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Kraftwerk - RuckZuck live 1970
#kraftwerk#their first show#with half of Neu#ralf hutter#florian schneider#michael rother#klaus dinger
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#discord emoji#custom emoji#word emoji#wordmoji#tone tags#/aff#/affectionate#/gq#/genuine question#/gen#/genuine#/hj#/half joking#/hsrs#/half serious#/info#/j#/joking#/lh#/lighthearted#/neg#/negative#/neu#/neutral#/nf#/not forcing#/not forced#/nm#/not mad#/p
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Skk shippers act like the whole fandom hates them for no reason and they're so oppressed, lol.
Yea :'') Some of them (a lot of them) certainly are Something. I think A Lot of them just underestimate just How Much of the fandom is skk dominated when skk's role in the official media is just.. proportionately Not That Large (even I before starting bsd thought that it's be a central thing and was pleasantly surprised when it was not)
skk shippers have Everything and then some (see tags) so ig it just surprises me how often you see skk shippers shitting on or leaving backhanded comments on Literally Every Other Dazai ship's posts for not being/comparing to skk and then getting pissy when the ppl complain abt that behavior when they could just? ignore it and turn to the gold mines of skk content instead-
And I understand it isn't all shippers who do that but those denying it's happening entirely are also quite silly to me-
anyway, look at this screenshot of some skk shipper losing their shit after the sigzai dancing scene came out LMAO
'someone comfort me pls, I'm so pathetic' gives the same energy of the people who are like 'heh, I guess nobody here actually like me.. i'm such a loser aren't I?' lolz
#s/kk shippers are like that one meme the uhhh How Can I Make This About Me one#ALSO the uhhh#everything and then some comment is based on some of the most prevelaant s/kk 'facts' /quotes I've seen are not actually real#d/zai regrets not taking ch/ya with him when he left the mafia from the stage play? didn't happen actually- was made-up#This came from a twitter user tryna recap a stage play and misremembering :p#'the one I trusted as a boss...' yadada that quote from Beast? made up - didn't actually happen#I believe that one first came from a tiktok?#'human or not doesn't matter' quote from St0rmbringer? not offical#this came from someone's fan translation which ended up being a mistranslation :p#THE official art of em holding hands? EDITED#I just don't get how s/kk could have so much canon stuff and still half the stuff I see spread around is misinfo LMAOO#tbh this is all very interesting to me#I could study s/kk'ers under a miscroscope like lil bugs /neu#The Thing is fundamentally I think I don't even mind the ship I just thing 99% of the shippers have kind of built the ship off of#like- other people's content/the misinformation and so it's become so diluted from what it canonically is that its just impossible#for me to enjoy most of the content for how ooc it is :'')#but I enjoy it to myself#I have like several s/kk edits ideas and stuff that I will make and then keep to myself til I die#KFJHFKJF-#jkjk#ANYWAY I hope I censored the tags well enough so that it doesn't show up in search for any ship if it does pls yell at me im sorry :'00
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oooo school strikes are afoot
#im an exam year so i get priority#but half a chance i won't have much to do on strike days#anyway go the neu!#uk politics
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before the whole plural punk shit the traumagenic tag was a safe space, a place people could get help.
now it's all fucking anti endo bullshit and hate and more stress. like. idgaf some rando identifies as two people or whatever I'm here for system bullshit and recivery not hatred that will keep everyone from healing
As a traumagenic system I do not feel safe in the systempunk community, anti-endos are not our allies, they will fakeclaim you, harass you and laugh about it to your face. They don't care about us! If you want your traumagenic spaces I can understand but using those spaces to spread hate on our cousins and siblings doesn't make it a safe space, it makes it a space primed for attacks on anyone deemed "bad" or "wrong" which when you are a system... can be for any reason.
I will always be pluralpunk! I believe in a future for all of us not just the "correct" systems.
#im endo neu rn but holy shit anti endos are getting annoying.#reblog#syscourse#i dont have beef with antis or pros. it's just so annoying#not to mention half of the times they're ableist as hell to pwpsychosis
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Every day I stray further from God. (Find out I may have another symptom autism)
#mark maunders#/lh hj#this. isnt even funny#<- idk half of my posts arent funny so-#im getting concerned /vvlh neu#it might not even be autism it could be something else but still-#edit: or im overreacting
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"What a mess..."
Various genshin impact and Honkai starrail men... With a gender neu lover (pussy) who doesn't know when/if they cum, and gets veryyyyy wet very fast
a/n: this is a very self-indulgent post ngl. Featuring various genshin and Honkai men, not proofread.
18+ / MDNI
characters: Jing Yuan, Zhongli, Gepard, Kaeya
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Jing Yuan, who'd simply freeze in shock upon the revelation. His thick girth is pulsing inside your tight walls, sweat dripping down onto your face (and tasting delicious, fyi)
A cruel grin lit his face, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh? So then..." He jerked his hips, causing a shudder to run through your body. "I can't make you cum with me, hmm? I suppose I'll just milk you so much you pass out. Surely you'd know you've cum by then?"
His thick hand makes its way to your neck, a gentle pressure that doesn't restrict your air flow. The action heightens your senses, pussy clamping around Jing Yuan's cock as more waves of pleasure flow through you. If only you felt a difference when you came...
Zhongli would lick his lips and corner you against the wall, sliding a hand down to play with your clit. You gasped and moaned as he leaned in, flicking his tongue across your ear.
"that's okay~ I'll just tell you when you cum. You'll be so good and loud for me, yes?" His voice was honey-coated, sending more ripples down your core.
"y-yes. Okay." You gasp, his fingers scissoring in your core. Your walls clenched, but you didn't feel anything building inside like Google had said you should. A soft laugh left your lover's lips, and his pace quickened.
"that was quicker then I expected. Good job, my love."
Gepard would choke on his half-chewed food, the pieces falling into his plate as he turns a burning red face on you.
"You tell me... at the dinner table...!?" His eyes were wide, and you couldn't help but laugh as you noticed a growing erection beneath the table.
