#um actually its a theme

[tennessoui]

siri, how many times can i use 'turgsday' in a star wars fic before they figure out it's the only day of the star wars space week i know

[emioliravioli]

ok uh staying away from social media until AFTER i watch the movie today!

[lesbiangiratina]

Okay im beginning to accept that testament’s presence in the plot could make things more complicated and really i should be grateful considering theyre the only non-present major character to be mentioned in the first episode at all. So. They sorta won

[softness-and-shattering]

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[agenderboy]

A LOT OF WEIRD UNEDITED PROBABLY REPETITIVE RAMBLINGS AHEAD

funnily enough, my pkmn au does have religious characters in it technically.

it's less the "goes to church" type of stuff and more worshippers of specific legendaries/mythicals in their own ways (depending on the family and whatnot too). it's generally accepted that Arceus/pkmn god is a real entity but each individual may have different opinions on Arceus' relations to humans and it's 'true form' and such.

Some people pray to the mythicals of the Lakes (like Platinum). some don't pray to any legendary/mythical but still have respect for them (like Saturn). some think they're better than legendaries (like Giovanni and Ghetsis).

there are also different ways that count as an acceptable way to worship. some people think it's wise to offer the legendary/mythical some kind of.... well, offering. even if, for example, it's just pebbles or some water from the lakes (back to azelf uxie and mespirit again sorry). some think you need to pray in specific ways or in specific places, others think it doesn't really matter.

brain's fried that's where I'm ending this rant

[dandyshucks]

once again therapizing myself through the blorbo 😭😭

so i have had no heat for three years, and i live in a basement in the north. uhm. i gave my parents exact number readings of the thermostat but they never cared or took me seriously. and then my brother moved in halfway thru the winter and they finally started caring when HE complained. they came downstairs and looked at the thermostat and went "wow it's really cold down here! we should get this fixed!" and i was like. yeah. no shit. i've been telling u the thermostat numbers for three years. why is it only after brother moves in that u care and also why did u never believe me???? they also told me a few times to stop using the space heater so much bc it was jacking up the hydro bill. i've been thinking i was being a baby for having my hands be stiff and in pain every evening when i was just typing on my laptop to like. chat or scroll or post. haven't been able to work on any writing in the winter unless i was wearing gloves. ppl in my life that are not my family kept telling me that "basements are just cold". but erm. living in the north with no heating is . insane.

anyways. all this. and i am still feeling like maybe im just being dramatic or hysterical about the situation. maybe i shouldn't be getting mad about it. maybe it's not that big of a deal and i'm being unfair towards parents. maybe i didn't make enough of a deal about it the past three years and so they never took me seriously bc i didn't bother them enough about it.

but nooooo. thinking about what Guz would say in this situation fdsjkl and he would be like. furious honestly. as should i. because this is genuinely neglect???? like. no fucking heat for three years. they've been living upstairs with their heat working just fine but the heat broke in the basement. as soon as they got it fixed a month or two ago i was able to like... exist comfortably in the basement again, my hands stopped hurting all the time, i could work on SEWING in the evening again!!! i actually got overheated at certain points bc i guess my body was used to trying to work overtime to heat itself and now suddenly it didn't have to anymore (this would also possibly explain some of my exhaustion in the winter, if my body had to work that hard just to keep me warm enough to function fdsjkl).

and i really did do my best to be insistent enough about the heat not working, but with everyone acting like i was being hysterical and spoiled for wanting ... the basement to be room temperature, i thought maybe i WAS being ridiculous. and also in this household, the squeaky wheel does not get the grease (if the squeaky wheel is me. my sister and one brother on the other hand.....), the squeaky wheel just gets (metaphorically, there is no physical abuse) beaten back into place until it stops squeaking. so i did not want to push the matter too much bc i was scared of being punished and bringing further abuse down on myself.

anyways yeah i just . am spinning around in circles trying to work through this in my head and not fall into the same old "you're being ridiculous, you are not giving enough grace to the ppl who have done wrong, you are spoiled and terrible" thinking patterns, and thinking about how Guz would feel about the situation is helping that a lot fdskjl. i feel like if i went crying to him about this, he wouldn't think i was being hysterical even if i WAS crying. he would be angry for me. he would do what he could to help me w the housing applications mess to get me out of here. he would want to have a chat with my parents but i'd tell him absolutely not HFDSJKL bc they will never change and anyone pointing out their abuse would only make things worse unfortunately.

ough.

[fiilemade]

// leave it to me to get the urge to impulse make a proper promo today, when I have D&D in less than an hour and a half

[dandorishipping]

THIS IS AWESOME ACTUALLY I TAKE BACK SAYING I HATE TURO BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO BE HASHTAG DIVORCED

[lesbiangiratina]

I may not know much about guilty gear but I do know testament and I appreciate seeing them on the dash

Does testament have a theme like how Joel bad guy and Bridget do?

…… Joel bad guy………… Um Yeah they do have a theme like those 2 cuz everybody gets their own songs yay :)

^ I LIKE IT A LOT its really sweet i love youuuuu tetament

But actually my favorite testament theme is probably this version of their previous theme. Ummmmm Probably. I like boss fight themes. But i quite like them all. Testament

[rotruff]

kind of repost . woops. anyway i like characters that are normal about their feelings can you tell

[ rbs much appreciated ... proship + adjacent dni ]

[takes1]

PLEASE I NEED MATSUKAWA OR KUNUMI OR EVEN MADDOG PLEASE IM BEGGING 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🙏

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clingy!kentarou x reader (taming maddog)

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"(Y/n), like, I know you've got a type and all..."

