#i want to be able to make something similar...

[dmitriene]

Maybe something with poor birdie having an anorgasmia (unable to cum or it taking a long time) and price (or whoever you want to write for) trying to fix it

i apologize it took me so long to finally write, but i do hope you'll see this and enjoy!

cw: anorgasmia, some stress and mentions of unhealthy relationships, john doesn't cures reader but they find a way to work, sex and comfort, strangers to lovers or something similar, my knowledge of the disorder comes from internet.

any disorder can make a person feel different, broken, wrong — not like everyone else, not as expected, and even if it is a trifle that can be cured, worked out, or just needs more effort, it will still make many people treat you with a kind of hostility, consider you as if you were an object of study under a microscope, and you are no exception.

anorgasmia shouldn't have been the problem that it really turned out to be, because there's nothing unusual or really terrible about having difficulty having an orgasm, you need a little more time, a little more attention, understanding, because the pleasure of sex doesn't go away, it's just that your body's reaction is slightly different.

or so you thought, but all your relationships collapsed like sand towers, washed away by the tide as soon as you failed to give your partner the expected reaction, sobbing moans, rolling, wet eyes and shaking from the spasms of a strong orgasm thighs, no, with most of them it either did not exist, or it was not so expectedly grandiose, a small splash, a little trembling all over the body, then silence and a dissatisfied grimace on the face, looming over you in anticipation.

dysfunctional, they spat bile and animalistic hisses, as if it was kind of an insult to them, although you never threw it on them, you know it's just your problem, let them know, looking at the sparkling eyes and proudly puffing chest — when they said that you slept with the wrong people, that they will definitely be able to make you drown in your climax and unearthly pleasure, but in the end, everything is the same.

you didn't let it parasitize your mental health, but you stopped looking for sex and turned away any attempts to start a relationship, preferring to therapy and numerous consultations, learning different techniques of self stimulation, erotic media and countless sex toys, and little by little, it became easier, but still, you were different, your pleasure more imperceptible, easy flowing, a short flicker, until you met john at another boredom night.

johathan price, as he introduced himself, is a charming man — a type that is found in romcoms, easy going, charming, a man big and strong, adorned with his age in the form of gray hair the color of cigarette ashes, neat beard and a mustache, deep wrinkles in the corners of his purest blue eyes, softness in the once steel strong muscles, which are now protected by a small weight, smoky laughter, scars on his arms and body that speak of the years spent on the battlefield, and yet he lost neither his beauty nor his sanity.

a natural, he communicates with a special ease that attracts the attention of everyone around him, as if a charm has been unleashed in the room, tactile, and his physical contact most likely confused more than one innocent young lamb, and you are no exception, not in front of him, not when he has already managed to see all your innermost secrets, seep through locked doors and rusty keyholes, undressing you layer by layer, sweet speech, warm drinks, a heavy and warm hand on your knee until you give in.

you promised, but john's kisses are as tart as whiskey and cigars, sweeter than honey and candies that burn the palate, his touches are deep, digging nails and fingers into the softness of the flesh, and at the same time stroking along all the curves, softening, he smells of something woody sea, tickling the nose and neck, where his beard scratches sensitively, chasing the kisses and bites, blossoming flowers of hickeys left behind, making you arch towards him pliantly, cling to his broad shoulders and strong forearms.

john lays you out in front of him more easily than poker cards, puts you back together easier than tetris, looks at a naked, vulnerable body with an undisguised, smoldering desire and a clear plan, not allowing himself a drop of pleasure until he satisfies you in the first place, no matter how hurting his cock looks, swollen and blazing rudy, beading pearls of leaking precum, heavy between his hairy legs, bracketing yours, as if to cage.

even when you pull at his hair, sighing languidly and moaning softly — telling him that it will take too long, it's not worth it, his growl shuts you up with a shudder of your spine, his calloused fingers running through the sopping mess of your cunt, stroking the folds, slippery and wet, fluttering at the touch along with the clench of your hole, needy and pulsating, eager for his hands and mouth as he get's to his work.

slick smeared all the way up to your labia, glistening all over your flesh, your thighs, as john's thumb runs up your sex in wonder, assessing, staining sticky and salty, savoring your tiny reactions, little twitches, shudders, sensitive keens from above, relaxing you to the point where you slip along the edges of your bubble, hazy and malleable, and only then he gives your cunt his mouth.

licking hungrily up the seam of your cunt, the savory taste coating his tongue right away, pulling a thundering groan, as he laves over, sucking at the hardened little nub he bumps into, slurping in his hot, drooling mouth, as your slick starts matting his messed beard, while you throb beneath his swelling lips, making him alternate between sucking and lapping up what slick gushes from you in shining rivulets, your body brimming with need, pleasure rolling in, arousal so sudden and strong your blood feels thick with it.

it's comes harder, this time, maybe because you denied yourself a person's sexual contact for too long, but this time, you cum with your legs clamping tight from being unable to fight this electricity, zapping through your whole body as you flood john's mouth with your slick, your back bowing, crumpling the sheets below as you almost hit your head against the headboard, his warm palm settling over the top, shielding, as you hiccup a chorus of moans, under the rasping coo of his voice, no note of being full of himself, cocky, just sweet encouragement of you.

only then, when sure that you've been at the throes of your pleasure, john acknowledges the bobbing weight of his painfully engorged, hard cock, wrapping a calloused palm around the length, slicked from the amount of pre his skin is coated in, jerking once, twice, thumbing against his slit with a huffed grunt of pleasure, before lining towards your gaping hole, the messy curls of his pubic hair brushing against your tingling, now sensitive skin, as you stretch around the girth of him, feeded gently till he's bottoming out.

mind still sluggish with lust, you push your his hips down, trying to take more, to make the deliciously slow thrusts turn into something more, rougher, as your blood sings for it, so john pulls back, lifts your hips, grip more bruising, and blessedly pumps you deep, crowding, cocooning you with his big, brawny body, snapping his broad hips harder and harder, the force echoing as a slaps of skin on skin, the wet squelches, the once again growing pressure inside your stomach is immaculate, heavy.

bodies flush together, john rocks gently into your tight heat, trying to prolong this pleasure, feeling, how you get closer again, so much quicker than any usual, the feeling of it overwhelming you, making your body trash, head hitting the pillows beneath, but he's heavy over your body, and it's comforts you, in a way, as chapped lips kiss your shoulder, and then he nuzzles against your temple.

breathing you in, smearing away your sweat, as you tremble with the need to cum, gasping for it, rocking, clenching with a shuddering twitch of your hips, sensitive and primed for another orgasm, and when your head rolls back with an arch of your kiss bitten neck, white hot pleasure blurring your vision, your every muscle tenses and then you come again, erupting in what feels like a torrent, and john whispers only lulling comfort and proud syllables, groaning deep as he cums himself, shuddering with you.

you're left feeling spent, muscles going lax, sagging into the mattress and crumpled bedding below, it's like your mind gotten into submission, too knocked out by onslaught of all the feelings that your system shut down, and you won't even move to rise up, john's breath coming up close, hard and puffing, as he kisses the marks over your throat as you recover, white spots still dotting the vision, legs unresponsive, so you just curl, and he drags his mouth over your warm skin, each kiss as a reward.

he won't say too much, wouldn't even bring what happened during sex, he has no permission to, no control over your body, it's only your merit that you trusted, relaxed, let the pleasure slip through your fingertips and climb higher, even if slowly, john just happened to be there at the right time, and he won't oblige you to anything, as you slowly fall asleep in his arms — but if you'll linger in the morning instead of disappearing away, he won't mind cooking you breakfast.

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[karikitdemonrp]

Kari sniffled, looking into her papa's eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks as she just sniffled and listened. She looked down for a moment, processing what the hero said and gave a nod while her eyes narrowed a bit in thought. "I... Think I get it." She muttered, voice still slightly trembling as she spoke. She looked back at the projection and sighed. The child slowly backed away from Hawks and went back to look at the journals again, one last time.

There she read a few more journals from her mother. A few from when she was pregnant with her siblings.

"Today is September 29th, I gave birth to my little boy Kitearo a few days ago. It's been exhausting but he's worth it. Lynx has been a huge help in taking care of our son. I looked into Kite's future and I saw he was going to have a lot of siblings. Not my first choice honestly. If you asked me five years ago I would have said two or three kids would be enough, not seven. But it feels right at the same time. While I saw his whole life unravel I couldn't help but feel helpless... But a part of me knows it can't be messed with, even though I want to save my son from an early grave. I'll have to wait until all my kids are born to get the full picture."

