something pierced or a tattoo done.

-Loves it when people give her a base and tell her to go wild with it and gets really creative, her favourite piercing to do are snake bites or any types of ear piercing.

Sevika

- one of those angry nursery cooks

-She probably shouldn’t have a job around kids, but is really good at cooking and everyone’s scared of her, she doesn’t understand why though since she’s never done anything that bad, apart from putting a hair in someone’s food, but that was because they complained about the food when it was perfectly fine.

-Works very quick pace, loves it when a kid is off sick since there are leftovers what she eats, finds diet preferences a bit annoying sometimes if she gets told last minute but still respects it.

-can be really nice, if she notices someone is having a shit day or is really stressed she will offer them food, only sometimes though.

[fisheito]

non horny ask: what kinda irl snake would Yakumo be? venomous or non venomous?

my instinct says venomous purely because that opens up the fun possibility of magical side effects whenever yakumo bites someone (i want his venom to have a mild numbing property so he can bite me and i can finally get a decent night's sleep)

i'm openinmg up the search gtengine for this (HEY SNAKE FREAKS IN THE AUDIENCE!! IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS THEN SHOW THE CLASS 👉👇👈👐)

(spoiler alert: i am no closer to an answer than when i started. we're just looking at snakes together)

flashback: i once pointed at western worm snake and laughed because BABY

but let's assign yaku a larger counterpart for when he's feeling big and brave i briefly considered the nonvenomous approach but i'm gonna joke that yakumo has a bigger oral fixation>>squeezing fixation on eiden so uh, this snake is all about the mouthparts i guess

i mean.. the snakes that constrict will inevitably hoRMPH(gulp) too so it would be reasonable to make yaku a nonvenomous squeezer. but. my bias says venom time, ,today

considering his ridic Great Serpent ancestry, he's probably gonna have a potent venom so let's look up Hella Dangerous Bitey Boys *typetypetypeclickclaxke*

side thought: are some species generally more aggressive than others? or does it vary moreso by individual? hmm. let's see if we can find a danger noodle that's reeaaaallllllly not into using its fangs as a first response

..... .......... i'm overwhelmed by choice again so i'm gonna start relying on aesthetics by which i mean altho i love defaulting to boas for their :3 face

i feel like yaku would be more of a streamlined snake skull like the neck isn't distinguished very well from the head... I wANT to see him as :3 snake puppy face but i also need him to have zero structure. absolute jello. no bones. skullless. just a *USES LINE TOOL*

wait. if i rely on Looks does that mean i can only choose IRL snakes that are black or subdued colours? because yaku doesn't want to be perceived, after all........

[eyes start to glaze over] -nondescript colouring -venomous (perhaps potently so) -not aggressive?? the type to strike ONCE , or wait-- is he more of a multi-striker.. fast? no... he seems like he'd be slow..if Dark Nova/Shadow Lineage is any indication..? slow OHKO heavy hitter? no, not "slow". HESITANT heavy hitter? ... -heat sensing organs? or just drawn to the heat? THE TYPE TO ONLY PREY ON OTHER VENOMOUS SNAKES--no no that's not right yaku will eat everything uhhhhhh

[SHAKES MY HEAD VIOLENTLY LIKE A WET DOG REBOOT]

call me basic but i like the look of mambas....

(sadly the black mamba doesn't have black scales but LOOK AT THAT MOUF!!!!!!!!!!)

wait how about a snake that hangs out in east asia? MOUNTAIN KEELBACK????? lil diamonds all along the back .nice

LOOK AT THE MASSIVE ORBS on *THIS* keelback.......

would he be arboreal like those funky vine snakes? mmm.., unlikely? i don't think yaku has shown much of a desire for heights... at least not yet (flashback to Puzzling Investigation Blade's impromptu takeoff)

what about a rattlesnake??? err... nah... yaku doesn't seem like much of a defensive butt wiggler....

Now i'm rethinking my entire instinct on VENOMOUS because ...Dark Nova 2 had yaku going snake-ish and eiden was ALL UP IN HIS fangs but he didn't feel any ill effects besides, you know, the physical obstacle of yaku shoving forked tongue down his throat-- EURYJK WHAT DO I DO . look at more cool snakes

OKAY BUT WHERE ARE THOSE SNAKES WITH THE PRETTY LOWER LASHES LIKE THE EYELASH VIPER, BUt LOWER lashes???

CAN I GET A LOOK AT ONE OF THOSE? do they exist? did i hallucinate the glorious snake lower lashes? do they belong to another reptile? boo.......

WWAIT NO, RIGHT, THE EYES, I SHOULD HAVE STARTED WITH THE EYES THAT'S AN EASY WAY TO NARROW DOWN A YAKUSNAKE

ok.ok. slit eyes. but a lil squiggly. thunderbolt eyes? the creative freedom of it all. let's go with slit eyes but wibbled by tears...

HOLD UP ! HIS EYES LOOK LIKE A TOKAY GECKO'S . IS YAKUMO ACTUALLY JUST A REALLY LONG GECKO?????

DESCENDANT OF THE LEGENDARY GREAT GECKO...........