"I just thought you should know, Geppy~" the purr in your voice has him forgetting about his food. Eyes focused on you, he slowly slides to his knees and places his head between your crotch.
"S-shall I finish my supper here? Perhaps.. teach you how to feel it?" He could already feel the warm juices soaking through your pants as you murmured approval and pet his head gently. The moment approval was given, the man was pulling down your clothes and shoving his head into your delicious pussy.
Kaeya stared in utter shock at the milky substance between his fingers, jaw agape. Slowly, his gaze turned to face you, and he sucked the juices from his hand before speaking.
"I barely touched you and you came." It was a statement, his usual flirty attitude gone with his shock.
"Yeah about that... um... I don't even know when I'm close to cumming. Or when I do cum. Sorry..."
But why would his princess be apologizing? Kaeya leaned up and kissed your lips, spreading your own taste into your mouth before rutting his hips against your leg. "Let me teach you, then."
#genshin impact#honkai star rail#genshin smut#hsr smut#honkai smut#kaeya x reader#kaeya smut#zhongli x reader#zhongli smut#jing yuan smut#jing yuan x reader#gepard smut#gepard x reader
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Relic - Pt. 8 "Rowing in Eden"
PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC
SUMMARY: ✧ Dreams are messages from the deep ✧
A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.
TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, Feyd-Rautha's big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse ❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts ❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable!Feyd, Emotional!Feyd, Possessive!Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism ❗, implied/referenced murder
WORD COUNT: 4.6k
A/N: Saw myself forced to split this chapter in half becase you won't catch me uploading a 10k chaptie 😭 Hence why the alternative title for this one is "Blue Balls" 💙🥰
Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist | Relic Masterlist
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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Giedi Prime, Day 4
Quietly, she stands on the balcony of her room, forearms on the banister as a stormy breeze ruffles her clothes. The wind brings no refreshment, it only moves the smog around.
The city below reminds her of Neu-Seoul paired with industrial power plants as far as the eye can see and post-apocalyptic wasteland, a planet groaning and moaning for plant life and to be freed of the human plague that festers on its crust, much like Old Earth. She is quite used to toxic air, but this atmosphere is a little worse even than that of her former home.
A rumbling crack had startled her yesterday while she was trying to inconspicuously scan the Harkunnin language and grammar from the audiovisual filmbook recording that was given to her. Her personal maid, a woman named Lilia, had reassured her that that was just the volcanic activity deep within the bowels of the planet and nothing to worry about.
The engineer from Old Earth has a slightly different opinion on that, but she had thanked Lilia with a smile and rewinded the filmbook to proceed committing the data to her chip.
Looking over her shoulder now, she sees Lilia's pale, bald head moving about, filling the wardrobe with clothes that have just been delivered. The Harkonnen woman doesn't seem as malnourished as the ones she had seen on her first day.
The relic doesn't like the fact that a stranger has access to her chambers where her sarcophagus stands, folded back together so that nothing visually gives away any of the heresy inside.
A notification lights up her virtual interface. The AI tool has finished compiling the Harkunnin vocabulary and sorted it in an appealing, searchable array. Now she only needs to acquire a filmbook about Galach and scan that too, so she can start cross referencing in her virtual, little lexicon. Her eyes focus back on the room and the interface dissolves when she takes notice of Lilia's pale hand waving at her.
"Your new pants, my Lady!" The maid lifts a pile of garments, some of them even colorful. The Lady had (unknowingly) requested colors which are expensive to import, the costliest one being purple. Of course, such expenditures are to be expected for the new Lady of House Harkonnen and Lilia had spared neither trouble nor expenses to ensure her wardrobe is as she desires. Being assigned to the woman from Old Earth, a place which Lilia had assumed to be only the stuff of mysteries, is the best promotion that ever could have happened to the maid.
"I love them already. I can't go another day with my bare thighs touching under these gowns." The woman steps into the suite, pulling the balcony door and the curtains shut so the color stealing sunlight is barred out. Lilia looks at her like she doesn't quite understand the remark about her thighs, though that may be due to the fact that Harkonnens, regardless of gender, appear to be completely and entirely hairless except for their lashes.
"Can I try them on?" The relic asks, pointing at the trousers.
"Of course you can, my Lady. Like I said, you don't need to ask me for permission for anything."
"But it's good manners to ask."
Lilia likes this woman even though she asks curious questions sometimes, such as how high her salary is and if she has health insurance, followed by a lengthy explanation about what health insurance is. She likes her because she talks to her like she's a human, which is typically something that no one above her rank ever does, save for Lilia's own husband.
The new pants fit perfectly and there is no need to try them all on, but she does so anyway because it's fun and it distracts her from the painful waiting for her beloved.
"When will Feyd be here?" She finally inquires after the eighth pair of pants which she keeps on because they're comfortable.
"I'm afraid I don't know, my Lady. The na-Baron has a busy schedule."
That he does, she grimly notes. He never used to be so busy in their dreams, she had him all for herself. After 24,000 years of sleep and 2 years with the Bene Gesserit, she only just got him back. Is it wrong of her to want to spend every minute of every day with him?
Lilia suggests: "If it pleases you, I could do your makeup before the na-Baron arrives."
"Ah, that's very kind of you, but no thank you."
Lilia seems to be the multi-purpose kind of handmaid, being a skilled seamstress and stylist who even boasts experience with hair, a rare skill set on Giedi Prime. Proudly, Lilia had proclaimed that she has a personal knack for medicine and trauma management without leaving but a scar. The relic still wonders if this is a commonly needed skill around here…
"Then I'll leave you to your own devices." Lilia hasn't failed to notice the oftentimes absent look in the Lady's eyes, as if she's not quite there. Although the maid is impossibly curious and precariously drawn to danger (a trait which she has learned to suppress), she won't urge the foreigner for stories or company. They're not friends.
The relic glances over when her handmaid slips out of the room and the open door briefly reveals the guard who is stationed in front of it. She can only hope he has been placed there to keep unwelcome visitors out, not to keep her inside. So far, she's had no desire to test it.
Neither the idea of leaving her Sarcophagus unattended nor wandering around the palace pyramid on her lonesome seem awfully inviting.