Kari frowned, figuring out pretty quick that her mother knew the whole time, or at least had an understanding.

"It's Febuary 23rd. Flo and Fino are a few days old now. I got a bit more of the picture since seeing Kitearo's future. They meet a similar fate. It hurts, but seeing them work hard to protect their youngest sister, a little girl with white hair, something isn't adding up. I know I can't stop it but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt a whole lot."

"It's been a rough few weeks, Shade has been a bit of a handful. Always curious but always quiet which is a bit unnerving. Sure she cries and makes noises but she's more quiet than not. The doctor says she has nothing wrong with her but I still worry. I was able to see into her future. Lynx has his work cut out for him that's for sure. So far I know all my kids and my husband die on the same day, doing the same thing. I can't say for sure where I am but I can make a few guesses. Again that little girl with white hair makes a big appearance. I'll name her Kari. Kari Kana Lee Himura, long name but it looks like it suits her. When she's born I'll hopefully get all the answers and try to write them down."

"Another pair of twins. I'm not super surprised, Lynx had twin younger brothers after all so I think that runs in the family. That and I saw them while looking into their siblings' futures. These two look mirrored, it's kinda cute. I've named them Boom and Beats cuz the symbols on their cheeks are cute music notes. They are the loudest that's for sure, it's funny. I've had so many kids and all of them are so different even though they're under the same roof and have me and Lynx as their parents. I know why they look so different and why their quirks are different, it's a side effect of my quirk after all. But their behaviors and personalities aren't tied to it, I don't think. It's so fascinating to watch them grow and develop... I know I probably only have a few more years to live. I've concluded I die in child birth when giving birth to Kari. I know I'll be leaving behind my family and my friends... But I noted that my nephew is the one responsible for the deaths of everyone, under the control of my sister given his pupils... Something isn't adding up but I'm guessing Kari develops my quirk. If that's the case then she needs to exist. It strengthens our quirk and hopefully she'll be able to help others like I did, in someway. Though that's her choice and I don't want to force it onto her. I'm glad dad talked me into writing that one entry about my quirk, I hope she can read it one day so she can meet me... Well, a snap shot of me. It won't be the same I know but it's better than nothing. I just hope she doesn't hate me or get mad. It's kind of a selfish reason but there's so much going on... I just hope she understands."

Kari sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "I... I don't hate you mom." She whispered after a few moments of silence, hugging herself. "I just wish I knew you." The child gulped and moved to look back at the journal about All of the Above and began taking notes. "But yea, I'm glad grampa talked you into writing about your quirk too... It's gonna help me a lot." She muttered then looked at Hawks. "You think we can go somewhere I can train? I... I wanna try doing this thing mom talks about. I'm not sure if I can get back into that weird mind space thing but... But if I can maybe you can meet my siblings, well a snap shot of them... This is kinda confusing." Kari puffed out her cheeks then went back to writing. "But we don't have to do it today if we can't."

Hawks didn’t speak at first. He just let Kari cry. He didn’t try to hush her or pull her away. He dropped down to one knee so she could lean into him easier, wrapping his arms around her small frame like he could shield her from every painful word she had just read. His wings even curled in slightly, a quiet gesture of shelter.

He held her gently as the sobs came out in waves—her pain wasn’t small, and it didn’t deserve to be treated like it was.

After a long moment, his voice finally came—soft, steady, low enough it didn’t try to overpower her crying but just… sat with it.

“I know, kiddo. I know it hurts. It’s not fair. None of this is. You didn’t get a choice in any of it.”

He tightened the hug slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head.

“But I need you to hear me when I say this next part, okay?” He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his own golden ones steady and full of something more than just compassion—it was conviction. “She didn’t die because of you. That’s not how this works. She died for you. And that’s something only someone who loves their kid more than anything in the world would do.”

His thumbs gently wiped her tears.

“Your mom knew the risks. She was a top pro. She wasn’t someone who walked into things blind. She fought to bring you into this world anyway, Kari. That means she wanted you here. She made a choice—and that choice was you.”

[rivereverie]

Just some observations on Astarion learning to see that he is loved

I just saw a clip of Astarion's response to his partner cheating on him with Mizora and it got me thinking. While his entire reaction is very telling and meaningful in its entirety, one line stood out to me:

"I really thought there was more to you. That you were better than other people"

This was striking because it immediately reminded me of something else he says, in the scene after his siblings attempt to capture and return him to Cazador:

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that."

These lines feel a little odd at first, because Astarion isn't known for putting the PC on a pedestal. I don't think that's exactly what he's doing here. I think these lines are just capturing the inner chaos and contradiction that naturally come with the gradual unraveling of a long-held worldview. At this point, Astarion is able to process that one person cares for and accepts him, but only one. They must be an outlier: an exception to the rule. Surely they're something special.

Obviously this isn't true, though, and the next step is for him to learn that the PC isn't actually unique in their ability to accept and care for him him. In fact, Astarion is already loved by others and just doesn't see it. This line of his is beautifully contrasted by Karlach's reaction to Astarion's near-abduction. She is righteously angry and protective because she loves Astarion too.

"I dare Cazador to sent more lackeys our way. This is our territory. I'll crack anyone who tries to come into my house and hurt my people."

Earlier in the story, we get a similar moment during the confession scene, showing again how Astarion isn't always able to see the truth of what others feel for him.

When he says this, he sounds surprised. Like the idea of a friend is a revelation. This kind of broke my heart when I first heard it, because I thought it was obvious to him that he already had friends, in both the other companions and my character. But I think a part of him genuinely was stuck in that old thought pattern of assuming that anyone who showed interest in him just wanted to use him. This also makes it clear just how divorced sex is from affection in his mind and experience. Though they've slept together at least several times and grown more emotionally intimate too, Astarion still needs confirmation that the PC actually cares for him.

I made a post once about the two triggers for Astarion's confession here, which further reveal his mindset: going out of your way and into danger to get his scars translated, or choosing not to force him into complying with Araj's dehumanizing demands. Both of these things are concrete demonstrations of respect and care for him and what he wants. Astarion knows very well how empty words can be, so actions are what finally help him believe that the PC cares about him, and gives him the impetus to confess.

Later, If you break up with Astarion, his reaction is extremely telling in that he regresses slightly from this healthier mindset he had developed:

"I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry."

Typically, we witness any traces of Astarion's self-deprecation filtered through irony or dark humor, so his vulnerability in this moment is stark.

He claims that he has very little to offer, but that just isn't true. He may be going through a bit of a crisis, but he is still a shockingly good partner given the circumstances. He is unwaveringly supportive, caring, and clearly tries to lighten his partner's emotional load when they begin to feel the strain of responsibility. Not to mention, just being himself still makes him perfectly worthy of being loved. In any relationship, there will be times when one person needs more support than they themself can give, and that doesn't mean that they aren't enough. We're seeing, yet again, that he sometimes just doesn’t recognize how deeply he is valued by others. At this point, maybe a part of him still feels like he needs to be of service in order to be accepted, let alone loved. I also personally interpret this line as partially concerning his insecurity around not "providing" his partner with sex at this time, reiterating this deeply internalized belief that he needs to perform in order to be valued.

All of these little moments add so much subtly and humanity to his character, and make his development feel natural and earned. The payoff is clear after Cazador's death, when we get to see his new confidence:

He doesn't have to ask "really?" this time.

"You believed in me - believed I was enough just the way I am."

He truly knows now that he is loved.

[prettydaisygirl]

hiii would you write something with dark!james again? something like, James plans something to scare reader to be able to save her after? (For exemple, he pays a guy to follow her or yell at her and James can come and save the day) I feel like it’s dark and twisted but perfect for dark!obsessed!james? I love your writing!! 🫶

hi nonnie! I absolutely LOVE to write for dark!James, so thank you so much for sending this in! I have been thinking about him recently, I love him. I hope you enjoy this one and that you're having a wonderful day <3

dark!James Potter x fem!reader who gets 'attacked' at the park ✿ 1.1k words

cw: fem!reader, James is a stalker, staged attempted kidnapping (?), master manipulator James Potter, James is a professional athlete

james potter masterlist

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Things are taking too long.

If it was up to James, he’d already have a ring on your finger and he’d be calling you his wife. He’d have you in his bed and he’d never let you out of his sight again.

But, he doesn’t want to scare you away, doesn’t want to run you off. He knows you’re already timid, given who he is and how forward he’s already been toward you. So no, James can’t just pick you up, force you into a wedding dress and carry you down the aisle, though that’s what he wants. 

What he can do, though, is scare you into his arms. He’d thought of the plan last week after he’d asked you to move in with him for the second time, and you rejected him again. 