"Mhmm," You follow absentmindedly, tracking your latest obsession like a hawk.

Number 16 was different- not just attractive, but he had a threatening, intense, sharp presence about him. He was just about the only member of the guys' team who didn't subscribe to a cheerful, cooperative environment. His little outburst earlier caught your attention, and he was currently benched for pushing Oikawa.

He sure was aggressive. You bit your lip and watched him stretch from the bleachers.

"But I heard he's actually crazy."

The other girls on your team would never understand what possessed you to put yourself in danger, going after the most deviant of guys you could find. It was an endearing joke amongst the team, at this point, but they did worry for your safety.

"What's his name?" You looked to them for the first time, mind already made up.

Whispers of Kentarou, Kyoutani, Maddog, were shared as you settled back to watching him. Lots of horror stories of him getting in trouble, getting into fights, yelling at teachers, other students, getting suspended for a time all encouraged you. The nickname he earned made you significantly more fascinated.

You could fix him. It would at least be fun to try.

You couldn't help but ponder where his true fault lied, how it twisted into so much unwarranted aggression.

Was he not held as a baby? Did he have a bad home life? Had it manifested into some kind of sexual dysfunction? You wondered if he was this big of a presence in the bedroom. You smiled at the strong possibility that he wasn't.

Maybe that was a bit Freudian of you to assume, but your previous diagnoses hadn't steered you wrong yet. The guys you slept with were all weirdos- losers- psychos- and yet, they were all a step closer to normal after a little love.

They couldn't stop you from approaching, especially when nobody had the guts to go anywhere near him.

"Hi," You tapped his shoulder after a bout of hesitation.

He looked to the side, then behind, and realized you were referring to him.

His brow fell from its subtle version of surprise, making all his features look heavier, meaner-- you shuddered.

"Yo." Was all he said.

Though dismissive and already uncomfortable, it was enough to work with.

You smoothed out your uniform with a nervous sigh, "Um- I'm sorry if this is forward, but,"

"I think you're really cute. I'd like to go on a date, sometime."

Kentarou looked angry even when he was shocked. The dark around his eyes made it impossible to look soft, and it seemed he didn't have the capacity to smile yet.

The only way you could deduce that he was embarrassed was the way his hands balled into fists at his sides, how he looked around your face over, over, and over again for an ounce of insincerity.

It was adorable. You giggled at his long silence.

Laughing shut him down. His mouth curled in a sneer, positive you were laughing at him.

The gaggle of girls, filling the entrance to the gym, all clad in your uniform, wasn't great for optics. It looked like you were playing a prank on him.

"Are you kiddin' me?" He rolled his eyes before you could even try to explain, "Go fuck yourself."

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Though you loved your team, visible swarms of women never put the guys you went after at ease.

That rejection was still tame for what you had seen before from him.

He put his back to you and crossed his arms, watching the game, instead. Getting benched and made fun of couldn't have been a great feeling.

Determined now, you shook out your nerves and tapped his shoulder again.

"Tch-! I said fuck off!" He scowled down at you, but you knew it was misguided. So it didn't hurt as bad.

You purposefully didn't mirror his body language- you didn't want him to cut him off even more. You stood facing him at an angle, trying to catch his eye and take his attention again.

Voice quiet, sweeter, genuine, "I'm serious."

Even if this was a joke, you were the most persistent he had ever seen. Nobody usually got this far. If he told somebody to leave, they did. Especially after the second time, and a girl, at that.

"I mean- I get it if you're not into short girls, that's totally fine," You fixed your hair, glancing away from his overwhelmed, slow expression, "But, please, just... think about it. Here's my number."

For a moment, you were unsure if he would take the paper in your hand. He gave you zero indication that he believed your story, but after just enough time to make you doubt, he took it.

Kentarou held it tight, confused, as you joined your team to leave the gym. He watched them look over and preen you like birds to make sure you weren't hurt.

It could've been a real confession. The gravity of it didn't truly land until he was back home, looking up the girls' team Instagram to find your personal handle. You were following the page and even had a few features in their posts.

Doubts began to grow that it was your real number. He decided he didn't want to use it.

Instead, he lay on his bed, palming himself to the poses of your greatest receives- you were such a pretty girl, with a nice body, cute face--reminded of those things now, it only made him more skeptical at your choice to speak to him.

Luck was on his side once again, because your own profile was public. You even had a few beach posts. Lots of likes, lots of followers. You wouldn't notice if he liked a few of them, unless you were being honest about your interest.

You were all over his signals in a flash.

A follow, a bit of page-stalking that got you nowhere (because he had 0 online presence, other than a couple blank accounts), and a long string of messages that went deep into the night, all earned you a date.

Now that the game had officially begun, you needed to curate each move carefully. If you waited too long to take advantage of any clear signs of interest, he wouldn't find you worth the trouble. You needed some dick.

Kentarou was lonely, too.

It was as you suspected, monitoring him during that practice match. People who had a good support system didn't act that way he did.