She returns to the balcony, forearms on the banister, and her expression flattens. Melancholy glazes over her eyes and she summons the interface to blank out the depressing concrete jungle that spews smog into the sky from roaring chimneys. The only improvement is that she is now wearing pants.
While she should start studying the Harkunnin language or delve into the Holtzman physics (something about it sparked vague recognition in her), she ends up loading up a serial to watch on her interface, denying herself the luxury to sit down. Because if she gets too comfortable, she fears she will forget where she is and break down as soon as she shuts off the stream.
Feyd watches her stand there, clothes ruffled by the breeze, herself unmoving in the grey light, in the toxic air. Her back is turned to him and for twenty minutes she hasn't stirred.
Carefully, he had deposited the three long-stemmed crowns of thorns on the vanity when he realized she wasn't going to turn around. They're the only native flower on Giedi prime, all thorny, dark-grey stems and white petals.
On quiet soles, he steps out on the balcony, almost breathing down her neck. All day he's been thinking of her. Every second apart is a little death and he had hoped she would fall into his arms the second he came through the door. From an angle, he studies her face, pupils dancing. She looks sad and he can't see why. For a second, he contemplates stealing the chip out of her skull when she sleeps.
But for that, they'd have to start sleeping in each other's beds first.
"What are you doing there, my darling?" A pair of toned arms encircles her from behind and she yelps, shutting down the stream and the interface.
"Feyd!" She attempts to spin around and face him, but Feyd pins her back to his chest, humming as he buries his nose in the crown of her head. She hugs his forearms against her stomach, craning her head to find his pale-blue gaze. Feyd's nose slides across her head and he kisses her forehead.
"You looked sad."
"Yes, because I've missed you." That is very much true, though she conceals the fact that rewatching her old favorite serials had nearly broken her heart. Her answer placates him for a minute and he presses the front of his body against the back of hers, squeezing her like he's seen her squeeze the stuffed animal of hers.
"How are you?" He murmurs.
"Good!" She replies a bit too quickly and inhales like a liar caught in the act.
"You don't like it," Feyd doesn't ask, he states, and disappointment reverberates in his tone. He knew this, yet his chest hollows itself out with a blunt carving knife.
"The place is just… Different than I thought." She squeezes the forearms that hold her.
"But I'm here," he mumbles and presses his nose against her temple.
"Yes, I feel better when you're here." Finally, he allows her to turn around in his embrace and face him properly. They're so close, he can feel the expansion of her thorax with every breath. Blue eyes lovingly trail over her face.
"Did your maid not offer to do your makeup?"
Her stomach sinks and she blinks quickly. "Don't you like me without makeup anymore?"
"No! That's not what I-" Feyd scrambles for words, cupping her jaws and neck. "I just wondered if she offered. If not, we'll replace her. You're supposed to have only the best maids and servants one can-"
"Stop." She interrupts him firmly, shaking herself as if to free herself from his hands, which can't be what she means, so Feyd keeps holding her. "Lilia is wonderful, I don't want her replaced."
"Hmmph." Feyd gives his agreement and wonders if she had ever called him 'wonderful'. Slowly, he lowers his face, closes his eyes and slots his lips against hers, moving sensually as he presses their bodies flush. Her spine pushes right against the banister and her breasts against his chest. All day, he's been fantasizing about this. Today he'll finally be brave enough and take her to bed, there's nothing to be afraid of.
But he can tell she's thinking, thinking again, always thinking so much instead of giving herself to him unconditionally.
She kisses him with closed lips, like a parting gift before she speaks. "There are… Things that I feel like we should talk about."
Feyd exhales a short, hard breath against her face. "Like what?"
"I can't kiss you without thinking of, well, everything," she sighs and gestures over her shoulder. "This planet is… I don't know what I expected."
"Then let's go inside, so you don't have to see the planet." Feyd tugs on her waist and she allows him to guide her inside, walking backwards and pulling her with him. But when he attempts to kiss her, she clutches his lapels and shakes her head.
"It's not just that. It's the people. You're keeping slaves to work at your palace."
Not only in the palace, Feyd thinks to himself. If she knew about the slave fields…
"No one is having fun, everyone looks the same and everyone seems to be scared for their lives!" She inhales harshly and Feyd's fingers trail down her waist and spine, proactively grasping at the fabric in case she wants to tear away from him.
A muscle along his jaw flexes lightly before he speaks. "Well you don't survive wars by having fun and being fair to other humans, do you?"
"No, but-" she stumbles. "That was different. We left Earth with a higher purpose, to save our species from extinction. It was logistically impossible to bring every single human to a new home."
"We also serve a higher purpose. To maintain our status and power among the Great Houses, we cannot grant every citizen the luxury of free will."
"But not like this." She clutches his lapels like she wants to strangle him, or at least someone. "This is terrible."
"Well, I live here," Feyd grates out. "I didn't choose to live here. And it just is like that." He had chosen to live here at an age at which one cannot make sensible decisions yet.
"But you could do something. You're the na-Baron, right? You could change something."
"You're right, I'm the na-Baron," he grimly states.
"Lilia said, if she gets hurt, she needs to stitch up herself and she'll be dismissed without recompensation if she finds herself unable to perform her tasks anymore." She looks at Feyd expectantly who stares over her head at the roiling cityscape out the balcony door and shrugs his shoulders. "Do you at least agree that the staff around here are treated unfairly? It is proven that employee satisfaction and work efficiency correlate strongly."
"I don't know," he grumbles and refrains from telling her that the correlation between the threat of a blade between the ribs and work efficiency can hardly be beaten. The relic takes note of how annoyed Feyd looks, like he's been talked into a corner. What he really says is 'I don't care'.
Slowly searing under her expectant stare, Feyd continues: "Sorry. But I don't want to change the world, I have bigger concerns."
"Such as the fact that I'm not kissing you?" She almost scoffs a little, remembering a moment which feels like a lifetime ago, and her heart aches in her chest, knowing exactly that's not what he meant.