“I don’t know, James…” You’d said, fingers twirling nervously, “Don’t you think it’s… a little soon?”

Part of him wants to be angry with you for not understanding that he is all you need, but he could never be mad at you. Not really. He just needs to give you a push in the right direction, right to him.

He’s waiting, now, lingering down the street from the park where he’d asked you to meet him. He followed your car here, though stayed far enough back that you wouldn’t notice him. He gave himself your location (and set it to always) on the first date too, and you haven’t turned it off yet, so it seems you haven’t noticed. 

He keeps his head ducked low, eyes narrowed as he watches you take a seat on a park bench. You play with the hem of your sundress, eyes glancing around as you take in your surroundings. And then, you reach for your phone, and your eyes lower. Bingo. 

James is slow in his movements as he climbs out of his car. His eyes never leave your figure, movements controlled so he won’t catch your attention just yet. Another man, an acquaintance of James’, climbs out of the car parked behind him. The two men meet eyes and exchange a quick nod. 

James waits, and watches, hiding in the shadows of a tree to avoid detection. He’ll come out when it’s time, he knows his cue. 

You’re sitting, scrolling through something on the screen, when a man-shaped shadow suddenly blocks the sun. You smile as you raise your head, expecting to see James. 

Only, it isn’t James. It’s some other man you don’t know. He looks to be around James’ age, but that’s where the similarities end. 

“Hello…” You greet him nervously, glancing around in the hopes that James might be approaching, arriving for your date. He isn’t. The man doesn’t move, doesn’t speak or really respond to you in any way. “Hello?” You ask again. Nothing, silence. He just stands there, menacingly. 

The silence goes on long enough that you get really uncomfortable, feeling antsy as you glance around and think of a way out of this. 

“Oh- uhm, I think I see my boyfriend over there.” You lie, but you gesture vaguely back in the direction of your car. Maybe if you can make it there, you can drive away and call James. It’s when you move to stand up from the bench that the situation takes a turn for the worse.

The man grabs your wrist firmly. You gasp, frightened and panicked, and try to jerk your arm from his grip. You struggle, but he’s stronger than you. 

“Let me go!” You cry out, but his fingers only tighten. He begins to tug you in the opposite direction, practically dragging you along as you try to fight back against him with everything you have. Your shoes scrape along the concrete and you can feel your eyes burning with tears, your entire body shaking. 

“Hey!” Like an Angel, sent by God himself, James Potter appears as your savior at the perfect moment. Your head whips around, and you take advantage of the slight loosening in your abductor’s grip to break free and run toward your boyfriend. Your very famous, professional athlete boyfriend. James gives you a soft look that makes you feel so incredibly grateful for him, and your appreciation only grows as he pushes you behind him. “Back off of her!”

James shoves the other man, who raises his hands like he’s somehow innocent. The sight of him makes you feel sick, wrapping your arms around yourself. You close your eyes as James continues to yell, and you don’t reopen them until James’ hands find your shoulders and he begins to lead you back to his car. 

“You’re alright, baby, yeah?” He asks you softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. You’re still shaking as he buckles you in, pressing a long kiss to your forehead before running as fast as he can to the driver’s side. He takes your hand the second he’s sitting down.

“I’m okay,” You finally manage, inhaling shakily, “That was really scary.”

“What did he want?” James asks, voice grunted and low like the thought of the man or what he was planning is still making him angry. 

“I don’t know,” You admit honestly, leaning across the center console of the car to be closer to your boyfriend. “He didn’t say anything. Just started pulling me.” 

“I’m sorry,” James brings your hand up to his lips to kiss, and you feel your shoulders finally start to relax again. 

“Thank you for saving me.” You say quietly, and he squeezes your hand. 

And James, of course, gets everything he wants. You come back to his apartment, where the two of you have a date in bed with your dress on the floor instead of picnicking in the park. He makes sure to be extra attentive, never leaving your sight for longer than a few minutes. You fall into his trap hook, line, and sinker. Just like he knew you would. 

And that night, when the two of you are still tangled together and covered in sweat, he whispers, “I think you should stay here from now on. It’ll make me feel better.”

And after a moment, only the slightest second of hesitation, you whisper back “I think so too.”

Just like he knew you would. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[day-azevir]

Woag it's slab system time!!

Some basic info; we all know Etho (he/him) whose been around the longest, Logo (it/its) who joined during season 3 a bit after Etho did, and Patho (they/them) who joined during season 6 while still trapped in the jungle

People who know about the slab system: Xisuma, Bdubs, Beef, Doc, Impulse

People who have a hunch: Cub, Ren, Gem, Tango, Hypno

People who don't know: Those not listed. Etho. Patho.

Xisuma found out during a code check after Etho was retrieved from the jungle. Bdubs, Beef, and Doc all gradually figured it out over time (mostly encountering Patho), but chose not to bring it up as Etho seems to get uncomfortable about it. Impulse realized somewhere between season 3 and 4 when Etho wouldn’t remember their interactions half the time (he had been meeting with Logo). He was the first to learn about the system, but because he hadn’t known Etho that long, he wasn’t sure if it would be rude to bring it up and was under the impression that the admins already knew.

Similar to Impulse, Hypno often encounters Logo, but hasn't put everything together himself because “Humans are just so goddam weird.” He knows something’s there, just not quite what (or I should say who). Cub found Etho ‘sleepwalking’ (ie Logo taking a midnight stroll) and took it back to base, to which Logo commented on his situation with the skulk in a totally non-threatening manner before giving the front back to Etho. Etho, who had no recollection of how he got into Cubs base, was unable to give any explanation and left. Cub was not able to sleep for several nights after. Gem and Tango both met Patho when they woke up and ‘tried to escape the jungle’ and nearly ran off the server. The two ended up having to fight them for a bit, but eventually Etho started to wake up and Patho was forced to back off. Tango has been around long enough to believe that there might be a system, but doesn't want to assume. Gem took notice of the different fighting techniques between Etho and Patho, so she made a mental note to look into it later.

Etho has no idea. He usually doesn’t remember when the others front, and when he does just shrugs and brushes it off. ‘Well that was weird and out of character… Time to make tnt :)’ Genuinely oblivious. Things are very similar with Patho in that regard. They don’t front often and so things are often fuzzy and memories feel more like dreams and vice versa - they honestly still think they're in the jungle most of the time and nothing is real. Logo, on the other hand, is very aware of the others. It doesn’t talk much and is a big fan of Minding Its Own Business, but does enjoy hanging out with the voidlings.

But while 2/3 don't know about the others, they still have very fun effects on each other;

As always, open for asks about slab system!

[tucsonhorse]

I am autistic and I find that being precise is very important to me. With some people I will find myself doing things like sharing more detail about something someone is talking about or letting them know about a common misconception or similar and they seem to get really annoyed about it. And like I try to be nice about it and only correct the big things, but some people get mad if I say anything.

I don't think you're being a contrarian like your sibling, I've dealt with people like that before and it's annoying and in my experience most people avoid them, not to mention lots more people complain about it. I think these specific people are saying you're always picking a fight because they see anything other than complete agreement/acceptance of what they're saying as an argument. That's a common thing with people who are more authoritarian types, especially if they are dealing with someone that they think they do or should have authority over.

When it comes to talking a lot I see two possible reasons. First is anxiety. Autistics, especially late diagnosed autistics, are often misunderstood. So we develop a coping mechanism of trying to explain every nuance of what we mean and cover every possible misconception in order to avoid being misunderstood. This means we tend to go on at length (much like my reply here...), even more so if we're anxious or dealing with someone who has previously criticised or misunderstood us.

My second thought is if you're talking about a special interest. From the context it doesn't sound like that's what's happening in the situations you're talking about, especially since you don't want to be talking.

I can't tell you why your sibling is like this. I can tell you that my mom's whole family is like that and they all seem to enjoy "discussing" things with one another. I don't understand it and most of the rest of us hate when they do it, but my mom and certain of her siblings (and her father when he was alive) could argue for hours and clear out a whole house as the rest of us ran away from it.

To stop talking a lot if it's from anxiety takes practice. You start by trying to recognize when you're doing it, which can be tough. Once you're recognizing it you can work on stopping yourself when you notice it happening and work on becoming comfortable with the idea of being misunderstood so that you don't feel the urge to explain so in depth.