[wayfayrr]

I finished my tattoo sleeve 🎉 took 3 sessions, and I almost fell asleep while my tattoo artist was doing my bicep, but I’m done ✨ But got me thinking, what’s your thoughts on Hylian vs Human customs when it comes to tattoos? And piercings too, cause thinking on that too, got a couple ear piercings, snake bites, septum, and a nose ring on both sides, love to know your thoughts on this <3

Also, while we’re on the subject, when it comes to pain, what do you think is the difference between Hylians and Humans? Like do you think humans can take more pain? Not sure if you’ve said much on this topic, but I love to hear any thoughts on these things <33

~🍀 anon

CONGRATS ON THE SLEEVE CLOVER!!!! I bet it looks fantastic and that the sessions were all worth it <3 (also your piercings sound super neat too <333)

but about the differing customs when it comes to tattoos? (are there any characters with tattoos now that I think about it?) I think hylians put a lot more meaning behind any tattoo. As in you are not allowed to be tattooed unless there is a good enough reason. Partly due to how hylia sees hyilans as pure and perfect so they shouldn't need to stain their skin like that (I should say I don't have anything against tattoos whatsoever and I'm trying to work up the courage to get one so none of that reflects my irl opinion) Whereas piercings seem to be a right of passage, with the links getting their ears peirced with their hoops when they come of age, it's not about self-expression as much as upholding traditions to hylians

humans on the otherhand? Self-expression all the way babyyyy, you already wear more colourful and patterned clothes than they do. humans make more of a celebration of the self rather than being more 'holy', it helps when you don't have a being like hylia keeping a constant watch for everyone to be held up to impossibly high standards. piercings are another part of self expression, there's no pressure to get them and there's also nothing stopping people who do want them I also think that human tattoos would be far more colourful than any hylian ones, with their's tending to be solely using black ink if there is any present. So I think any fun tattoos would surprise the chain a lot, even sky seeing as he grew up with a lot of hylian societal expectations on him, he's human yes - but he's ripped so far from his culture that I think he'd have a mourning period over what he could - should have had. Not that he doesn't like skyloft, it's just - what could have been.

as for pain tolerance! Thats another reason I came into the sky is a human headcanon, I think that hylians have a lot lower pain tolerance than humans, And if sky is human then this is actually supported by the game! almost every single link starts with three hearts - sky starts with six. it's not like any other hylians are going to be stumbling upon heart containers either I kinda like the idea that later heroes had to be given more potential heart containers to find just to be on par with sky for how much damage they CAN take let alone their pain tolerance. It's hard to make direct comparisons honestly but I think sky would be able to shake off a lot more than the others - say a broken arm perhaps. sure he'd be in pain but he can have it cast and then go around as normal till it's healed. or well, normal as you can with a broken arm yk? if say - time broke his arm it would probably mean bed rest for him until he's healed (although unlike sky he could set the bone and chug down a couple of potions to be done with it in a matter of hours)

[1800-page-not-found]

Oooo ok genshin females (mostly Lisa and beidou) with a flirty s/o who just DIES when someone flirts back like s/o is like “uh…I’m…um..well..”

you guys i havent played genshin during the whole 3.7 update lmfao 😍

its summerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I'll do Lisa, Beidou, and Yae Miko x reader

fyi i dont know how to flirt bc i personally dislike relationships irl so i searched this shit up. im aromantic but fictional characters are just so pretty

this also adds to the fact that im street stupid (but im academically smart tho trust me bro)

i lied im not going to use pickup lines i searched up online and theyre actually horrendous

"Lisaaaaa!" you smiled.

You were Lisa's library assistant, and the two of you were organizing new books while the library was closed.

"Yes cutie?" You laughed, "Me? cute? no way! If anything, I'd say youre the absolute cutest!"

It was quite hard to think straight after someone as pretty and perfect as Lisa complimented you.

"A-anyway," you stuttered, "could you help me sort out these books? I dont know where these go..."

You picked up some books from the delivered box full of books and started flipping through the pages trying to determine what genre the book was. It was hard determining if the book was fiction or non-fiction considering the bizarre events that happened in teyvat. You also didn't notice the quiet advancement of lisa's figure walking up to you.

"These go in the fiction section cutie." she whispered in your ear.

"R-right!"

You shot up and dashed to the other side of the library where all the other fiction books were. It was quite hard flirting with lisa, she'd always beat you to it, flirting with you at every waking moment and possibility. Today however, things were going to change!-

"You didn't think a carved wooden duck could actually be the former dendro archon and sang as a duck did you?" lisa teased you to the brink of embarrassment.

Thank barbatos that there was no one in the library.

"Well, I didn't finish reading it! Yeah!" you shot back, face buried in your hands as you blushed.

You were always unable to flirt with lisa without getting flustered as you could always count on her flirting back but well, more flirtatiously. Hmm...Maybe you were doing this on purpose?...

~~~~~~~~~~

As you walked around the city of liyue, you were spacing out as the day slowly became night. Your trail of thoughts stopped after you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

"[name]!" Ah, it was beidou. "Whatcha' thinkin' about?!" She laughed, bottle of alcohol in hand.

You assumed she got drunk from a dinner party or something, after all it was a bit odd seeing the captain on land.

"Ah, I was thinking about you darling~" You smiled at her, giving a smooth wink.

"Hahaha!" She laughed whole heartedly.

"Whaaat?" You playfully frowned. "Can I not think about someone as charming as you?" You gave her a grin.

"Nice to know you think I'm charming!" she laughed again, but then suddenly she snaked her arms around your waist, and slyly smiled.

"W-what are you doing?!" You blushed and used one of your hands to cover her eyes. "S-stop looking at me like that!!"

Beidou laughed as she peeled your hand off her face and held it while her other hand was busy holding you.

"You're all talk and no bite when it comes to flirting hmm?~" she started to slur her words. "Betcha' didn't think I would do this did you~"

She smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? You really thought flirting like that to me wouldn't make me fall for you? You have quite the charm, give yourself some credit!"

~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh my, [name], I didn't expect seeing you here~" yae miko hummed as she sat down next to you in Uyuu Restraunt, eyeing the many empty bottles of sake around you as you slumped down on the table.

"Hmmm?" You drowsily turned your head (which was still lying on the table if I may add) to face her. eyes widening you struggled to sit straight. "Ah! its the suuuuuper pretty fox shrine lady! When we met for the first time, I just couldn't keep my eyes off you! Your name is um...its uh..." You paused, lost in thought.

"Silly [name], we're dating already. I can't believe you forgot me..." Her ears flopped down and you panicked.

"N-no! I didn't forget-your name is...its y-yae miko right? Please don't be sad!"

"Awe, so you did remember!" She smiled at you, seeing your eyes sparkled looking at her rather cute and fluffy ears. "Do you wanna pet me? Hmm?" As she leaned in closer, you started to blush as she picked up your hands and placed it on her ears.

"Ohmygosh-their so soft!!" you said excitedly.

This however, allowed yae miko to slowly close the distance between your faces, until your noses were practically touching. Unfortunately for you however, it was too late to realize as yae miko planted a kiss on your lips.

Like some cliché excited cartoon highschooler that got asked out on a date with their crush, you fell onto the ground and rolled around like a ball, kicking your feet. "Ah!~The super pretty shrine lady kissed me! Ahehehehe!!" you blushed

Yae miko could only smile at your antics while drunk. "How cute..." She muttered under her breath.

Later on, she bridal style carried you home.