He wasn't wistful, or desperate, and didn't invite friendship. Shit, he barely let you court him, and the only way you could convince him to meet you for coffee was if you sent a few pictures 'to prove it was just you.' And yet, after the one misunderstanding, he didn't deny you any opportunity to get close.

His experiences shaped him to be incredibly firm, mistrusting, and overly cautious, yes; It all fell short though, when it came to the very simple, universal longing for companionship.

The cafe wasn't too quiet, thankfully.

You were most worried about the possibility of him causing some sort of commotion and being asked to leave, but other patrons were lively enough to drown him out, if he did raise his voice.

To your surprise, that also wasn't much of an issue.

He ordered for the two of you, even -begrudgingly- accepting that you wanted a more intricate drink, too. He didn't let you do much for yourself. When he told you to go find a seat while he waited at the counter, you stayed with him so you could be close. He still didn't argue.

Though he wasn't polite, he wasn't a monster. He was just brimming with attitude, and that rubbed people the wrong way. When unprovoked, he was mean-looking, sure, but docile.

A predatory gaze watched the skirt of your casual dress flutter up- just a little, not quite enough- as you sat down next to him with your elaborate drink in hand. He set his cup down and you felt his leg flex as you closed the distance to snuggle up to him.

"You're taking this joke pretty far."

Insecurity filled the quiet between his words, and it took a sensitive ear to detect under all the venom. Was he testing you? Probably. Was he still trying to protect himself? Absolutely.

"Mm," You considered how to respond while sipping on your coffee, staring forward, not really minding his intensity, "I don't have the kind of time to go on fake dates, you know."

It was an argument less emotional in nature, but due to its legitimacy, it left him stumped enough to drop the subject.

In its wake remained discomfort. Mostly at your thigh, busy rubbing against him as you pretended to be more invested in the ambience of the cafe, or the flavor of the drink in your hands.

"What're you doing it for?" He pressed, different, but still carried with a grumbly, shitty attitude he always spoke in.

That took some getting used to, but once you understood he just talked that way, you were able to take his words at face value and waste less time miscommunicating.

A warm hand, palming the squish of your bare thigh encouraged your desire to be honest.

You waited for him to stop scanning the cafe, for the right moment to tell him.

His eyes dipped first to your pretty thighs, all soft and warm and new in his hand. Then he was taken by the all the sweetness in the way you looked at him.

"I wanna sleep with you."

You expected him to not believe you, like the first time, but his surprise was now pretty conventional.

His mouth hung open, just a little, and you noticed a tongue piercing. How did you miss it before? Did he not wear it at school? Your thighs tightened and he met it with a firm squeeze as he took a sobering drink of his coffee.

It was obvious he wanted to know why. But he was looking for something better to say, instead.

"The fuck are we doing here?"

That was a good question. Such a good question, in fact, that after a bit of conversation about where to go to fuck, you landed on going back to your place.

He made himself comfortable on your bed as you shut the door and locked it, just in case. Your room didn't have a whole lot of conversation starters, so he took a while to really examine it.

He wasn't witty, or spontaneous, or chatty.

There was no value in sitting around, acting like you wanted to delve into a discussion about each other's families, or grades, or volleyball.

His brow softened as you dropped the straps of your dress down.

There was a small attempt to look you in the eye, which you appreciated in a very limited context, but once you kept going, he might as well have been wearing a collar.

A half-sigh, half-laugh pushed out of his open mouth, brow furrowed again, as he tried to speak a few times while you posed for him, drunk on such a cute, endearing reaction.

There were a lot of things for him to think about. You could almost smell the smoke of grinding gears when you stood in front him and rubbed your hands against his shoulders.

He kept getting his fill, eyes unable to stay in one place too long, practically trying to back up so he could keep looking at all of you.

You giggled, "Kentarou?"

His breath stopped. You couldn't feel it, tingling across your skin, anymore.

You took some fingers to his curly hair, playing with it, "Aren't you gonna touch me?"

"I-," He didn't know what to do with himself for a moment, "Where?"

Your charmed, bitten back smile made his ears bright, bright red. Instead of telling him, you settled onto his lap and felt for his hands, gently guiding them towards your hips.

It was slow, natural, and gentle how you decided to kiss him.

You could feel how heated he was, with one hand on the back of his neck, the other cooling off the side of his face. One second to part for some breath, which he needed, badly- you waited for him to say something.

But he was forcing his mouth back onto yours quicker than you thought he would- his fingers dug into your flesh, and he brought you down onto his hard-on with a sudden loss of reservation.

It didn't take long to start catching that little tongue piercing against your lip- you groaned against his mouth, "Fuck, I really like that."

He was a fast, eager, and very rough learner. Kentarou was also laughably easy to please, because it was obvious he had no preferences built up yet. Everything you did left him stunned and hungry.

You reveled in your private victory and helped him undress. He wasn't shy about his own body, but you made it clear that he had a nice figure by taking the time to kiss along his muscular arm, then shoulder, and up to his neck.

His quickness to mirror you, kissing the same places on your body, was cute. He never once smiled, but he showed his investment in other ways.

When you offered to 69, he immediately fell onto his back from his upright position, rubbing his warm face.

A weak, "Yes," from under his palms was all you got, but it was so sweet from a guy like him. He sounded broken in, in a way.