As for telling the difference between a conversation and an argument, that's a lot harder in my experience. Some of it is recognizing tone of voice and if the person's voice is getting tight/tense then I assume that they think I'm arguing (this requires being able to perceive tone of voice). If that happens I will stop adding information or disagreeing with them at all and usually try to exit the conversation as soon as I can. If I still want/need to add information I'll try starting with phrases like "I totally agree, and also..." to make it explicit that I am agreeing with them rather than arguing. And with people who seem to always think I'm arguing I will basically stop sharing any information with them. When I feel the urge to correct them or add context I'll ask myself if their lack of knowledge/incorrect knowledge is or is likely to cause genuine harm to themself or others and if the answer is no then I just don't say anything.

Question that I suspect is autism related

I have, on more than one occasion over multiple decades, been told that I “need to have the last word” and that I “have a response for everything”.

Additionally and in a similar vein, I’ve been told that “everything is an argument with you” and I “always have to say something”.

When I was a little kid I was bad at conversations. People said stuff I had no opinion on or didn’t need follow-up and so I wouldn’t answer and they’d get bored. And eventually through trial and error I figured out that if someone said something to me, all I had to do was say something related back, and the interaction could go on as long as it needed to.

But then as a teen- and now as an adult- a number of people (mostly people I’ve found to be very delicate and particular about things in a sort of need-to-be-in-control authoritarian way) have expressed the identical observation about how I naturally try to converse, and I’m not sure what to do about it.

And the thing is, I have a sibling that talks like this too. We bicker all the time. He changes his own opinions seemingly at a whim for the purpose of being contrary, and it’s impossible to make a statement or observation out loud without him contradicting it, and even when he is demonstrably, factually wrong about something, he will dig his heels into the dirt and defend his stance to the grave.

And like. I hear myself responding, or adding on to people’s comments, but I don’t hear the ‘arguing’ they describe, or the contrarian habits of my sibling. Even when I’m paying attention and being bery careful not to follow up too much or speak too often or disagree or correct something that isn’t important, I get called out for “picking a fight”. They say something, I answer, they reply, I continue, then seemingly out of nowhere they snap. I think everything’s fine until suddenly it isn’t.

And so I guess my question is, how can you tell if you’re a contrary sort of person? How can you tell when to respond or follow up on a person’s statement and how do you know when to leave it in silence? Does everybody see me this way, and is it only people who are already short-tempered who are willing to say it?

I honestly don’t really have that much to say, and half the time I don’t even really want to talk at all, but I’ve been told countless times that I “just seem to like the sound of your own voice” and have to just be “tuned out after a while”. So if it isn’t necessary and I don’t even want to, why am I doing it?

Is there a reason I’m like this? Why is my sibling like this? How do I stop talking when there’s nothing to say, and how can I tell the difference between a conversation and an argument before the other person visibly snaps?

I’m a full grown adult

[halfadiamond]

Here’s the idea I was thinking of based off this post, I still haven’t found the exact post I was describing but I don’t think it was omegaverse centric

Omegaverse AU (but the men are alphas and are mated to each other)

TF141 where you’re an omega who’s the medic for the men. At first, you guys get along fine, they consider you to be a great medic and a great friend.

They think you’re shy and adorable.

Soap is always coming by your area to talk to you, he thinks you’re just so cute and it becomes like an extrovert adopting an introvert.

Gaz is a bit more able to handle your shyness and isn’t as extroverted as Soap but he does come by often to talk to you.

Price thinks of you like a little deer where you get caught off guard easily or how you’re quick to run off when flustered. He even gave you the nickname Their Little Doe. It ended up sticking and all the men call you that.

Ghost doesn’t mind the quietness. He’s a bit quiet as well but he says a snarky comment or two and loves seeing you laugh at it. Other times, you guys are just focused on your own work but enjoy the silent company of the other.

It was a friendship until it wasn’t. They knew you were an omega and they were alphas. You guys all got too close and you felt that they were courting you by the way they acted:

They would have a chair ready for you at the mess hall

If they knew you wanted extras/ the food was a favorites of yours, they’d always have it ready for you

You started receiving gifts from them such as sketches, anything that you’re interested, flowers, and they even started giving you some of their clothes to wear (but you think it’s them wanting to get you used to their scents)

They always had to come see you no matter if they were exhausted, they needed to see you and see how your day went

You even ask the men and they act a bit oblivious to their actions but maybe they’re just shy so you go along with it

This little game continues on for awhile until you tell them that you would like to mate with them and you’re surprised when they tell you that it’s too soon/ they’re not ready yet

You’re a bit confused but decide to wait, you endure through your heats by yourself (it’s not as strong with your medications so it’s manageable), the waiting turns into six months then into almost a year and you ask again

Same answer as before. Now you’re starting to feel that they don’t want to mate with you but you try to remain positive until you reach about a year and a half

So when you go off to Las Almas with Ghost and Soap as their medic. Ghost and Soap notice that you’re keeping your distance from them, or more like a professional distance; they first assume that it’s because you’re in an area with men you’re unfamiliar with. PriceGaz are a bit upset because you haven’t contacted them that much but conclude that you’re just busy.

This is where Graves comes in. He meets you and is smitten. He thinks you’re adorable and while the men are playing stupid, Graves begins courting you as well and while you’re upset that the men didn’t act bold like Graves, you can’t help but fall for his charms and boldness. Graves is smart and keeps this under the down low so Ghoap don’t notice.

Unlike the other men, he doesn’t wait long before asking you to mate with him and you accept. However Graves tells you that he’ll mate with you when your heat comes.

Graves betrayal comes and you happen to be there as well. And during the little talk before the action happens, Graves holds out his hand and tells you to come over here because he doesn’t want you in the crossfire.

Ghoap expected you to say no that you don’t work with traitors but you don’t. You take his hand and effectively betray them as well.

Now Ghoap has to figure out three things:

How are they going to explain this to Price and Gaz

How can they make this right and get you back

How can they hide a body

It could also work with you already being their omega and following something similar to my other story, You Think It’s Love, maybe it’s better for it to follow something similar to this 🤷🏻‍♀️ cuz I can’t really think of as to why they wouldn’t mate with reader.

Like here’s the reasons I can think of:

They’re already smitten with reader and too scared that being mated will make them too obsessed/ possessive

They don’t think they deserve reader until they work on themselves but they still want to show her that they’re interested in her

They think she may not be fully ready for a bond with four other alphas even if she says she is

I realized it’s similar in plot to this one shot (halfway through writing this) so I’m going to give credit to it because I remember loving the plot. I’m not sure if she feels comfortable with me tagging her but I wanted to give credit: @/lay-z

Also the divider is made by me (it’s pretty basic but it’s cute)

[cripplecharacters]

i want to give one of my characters narcolepsy, she already has a job(she works at a combination flower shop/coffee shop) and i was wondering how it would affect her work? like work hours, amount/length of breaks, what type of work would best and if she would even be allowed to work cuz i know certain disabilities make it so you cant work. (i apologize if this is insensitive or ableist in any way)

Hello!

As a disclaimer: we don't have any mods with confirmed narcolepsy atm. I don't have narcolepsy but I do have a sleep disorder that presents similarly. If any of our followers have narcolepsy, please feel free to chime in!

She would still be able to work, though there will be jobs where she won't be permitted to work such as those involving heavy machinery.

The setting that you described (The flower/coffee shop) doesn't seem like it would be any problem and accommodations for her would be pretty simple to implement!

For me, I'm lucky enough that my job is already structured in a pretty accessible way for me. I usually work anywhere from 1-3 hours at a time, which means I can rest/nap before and after as needed. Because of the nature of my job (I'm a transcriber and switch on/off with my coworker every 1000 words), I'm also able to get up and stretch or take a quick walk if needed.

Something similar might be beneficial for your character! Maybe instead of having one hour long break, for example, they can have four fifteen minute breaks.

A flower shop is also a good setting to be able to walk around as needed. If they're starting to get tired and know that movement will help them, they can easily switch to another task that's more physically demanding such as sweeping up fallen leaves, potting plants, making flower arrangements, etc.

The coffee side of things might be a bit more difficult but the same idea applies there too!

Something else I really love about my job is that I'm able to pick my own hours/schedule. For me, I find that I have the most trouble staying awake at around noon so I do my best not to schedule myself during that time.

If your character has the ability to do something similar, that might help!

And as a final note: don't worry about seeming ableist or insensitive! This blog was created as a place for people to ask questions and improve their disabled characters. The fact that you're reaching out for advice and thinking about this stuff is great and your questions are completely reasonable.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[wisteria-lodge]

What do you think about Draco’s and James’s similarities + differences but opposite treatment in the narrative?

Since Draco does have a full detailed explanation behind his behavior, he was raised to think it’s okay but they should keep up appearances, and he often witnessed others doing it first. James does not have any sort of explanation other than his parents pampered him.