"For example…" Feyd brings one hand to her face and caresses her cheek softly, fingertips moving tentatively from temple to jaw. "You didn't ask me about my day."
"Oh, Feyd, I'm so sorry." Her shoulders fall and she feels horrible for jumping him with her concerns, but who else could she talk to, who else could she trust? The grasp on his lapels becomes yearning and clingy, exactly how he likes it.
Softly, she asks: "Is everything okay?" The lingering sub question is: Did he hurt you?
"I'm okay," Feyd hums and a dreamy, little smile slips over his face.
"Are you sure?" She cups his cheeks and looks at him insistently. All of her attention is finally only his and Feyd seizes the moment, delving down to kiss her, cupping the back of her head. This time, he will not be deterred.
Further questions are muffled by Feyd's pillowy lips on hers, kissing her with such determination that her belly is flooded with heat and she whimpers quietly in his mouth when he walks her backwards. Soon the back of her knees hit the mattress and she sinks down, bones melting like jelly when Feyd-Rautha crawls over her like a big cat, his body as hard and heavy as it was the first time they made love.
"No lucid dream this time," he whispers against her wet lips and settles on her chest, relishing the feel of her softness beneath him. His fingers trail downwards with a purpose, stopping occasionally to squeeze her breasts, her waist, her tummy, all the parts that he likes. Calloused fingertips slip beneath her waistband and across her venus mound.
Oh God, to be touched like this in real life! It's been over 24,000 years. She gasps so loudly when he touches her clit that it makes Feyd smile from ear to ear. "That's right, we're finally together," he breathes against her open mouth, drawing small circles on the tender bud, though his wrist is restrained by the waistband of her trousers. "And you're every bit as sweet and wet for me as in the dream."
His eyes are closed. It's easier to talk to her like that. Feyd feels like he's 13 and having his first proper time all over again, except this time he actually wants the girl to like him.
"Feyd," she mewls, fingers curled around the back of his head, nails digging slightly into his nape.
"Hmm?" He hums against her mouth, tongue barely wanting to leave hers.
"Feels so good… Ahhh!" Feyd-Rautha's fingers have slipped further south, two of them sinking tentatively into her cunt and filling her up. With short back and forth of his digits, he makes her thighs fall open wide and her pelvis buck against his damp palm.
Shyness be damned, he needs to see her. So he swiftly stands up, sucks his fingers clean and pulls her pants and underwear (It's strange seeing a woman in pants) down her legs. While he's at it, he discards his shoes and suit jacket too, enjoying the range of motion his sleeveless tunic offers him.
Pale arms cage her when he climbs back on her. His woman shuffles backwards so her head lies properly on the pillow. Feyd would have ravaged her on the cold floor tiles too, but she likes it comfortable, and so does he, but only with her and only in secret.
He wants to eat her cunt until she cries his name, but her fingers have formed a manacle around the nape of his neck, pulling their foreheads flush while her knee nudges against his thigh, falling open for him once more. His fingers return obediently to the joy of sinking into her wet, squishy cunt and Feyd breathes wordless adoration against her parted lips, eyes hooded, cock hard, his chest a flurry of quick panting.
How badly, how madly, how deeply he loves her. He should finally tell her.
"Will you, ahh, eat me out like during our first time?" She whines, lashes fluttering open while her pelvis needily grinds against the steady pace of his hand.
"I'll touch you however you please, my Lady," Feyd purrs, thumb brushing over her tender nub.
"Why, ahhh, why are you calling me that? Lilia called me that too."
"Because you're my Lady Harkonnen."
To be his Lady - whatever that exactly means - fills her cheeks with warmth and drives her pelvis upwards, because she likes the way it sounds. "But I already have a last name," she pants. Feyd cocks his head to the side, fingers slowing down, and a foreboding overcomes her.
"You know they gave you to me as my bride?"
"Gave me to you?!" Her blissful expression dissolves at once and she sharply sits up, forcing Feyd to withdraw his hand unless he'd like to have his wrist snapped. "I'm not your property."
"Well, no, you're my wife." He looks at her pleadingly. "Or, you will be, very soon."
His woman puffs herself up and for a moment he thinks she's going to explode not with the bliss he had meant to bring her, but with rage.
"How come I wasn't made aware of that? Do marriages no longer require consent from both sides?"
"I thought it was self-explanatory." Helplessly, he lifts his arms and shoulders in a gesture of defense. Two fingers of his right hand glitter obscenely with her essence.
"It is not." She stares at him with wide, steely eyes and her fingers reach for his clothed knee, clutching it tightly. "Mankind really has gone back to the middle ages," she snaps. "No computers, and women are treated like cattle."
"I don't know what middle ages means, only that you are my bride," Feyd scowls.
"You don't realize how backwards this is, do you?" She tries to find compassion for his self-assured tone, the pouty lip and the stubborn eyes. "I can't believe you would…"
She shakes her head firmly, biting back disappointment. They never used to have arguments like this, or arguments at all. It used to be only love and comfort and desire and now she feels like her rose-colored glasses have been yanked off her face and replaced with a filter of monochromatic awfulness.
"I would… What? Want you as my wife? Of course I want you as my wife. You're the only one I'd ever even consider."
"No, you're not listening." Huffing, she slumps back down, knees pressed together. Feyd can still see her slick-glistening cunt peeking out enticingly between her thighs but decides to keep his hands to himself while his betrothed is so angry. She sighs heavily and hates how this last sentence made her feel - belly full of pulsing butterflies. "Fine, let's talk about this some other day and let's pick up where we left off?"
"As you wish, my Lady," Feyd coos, calloused hands slipping over her knees. Pleasant goosebumps break out all across her flesh and her fingers slide down to tangle with his. She's missed him so terribly, she could cry.
"We have protection, yes?"
"Protection?" He frowns and his woman's fingers freeze threateningly on his knuckles. "No one would dare disturb us here. I'll take care of you-"
"Protection from pregnancy, you idiot!" She almost slaps him square across the apple of his stupid cheek and her livid expression stops his crawling advance over her body.