~~~~~~~~~~notes

some of you guys got hella concerning usernames (you know who you are)

are you guys even real or

[neoninspace]

Tulpar Food Safety Officer "Neon"

Apparently it's "rude" not to introduce myself.

I go by Neon, he/him. S'cause of my brightly colored hair.

I'm the food safety officer, which is really just a glorified chef. Pony Express hired me to cover their asses, make sure they're not liable for anything nutrition wise. Unofficially, I'm also quality control and a general supporting member for the rest of the crew. I took the job so I can help Ma save up to get a house, and if I'm out in space she doesn't have to worry about bills being so high.

I end up in medical a lot to monitor my vitals. My lungs aren't the strongest and my blood sugar tanks suddenly a lot. Normally it would disqualify me for any other space team, but the corporate horse overlords cut corners wherever.

Also, stay out of my goddamn kitchen.

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No anon magic involving any transformation. (cat/dog, child, gender bend to name a few are not permitted). Anon magic such as Neon can only tell the truth or the giving of objects are okay.

Asks about Neon's family outside of Mav and his mom will not be answered.

Asks about Neon's health will not be answered.

IF YOU'RE A MINOR OR DON'T WANT TO SEE SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BLOCK #neon18+

Neon and Oberon are queer and trans. DO NOT tag my posts with "q slur" "f slur" "t slur" if you don't want to see me use queer, tranny, or faggot then block me.

There will be mentions of religion, abuse, drugs, medicine, injury, blood, self harm, self destructive behavior. There will be swearing. There will be themes addressing feeling not 100% human. If you don't like any of these, block.

Mod goes by Oberon. He/Him.

Art

Neontulparblog -> neoninspace

(Neontulparblog was too hard to remember and felt weird)

Now with a playlist

I'm more than happy to do canon x oc and oc x oc interactions, the more the merrier!

AU/Canon with

Curly - @curly-capt

Jimmy - @the-true-tulpar-captain

Anya - @tulpars-nurse-anya

Swansea -

Daisuke -

Polle - @ponyexpressmascot

OCs - @tulparsnavigatordaph , @spaceorganizermouse , Matthew , @mavthemaverick , @piloting-an-intern

TAGS: neoninspace | neon reblogs | neon18+ | neons journal | neon upright | neon reversed

Legally I'm an adult, as in 18+.

Please be patient with me.

I will not answer any asks regarding rape, sexual assault, or sexual abuse. While yes, those themes are in line with the game, I don't want to look at that, and it's out of respect for survivors/victims. Similarly, I won't answer any asks that are abelist and/or discriminatory towards marginalized people.

Friendly reminder this is all in good fun and none of it is actually serious.

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Neon may come off as rude, unsympathetic, low empathy, and somewhat cold. This isn't his, or my, intentions. His AuDHD and conditions reflect my own, and times when I have higher energy he will as well.

Various notes/fun facts

Favorite Pokémon is Vaporeon. Noibat and Noivern are close seconds though.

Banned from writing those custom blank uno cards

In addition to his anatomical heart earrings, has snake bites and a vampire bat skull tattoo. also wears steel toe boots because it's regulation so big wigs can't do anything

He really likes bats

His favorite swear is fuck.

Has a cat named Yen. Based on mod's irl cat.

Really serious when it comes to food safety on the job, doesn't really care otherwise. Still wears disposable gloves to handle raw meat though.

His first name is Ronan, meaning "little seal"

Grew up in Colorado

5'4", his boots add a couple extra inches

Somewhere between 22 and 25, the mod hasn't fully decided

His boyfriend is Maverick or "Mav" for short

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jamil, Idia: Desires so Deep

Ignore me getting a late start on this new birthday series 💀 (Got busy with irl stuff!!)

Oddly enough, the vignettes don’t mention Jamil’s birthday at all; they’re at the National Art Museum in the Land of Dawning to celebrate its 100th anniversary. It seems this new series (Platinum Jacket) will have vignettes with more focus on how the boys relate to and what they think about important historical figures in Twisted Wonderland!

… Also, the fact that the book 7 part 5 update came out a few days before Jamil’s birthday… and then his vignettes go and show a Maleficent painting in them… Yeah 😭 but what’s even funnier to me is that Idia calls Jamil a chuunibyou WHich iS SO ACCURATE, THANK YoU fOR CALLinG HIS ASS OuT, KING 🙏 What is Jamil doing in that sussy Groovy if not being a chunni…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Contained within a shining platinum frame was an illustration of a starry scene. A man in a fine white turban crowned by a single violet plume. A woman, perched on a balcony, in a refreshing blue-green, a jasmine flower set into her long, dark braid.