Both said “Think I’d leave, wouldn’t you”. However Draco said it in context of trying to find something to bond with Harry over whereas James just wanted to bully Snape.

In Goblet of Fire, Draco points out how the death eaters could attack Hermione to scare the Trio into leaving him alone, however James actually did what the death eaters and threatened to do worse since he took his frustrations with Lily out on Snape. In Said confrontations, The Trio were the ones who accidentally came across Draco but James approached Snape out of boredom.

Both had prejudiced beliefs but Draco actually gave up his childhood prejudices but we have no proof James did.

While James did help Snape, he was also helping His friends and he went right back to sadisticly bullying and he was the main instigator.

Draco spared his enemies and tried helping them with no ulterior motives and fully expecting to be tortured/killed. While he did go to Harry in the room of requirement, he didn’t actively participate in the attacking, aside from trying to stop Crabbe from attacking the Trio. He also even expresses concern for Harry.

Yet James is somehow seen as more heroic.

James dies, Draco doesn't. It's the Draco vs Regulus framing thing all over again. As far as JKR is concerned, dying heroically just fixes everything, I guess.

A related part of her worldview is that suffering purifies you and makes you a better person. I do think that's the intended purpose of the super deliberate James + Draco parallels ("I think I'd leave, wouldn't you? [if I was sorted into X house]" - is really on the nose.) It's supposed to communicate how Harry would have looked, if he'd grown up like James or Draco. (Wealthy, only child, wizard parents who dote on him and spoil him.) Under difference circumstances, Harry could have had more of an ego, been more entitled, given into the brutal streak that he does have. When we first see school-age James, he's described as "It was as though [Harry] was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes." That's a very interesting description, and I think ties in nicely to an "alternate universe Harry" reading.

This is also something that seems to have been on Dumbledore's mind. He describes 11-year-old Harry as "You were not a pampered little prince [ie, James], but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances. Thus far, my plan was working well."

So: As far as he's concerned, leaving Harry with the Dursleys is not just justified but good, because it's made Harry a better person. Considering that Dumbledore, Snape, Dudley, Ron (arguably Draco) also have personal growth arcs kick-started through suffering... I'd say this is a point of view the text supports overall.

But another thing... is that I've always thought JKR writes friend group dynamics really, really well. They're messy, shifting, warm, tight-knit and complicated. Outside dynamics like class, politics, and discrimination come in, and bounce around in unpredictable ways. Even if there was some way to cleanly add up everyone's 'bullying points' and 'victim points' or whatever, and plug them into some formula, and be able to come out with some definitive statement like "Draco had it worse than Peter" - I wouldn't want to do it. What makes the Harry+Ron+Hermione+Draco dynamic interesting... and what makes the James+Remus+Sirius+Peter+Severus+Lily+Regulus dynamic even *more* interesting... is that basically everyone has an area in which they're powerful or privileged, another area where they're vulnerable or disenfranchised (with the possible exception of James)... and it makes for these fantastically complex character dynamics and vicious cycles.

Because every single one of these characters is written with some degree of ambiguity, (some more than others...) which ones you gravitate towards, and which ones you dislike end up being more of a personal Rorschach test than anything rooted in the books.

Like, I can see from your ask that you're inclined to give Draco a very positive edit. (and I mean, come on, I love Draco too.) You read Draco as vulnerable during the scene where the Golden Trio finds him the woods during the World Cup chaos, and decides to "scare the Trio into leaving him alone." That is absolutely a read that makes sense, but it's one that you're bringing to the book, there's nothing in that scene to suggest that Draco feels threatened. My personal read is that Draco - always squeamish about violence - is actually worried about Hermione on some unexamined level, because everything he says during that scene is advice on how to protect her, just expressed in a really asshole-ish way. But I think the read intended by JKR is - here's Draco, being an asshole, dishing out some exposition.

[thecorefrisk]

Um, here’s my suggestion to the DP fans who want to only DP content… why not make your own tag??

I’ll probably sound passive aggressive when saying this but I understand. It’s super frustrating trying to find content for one fandom and then seeing completely different content.

Why not make a ‘dp only’ tag? That way anyone could find any sort of Danny Phantom only content without having to scroll through countless of other works to get to it.

I get it, it’s much more easy to put up a wall than build a bridge but creating an entirely new tag for yourselves can also be a rather constructive choice!

(My only question is… why is this an issue now rather than earlier? Is this something a lot of DP fans have been already thinking or it more so a recent thing??)

—

Edit: I posted something similar in the comments and I have a reblog up for anyone to see but I’ll say it here as well! This post was likely founded in my own hurt!! I personally think it felt entitled for me to say, someone else said it sounded condescending. Those two things don’t exactly contradict each other!!

(But the condescension part might’ve been just my lack of understanding of how my words come across to others due to the autism thing, but y’know, no excuse unless my entire family also happened to die before I wrote this. Which did NOT happen if you’re wondering, I’m just scared they will and that’s like, super different.)

I have had a history of being pushed out of things and spaces in which I should’ve been accepted into (ex: autism spaces, other fandoms, friendships). I was trying to ‘nice’ and also give my own opinion at the same time. (A skewed opinion.) I knew the whole discourse made me feel… bad but I didn’t know where it came from and I just posted this in an impulsive decision.

Not necessarily to go ‘ha! Losers!’ But to put up sort of shield to defend myself. So, I am sorry. For the condescension and for the passive aggressiveness. I already knew that was a problem in my speech but I didn’t realize it was THAT bad.

Uhh, let me review the things I did wrong. (I like lists.)

First off, I disregarded a group of people’s feelings for my own. Second, I decided to ‘bring up a solution’ that was more so a half assed compromise which was likely already someone else’s suggestion as well. Third, I also just so ‘happened to forget’ that the DP tag… WAS your tag. That you should be able to go through it without someone else shoving content from a different fandom in your face in all directions.

I mean, if I want my feelings to be heard, I should be hearing other people’s feelings too. It’s not fair for me to bring up my own opinions, expect them to be taken as seriously as anybody else’s, and then not give that treatment. And also I should probably learn impulse control?? I think I have a grip on it unless I feel hurt. Otherwise I’m fine.

It was probably, to me, that the post I first saw about it made it feel like people were going ‘…get out?’ (The post I saw was one asking for people to exclusively use the DP x DC tag for those kinds of posts. Which, in itself, is actually not a bad idea and would allow for further freedom as people are allowed to be separate but connected to the DP fandom and perhaps even the DC fandom.)

Basically, I was projecting my own past trauma onto this random person who just felt frustrated they had to scroll past what felt like a million posts just to get to the fandom they wanted to see. And the kind of posts they saw, might’ve not been the kind that they wanted to see at all which is even more frustrating. They likely wrote in a moment of frustration and it kind of came off as such in their writing. But that doesn’t mean that my reaction is their fault in the slightest.

It means I had a reaction to something I felt was hurtful. I’ve written this line before but when I sat down and actually thought about it all it felt all the truer. ‘They aren’t trying to give you a bad time, they are having one’. I made it about me— which was not cool of me.

So, again, I am sorry. I hope this comes across as me actually taking accountability for my actions and not another passive aggressive fat amount of text like I fear it will be.

Thank you, though! To the people who were so, so nice in the comments. You weren’t, like, mean to me about this even though I was sounding pretty bratty. Some were a little frustrated but it was in a way that I could understand and your hearts were all in the right place. Because even though this seems very small— a fandom having a space on Tumblr to be able to see their own content— it gives people a place where they can meet people who like the same things and even make friends out of it. And you also expressed your thoughts in a way that I could get! Which was super sweet, thank you so much. :>

Mwah, mwah, love you!! 🫶🏼

[cloudbends]

So. skip and loafer chapter 72 thoughts. lives were changed.

it's something i say endlessly, but what truly works so beautifully about shima and mitsumi's dynamic is that, first and foremost, its constituted on both of their genuine admiration and appreciation of each other as people, and as forces in each others' lives that make them strive to better themselves and become worthy of the other. i think their last interaction in this chapter encapsulates this perfectly on both ends.

shima, since the beginning of this manga, prominently never initiates physical touch. he simply doesn't do it with anyone other than mitsumi, and then when he very rarely does, it's in incredibly significant moments. given both of his social status that he sorely hates, and our newfound knowledge of his relationship with his mother, characterized by trauma of abuse, it makes sense - his wariness of physical touch crystallizes his wariness of showing vulnerability and exposing his true self to others. the first to come to mind is in chapter 11, when he grabs mitsumi's hand - it's a similarly sudden gesture that symbolizes shima's rare vocalisation of his feelings for her:

Considering these two moments are 60 chapters apart, it's incredible to see just how much both of them have grown. how shima's beautiful character arc culminates in fulfilling himself and letting his emotions out after bottling them for the vast majority of his life, and how coming to terms with his past and re-finding his passion allows him to come to terms with his feelings and act on them - because he finally feels like a whole enough person, worthy of the person he admires and loves. Shima had to have gone through his arc - open himself up on stage and gain some sort of closure from his mother, allowing to "be a kid again" as he ought to be instead of forcing himself to adopt the facade of maturity, in order to, for once, he acts on a whim - to show his genuine appreciation for mitsumi which he's only been able to internally ruminate over.