Feyd flinches, eyes blown wide with surprise and he looks five years younger like this. Immediately, she feels awful and doesn't dare to imagine how awful she would have felt had she actually slapped him.
"But didn't you leave Earth to colonize your Solar System?"
"I'm an engineer, not an incubator."
"But we didn't take any precautions when we-"
"We were dreaming! Feyd, please. Don't give me an aneurysm and don't make me strangle you."
"Okay, okay…" Cautiously, he pulls away, glancing at his scared woman before he bends down to his discarded jacket.
"Thank you," she sighs more softly. She does want him, wants to feel him everywhere, on her and in her. Looking at the shape of his broad back and narrow waist, she wants him so badly that it hurts.
Feyd pulls a small device from the pocket and clips it behind his ear. When he begins to utter guttural words in the language she doesn't yet understand (Her interface helpfully flashes, identifying the words as Harkunnin, along with an error message about incomplete reference data), she identifies the device as a transmitter.
"Getting us a contraceptive," Feyd mutters when he is done and lets the transmitter vanish in his pocket. "Can I kiss you while we wait? We don't need protection for that…"
God, he pouts, he actually pouts and she can't help but open her arms for him. Immediately, Feyd settles on top of her, chest flush against hers. One thigh pushes between her legs and she grows aware of the hard length confined by his trousers, his cock hot and solid as it grinds against her hip with soft, rutting movements.
Their pleasure is short-lived. A knock on the door drives them apart, or rather, his woman urges him away like she's ashamed to be seen making out with her own betrothed.
"Come in!" She calls and Lilia enters, carrying a tray with two ampules. The woman decidedly avoids eye contact with the na-Baron and bows deeply when he takes the delivery from her hands. Without a word, she scurries away.
"These are quick and effective. We also have formulas with a more long lasting effect. These give us about twenty-four hours," Feyd declares and swallows his dose without delay. His cock is leaking into his pants and he might just go insane if he waits any longer. He won't tolerate any further distractions. Technically, she doesn't need to take her dose on top of his, but Feyd already knew she would have freaked out if she didn't have her own.
She accepts the ampule and looks like she's immensely relieved that they have contraceptives at all around here. But of course they do. The na-Baron can't go around and impregnate every pet he's ever fucked.
His woman's eyes are focused and he realizes she's probably scanning the ampule. By the look on her face, she is not satisfied with the result.
"So, the effect is immediate?"
"Give it a minute or so, but yes." Feyd regards her with hooded eyes and reaches for her waist. When she slips away again, he is seriously tempted to take her to a playroom instead and shackle her to the headboard, fuck her until both of their bodies are numb and her chip is fried.
The engineer climbs off the bed and squats in front of the cryo pod, opening up the BioChem compartment. Equipment that she is not the most familiar with unfolds rapidly in front of her, offering her a tiny workstation. Instructions race over her interface, accompanied by a voiceover directly into her head.
"What are you doing?" Feyd growls with a voice as rough as a whetstone when she brings out a petri dish and drips a tiny droplet of the supposed contraceptive on there. She can barely hear Feyd over the voiceover so she sees herself forced to switch it off when stomping footsteps approach her from behind. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
"Just analyzing a sample real quick. I'm no biologist, but the medical module of the Sarcophagus' program should be able to tell me if-"
"Are you serious?" He barks. "I want to sleep with you." His arms wrap around her waist and drag her backwards, face buried in her neck, lips warm and wet against her skin, nibbling and kissing. She just barely manages to push the petri dish in the slot where it belongs.
"Feyd, wait!" She struggles against his hold though her core floods with heat under the assault of his lips. This is how people end up pregnant - because someone's lips and hands felt too good. "Why are you so… So angry?"
"Why are you so scared of me, and fighting me?! It's just me."
"I'm not scared, I'm just-"
"Don't lie! You are scared, I can see it in your eyes. And you think I'd betray you and give you a faux contraceptive."
With great power of will, she tears her neck away from his lips and spins around in his arms, walking him backwards until his thighs hit the edge of the bed and his knees bend. He looks up with big eyes, pleading and angry, pouty lips parted just a sliver, revealing the inkiness of his teeth behind them.
Feyd is convinced that she will slap him, the way she looks down at him like no woman ever has in his life, but she only cups his face firmly with both hands.
"I'm sorry but I will complete this test. I trust you, but I don't trust anyone else. Do we really know whose hands have prepared these ampules?"
He looks like a kicked puppy, or more like an alligator with a currently closed maw full of sharp teeth. But she also sees the acceptance in his gaze and that he deeply admires her wit.
"Fine then." Wistfully, he lets the fabric of her shirt slip from his fingers as she turns away.
This isn't how she had expected her next encounter with the BioChem compartment to go. Squatting bare-assed on the floor while the man she's in love with paces up and down behind her like a tiger in a cage. From her interface, which is permanently linked to the Sarcophagus as long as she's in range, she selects the molecular analysis tool, giving some pointers by adding that the sample at hand is assumed to be a contraceptive.
Estimated time: 47 seconds
"How long will this take?" Feyd rumbles.
"Only a minute."
"Why didn't you say that sooner!" He stops the pacing and watches, finding a modicum of appreciation for the scarily multifunctional metal block that dominates her room. Surely there are other uses for the sarcophagus that no human in his universe has ever even dreamed of.
"Oh, thank God," she sighs.
Analysis complete…
Rowing in Eden – Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor – Tonight – In Thee! - Wild Nights - Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson, 1861
A/N: In the next chapter they're finally doing it, I swear 😩
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Guide To Tone Tags ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Tone tags are little indicators people put at the end of a sentence or message to clarify the intent or feelings of that message ^-^ you’ve probably seen them before. They’re really helpful especially online because it can be difficult to tell the tone of something online through text, especially if you don’t know the person and their usual speaking habits.
Just as a note: please don’t use these ironically. It defeats the purpose of tone tags and can be very confusing for some people! Just leave the tone tag out if you’re being sarcastic about it.
♡ General Tone ♡
• /j - Joking - this message isn’t serious, it’s a joke.