They stared longingly into each other’s eyes, conveying an emotion not spoken aloud. No words were needed for what they had: a love so tender it made the night weep. The stars into glittering tears sliding down the face of darkness.

Standing before the painting of the happy couple, Jamil folded his arms and frowned.

… Can feelings truly defy social status?

"A street rat marrying a princess… Hah."

His fingers curled to fists, digging into the pristine white fabric of his suit. Jamil's expression remained neutral, no hint of the bitterness brewing within. He was a master of leashing it.

What nonsense. I doubt their happiness lasted long. The difference in their standing is far too vast to be bridged.

Jamil lowered his gaze and looked away.

Adjacent to the loving pair was a spindly man with a curled goatee. His crimson and black headdress resembled the flared hood of a desert viper—a look iconic to the Sorcerer of the Sands. He gleefully clasped a golden oil lamp in his long, bony fingers. A remarkable achievement, an item he had been searching his entire life for.

Now, here was a great man. Someone who had slaved away and earned his reputation, climbed in social ranks on merit alone. The Sorcerer of the Sands would die a highly accomplished man, advisor to a sultan, renown scholar mage, and seeker of truth.

The very symbol of Scarabia’s spirit of deliberation.

"Jamil-shi?"

The voice was soft and nervous, like that of a specter not yet parted from this world. A faint blue glow fell upon the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Jamil turned, releasing a sigh when he realized who had appeared beside him. "... Oh. It's you, Idia-senpai."

"Eeep!" His upperclassman jumped at the mention of his name. He clung to the doorway, and anxiety evident on his pale face.

"Well? Don't let my presence deter you from appreciating the artwork."

"N-No, that's okay!! It was getting to be too crowded in the main hall, so I wanted to dip and take a breather somewhere quiet to let my stamina recharge... b-but that's completely pointless if other people are still around!"

"You won't even notice me. I not a snake—I don't bite," Jamil insisted flatly. Not unless I want to. "You look suspicious lurking in the doorframe. You may as well come in."

Left with no other choice, Idia awkwardly shuffled into the exhibit.

He positioned himself a good distance away from Jamil, not saying so much as a word as he stared at an ornate figure of a broad-bodied ape. Its lips were twisted into a grotesquely wide smile.

Nestled in the monkey’s palms was a massive red jewel, glistening even in the scarce light. Idia's own terrified reflection bounced back at him in the gem’s many facets.

"Can't believe I got dragged out for this," the third year grumbled under his breath. "I-I wanted to go to that pop-up Sled Over Heels collab cafe with the walk-in museum... Instead I have to be here and gawk at the same pictures I've seen over and over again in magic history textbooks... Aaah, it totally doesn't compare at all to cute anime girls pouring all their passion into the artful sport of sledding!"

Some small, fragmented part of Jamil grimaced at the disrespect, try as he might to close off his ears, to not engage. No good ever comes of provoking a stubborn mule, he chided himself.

But the devil on his left shoulder pounced.

"Idia-senpai," Jamil spoke carefully, a slight edge to his voice. It made the hairs on the back of Idia's neck stand at attention. "Are you not a fan of this style of artwork? Or is it the subject matter you find distasteful?"

His upperclassmen startled. Horrified as the realization that Jamil had heard his every complaint, the tips of his flaming hair colored pink.

"W-Well... I'm not exactly a buff for this kind of thing," Idia stuttered. "It's ancient history. Been there, don’t that. Th-There's really no point in being on that grind cycle if it all just amounts to the same ending anyway. That's basically all history is, anyway."

Jamil bristled—though he took care to not let it show. "I beg to differ. The story of the Sorcerer of the Sands defies such paltry notions. He struggled much in his life, even served under a carefree, incompetent sultan that barely listened to a work he said.”

I know what that’s like.

“Jamil…!”

A smile he thoroughly detested flashed in his mind. So big and pearly and irritating as he offered him his hand.

“Let’s start over. We can be rivals… but we can be friends too.”

But that boy was a fool.

Feelings can’t trump social status. Not then, not now. Not ever.

“And yet it was thanks to his contributions that he is remembered today as one of the greatest men to have ever lived. The Sorcerer of the Sands was able to break free and live as he desired. He acquired the Genie of the Lamp and phenomenal cosmic power. He decided his own destiny.”

"Uweh, sounds like he's your kami-oshi, Jamil-shi... I guess it makes sense though, since you and the Sorcerer of the Sands are the same character archetype and everything. Chunnibyous gotta stick together and all…”

"… What is that supposed to mean?" Jamil planted his hands on his hips. He didn’t understand all of Idia’s slang, but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Idia's eyes—wide and anxious—cut away from him. “I-It’s nothing important…”

“Then why are you hiding it?”

“B-Because you’re definitely the type who would hold a grudge if anyone pisses you off!!”

“How rude. I’m offended that you think so lowly of me.” Jamil allowed himself a little smirk. “I’ll have you know that I won’t stop there. In fact, I’ll enact a vengeance plot so excruciatingly humiliating that you won’t ever be able to face the light of day comfortably again.”

“S-See?! That’s what I meant!! Y-You’re a certified chuunibyou!!”

“Whatever that means, I assure you that I’m not. Is it so wrong to look back on history and to appreciate how far we’ve come since?”

“Th-That’s…”

Jamil found himself returning to the painting of the Sorcerer with the lamp. He was almost drawn to it, lulled into a hypnotic trance. An item that could make all of his hopes come true…

“Let me ask you this: if you could have any wish granted, what would that wish be?”