You pressed a deserving kiss to his jaw and turned around.

His cock looked just as angry as he was, normally. Twitchy, leaking a bit of precum on his toned tummy, tinged dark with the all the time it had been waiting.

"You're- so fuckin' wet," He sounded stunned to say that aloud, understand what it actually meant, and that he was obsessed with it.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock as you settled into a good position.

How long had it been since you got laid? Apparently too long, because you were dripping with anticipation at the salty taste of his tip sliding past your teeth.

That was the downside of having such a specific type. Not many options.

He was still figuring out how to use his own mouth when you took the breath out of him- a strangled gasp at the sound, the sensation of your lips and tongue sucking off the slickness there. You held him by the base, briefly.

"You should let me know if you like it," You teased, just before bobbing your head back down.

"Mm-mmnh-! Fuck! Do I-ahh, have to?"

With that whiny tone?

You slowly came back up, careful to leave no spit behind. He was flexing in your jaw, his stomach twitching against your chest. Poor thing wouldn't last very long, he was so sensitive.

"Uhh, yes," You grinned, tongue darting out to lick him all the way down his shaft.

"Fuuuck- whatever- augh, just keep doin' that," His groan broke into a murmur of sorts, against your pussy.

From there, he was starting to find what worked with you. It was curious, and not great, but you didn't need it to be; something about the clingy way he held you, the shift in his attitude, was making you feel like you could take him already.

It made your nails dig, deep into his thighs, your already sparse breath grow a bit shorter.

Though his desperate tone and slow, gentle tongue made some parts of you tighten, it helped your throat relax and take more of him.

He started to come apart long before you wanted to be done.

Breathy, incomplete "Stopstop-sta-aah," every twenty seconds flattered you, letting you take more frequent breaks to ride his face and break in that little metal ball.

You thought about his nickname during one of these breaks. It was one of those instances where it seemed fitting, but for more than just surface-level aggression.

Nothing about him scared you. Not after you showed him that you had no ill-intention. He was like a dog. He wasn't vicious because it was in his nature; he just had a thorn in his paw.

He 'bit' people because they didn't give him a chance.

All of these chances you were giving him proved that he was worth all the effort to get close. It wasn't even much work, in hindsight.

You showed him the mechanics of the condom you brought for the occasion, and managed to talk him through some important sex-centered courtesies.

"So, y'know, you'll want to yield to whatever she's ready for--,"

Kentarou kept you from sitting on his cock, for just a second-- his eyes grew narrow, darting around your face.

"You mean: 'you.'" He corrected.

He looked like he was about to bite through your face.

"Right!" You smiled, growing a bit warm at your inconsiderate slip in language, "Yeah, of course."

Your apologetic kisses, smattered all along his sensitive face and neck, calmed him. His grip softened, slowly, as he became convinced that this was sacred again.

As you started to take him, he forgot all about it.

"Aughh- my go-d," He couldn't stop watching where you came together with a knotted brow, at how slick, and tight, and hot you were.

Your confidence read in the form of slow, rolling motions of your hips, the cloudy look in your eyes as you were finally getting filled up again after such a dry spell of no dick. You put your hands over his, already on your hips, and encouraged him to squeeze harder.

"Mmn-ah-h," You placed your hands on his chest, to keep yourself upright.

It hurt, how much he reciprocated that squeeze, but you quickly learned to like the sting.

Like most everything else, he replicated what you showed him. He started fucking you back, his hips able to take you faster, harder--

The pretty little pout on your lips was enough to make him screw his eyes shut, just to try to settle down.

He was getting so worked up at your tight little cunt that he was forced to let you keep your slower pace, contribute a little less, for fear he'd finish too soon.

His breath was like a stutter- so shallow and huffy that you rubbed your hand across his cheek, to check if he was okay. As you did this, the look in his eyes burned into the back of your skull.

You had seen that somewhere before. Not in someone you knew personally.

"Mm-mnh-!"

You were careful not to look away from it, and you only closed your eyes when it was too intense, too good to see straight.

The way he gripped you was like a lifeline, clawing, leaving rough and raised lines across you-- It wasn't intended to hurt, but more or less to make sure he left you with some lasting impression. He didn't understand that he didn't need to do it.

He couldn't take the concern on your face. Not as you fucked him so close, not with that perfect body taking his cock so well. Nobody ever looked at him with so much warmth.

"Ah! Just- just like that," You gasped, shaky all of a sudden.

"Fuck-," He sighed, suddenly having to remember what exactly he was doing.

He grimaced, face twisted in the pain of trying not to cum, head thrown back so he didn't have to look at you.

But your hand left his chest to grasp him by the jaw- it wasn't hard, but it was enough to move him. You begged him to look at you. You wanted him to watch you, and it looked like he was just short of a confessing something sinful.

Worship.

That's what you saw. In those narrowed eyes were praise, an exaltation of the love you had spared for him.

It filled you with a dizzying, raw confidence- you took in a breath through your nose, getting railed so hard, so close that your eyes started watering.

"Fuck- I'm-Ah--!" You couldn't quite finish your sentence before you crashed over, your body seized up, firm, grabbing and gripping him like you needed, wanted him so bad.

It left him a groveling, panting mess underneath you. He was watching in awe just like you told him to, only allowed to cum after you were done.