I think the significance of this gesture for mitsumi cannot be understated either. It's been established many times over that just as shima struggles with wanting to catch up to mitsumi, mitsumi has had similar feelings of inadequacy in comparison (see: "i always knew it was too much for me"), and it's been apparent that she's been somewhat walking on eggshells ever since their breakup. while of course mitsumi has self esteem and it's one of her great qualities, she is also significantly characterized by insecurities - thinking she wants to be important to shima one day, thinking, after the breakup, "of course this amazing person was never within reach for someone like me". which might make one insane given how absolutely important she is to shima. this is why she purposely chooses to shy away form approaching him at first, regardless of how mesmerised she's been by his performance - he's surrounded by people which, she assumes, are more important than her - and so she settles for staying in the back, but wishes to tell him how genuinely great he was. so in this sense, mitsumi is posited in a similar position to the one shima has been - they're both constantly struggling to become worthy of the person they admire. shima, having been so emotionally paralysed to the point he couldn't convey his feelings to mitsumi properly, probably fed into her subconscious feelings of his being out of her reach.

That's why that moment is so incredibly cathartic for both of their character arcs. shima, having finally come to terms with both his feelings and his past, is finally taking his turn to externalise his feelings like mitsumi did before, while mitsumi finally gains the appreciation and recognition she's been subconsciously missing. finally, they (hopefully) realize their outmost importance to one another - shima caught up to mitsumi not just in having fulfilled himself or (at least in his own eyes, as we all know he always was) being worthy of mitsumi, but also in voicing his feelings for her. and i'm so proud of him !!! the writing being so careful and nuanced around it just, yet again, shows the masterful understanding of human relationships in skip and loafer. i love these two so much

[quinloki]

CYOA - Silvers Rayleigh

Professor Rayleigh/fem!Reader

Summary: Your grades are shit, and it was really just a bunch of small crap that piled up. You've been able to claw you way to passing grades for most of your classes, but you can't seem to make the mark with your art class.

Professor Silvers is willing to work with you.

CW: Story is dubcon/age gap overall - Bondage, sensory deprivation, exposure, nipple play, edging, forced orgasm, minors dni

Part 1 -:- Part 2 -:- Part 3 -:- Part 4

Part 5: Brushed Aside

“C-cum,” you husk, body shivering. “Just let me cum, please. I don’t… I don’t care how.” 

“However I wish, hm?” The tone in his voice makes your stomach twist, but before you can speak up he teases your nipples roughly, pulling a loud moan from your lips. “Let’s make a small lesson out of it then.”

His hands leave your breasts and you can hear him step away. The shift in what you expected and what was happening makes your brain stutter.

“Wha… a lesson?” You try really hard not to whine the words. You want him to let you cum and then finish what he needs. It’s all already too embarrassing. Your bluff was called, and your arrogance had put you here, so you weren’t going to argue, but you didn’t want it to drag out.

“Certainly,” he says, the tone of a teacher in his voice. You can hear the clatter in of things being moved and gathered while you’re left restrained and exposed. “Opportunities for teaching should always be utilized.”

His voice is close again, and you hear the soft shuffle of a stool, certain he’s sitting down in front of you. 

“Think of it as a quiz that will be used to help your grade.” He says, and you’re sure you can hear the bullshit in his tone. It’s a pretense, and you’re well aware of that at this point. “Identify this brush.”

He says the words and you gasp as soft, dry bristles press against the back of your thigh. He brushes up your thigh firmly, like a man painting on canvas, teasing your skin with the bristles. It’s wide and dense, closer to something you’d use to paint a wall, not use on a person.

“Va-varnish brush, the buh-brush to put down a bah-base coat.” You stammer, trying not to let the sensation get to you. More than anything it tickled, even with the firm pressure he was using.

“Very good,” he brushes the bristles against your leg quicker, getting you to squirm before he stops. “A good start.”

“Professor, I, I’m not an art major, I don’t-.”

“I’m sure you paid attention in class, despite the distractions you had outside of it. You’ll do alright, I’m sure. I’m not going to ask you for measurements.” He asserts. “Just shapes and names.”

“Here, another easy one.” He assures you, before soft, thin bristles tease your nipple. It’s dry like the one before, he’s not painting anything onto you, but the sensation tickles, and you can’t see him, so every brush is a surprise.

One nipple, then the next.

“Haaa, please,” you whine, trying to move your sensitive nipples away from the brush you can’t see. “I can’t, I can’t…” Rayleigh changes his action, brushing this new one down your stomach back and forth in light quick strokes. 

“Fan brush!”

You nearly scream the word, between the way it tickles your stomach, and the fact that he was trailing down lower and lower had you on edge. Your breath is coming out heavier than you expected, your skin is tingling, and you’re caught between wanting to stop, and wanting to get the kind of relief you know he can give you. 

Better than you could yourself. You didn’t want to leave a desperate situation only to be frustratingly unsatisfied later. 

A new brush slips up the back of your other thigh. It feels similar to the varnish brush, but smaller. 

“This one will be more difficult,” he warns. “There’s a couple that would feel similar, so focus on the defining characteristics.”

Filbert, bright, flat - they came in different widths but the brush shapes were similar. Bright and filbert would be thinner at the tips, less square than the flat. 

“Maybe…” you start to answer and hesitate. He moves the brush, teasing your nipple with it. “Not, not there I can’t - think - I can’t concentrate, please.”

“You’re more sensitive here, pay attention.” He asserts, as he paints a lazy circle around your nipple. Around both of them, a brush in each hand. 

“Not.. not flat,” you gasp, realizing the tips were too rounded.

“Good, you’re on the right track.”

He changes again, flicking the bristles over your nipples, back and forth, heavy strokes that almost feel like someone licking you. It feels good, almost painful it’s so intense, but you want it, you need it. If he continues for a little longer you might cum from it.

“Focus.” He says, tapping the tip of your nose with the bristles and no longer teasing your nipples. “Answer.”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” You admit, frustrated because he stopped.

“Guess. It’ll be educated, you were on the right track.”

“Bright?” You answer, unsure if it was that or the filbert.

“Ah, no. It’s a little too blunt. This has a more rounded tip.”

“Filbert, then.” You correct.

“Indeed, but you didn’t get it right the first time.” He says, and you hear him rummaging through something, a box maybe. “I won’t deduct points, we’re trying to get you ahead after all, so let’s do this.”

The sensations come all at once. His lips against one nipple, his fingers on the other, and his other finger swiping over your clit before pushing inside your sopping pussy. You gasp and squirm, getting nowhere because of the contraption you’re in, and the surprise sounds pulled from you turn to pleasurable ones very quickly.

You couldn’t sort out why he would finally make you cum when you answered it wrong, but you didn’t fight it. You needed it. Not even the slower pace of the pop quiz had let your body calm down. You weren’t going to be able to relax while you were restrained like this.

Rayleigh moves his mouth away and grabs your wet breast, you scream as the clamp applies cruel pressure to your tender flesh. He holds your tit until you calm down, and then grabs the other.

“No! Please, it - huuUUURRRRTS!” You scream again as the other clamp grabs on. He cups both breasts when you thrash, keeping them steady despite your struggles.

“They’ll hurt worse if you move.” He says licking your throbbing nipple and making you groan at the mix of pleasure and pain. “You can answer three more questions, can’t you?” 

“Three? N-no, I … I don’t -.”

Rayleigh’s fingers push inside your pussy and you can feel the heat of his breath on your face. “Or you can beg me to fuck you.” He says in a voice low and full of lust. “Tell me you want me to use my cock and fuck that pretty hole of yours until you cum.”

“Hnnngh!” Your body tenses at the sudden pleasure and you try to close your legs. “Please, I said be-before just, do whatever!” You nearly sob the words, the pleasure of his fingers are at odds with the throbbing pain in your nipples.

“No ambiguity, young lady.” He asserts, nipping at the bottom of your earlobe. “Beg for it, or take your chances with the quiz.” His thumb rolls against your clit. “I’ve got the perfect, toothy clamp, for this sweet spot if you get more wrong than right.”