“E-Eh?! Any wish…” Idia fiddled with the glittering buttons on his suit. He nibbled on his lower lip, a darkness having swept up what little color there was left to him. “I-I can’t say it, but… more than anything, there’s someone I want to say goodbye to.”

“I see. A fond farewell.”

Letting go.

Jamil’s chest tightened.

In a distant memory, flowers of fire lit up the night. He had been dancing then, hair and fabric flying as he spun and spun and spun. When had he last felt so free? His wings unbound, the sky as his limits.

“As for myself, what I wish for most of all is…”

He glanced back at the painting of the two lovers. Star-crossed, against a star-streaked sky. Adventure calling, liberation beckoning.

A look most malicious graced his careful controlled features. Lips in a lopsided smirk, eyes like daggers, glinting sinisterly in the dark. Concealed weapons rising to the surface.

“… to be well-connected with people who may prove useful in attaining my dreams. Yes, that’s it. Useful.”

[eclipseberrycake]

I think one of the bad things about being really conscious about dreams is having the extra limbs experience.

Even the first time I tried flying in dreams it was manual, I had to move my wings consciously.

I do not automatically know how to do stuff, I learn

And flying? It took a whole year to be even remotely trust myself to not move my wings alongside my arms. Learning to fly in dreams was a trial and error thing

Like, when I realized that I continued to just decent slowly no matter how hard I flapped my wings, it was because i didn't had a tail or hold my my hips up. Or like know or to turn, because the first time I slammed my head against a wall and the pain followed me to reality 💔 (worst pain! It literally was there for hours!!!)

Or when I learned that sometimes, stuff attacks me because they fear me more than I feat them, because, yk, I didn't always thought of dreams as connected stuff until I met this shapeshifter lizard in one of my dreams

I was going to go downstairs but it was there and I'm scared of lizards so I was going to go another way, but it noticed me and became a venomous snake, and I tried so hard to be dodging the attacks I literally woke up from the adrenaline, it's not nice still feel how it almost bite me even after I woke up.

I went to sleep and had a totally different dream, and then I see it, that small MF was in this dream too!! So I grab it, I'm angry because it tried to bite me last dream! I want a explanations from the small guy! I took that shapeshifter lizard, it becomes a venomous snake, tried to bite me, I hold it in place, it realizes it can bite me, becomes a non venomous snake.

We have a talk, I demand a explanation of the attack. It says he's scared of me, he was scared... I find that a pathetic excuse, I kill it, but not like, knife or something, yk when I mentioned about being like a parasite in dreams? Well, basically infection in a second to force last stage, which basically consumes every single bit of nutrient and kills it, now I have a cool wood-like mini bird statue.

Dream me goes to a dark room not even I knew about and leaves it there alogside a lot of stuff that I also not remember about.

I think I talked to much about the other stuff, I forgot to keep talking about the extra limbs experience, since wings, tail, sometimes ears, are stuff that matters and I use in dreams, a lot, at some point I started to feel it also irl, like, I know it's not there, but dear gods it was draining, sometimes it was like extra arms feeling, sometimes wings feeling that I could only calm moving my shoulder blades (which I still have to do a lot), sometimes is the tail feeling which I usually calm with moving my feet, and sometimes the ear thing feeling that I calm putting my hands to the sides of my head or with a hat.

It's weird, and sometimes stressful, because I wish I still could do some dream stuff irl, really weird me stuff.

Also one of the bad stuff is when you mind starts playing with it's own rules, and doesn't care for your morality to give you stories.

But sometimes is the contrary and instead gives you only comfort after a bad day, like, one time I had this character I hated and I had a really bad day, and then my dream is just that character being a good dad to me, and giving me that comfort I needed so much.

I couldn't bring myself to hate that character after that, even if he was evil, even if the character was already dead.

I will end the rant here, k think I talked too much already xb

(Marketable plushie anon who's eppy eating)

now that I have references of these dream versions of you im just nbfogg imagining these sick as hell boss fights and its just ongog gRAHHH

[cornus27florida]

Frederick's Big Shine Time Prediction : LambCat foreshadowing (AIPT interview) & the Tiniest Prince elements combined

As recently we have more of LambCat's interview, one of the section that make me intrigued to revisit CPC theory is this:

^ the bonus shorts that likely means as foreshadowing for the main conflict is the Giant Serpent - that's very weird to be appeared twice in Frederick's dream on separate bonus short (Bonus Short Episode 4) and (S3 Bonus Short Episode 4) to have him as the protagonist to 'defeats' the said Serpent on 2 of his favorite tales - the unnamed one about Angel of the Fortune and the Dogyssey. The one left favorite tale that Frederick not implemented in the story is the Tiniest Prince (IRL LIttle Prince), and based on a panel at the episode 145 where Frederick admitting himself to be 'the tiniest prince all along' = Frederick time to be the Little Prince as the main conflict in the CPC will come soon in this final season

More about Frederick and his favorite tales could be read on @saemi-the-dreamers post as following!

From Saemi : I wonder which the post of it but I prob writing my own Tumblr post

I've seen some theories on Tumblr with Frederick's character being linked to some snake symbolism - like "shedding his skin" for example - and I find it very interesting! Since the Serpent of his dreams is most likely Leland, who is his father, Frederick having a bit of a "snake" in him would make sense. BUT he would show the positive symbolism of the snake whereas Leland would be the bad, which is also part of the Serpent/Snake symbolism: the duality of Good and Evil; Frederick being the son who (ironically or not) looks most like Leland, I'd love to see that!