• /hj - Half Joking - they are joking about something but they are also likely to do it or believe what they are saying. It’s a joke and it’s not serious, but there is a little bit of truth in it. (Usually this is in the form of exaggeration i.e. “I hate twitter/hj” means they don’t really hate twitter, they do dislike some aspects of it though)
• /s or /sarc - Sarcastic - they’re saying something that is opposite of what they actually mean or feel. (Sarcasm online is also represented a lot by using long words and random capitalization i.e. “I nEvEr Would HaVe KnoOoooooOOOWnnN” they mean this sarcastically - they knew).
• /srs - Serious - they really mean what they are saying, or what they’re saying is very important to them.
• /nsrs - Not Serious - they do not mean what they are saying or what they’re saying isn’t a big deal.
• /lh - Lighthearted - they don’t mean this too seriously, it’s for fun or generally well intentioned.
• /g or /gen - Genuine - what they are saying or offering is for real, they mean what they are saying sincerely, or they are actually asking for responses for a question - it’s not rhetorical.
• /nf - Not Forced - they’re asking for something but they’re not trying to pressure you or force you into doing it.
• /m -Metaphorically - what they’re saying isn’t literal or didn’t literally happen, they’re using this as a metaphor for a different situation.
• /li - Literally - the thing they are talking about actually for real happened or they believe it fully.
• /rt or /rh - Rhetorical Question - a question they don’t necessarily want responses to, it’s a statement posed as a question to make you think about the topic as opposed to actually asking for an answer.
• /hyp - Hyperbole - what they’re saying is extremely exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.
• /ex - Exaggeration - what they’re saying is somewhat exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.
• /pos - Positive - they mean this in a good way.
• /neg - Negative - they mean this in a bad way.
• /neu - Neutral - they don’t really have strong feelings on this or don’t really have an opinion on it.
♡ Feelings of the Author ♡
• /nm - Not Mad - they’re not mad about what they’re talking about
• /lu - A Little Upset - they’re a bit disappointed or sad or angry about what they’re talking about, but not too much.
• /p - Platonic - they mean this in a friendly way, they view you as a friend.
• /r - Romantic - they mean this in a romantic way, they view you as a love interest, crush, or partner.
♡ Intent of Message ♡
• /t - Teasing - they’re kidding around and teasing you, it’s not too serious.
• /th - Threat - this is an actual threat that they intent on following through with (I mostly see this one used ironically which irks me bc it defeats the entire purpose of using a tone tag so just be aware of that).
• /sx or /x - Sexual Intent - they mean this in a flirtatious and sexual way.
• /nsx or /ns - Non-Sexual Intent - they do not mean this in a sexual way, it’s more so platonic, joking, or lighthearted.
• /nbr - Not Being Rude - they’re not trying to be rude by saying this (note that this does not automatically mean what they’re saying is not rude, you can still be rude even if it’s not your intention to be).
♡ Who is Being Talked To or About ♡
• /nbh - Nobody Here - they’re not talking about anyone here (usually used in group chats or small communities).
• /nsb - Not Subtweeting - they’re not saying this as a vague response to anything or anyone, they’re just genuinely talking about it.
• /nay - Not At You - they’re not aiming what they’re talking about at you specifically.
• /ay - At You - they are specifically targeting what they’re saying for you.
♡ Where is This From / Miscellaneous ♡
• /ij - Inside Joke - it’s a joke but might only be understood by a small group of people. Don’t stress if you don’t get it or don’t understand what they’re talking about. Inside jokes are usually hard to explain to others.
• /ref - Reference - this is a reference to something else, usually a meme or piece of media.
• /ot - Off Topic - this is unrelated to what was being talked about before.
• /cb - Clickbait - usually this means the message is exaggerated or falsely advertised to get your attention. Often used in a lighthearted / joking manner.
• /f - Fake - the thing they’re tagging is not real. This is usually used for fake headlines or photos.
• /l or /ly - Lyrics - they’re reciting the lyrics of a song.
• /c -Copypasta - this is a copypasta, they copied it from somewhere else.
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VIRAL HIT
⋆ — offers .ᐟ ﹙hobin yoo﹚ .
warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .
“i'll show you a faster way to get money.” is what you said to the shorter boy before what was going to happen.
hobin gasps loudly when your tongue meets his perky nipple. he takes a fistful of your hair as your teeth graze him.
he lets out a whine, "not there!"
you ignore him, taking his wrists away from you and pinning them above his head. the weaker boy couldn't even resist.
he's doing this for the money. the money, the money. he repeats over and over in his head.
who is he kidding. he'd never slut himself out for a couple of bucks...
maybe.
electricity shoots up his spine as your hand slips down his pants. he squirms, messing your sheets up in the process.
“i-it tickles..." hobin’s lips form a thin line. your lips move from his nipple and to his collarbone, leaving feather-like kisses all around his body.
he lets out quivering moans when your warm hand wraps around him, gently pumping his half-erect cock – he was small and it was so adorable, it would hurt him if he knew that's what you thought – before removing your hand entirely to push his shirt up.
it’s your shirt to be specific, it didn’t fit the smaller boy properly but it was comfortable.
he drops his head to your shoulder and his hips hump the air from the lost friction. you unbutton his pants and pull them down, he helps you out by wiggling out of them.
he shakes his pants out off his legs, panting and in a hurry.
his slender fingers grip onto his underwear and he drops them. you whisper small praises in his ears and he nibbles on his bottom lip.
pretty? him?
you think he's a good boy?
hobin presses his thighs together, as if that'll help his little problem.
fuck, has he always been this desperate for someones touch?
his hands run down his stomach, scratching at himself to hold back from playing with himself in front of you.
“hands to yourself.” you whisper in his ear, staring at the side of his face.
he’s squeezing his eyes shut, face flushed in a harsh red. what an adorable boy.
“it is on myse–” you pinched his tip earning a muffled yelp, he tries his best to shut his legs as he cries into your neck.
you practically have to force him to spread his legs. his socks nearly slipped off by the way he kicks and struggles under your hold. when you manage to succeed, he was left a sobbing mess.
you shush and caress his head, placing a kiss to the side of his head, you can smell the scent of your shampoo on him. "shh, i know it hurts doll, what can i do to make it up—"
hobin lets out a frustrated shout in between his heavy breaths, he only snuggles deeper into your neck to hide his face.