He fucked it all out of you, thanks to the timing. Your slow wave-riding kept you pleasant and buzzed as he fucked you hard for his own orgasm.

You even egged him on, breathless, a little smirk only interrupted by a pleasurable wince a couple of times.

"You wanna cum for me?"

"Yeah? Yeah?"

After finishing so loud and performative, nothing could have prepared you for how cuddly and silent he got.

You shouldn't have given into the desire to hug him, because he wouldn't let you move to pull him out.

"Mm-mm," Was pressed in a sloppy kiss against your neck.

Those muscular arms were shaking a little, just barely, around your waist.

"I'm- not going anywhere," You laughed, returning a few light kisses against his temple, "But we need to clean up."

He made it difficult, almost impossible, to separate and throw the condom away. You opted to just tie in a knot and throw it closer to the trash can so you didn't have to get up.

The way he watched you was careful, intense, looking for any opening to get closer to you again.

You finally sighed, smiling, "Okay."

Kentarou pulled you back down to lay next to him at the soonest opportunity. He kept an arm heavy over your chest, his leg kicked between yours, his eyes never leaving the side of your face.

His intensity was what you signed up for, but now, warm under his persistent and acute attention, you realized: maybe you hadn't thought this through the whole way.

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[misayani]

STUPID LAMB, MASOCHISTIC LION — YELLOWJACKETS WOMEN × FEM READER

𝒾. TEXT just a few yellowjackets women and masochism

𝒾𝒾. CONTENT sexual themes, wax play, bondage, ritual sex?? (its lottie), cigs and substance, scalpels

𝒾𝒾𝒾. MISA'S THOUGHTS just short thoughts, yum

𝒾𝓋. LIST jackie, lottie, shauna, nat, misty

౨ৎ Jackie Taylor

- [PRE-CRASH] jackie taylor is a control freak.

- she'd definitely be into power play too, always being the dominant one

- dresses you up like a doll just to ruin you after

- makes punishments stylish— silk for bondage, keeping the lingerie on while she spanks you, and she'd be the type to write filthy shit on your body with red lipstick

- loves to watch you beg in tears, then calmly say, "you didn't say please the right way"

- loves to ruin your orgasms !!! such a bitch

- when you mess up during soccer practice, she'll punish you with no orgasms for the week

- gets more aroused by you crying than her actually getting pleasure

- aftercare includes bubble baths and doing each other's nails <3

౨ৎ Lottie Matthews

- she'd be gentle, but def not afraid to go deep into it

- [WILDERNESS] lottie would spiritualize your masochism, treating it as a way to transcend pain

- but dont get it wrong, just bc sex with lottie is flavored doesn't mean it's not making love!!

- i'm talking about melted candle wax from the candles you both are surrounded with during sex (she set it up, duh)

- lottie sees masochism as a sacred trust bc aw you trust her enough to inflict pain on you :(

- says things like "your suffering is beautiful" and means it.

- makes you kneel in front of her, applying melted wax on you while she chants some weird shit

- oral until you pass out

- she talks gentle though, "you can take more. i know you can."

- 3 fingers.

- calls you things like, "my lamb" or "my offering"

- makes you chant affirmations while she eats you out: "pain is truth, pleasure is devotion. i belong to lottie."

- aftercare is her, wrapping her arms around you, rocking you back and fourth and cooing sweet nothings into your ear.

౨ৎ Shauna Shipman

- uses your pain tolerance as an excuse to get violent during sex

- she isn't really into spanking, she's more into slapping your face

- hits very fucking hard???? ow

- chokes you til you're on the edge of blacking out while she fingers you

- she manipulates you emotionally, saying "you make me like this."

- stuffs your mouth with your own soaked panties

- makes you touch yourself in front of her and then denies when you're close

- maybe, just maybe, she'll invite jackie over to join in on the fun

- after sex she'll definitely write the whole thing down in her journal

౨ৎ Natalie Scatorccio

- RAAWWWWWWW

- makes fun of you for liking being hurt but is into it

- "oh you like that? fucking freak." then she hits you harder

- she LIVES for leaving bruises and hickeys where everyone can see them 

- loves spanking you with her rings on so it stings better

- finds your pain tolerance very hot

- she'd lock you up with chains 

- cigarettes during sex so she can stub it out using your thighs <3

- also substance use during because obviouslyy ??? makes it 10000 times more fun

- SPITS IN YOUR MOUTH 

- and then calls you her slut before kissing you hard

- facefucks you with her strap, getting wet herself everytime she hears you gag on it, "you love choking on me, don't you?" 

- um?? yes!!!!!

- scratches your back til it bleeds and then pour alcohol on it. nat just wants to make sure it's clean and disinfected!!

- humiliation. "no thoughts inside that pretty little head, just my cock."

- fucks you everywhere. against the door, on the counter, on the floor.

- will grab you by the hair, drag you on your knees and make you 'thank her' for the pain

- sometimes she'll make you ride her boots.. sometimes she'll just make you sit on a vibrator until you can't think straight

- aftercare? nat being very gentle on you. she may treat you shitty during sex but that doesn't mean she treats you like shit in general!! 

- she'll ask you if you're okay, then the rest is just cuddles, forehead kisses, smoking.