Bad: ruse, treachery, perfidy (synonymous w/ deceitfulness; untrustworthiness), [evil or malicious] desire

Neutral: knowledge (Saemi put "knowledge" in neutral here because Leland do have knowledge some characters don't have and has some steps ahead), sexual impulsion, change

Good: transformation, rebirth (also could be symbolized with 'Ouroboros'), wisdom, quest for balance

^ Ouroboros also an arc name for Dr. Frost webtoon

Before dwelling further to the theory of the Giant Serpent, let's spread out the facts first, starting from the final scene of the Little Prince (which I am kinda fears that the Little Prince 'look as if he dying' will be literal sense for Frederick during his main conflict confrontation in this final season) :

It is now the narrator’s eighth day in the desert, and at the prince’s suggestion, they set off to find a well. The water feeds their hearts as much as their bodies, and the two share a moment of bliss as they agree that too many people do not see what is truly important in life. The prince is discussing plans for that evening with someone who cannot be seen, and the topic of poison is mentioned. The prince asks his unseen companion to leave so the prince can get off the wall, and when the narrator looks down, he sees a snake. It is the same snake who greeted the prince when he first arrived on Earth. The narrator draws his gun, but the snake escapes, and the narrator is left to take care of the prince, who is pale and frightened. The prince congratulates the pilot on having fixed his plane, and when the narrator asks the prince how he knows about his plane, the prince says only that he will be going on a much longer, more difficult journey. The prince says he will be even more afraid that night and tries to console the narrator by pointing to the stars and saying they will all have a special, unique meaning for the narrator now that he knows someone who lives among them. Then the prince becomes serious again and asks the pilot not to accompany him that night. The prince cautions that it will look as if he is dying. Also, he does not trust the snake to stop at just one bite and is worried that the snake would bite the pilot as well.

^ Also remember the scenes in the bonus episode mega-sundae likely becomes bigger later on, like the scenes of Gwen accidentally drops of the poisoned apple becomes big plot. I could feel that the mention of Frederick's recurring dream will become big later on as well.

As we highlighting that the foreshadowing main conflict that LambCat mentioned is likely Frederick VS the mysterious Giant Serpent, let's move to the facts regarding the Giant Serpent in through - out story ~ starting from the very first time that the Giant Serpent mentioned then chronogically in the CPC story of who's the Giant Serpent interpreted by Frederick himself - and how it got confirmed later on. I feel with this statement, coupled with Frederick recurring dream of the Giant serpent mentioned for Mega sundae ep.. the foreshadowing that talked about def this one Frederick confronting 'the Giant serpent' that becomes reality in order to saves-protects Gwen Before even gives speculative about who's the serpent and why, what, when, where, how the serpent is I like to pointing out the facts as these :

^ First mention of the Giant Serpent is at Episode 34 where Frederick imagined himself as the protagonist of the unnamed fairy tale - the Giant Serpent eyes is red

I feel the Giant Serpent that appear in the tale of angel of the Fortune (and somehow appeared in Frederick's Dogyssey dream, and very likely the same 'snake' that bites the little tiniest prince at the final act) referring to the same person, whoever the Giant Serpent actually is. Frederick depicted it as a Giant serpent that breaking havoc in the village (could be taken as 'invasion' to a backwater kingdom, the Pastel Kingdom) and has red eyes. So far in the story, the one's with red eyes are Leland and Blaine (cmiiw, but I am not counting any shade of red like pink as the serpent eyes)

'The Serpent' being a huge likely foreshadowing (or could be called as Checkov's gun) is in Bonus episode 4 where Frederick dreams that the angel of Fortune is Gwen

the serpent mentioned later by Frederick himself as his over imagination thinks Leopold as his love rival is the serpent.. this turns out to be not true, but Leopold indeed making Frederick braver to take actions and stays with it (before he thinks is not worth it to doing what he wants, as the thinks that he thoughts he wants shattered by his bullies thus making him thinks no one ever cares about him hits hard in my heart and situation) + silly panel for comedic:

also don't forget that Dogyssey, the tale that Frederick mentioned to not having a Giant serpent somehow appear to have one in his dream. Thou IRL Odyssey, there's a monster' that has snake/serpent element named Syclla - like Medusa (Isolde's gala outfit) but instead snake as the hair 'ornaments ', for Scylla is like Melusine that has three tails - but the tails ends are snakes instead :

Frederick never considers Beckett (misunderstood love rival) and any members of the CPC as a Giant serpent (welp, he thoughts the CPC are monsters thou haha) but once he's at the gala and seeing that so many people wears snake/serpent related outfit he bewildered and thought he it kinda ridiculous to fighting them (excluding Leland that he's unaware wearing the chess move 'Serpent's gambit')

We haven't got chance from Frederick to brought up the (Giant) serpent again in the current story, but I feel it will happen again soon - as the main conflict w/ Plaid Troop

Now forward to the question of "who is actually the Giant Serpent" which then leads to speculation and prediction scenes My own intake for the who's the serpent is Leland But we need to come back to the story for a bit and remembers that Frederick himself thought the serpent as the following:

his love rival (aka Leopold), confirmed untrue as Leopold actually gives solid advice to both Gwen and Frederick instead

his bullies, confirmed untrue as 'harming Gwen (his lady friend at the gala)' is merely their after-thought and hurting Frederick again is their priority

himself

For now, Frederick himself believe that he's the serpent espc from the scene at the end of the gala. The current story not yet brought it up again, but at the episode 145 Frederick thoughts that he's the worst and the sole factor for Gwen's sufferings (the callback of "all your fault") .. and even thou it supposed to be comedic with how easily he slips the Iron bars of the dungeon hole, but the commenter that saying "he really is a snake if could pass that bars!" make the statement of "the serpent is himself" still uncertain