"just fucking touch me already!"
#just started reading viral hit and i love him sm ☹️#dom!reader#dom reader#sub character#viral hit#viral hit smut#viral hit x reader#yoo hobin#hobin yoo smut#hobin x reader#hobin yu#yu hobin#sub viral hit#manhwa x reader#manhwa smut#webtoon smut
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Tonetag Masterlist
/aff - affectionate
/c - curious
/cp - copypasta/copy-paste
/der - derogatory
/dra - dramatic (typically in a joking, silly, or non-serious way)
/fond - fond (functions a lot like /aff)
/gen or /g - genuine
/gn - gender neutral
/gq - genuine question
/hj - half-joking
/hsrs - half-serious
/hyp - hyperbole
/ij - inside joke
/info - information
/ir - ironic
/irre - irrelevant
/j - joking
/lh - lighthearted
/ly or /lyr - lyric
/mnp - maybe not platonic
/mod - modding or doing admin duties
/nao - not an order
/nav - not a vent
/nay - not at you
/nbh - nobody here (used mostly in vents)
/nbr - not being rude
/neg - negative connotation
/neu - neutral connotation
/nf - not forced
/ng - non-gendered (don't mistake the g with genuine here)
/nm - not mean/mad
/npa - not passive aggressive
/nsrs - not serious
/nsx - not sexual intent
/ogj - ongoing joke
/ooc - out of context (out of oc in rp/cosplaying)
/op - optional
/ot - off topic
/p - platonic
/pa - passive aggressive
/pos - positive connotation
/q - quote
/qp - queerplatonic
/r - romantic
/ref - reference
/rh or /rhet - rhetorical question
/s or /sar - sarcastic
/silly - silly (typically in a joking, non-serious, or dramatic way)
/srs - serious
/sx - sexual intent
/sys - system/plurality related comment
/t - teasing
/th - threat
/vneg - very negative
/vpos - very positive
/vsilly - very silly
Note: I’ve been maintaining this list for myself and the discord servers I’m in for years now, and I figured I should also post it on tumblr. I will try to remember to update it when I update my own list. Feel free to submit any tonetags I’m missing, reblog it, and share the link to anyone who is confused about what the tonetags mean. Also, this is meant to be a masterlist, not a list of only the most common ones, so don’t get intimidated because you don’t have everything memorized- that’s what this is for!
#rain’s tips#tone tags#tonetags#accessibility#text#texting#chatter#discord chat#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#idk how to tag this#tonetag masterlist#tone tag masterlist#masterlist
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RANDOM WHIMSIGOTH + SPACE THEMED HEADMATE PACK 🌌💫🌗
names - astaria, sin, edenne, ambrosine
pronouns - she/null/star/nym
genders - stargender spacegender duskgender nocturlance woman
neu, masc, or fem terms ? - fem terms
orientations - lesbian demiromantic claustramor
age - 25
species - half human half elf
kin - spacekin
roles - caretaker + assidumate
likes - space, fashion, make-up, debates, working
dislikes - ppl who try and debate w/o facts, being bored, over-confident ppl
personality - confident, motherly, serious but can be fun, energetic, very extroverted
aesthetic - whimsigoth
fashion style - whimsigoth meets business casual
hand writing - neat, small, and cursive-y
typing quirk - Italic text.
religious / spiritual beliefs - astrolatry (the worship of celestial bodies, like the sun, moon, stars, etc)
appearance - she has pale, almost pure white skin. her hair is dark blue up and in a messy bun, and it has a few shining silver strands here and there. her body is thin. she’s very tall, standing at about 6’3 in height. she has the capricorn constellation birth mark on her lower left back in a glowing purple color.
HEX CODE #481494
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Here is kitty Kochi, from last year to currently.
When Kochi first began to gradually lose weight, I thought it was just due to age (she's about 14-15 years old). But, she began vomiting, lost nearly half her body weight, and was extremely hungry all the time. At the vet, her white blood cell count was high (along with high NEU, MONO, ETIC-HMG). She has developed either IBD (Inflammatory bowel disease), or cancer. We're hoping it's the former.
Due to the IBD, intestine inflammation wasn't letting Kochi's body take in needed nutrients from her food. Which is why she was so hungry all the time and lost a lot of weight.
Although, Kochi is now on medication, a special diet, and stabilized, flare ups still sometimes occur and she's barely gained 1.5 to 2 lbs since April 2024 (when she was diagnosed).
As a "starving artist," it seems I now must rely on the kindness of strangers.
If anyone would like to help provide aid for Kochi's care: Special food, fiber supplements, and calming diffuser (it mitigates anxiety to reduce flare-ups).... Then please look at this Giftster link: https://www.giftster.com/gift/public/wv7Zq/?q=show_back (Her medication I can only pick up at the vet's office).
Or, donate via Paypal to my email: [email protected]
Kochi and I greatly appreciate your generosity. Thank you so very much, everyone! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ *bows* m(_ _)m
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saw self proclaimed “anti paraphile” in desirdae community
while we can’t force anyone out we want to say that we are
FULLY PRO PARAPHILE and FULLY ANTI CONTACT FOR HARMFUL STUFF. (If your pro c / neu c fuck off please )
We have many members with paraphilias and collectively have Teleiophilia ( the attraction to 18+ as a minor )
>.>,, -Link
Evidence under cut of them being purposefully ableist .
( @desirtips thought you may want to see this !)
. Litteraly called all paraphilias disgusting. Didn’t even listen to us. Gross behavior.
also them saying “paraphiles DNI” is like ,,, pretty much more than half of most queer related communities.
( we had made a comment listing why being anti paraphilia is ableist. And how it’s being very much bigoted twords trauma survivors and how all paras aren’t “gross” and how paraphilias INVOLUNTARY. And yet they litteraly said “I know” and continued to be fuckinh ableist as hell.)