౨ৎ Misty Quigley

- misty absolutely ADORES the fact that you're a masochist

- it makes her feel needed and important

- ECSTATIC bc somebody wants to be hurt, "finally!"

- [ADULT MISTY] she'd roleplay as a nurse or something and treat you as an experiment

- im saying sterile tools and gloves and shit

- will carve her name on your body in shitty cursive using a scalpel

- has photos and A LOG BOOK of every bruise and mark on your body

- smiles way too wide when you cry out from pain

- who knows, maybe post crash misty will go that far and brand your thigh with her name

- aftercare includes heavy cleaning—any wounds and the whole area in general, wrapping you in warm blankets, spoon-feeding you soup. 

- "you're safe now, with me"

[grey-spark]

COLOR THEORY in WIND BREAKER

So there are FIVE COLORS that stand out in Wind Breaker. And while the show displays a full use of colors, there are five colors that transcend any individual person or gang. And in this quick analysis I'm going to go over all of them. (Mild Spoilers ahead)

GREEN is the color of GROWTH

Green is the main color of Bofurin and clearly represents plants. It all ties into Umemiya's garden metaphor about personal growth.

Green = Good, basically.

The plant imagery is not very subtle but some of the color uses are. Take for example how Togame, Nagato and Endo all have green eyes, hinting that these are actually good characters underneath despite doing bad deeds. They may be on different teams but they're "Bofurin on the inside". (Although, in Endo's case his eyes have a blueish hue, which means his goodness is very hidden.)

If plants represent the goodness of the world then we must extend this metaphor to the source of the plant's energy...

YELLOW is the color of WARMTH

Yellow represents the warm light piercing into a cold world, and the sun more generally. It's righteousness and love.

Nirei is the most yellow indicating he's the moral compass of the gang, but Oldman Ito outright points out that all three main characters wear yellow: Suo's earing. Nirei's hair. Sakura's eye. (saying it reminds him of the sun directly). But its interesting how the applications of this color reflect their story arcs:

Suo was given righteousness. Nirei adopted righteousness. Sakura was born with it.

Sakura can't take the yellow off even if he wanted to. But beyond that we have Sakura's favorite food Omurice. In a show where food is everything, the omelet rice almost serves as his first taste of love. Notice how it also has red ketchup on it, and Suo's earrings also have a red bead. In this show, red and yellow almost always go together. When put together they makes orange, the color of strong Shishitoren. It's a subtle way of saying love creates...

RED is the color of POWER

Red is the fruit of power. Or let's put it this way:

Sun -> Plants -> Fruit Love -> Growth -> Power

Red is a color with many different meanings, but in this show, its the color of power. We see it in Ume's tomatoes. We see it in Tsubaki's lipstick, which he outright says is the source of his strength.

But not just creative power. In Takiishi's case, red also represents the destructive power of fire. Red represents all power, and it makes sense why its the main color of Suo, a character who hasn't even taken a single hit. But plants and fruit are not the only thing sunlight effects, it also melts ice...

WHITE is the color of TRAUMA

More specifically, traumatized innocence.

White = the harsh snow of winter.

In the very first chapter, Nirei's suggests Sakura's hair turned white from stress. It's played off as a joke at first, but later on it's suggested that Umemiya's hair also went white from stress. This feature connects them deeply, both wear white shirts too, symbolizing Sakura and Ume wear their trauma for all to see.

White is also the main color of Gravel, a team with the most tragic backstory, comprised of children starving to death. (KEEL also wears white, but in their case it feels like they're deliverers of trauma.) In the anime, we also see that Gravel's school uniforms are...

BLUE is the color of COLDNESS

Blue is the color of icy callousness and hardened hearts. Unlike sunlight that melts trauma, blue is the cold that generates it.

Blue = Evil, kinda.

But it's a little more complicated than that. Sure, all the evilest characters wear blue, like KEEL (the evilest gang) and Endo (who has a blue fire theme). But then we have Sugishita, who isn't an evil person at all, but its also not a coincidence that the hero's main rival has a blue color scheme. His heart is guarded, and is in need of the most character growth out of all of them. Concerningly, we also saw that Suo turned icy blue when he reverted to his old ways. So blue is not just limited to the bad guys. It's a systemic problem.

CONCLUSION

This show has MANY colors in it: pink, orange, black, grey, magenta and so many others that might also have meanings as well. But I feel like these five pervade the show everywhere and build a greater allegory of Winter Vs Spring, which goes as follows:

The freezing cold (blue/callousness) has created snow (white/trauma) and can only be banished by sunlight (yellow/love) which grows vegetation (green/growth) and eventually bears fruit. (red/power)

That's how I see it anyway. Thanks for reading!

[marsbotz]

i ship inhun in a way that differwnt and more swagful than anyone else btw.

[aangelinakii]

SECRET LOVER LOVER.

— an inquiry for mr drake.

summary : tim's family pay you a visit to find out what's got their brother so laidback at home, without knowing you're what's got him so smitten.

note : a very rare part two to this post !! i loved the idea for this second part so much i couldn't resist,, i wanted to stay with the taylor swift theme but couldn't find a song i felt fit this so i ditched it,,,, anyways here it is i hope you enjoy, it's a little cracky / jokey but i jope it's good anyway thanks for the request <33

when a knock came at your office door that afternoon, you hadn't expected it to open to reveal two men you'd never seen. at that, you hadn't expected their strange alikeness to your boss.

from the stark raven hair dusting their eyebrows to the light piercing eyes, although both of them were quite a lot larger in their build than his, of which you'd gotten to know quite well after the last few months.

if you didn't know any better, you might think you're about to get beat up in your own office.