Now Leland's time, before I imagined/predicted that the confrontation between Frederick and Leland gonna be inspired to the "Little Prince" final act where the prince accepted the 'devil bargain' from the snake by allowing him to get bitten by the poisonous snake fangs so he could return back to his planet (aka Asteroid) where his lover the Rose resides - in this case the Little Prince is Frederick, the Rose is Gwen, the 'poisonous snake' aka the Giant Serpent is Leland - and the 'devil bargain' is for Gwen awakes with the Clam's knowledge which got asked by Frederick that has green eyes (I theorized that the limit for being asker of the Clam is being green eyed) but with the price of draining the asker's life force - but this confrontation kinda complex as the element of the Omniscient Clam should appear (which means Jack need to be already at the Pastel palace bringing in the Clam) while Frederick co. still doesn't know the way to awakes Gwen (it depends on the conversation that Jamie could spill upon his meeting with the Witch, and likely with Frederick already inside to testing if him giving a kiss to Gwen really a "True Love's Kiss" that awakes Gwen or not)

LambCat brought back the conversation regarding the foreshadowing element (likely Frederick's part, it weird that the Giant Serpent mentioned twice in his dream) make me realizes 'a simpler way' of confrontation but no less angsty : What if the 'poisonous bites' from the Giant Serpent that likely be Leland, is the way he becomes very - very mad as he realizes the tiniest prince aka Frederick totally failed his evil plan? The getting mad will be speeches as following, with the theme as Wishes you were dead from a parent to their own child(ren) - IMHO is the most painful words a parent (or parents) could utter to their own child(ren) + The most painful words a child could ever heard from their parent(s) if they teard that their existence is never wishes = `I wish you to never born! - which in Leland scenario espc at the moment of his plan in the blink of fail.. Will def utters the similar angsty punches meaning words to Frederick. It's hurts to write but here what likely Leland shouting for the main conflict scenes:

I wish you never born!!! Since the moment you are born, you always a worthless son - a failure!!! Small, weak and so sickly!!

You can't never be a (proper) Plaid prince! Such a worthless son!! You always disobeying my rule - my expectations - my plan!!! You have no value at all! Useless! Useless! Useless!!! How could you ever escaped the prison?! What a freakish little serpent monster!! Remember that your words the one that doomed everyone! MONSTER!!

I thought by pairing you, the one that looks the most like me, to his daughter that the spitting image of his wife - Will wreck him the most! But, NO! You dare to utters that she's ugly in front of her face, which resulting to this MESS!!!!!`

The Leland's words that snapping and shocked all of Plaid Princes: You are merely chess pawns! All of you!!! You just need to do what you expected to do, but no! You beyond useless, worse than failure that keeps wrecking my plan since the moment you are born!

The plan is going smoothly but not that smoothly espc once the flash bang subdues.. we have this scene (as the images) appeared but more evil It's more violent;

As Leland is the first one that realizes that the backup army not backup army afterall - and the Mastermind is his 'worthless' son - grabbing the neck area is so much higher to the point' it chokes Frederick = neck chokeholding as similar situation as getting bitten by the snake (or the Giant Serpent)

Frederick: I.. I.. c-a-n't.. b-r-e-a.. th...

-> this will leads to the following prediction scenarios :

Lance and Blaine snap shut and realizing that deep down they're caring their little brother, Lorena and Maria forgiving Frederick as seeing by themself the length he suffers in confronting Leland, or Frederick could collecting himself to freeing the chokehold of Leland in order to see Gwen again

As Frederick grasping for breath as being chocked while shouted all of mockeries by Leland (similar scene of the little prince that 'dying' as bitten by the snake) with his legs spasms growing weakest - as Frederick kinda declaring himself as the tiniest prince, the moment of being chocked to gasping is very similar to the situation when the little prince spasmed after bitten by the snake

This poetic melancholy, as Frederick dreams on about his favorite tales - 2 (the Angel of the Fortune & Dogyssey) already becomes recurring dream involving the Giant Serpent - now just the tiniest prince (or the Little Prawnce in the book) that .. becomes reality?

[lavendertarot]

5, 12, 38 for the ask game? :]

hiii silly little thang. thank you for the ask !!!!

5: what made you start your blog?

irl friend (who is also still on here btw shout out to lyn-auxcord) informed me that there was a website even better than quotev for fandom things and well. clearly it was. rip quotev fr fr

12: what's some good advice you want to share?

oh god uhh. if you ever get a snake bite on one of your limbs either carefully remove or cut away the surrounding clothing because in the likely occasion that the bite swells you don't want any unnecessary constriction or difficulty accessing the bite site. You should also constrict above the site in order to limit bloodflow in the case of venoms and immediately get the person to a hospital - do not attempt to treat the bite yourself esp by sucking it. no matter how homoerotic that is.

38: fave song at the moment?

I have been BLASTING insomnia by eve the past 4 days but uh if you want my fr fave then probably odoriko by vaundy!

[bunsofhoney]

1, 4, 8, 10, 11, 20, 40, 43,

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road? How do you know the ending until you've written it? J/k. I usually don't know the ending, unless it's like a 5-and-1. Often the plot falls into place as I'm writing. I almost never start posting chapters until I've at least worked out the whole plot, and often I have to have a full written draft before I want to start posting. I'm always anxious that I'll want to go back and add a plot point after posting if I don't know how it ends yet.

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread? Not counting my WIP purgatory folder, the one that sticks in my craw is actually an OC. An astronaut in the distant future, sort of a space-long haul trucker (like the ice haulers in The Expanse) comes across a Klyntar-like symbiote who saves her life after a near-fatal crash. (The Expanse really hit me with the emptiness and terror of space and I've wanted to write something evoking that). I don't really have an ending for it, so see #1. And yes, writing an OC that I'm actually invested in is soaked in layers of existential dread.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it? I write best in collaboration, I think. It's true of my nonfiction writing as well (academic and nonprofit writing, I've also taught writing-intensive college courses which are heavy on collaboration and formal feedback). So yeah I do seek out criticism. I love it when a beta reader understands my goals with the work and helps me improve my writing to get there. That said, it's still difficult to take criticism and sometimes I have to let feedback marinate a while before I can integrate it into the work because it's anxiety-provoking.