“No!” You cry, trying to get away from him. “No, no don’t put one there, don’t! I - please, anything but that. Just, just let me go! I’ll… I’ll take the fail, I won’t say anything, I’ll-.”

“Won’t say anything?” He hums the words, leaning back as you stammer and lifting the blind fold up. He’s still dressed, and there’s boxes of brushes and clamps and toys surrounding you, but your gaze is drawn to his eyes.

“What would you say? That you knowingly came over to my house when no one else was here, wearing a very nice matching lingerie set, and then voluntarily stripped completely naked before getting into a bondage sex chair?” His tone is academic. “You asked me to bring you to orgasm.

“I’m simply asking you to be clear about how I do that.”  He says nonchalantly.

“I… I am b-being clear,” you insist and before you can say more, Rayleigh turns your head and points.

Your stomach goes cold. There’s a camera in the room. You look away from the first one and look around. Even with your limited perspective you find three more around the room, and one final one, on the floor, angled up to get a perfect view of your dripping pussy.

“Give me the words I want to hear, young lady, and I’ll give you a passing grade.” He pulls your gaze back up to his, running his thumb over your lips. “Beg properly.”

Trapped. You’re trapped. Not just physically by the chair, but by everything. He could have you expelled. He wouldn’t even need much of the video evidence, the texts alone could be turned against you easily. He wasn’t threatening you with that because he didn’t need to.

“Please…” you can’t stop the frustrated tears from falling. “Fuck me.”

“You can be clearer than that,” he admonishes gently, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Try again.”

You can feel the embarrassment rush to your face. “Please sir, fuck… fuck my pussy with your… with your cock, please.”

“Acceptable, but I think you can say it like you mean it, young lady.” He’s smiling as he pulls the blindfold back over your eyes. “Here, pretend you’re back in the fantasy from earlier. Desperate and needy to get attention from me while customers enjoy the divine sights of your body, and the whorish sounds of your desires.”

You can feel him cup your breasts again, gently massaging them and making the dull ache of the clamps send harsh thrills of pleasure into your chest. The faster you give in, the sooner it will be done, and as much as you want it to be over already, you might as well enjoy the inevitable.

“Pleeeease,” you whine, curling your toes and squirming within the binds. “Please fuck me, professor. I wanna cum on your cock and be a good girl for you.” 

“I knew you could do it.” Releasing your breasts he pulls the blindfold off completely, tossing it aside as he comes back around to the front of the chair. 

Rayleigh picks up a remote and presses a button. The chair you’re in moves, the parts holding your limbs rise up, lifting you fully off the seat, and carefully bringing your arms down until they’re tucked in just behind your hips. The padded cuffs and the design give you enough wiggle room that the transition doesn’t hurt.

Having your weight supported by your legs makes your hips ache for a moment, but he doesn’t leave you that way. Rayleigh pours lube on his cock before coming over to you.

“Holy shit,” you move to try and get away. “That’s not gonna fit.”

“Lube makes a lot of things fit,” he assures you, hands on your ass as he takes the weight off your joints. “Thank you, for the compliment, but I’m fairly average among my colleagues, young lady.”

“Bullshit,” you insist, still squirming. Between the chair and his grip, you’re not going anywhere. “That’s gonna rip something!”

“I’m neither that unskilled, nor that brutish.” He assures you again, rubbing the back side of his shaft against your slit. He’s so solid and hard you can barely believe it’s flesh and not metal or something equally inhuman. “You’re literally dripping. Breathe in,” he prompts, breathing in with you.

When you breathe out he pushes in. 

“Haaaaa, shit,” you sigh the sounds, toes curling as he pushes in smoothly. He feels even bigger than he looks, but your arousal and the lube are more than enough, and even the tension from your concerns isn’t enough to lessen the sweet pleasure of him filling you up so carefully.

“There we go, look at you taking me so well.” He praises you, pulling you flush to his body as he leans into you. You whine a quiet swear when he grinds into you, bullying as deep as he can go and teasing your clit with his body.

Rayleigh sets an easy pace, filling you up just slowly enough you can feel every little detail of his cock. Nestling against your clit when he fills you up and squeezing your ass when he pulls out. The pleasure is building slowly, but steadily. You’re going to cum, you’re going to cum even if you didn’t want to.

When your breath is dripping off your lips in needy husks he speeds up a little, but you’re so used to the sensation of his cock you can still feel it clearly, and it’s driving you mad. 

“Cum,” you gasp, nearly sobbing. “Please let me cum.” Let you cum and let you leave, you’re starting to enjoy it more than you expected. 

“Certainly,” he says. “But these will get in the way I’m afraid.”

“What, wait - no!” You suck in a breath as he pulls one of the clamps off, and roar as the blood rushes back into the sensitive nipple. The pins and needles mix with the pleasure he’s still thrusting into your cunt, and you can’t help the nervous laughter that bubbles up in you. “Please, please don’t.”

“It has to come off.” He says with an apologetic tone you almost believe. “Better to do it before you cum,” he insists. 

He takes both hands off your rear, still thrusting into you as you dangle within the chair’s restraints. The shift causes him to hit a spot he was barely brushing earlier and you feel the swell of an orgasm start to rush. The steady build is flooded by a surge that’s almost overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-!” Before the pleasure hits he pulls the other clamp off and you scream again, more in frustration as the pleasure ebbs away. “Please let me cum!” You shout angrily, before looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please, please professor, let me cum! Please, please, I need to cum! You’re gonna fuck me up and I don’t care, I don’t care about the grades or what the fuck ever, just LET ME CUM!” You cry, desperate to get this whole thing over with, but also at this point you wanted the prize.

You wanted this skilled bastard to give you the best orgasm of your life because you deserved that much at least.

Rayleigh’s fingers tease your breasts deftly. Just enough pressure to send sweet jolts into your spine, and enough tenderness to keep from making them hurt more after the clamps. The tingling from the pins and needles was fading and despite a soft ache in your joints, since you were no longer being braced, you could feel it building again.

“Oh gods,” you whimper, breathing deep and heavy. “Oh shit it’s gonna be too much, I can - I can’t - it’s gonna, fuck, it’s gonna make me scream, wait, I can’t, I CAN’T!” 

“You can,” Rayleigh says as your body starts to shiver from the orgasm you can’t get away from. You’ve had strong orgasms build before now, and you’ve mitigated them somehow. You were either afraid you were going to pee, or pass out, or scream and alert the neighbors, so you’d shift, or stop, or even involuntarily shudder and break the building euphoria.

Just enough that you still came, but it wasn’t anything like what you knew had been building. Orgasms like that were scary on your own, and you’d never had a partner who could get you there.

Until now.

Not only could he get your body to that point, but he wasn’t going to let you avoid it. Between the restraints and Rayleigh’s skills, you weren’t able to stop the inevitable, and you weren’t going to be able to lessen it either.

Shivering, whimpered moans rush past your lips as you’re panting against the building climax. Your hands and feet flex as your entire body tenses and shivers. It feels like you’re already orgasming, but you haven’t hit the peak yet. 

He’s leaning his hips into you, keeping you trapped between him and the restraints so well it doesn’t matter how you quiver, you’re not going to throw him off. All you can do is babble uselessly, swears and broken syllables rushing from your lips as the peak of your ascent finally slams into you. 

Screaming a swear into the air, your entire body tenses, shuddering from your toes to your fingers. Rayleigh’s grip is on your ass again and he fucks you through the powerful orgasm until your shaking your head back and forth sobbing for mercy. Your whole body feels hot, the heat and rush of pleasure has you feeling dizzy, and that only adds to the euphoria of it all.

As you start to come down, he’s still going. A slow languid pace again, each little movement making your body jerk and tremble from the lingering jolts of pleasure. 

“No… no more,” you whimper, not sure you could actually survive cumming a second time on the heels of an orgasm that strong. 

Rayleigh’s hand steadies the back of your head, and you accept the action as he presses a soft kiss against your lips. The gentle pleasure of the kiss helps ground you against the exhaustion in your limbs, and you hum appreciatively.

~Fin

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Rayleigh leans back from the sweet kiss and you hear something chime. He pulls out of you slowly and reaches for a phone, checking it with a hum. "It seems my TAs are going to be able to make it after all." He says with a smile. "You've been so good for me, so I'll let you decide..."