"how may i help you?" you had asked them, peering up from your papers, pushing your voice in an effort to not sound too suspicious, or even afraid.

one was taller, almost built like a human juggernaut, with large muscles although it was evident he tried to hide them beneath a huge hoodie over his frame; the soot-black was broken at a section where flecks of white had seemed to grow in.

the other was more lean, more confident about his physique, allowing a polo shirt to define it; his skin was tan, glistening in what sunlight spilled in through the window behind you. he was the one to speak first, stepping past the threshold. "we have a question about tim— mr drake? he said anything we have to ask him we can come to you."

judging by the way the taller one lingered by the door, you were getting more and more sure that the mafia had come knocking on wayne enterprise doors.

"um, sure, what's your query?" you asked, sitting up straighter and plucking a pen from its holder to scribble something down on the edge of a paper to show tim later.

despite the smile the polo shirt one had pushed upon his lips, the heavy uncertainty in your chest had remained, gaining weight as he stepped up to your desk and perched himself down at the single chair on the other side of it. "just so you don't think you're about to be attacked, i think it'd be best if we introduced ourselves; i'm dick, and back there is jason, we grew up with tim." he glanced back at the one by the door. "we're his brothers."

"that explains it," you attempted to chuckle, the weight on your shoulders slowly evaporating.

"not by blood or anything," the tall cross-armed one huffed. "i think i'd rather die than have tim be my actual brother by blood."

your gaze silently travelled to him, and dick craned his head around to stare at him.

in return, jason shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, and his arms seemed to tighten their loop over his chest. "don't worry about it..."

when dick finally turned back to you, he owned a curious glint in his eye, that shone as a cloud passed the sun behind you, and another crossed over it in an instant. "you haven't noticed tim acting different lately, have you?"

he was leaning forward slightly, a soft crease in between his brows, eyes narrowed a little bit.

not that you could think of...

"well, not to speak ill of my boss or your brother, but he's been quite stressed with this start-up that keeps asking for funding," you explained. you knew quite well the extent of his stress, for you'd been the person to help him relieve it each night when every other computer screen was black, the only sounds throughout the building that you both shared.

but these two guys didn't need to know that.

a beat passed, you looking between the two of them. "why? is everything okay at home?"

this time when dick glanced back at jason, it wasn't out of judgement — it was a shared expression of knowing.

"we think he's met someone," jason was the first to speak now, glancing behind him and stepping further into the room, closing the door.

met someone?

well, assuming that someone was you, you had to decide how to respond.

should you explain that you've actually been seeing him, even though you'd agreed not to tell anybody in the office? these two weren't colleagues, maybe they didn't count. after a second longer's thought, you decided it would be better to keep things secret until you properly discussed it with tim.

if he wanted his brothers knowing, he would have told them, wouldn't he?

shaking your head softly, you gave a shrug. "i'm sorry, i haven't noticed anybody coming in or out of his office." not when you're the one doing it.

but just because you couldn't tell them what was going on with tim, didn't mean you couldn't find out.

"how has he been acting anyway?" you continued, earning the two boys to look back up at you from their silent brainstorming. "you know, just so i can keep an eye out on any weird behaviour."

dick's bottom lip jutted out and he took a few beats to recall. "i don't know, he's just been a lot happier lately. if someone — jason — tries to get a rise out of him, he'll just brush it off, act totally different to normal."

"yeah, he's getting boring now," jason piped up, which earned a smile from you.

"and he's been buying new cologne," dick added. "which we noticed, because he used to wear lynx but now he's wearing expensive stuff, i can tell."

expensive stuff, huh? you could certainly tell. sounds like a big jump from lynx just to impress a subordinate.

you were about to open your mouth to respond when the door creaked open once again, causing jason beside it to flinch.

this time, the person entering was a familiar face; that of tim drake himself, the man of the conversation.

"have you got those— oh."

he fell still, looking between his two brothers, one seated, one standing; both just as in shock-horror as the other.

"didn't i tell you to leave?" tim scowled, his knuckles paling on the doorknob as he gripped it.

mouth agape, you glanced around at the men. "didn't you say anything they wanted to know, bring them to me?"

tim's expression faltered for a moment, his jaw setting in place as he continued to stare down his brothers, gaze lingering on one for a few beats before turning to the other. "i did say that. before i told them to leave the building because they were beginning to piss me off."

now, dick was quick to stand. "and we'll leave right now!" he exclaimed. "just trying to get to the bottom of your smite."

he flashed tim a cheeky smile and began to move past him out the room, clapping a hand on his shoulder on the way. jason, on the other hand, sent you a pointed look before following.

as soon as jason's backside was out the door, tim was closing it on him with a sigh.

"never knew how to keep their noses out of people's business," he grumbled, stepping towards the chair dick had been sitting in and slumping down into it.

unable to contain a soft, sappy smile, you stood from your desk and stepped around it, perching along the edge of the wood, knees brushing against tim's thigh. a hand came up to run itself through his gelled hair, and you leaned carefully forward to press a small peck to the forehead exposed by the action.