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you? Pretty early I guess? It's usually "trope fic" in my head until some phrase from the writing sticks out enough to be the title. I don't feel like I'm great with titles. I like them short and sweet, which seems bland sometimes compared to what some people come up with.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general? Oh jeez. I love researching things. I often worry about little details of cannon, but then I'll change big details, lol. Snake Oil was the most fun, there are sentences in that fic that represent 5 different Wikipedia rabbit holes. I really enjoyed writing Wade's backstory, which included Quebecoise, real New Orleans gang families, voodoo rituals, and WWI trivia. I love New Orleans so getting to write something set there was a joy.

20. what is your favorite trope to write? Love me some hurt/comfort, feral or primal play, (biting and oral fixation, yum. Wait that's a kink not a trope...) and of course gooey domestic fluff, especially with food porn.

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. I'm not sure if it was the best but it's on my mind. A beta reader told me she wasn't interested in descriptions like "30 feet", "4 am" etc...the "route talk" of a story. She said it's a waste of words, and that stuck with me, so I try to find a more interesting way to label distance, time, etc.

43. how did writing change you? Made me a better writer, lol. Also writing kink has made me better able to express my interests irl. And it's given me an outlet to obsess over at 3 am, instead of work. I've made real friends through fanfic writing, which is hard to do as an adult.

[moonlitberries]

minors DNI

cw: slight angst (?), clit slapping, biting, overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex (not a good idea. DO NOT attempt irl!!) lmk if i missed something)

thinking about fuckbuddy!biker!iwaizumi

should i do a part 2? let me know!

you don't really remember how it started, or why. maybe he'd been pissed at oikawa for some (probably justified) reason. maybe it had been a bad day at work. maybe a failed PR at the gym,or maybe he'd just woken up on the wrong side of the bed that fateful morning.

whatever wretched person or situation had put him in that mood, you'd love to find out. if it had been a person, maybe you could send them a card expressing your gratitude along with some warm baked goods. after all, you have them to thank for your current situation — ass up, your chest pressed against iwaizumi's hard mattress, his hands grabbing your waist for leverage as he drilled into you. you were definitely going to bruise, skin giving way to his pure brute strength. he was fucking into you mercilessly. at one point, the pillow he had pushed your face into had born the weight of suppressing your moans, but he had fucked any ability to vocalize right out of you. that had been two — maybe three? — orgasms ago.

one of us hands snaked up to your throat, squeezing and pulling you up. his breath was hot against your ear when he asked, ' feels good, hah, baby?', all the while continuing to bully his cock into you. his other reached across your tummy to brush against your clit, earning him a sharp gasp.

'yeah, 'course you won't say shit. fucked my pretty baby dumb, haven't i?'

the hand on your clit moves away only to come back down hard, causing you to keen at the sting of pleasure.

oh, he was feeling mean today.

paying no attention to your broken whimpers of h-haji, s'too much, can't take it, he repeats the action once, twice, then pinches your clit before you're pushed over the edge again, hands reaching behind you to blindly grab at his arms, to have something, anything to ground you to reality.

but haji only speeds up, losing the painful yet delicious rhythm he had set. his arms wrap around your tummy as he pulls you up again, your back pressed against his warm, muscly chest. one of your hands instinctively comes up to cup his cheek, the other resting on his hands which were locked around you. he's close, you can tell, just needs an extra push. so, gathering your last dregs of strength, you turn your head towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the column of his throat, right up to the base of his ear, where you bite down, hard.

that's enough to send him flying, his own orgasm wracking his body as he buries his face in your neck. the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with hajime's broken moans of baby, always so good to me — hah — always take me so well, all of me, as he shudders and empties himself into you.

you stay there for a while, hajime's arms still wrapped around you, as he kisses down the column of your throat, gently caressing any skin he could reach. this was it,this was all the intimacy you had ever received from him.soon, he'd release you, clean you up almost mechanically, and send you on your way. if you were lucky, maybe he'd feed you something he had cooked himself, and that would be it.

maybe someday you'd gather the courage to speak up, tell him that you want more. you want to be able to send him silly texts throughout the day. you want to sit on the counter while he cooks, and feel his embrace from behind while doing the dishes. you want to argue over buying a new mattress, and you want to relieve his stress in ways other than a good fuck. you want to be more than a good fuck.

but haji's arms return to him and he withdraws from you. you feel him leave the bed and head away, presumably to the bathroom to get a rag. you should get up, too. take a shower and return to your apartment, alone for yet another night.

maybe he'd ask you to stay tonight. maybe he'd let you snuggle upto him as you munch on what he's cooked, cringing and laughing at the dating show on TV. maybe he'd crack a joke about how he lucked out in finding you so he'd never have to go on one of these bullshit gimmicks of a show. and maybe you could look up at him and whisper that you lucked out in finding him, too.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

haji 's voice breaks your daydream, and you make your way to the bathroom on shaky legs, where he's waiting with the warm cloth in his hands. his gruff voice sends shivers down your back when he tells you that it's late, so he'll drop you home on his bike.

another night alone it is, then.

so you close your eyes, grit your teeth, and settle for it, for being able to hear him groan, see him at work in the kitchen in nothing but sweatpants, making food for two instead of one. for now, you satiate yourself with the knowledge that the marks blossoming on his throat and the scratches down his back were your doing. a small mark of him being yours, in some ridiculously fucked way.

maybe someday you won't need any such marks.

but for now, you would have to make do.