#tw anti para#cw anti para#tw ableism#cw ableism#pro desirdae#desirdae#desirdae coining#tagging for vamp
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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] NEURON by j-hope (with Gaeko, yoonmirae)
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
Your deep-rooted movement
Don’t ever lose it
‘Cause above all, it’s priceless
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
반응해, 모든 내 세포 All my neurons, they react
Get up, NEU
Get up, RON
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
시작해, 올곧은 내 배포 It begins, my righteous boldness
Better New
Better Run
NEURON, it responds to my mind
NEURON, it responds to my life
New Run, 다시 나를 위한 time New Run, a time for me again
내 신경을 곤두세워, 그때의 나처럼 dive I’m on full alert, dive back into what I was like back then
내 몸은 자유형, still freestyle My body is free form, still freestyle
세월 넘는 나의 영혼, a whole new type My soul jumps through time, a whole new type
So 뿌리 깊은 나무, 샘이 깊은 물 So a tree with deep roots, water that runs deep
그 의미가 바로, 날 깨웠던 세포니깐 The neurons that woke me up are the meaning behind that
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
반응해, 모든 내 세포 All my neurons, they react
Get up, NEU
Get up, RON
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
시작해, 올곧은 내 배포 It begins, my righteous boldness
Better New
Better Run
살아온 인생이 얼굴 위에 드러날 때 When the life I’ve lived reflects on my face
거울에 실눈을 떠 이 정도면 not bad I look in the mirror with half-open eyes, it’s not bad
강직함을 위해 승모에 힘을 뺐어 I relax my shoulders so I can stand upright
주어진 수십 가지 motivation The dozens of motivation that I’ve been given
세포와 세포 사이에 이어진 연결고리에서 At the points where neurons connect to neurons
사는 이유와 의미를 촘촘히 조립해서 I bring together closely the reason and meaning of life
세상에 번개 딜리버리 공의 비거리가 The distance a lightning delivery ball travels in the world
짧든지 길든지는 그들이 선택할 몫 It's up to each person to decide whether it's short or long
이제는 폭탄을 품지 않아 I don’t hold onto bombs anymore
크루에게 공을 돌리고 I pass the ball back to my crew
주말엔 닮은 꼴 아들과 캐치볼 Catchball on the weekends with a son who looks like me
변방에서 메트로 The metro on the outskirts
어린 시절 피아노 옆에 메트로놈 The metronome next to the piano from my youth
그걸 맞추는 게 일이 됐고 쌓이네 곗돈은 The metronome next to the piano from my youth
여전히 살얼음 I’m still on thin ice
미래의 불안감은 유령처럼 무대 밑바닥에서 와있고 Anxiety about the future lurks beneath the stage like a ghost
소리 질러 외치고 돌아와 I scream “make some noise” and go back home
집밥의 슴슴한 간으로 휴식해 Take a break with some bland home-cooked food
Make some white noise
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
j-hope 제곱 윤미래 we on a new level j-hope x yoon mirae we on a new level
사랑과 평화 움직이는 내 맘속 two letters Love and peace, two letters moving within my heart
Throw ya peace in the sky 손가락 두개로 Throw ya peace in the sky with two fingers
But no okie dokie 이보시오 검은날개 단 baby T But no okie dokie look here, black-winged baby T
뜨거운 불꽃피는 미소진 애기씨 (oh no) Young lady with a fiery smile (oh no)
j-hope done gave T the beat drop
Look at ya mad like how she get the best spot
‘Cause you can learn to flow
But passion it can’t be taught
I got a passion for the game
Hustle never stop
Music and family that’s what it’s all about
They keep me going like day in and day out
Music and family that’s what it’s all about
You keep me motivated on the days I hate it
Reminded that God created something special
Look at me, I made it
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
반응해, 모든 내 세포 All my neurons, they react
Get up, NEU
Get up, RON
N-E-U-R-O-N, attention
N-E-W-R-U-N, ain’t enough
시작해, 올곧은 내 배포 It begins, my righteous boldness
Better New
Better Run
I’ll tell you again
We’ll never ever give up, forever
I’ll say it again
We’ll always be alive to move us
Trans cr; Faith | Spot Check cr; Aditi & Annie @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS
Last updated on: 2024-04-02
#240329#bts#bangtan#lyrics#hope on the street#hots#hope on the street vol.1#yoon mirae#gaeko#neuron#j-hope#j hope#hoseok#jung hoseok
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Bird themed alter intro template! Made specifically for us, and our bird headmates. (∩˃o˂∩)♡ can be used and edited by anyone!
Super long and detailed. :D
❝(quote)❞
⋆˙౨ Fly with me? ৎ⋆ ˚。⋆
𓂃 ∘₊ ꒷꒦
*. ⋆ ◟(name)◝⋆.˚ ⋆.˚◟(age)◝*. ⋆ *. ⋆◟(prn) *ੈ (prn)◝⋆.˚
(note) [ 。𖦹°‧ ](link)
˚₊‧꒰ა Don’t touch the wings! ♬ ♪ boundaries ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Ⅰ Touch: y/n/a
Ⅱ Pet Names: y/n/a
Ⅲ Nicknames: y/n/a
Ⅳ Flirting /r: y/n/a
Ⅴ Flirting /p: y/n/a
Ⅵ Source talk: y/n/a
Ⅶ Sourcemates: y/n/a
Ⅷ Doubles: y/n/a
Ⅸ Teasing y/n/a
Ⅹ Terms: masc/fem/neu
(type) 𖤐 (source) 𓅓
┍ Species:
┡ Family:
┡ partner(s):
┡ Sign off:
┡ Role:
┕ Birthday:
╰╮✩˚ ❛ (quote) ❜ 。 ⟢ ‹3
[template by @deitiesdark on tumblr]
Creator notes: alright about half way through making this i kind of dropped the bird theme and just made it,,, what the alter we’re making it for wanted LMAOOO/…… its kinda star themed so ima tag as both !!
this has NOT been length tested with anything (pk, sp, etc.) !!!! ~ Template made by Keigo minor and Josefin!
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