"your cologne smells amazing," you sighed against his hair, just barely catching a whiff of it as you moved against him. "much nicer than lynx."

what had been him leaning into your touch, sighing quietly beneath his breath grew rigid and still.

"what did they tell you?" tim's voice came cold, but in a way it was difficult to hold in a laugh.

when you didn't respond, tim pulled away quickly and jumped to his feet, racing to the door. although he closed it behind him, you could hear a combination of boyish laughter and little brother whines that practically painted the picture for you, loud and clear — and you could imagine tim would have to run a board meeting to make sure none of what was heard was spoken of again.

[beebookmagic]

My tag ramble got too long.

But I agree with all of this. Especially since I learned that it was my tags that triggered this discourse that they're referring to. Tags that said "hey trying to erase the link and fetish aspect of the cult isn't good. Just as reducing the cult down to the dommy mommy aspect is also bad" like this exists within their world. You have to consider both sides. They are holding hands emoji.

And you can choose to engage or not engage with this however much you want. D&D is a sandbox where you cherry pick the things you like and the things you don't. However you can't deny that canonically this is the way it's written. And whether you are putting your guys into the cult or taking them out you cannot truly erase this. Especially since Lolth's favorite city is Menzoberranzan which is the most egregious with this sort of thing.

Not all Lolth worshipping cities operate the same way to the same extent. Some are little more horny and some are a little more culty, but both are THERE. However if you're looking at this through the lense of lack of consent,

One, noncon is an actual kink that people enjoy in fiction. The lack of control people have really gets them going. (A neutral statement. I'm not here to moralize it. You do you.) But two, consider that most of the men in this situation, who are more than likely to be the main victims of this, actually ENJOY it. Like the issue they take when it comes to this whole thing is the lack of power they have within society. They can't be leaders. They can't be high ranking priests.

In my initial tags that got screenshot and was trying to be dunked on, I gave the example of Drizzt's graduations orgy. And yes that's what he later called it. It's in the books spelled out. It was an orgy. We only know *his* pov of the situation. We know from hearing what Vierna says to him and Drizzt's general reaction to his sister, that his sister was into it (and him but that is a different can of worms), and we know that it came as a surprise to him. We don't know how many other men in the room knew or didn't know.

We don't know if Drizzt wasn't aware bc he didn't bother making allies there because he hated everyone bc they enjoyed and got off on killing things and each other. Or simply the male students weren't taken into consideration and were purposely kept in the dark to cause confusion and the priestesses were more likely able to get away with it. (This being said, just from real world situations, I believe Drizzt wasn't in the know bc he kept to himself. However other males knew bc similar to a Senior Trip it's something they look forward to. Also there has to be general rules that they would follow. It would make sense that they would be told to at the very least follow along.)

And more importantly we have to consider that DRIZZT IS THE WEIRDO IN THIS CASE. He's the one who doesn't interact bc he hates the way they do things. He's the one with weird thoughts of doing something more and that it doesn't have to be like this. Yes we the reader AGREE with him bc his morals and judgements tend to align with our own. (Although as a side note and small tangent. You can't tell me that the drow aren't a little high at least all the time. Their main food source is mushrooms. They are supposed to be indulgent in this stuff. I think that's YOU thing Drizzt that you're a proud Straight Edge.) He is our audience insert. We are following the story through him (mostly.) but ultimately the whole point was that Drizzt is *Weird*, and doesn't like this so he leaves.

This doesn't take into account the many other authors who may of have some guidance from RAS to write their own stories within the universe. As RAS really seems to only be beaten out by Ed Greenwood in terms of authority over drow, in how people reference back to these books. Especially since they've been going on for so long. But also remember that RAS is mostly writing for *THE SURFACE*. Less and less becomes about the Underdark. I know it'll get back to it, and I'm not there yet. However this is mostly the experience of the Companions of the Hall and Jarlaxle and his reluctant husbands ***on the surface*** away from Lolth. Other books and authors deal with the Underdark.

Ultimately you cannot scrub the dommy mommy aspect of this cult away entirely just because it makes you uncomfortable. You can't sit here and talk about the issue being kink requires consent. (Which, sorry, it doesn't. It REALISTICALLY SHOULD. And obviously y'know don't involve real people who aren't aware into your kink. But also THESE ARENT REAL PEOPLE.) If you want to decide for your version of Faerûn, you are uncomfortable with this aspect, you ultimately can do whatever the hell you want. You are making and curating the game for yourself and your table and your OCs. However, within the canon lore of the Forgotten Realms Dommy Mommy culture and Deeply Traumatic Cult go hand in hand for *all* drow. Not just Lolth worshipping ones. Eilistraee and Vhaeraun are not exempt from this. Straight up you cannot be mad that people see the fetish stuff and acknowledge it's existence.

Drow culture shouldn't be reduced down to fetish content, yes, of course. But it also isn't strictly The Cult either.

Yeah. So the watsonian explanation for the drow being a high control cult does not change that the doylist explanation for it is, in fact, dom kink culture. If not explicitly, then purposefully putting the aesthetics of it to use for horror. Saying that the drow don't have roots in femdom and mommy kink is like saying the cenobites and pinhead in hellraiser don't have roots in bdsm