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[nordsea-horizons]

hey, i just checked out your nixie island and like... how? you've probably been asked this before, but how on earth did you get so good at it? did you follow tutorials for terraforming? follow inspiration pictures? i always get really stuck terraforming and end up spending hours on one small chunk. how fast do you usually work on things? like.. just how!

hi, thank you for visiting nixie🍃 its def a hard question to answer, bc the main thing is just practice i think? ive done so many islands in this game its only natural i’d get better and better at making my ideas come to live, i promise you i did not start out like that at all! however i do have a few things ive actively done, since i also like challenges in themes and terraforming projects. So i can at least share that!

• making a plan ahead of time, a drawing or just in your mind(or an inspo picture from anothers island maybe) - and having a focus point! like if you wanna make a viewpoint you set up the whole build around that one tree in the distance that you wanna be able to see in the end and make sure you build everything else around it with that goal in mind(in general doing a small test build of layout before commiting has helped me a lot)

• checking out da’s with the kind of terraforming you want and looking at the creators maps! it can be hard to see how a build is made by just walking on an island but you can see a lot of the actual layout from the dream address map! for example on nixie i did a sunken landbridge..

so if you wanted to do a similar thing you could take inspiration directly from the way i made the double inclines or maybe the amount of space needed or whatever gives you trouble? (for my first forest island i had to do this for a sunken pathway bc i just couldnt picture exactly how much space i needed to clear in order to fit in everything)

but also just give it a go without holding back! you can always take it down again after all? all my final posts never reveal how many times i had to redo an area or that one time i ran out of space and had to move the entire build two spaces forward and almost ragequit animal crossing😅 it really is something you can practice and everyone works differently! and for massive builds and stuff like that, there were likely a lot more struggle than it seems behind it✨

[mmmgert]

somebody give me a phaidei kpop demon hunters au

mydei is a demon hunter who's half demon, like rumi (because I want his tattoos to basically be his patterns) , and phainon is someone from a different group who he's rivals (in love) with but is secretly a demon (phainon & flamereaver style basically)

idk it might be cool,, i don't know how to write fanfic but ILL DEFINITELY MAKE SOME ART

Edit: More ideas I have

Phainon's shame is not being able to protect the people he loved from demons back when they first appeared (it feels very phainon i like it)

Mydei has issues with the demon hunters system of "our faults and fears must never be seen" even at the start

Similar to how he doesn't like Kremnoan beliefs in hsr

He wants the future generation of hunters to lead more merciful lives

Krateros is basically our Celine ig,, makes Mydei feel obligated to continue the legacy of his mother and of previous demon hunters

That's why Mydei puts up with all this shit

I want a Phainon crash out somewhere idk Im not good at writing 😭😭

Castorice can be something of a Zoey like character just more subdued since in hsr, it's stated that she likes to write poems and such (much like Zoey and her lyrics)

That's all I've got rn 😭😭

[nftolkien]

Please if you are not disabled, you like to write/draw Viktor(Arcane,not league) or both pls pls read this.

Its nice that the fandom has stopped erasing his disability as much (though they are some people that still do). But also theres a subset of the fandom that has started doing it in another way, by drawing him with prosthetics instead of his canon disabilities.

This is erasure, his disability is not one thats treated with prosthetics, its treated with surgery. Using prosthetics to put him at a "normal" level of function is erasure.

Viktor is a complicated character to write, yes. You may feel constrained by not being able to write him in some aus or draw him doing some activities an abled person does, but thats part of his character. If you feel antsy by not being able to make him ro this things, imagine how disabled people feel. When we finally get a charcater thats multiply disabled like us, with mid to low levels of ability, we see this being constantly erased by the fandom just to treat him like an abled character without even acknowledging his disability

Even if you are going to make him have prosthetics, for whatever reason, the way a lot of people do so is still harmful. Prosthetics are not a cure, nor do they make you suddenly abled. And think to yourself if hes worth writing if you want him to be

There are ways to write him into those aus, make him disability devices aimed at his disability, not just slapping something on top that had nothing to do. Make him special braces or corsets, make him artificial tanks of oxygen to help with his disease or blood filters. Dont just write edward elric and call it a day (which you arent do it, because he does have problems with his prosthetics)

If you have questions I am willing to answer them. I have a disability similar to his and my work centers the proper representation of minority groups, I am willing to be a sensibility consultant.

Tl, dr:please stop erasing Viktors disability by just giving him prosthetics, thats not better than just taking it away from him

[nagichi-boop]

I was thinking about Jevil and how he had a lot of lore in chapter 1 and then became seemingly irrelevant after defeating him. And as I was thinking, I started to realise that there may be some parallels between him and Kris’s SOUL. I am terrible at theory crafting, so I’ll use this post to share everything I noticed so that someone smarter than me might be able to make something of it.

(This post will contain spoilers for chapters 1-4.)

Cage/Imprisonment

While there are questions and theories regarding the meaning of parts of prophecy, it’s implied (unless something wild happens later) that Kris and their SOUL represent the part of the prophecy that says: “THE CAGE, WITH HUMAN SOUL AND PARTS.” The cage seems to refer to Kris, while the SOUL is…well, the SOUL.

Now to compare it to Jevil. I specifically want to focus on this part of his dialogue: “THEY LOST THE CHASE, AND LOCKED UP THEIR ENTIRE RACE. BUILDING A PRISON AROUND THE WHOLE WORLD. NOW I’M THE ONLY FREE ONE.” Susie and Ralsei remark how Jevil is the one who is locked up, but he doesn’t see it that way.

Kris is our cage. We are only ‘free’ when we are in them. Jevil says he’s free when he is seemingly locked away. I don’t know what the significance of this is (if there is any), but it’s just something I noticed.

Personality Changes

When you talk to Seam, he says the following about Jevil: “One day, he met a strange someone… and since then, he began to change. He started saying bizarre things that didn’t completely make since — but didn’t completely not make sense, either. Soon, he began to see the world as a game, and everyone as its participants.”

Something similar can be said of Kris’s relationship to their SOUL. For the most part, Kris recognises the need to have their SOUL in them and only sometimes protests against our actions as the player (eg seeming confused if we say we’ll take Berdly to the festival, biting their hand if we say we won’t ever play the piano in a dialogue to Susie, etc). Then of course we get the scenes where Kris removes their heart, either to stop us interfering with their actions or to stop us hearing certain information, depending on the context. The relationship between Kris and their SOUL is probably its own post, but I just wanted to establish that while Kris allows the SOUL to influence a lot of their actions, it’s clear that some of our choices conflict with their own morals.

Anyways, for my actual comparison now. There’s a scene in chapter 4 during the weird/Snowgrave route where Noelle asks to speak to Kris privately in her room. She talks about how she couldn’t sleep last night and that when she went out to catch her breath, she felt a hand on her wrist. She then says, “And then I heard your voice. Kris’s voice. You said, sorry for taking your watch, Noelle. You said, it was all a stupid prank.” She says a few more things, but then she says, “Kris, your voice, your deadpan, mumbly voice… even if you sounded kind of weak and shaky… I don’t know why, but it felt so long since I heard it. I even started sniffling! Haha! Kris, Kris you’re back…!”

It’s implied, then, that the SOUL’s morals and motivations are different to Kris’s. Sometimes they align, but clearly in the weird route, Kris doesn’t want to hurt Noelle. They specifically try to smooth things over with her while they aren’t under our influence. The rest of the scene only plays out as it does because we manage to escape and get back to them so we can dictate their actions. Anyways, the point is that even Noelle acknowledges that Kris has had a personality shift. I don’t know specifically what caused it (I did see a theory that the SOUL we control isn’t actually Kris’s but idk), but something caused Kris’s personality to shift. And when we aren’t in control of them, the ‘normal’ Kris returns.

We don’t yet know who the ‘someone’ is that Seam says made Jevil change, but perhaps that someone is actually the same as whoever caused Kris/their SOUL to change? Perhaps the Roaring Knight, but it’s hard to say if anyone else is involved yet. It seems at least that Jevil is aware of its existence because he mentions “THE HAND OF THE KNIGHT.”

Miscellaneous Points From Jevil’s Dialogue

These points are weaker than the other stuff I’ve mentioned, but I’ll include them anyways.

“THIS BODY CANNOT BE KILLED” — The SOUL persists, no matter how many times we lose.

“I CAN DO ANYTHING” — Similar to how we can do almost anything we want to when controlling Kris, even when it conflicts with their wishes (again, with one or two exceptions).

“CHAOS, CHAOS, CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!” — Kris’s struggle to contain the SOUL, especially when we aren’t in their body.

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Anyways, please feel free to add your own thoughts or theories to this! As I said, I’m not really good at theory-crafting, but I figured I’d put my thoughts down somewhere. Maybe none of this means anything, but it was fun to spot some parallels regardless!