#what hell of a guideline

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

HC that tim thinks of his public persona as "timothée" to 1) make fun of brucie and 2) better keep himself (Timothy Drake Wayne) separate from who he has to be in this life

Ding ding ding!! Timothy is heavily inspired by Brucie for sure- with a well mix of various hollywood teens and oil baron nepo babies in the mix-

BUT its main use is ofc the same for why Brucie was invented- to keep eyes off Batman/Cardinal.

Most people with eyes can tell Timothy is an exhaggeration- but few know just how deep the rabbit hole goes, and if they do they find a shadow of Tim- not Tim and let alone Cardinal

[bumblingbabooshka]

People honestly portray Tuvok as far too "rolling his eyes, reluctantly going along with Janeway's silly little shenanigans" - he's literally so serious about being right there with her on every decision she makes. Janeway's like "I'm going to stay behind if the ship blows up" and Tuvok's like "I'm staying with you." Janeway's like "I'm going to deliver every member of the Equinox crew into the jaws of death via an alien revenge massacre" and Tuvok protests a grand total of one time before being fully on the bridge assisting her. He was the only one with her when she made the decision to honor the caretaker's wishes and save the Ocampa, dooming them all. He was willing to get court marshalled in order to fulfill a wish she couldn't grant by her own hand: Get them home [no matter what happens to me] <- wherein 'me' is Tuvok. This was the same wish that spurred him forward when he had to leave her on that planet and everyone left thought him cold for trying to fulfill it without her when in his mind it was akin to a dying wish, the last thing she'd ever express to him: Get them home [no matter what happens to me.] <- wherein 'me' is Janeway. He told Seven that the golden rule to follow is that the captain is "ALWAYS RIGHT" <- (His ACTUAL words) and when Seven asks if the captain should be followed even if someone KNOWS she's wrong he says "Perhaps." This man is perhaps the most ride or die dude in the universe about Janeway. Despite her labeling him her 'moral compass' he is by NO means impartial or unbiased. He'd defend her to his last breath. He canonically makes detailed psychological observations about her and has for years. He accounts for her luck when calculating the success of certain plans. It's implied in 'Twisted' that Janeway typically listens to Tuvok's suggestions and follows them nearly without fail - to the point that he's surprised and obviously irritated when Chakotay doesn't. Despite this they've been inside one another's quarters so infrequently that Tuvok can remember each instance. They call each other "Captain" and "Mr. Tuvok" even though they've known each other for twenty years. There's something wrong with them.

[jaid-is-sideways]

guys my girlfriends trying to learn how to use tumblr this is so funny

@skuttiez

[impureserenity]

because of that song I had a kaai yuki renaissance yesterday

mainly listening to yukopi and namitape. they're very comforting to listen to.

[wordsvomit101]

12. Chuseok and future plans

(1 year after the death of Mr and Mrs Lee)

On the cool autumn morning, it's the lunar calendar's 8th month, the 15th day dawned with a whisper of anticipation, heralding the joyous celebration of Chuseok. Having arrived at the ancestral home of his grandparents just the day prior, they would be expected to be awake early in the morning to lend a hand with Charye and pay their respects at the family graves afterward, which also includes Raon's parents once they get back to Ulsan.

The day kicks off at the crack of dawn, with Minhyeok and his older brother rising at the ungodly hour of 4:30 AM to pitch in with the cleaning and preparing of fruits and vegetables. He most likely will join in with the cooking once his old man and his grandfather stock up on meat and fish for bulgogi and saengseon, though he remembered that they will also get some makgeolli as offerings.

They sluggishly got to the well-lit and spacious kitchen, prominently featuring a large window that showed the dark sky and the beautiful porch and a cozy patio, nestled amidst a serene outdoor setting that evokes a sense of tranquility. The coldness of the air contrasted with the warm tones of the interior. Looking at the room again, despite being a small component of the modern hanbok, Minhyeok appreciates his grandfather's great design of it when his parents gifted the old couple the house when the man retired from the Marine Corps.

"Good morning you two, Minhyeok are Raon still sleeping?", the gentle voice of his mother pulls him out of his thoughts as he and his brother step down the short stairs to the brown cabinetry over the two working women and they each took baskets of fruits and vegetables from the white countertop to the sink to clean.

His mom and grandmother stopped their chatter and finished cleaning the dishes. With practiced hands, they gather the necessary ingredients from neatly arranged bowls and jars, each item meticulously chosen for its quality and freshness.

Less drowsy than before, he can guarantee to not slur his words to not make a fool out of himself in front of his respected grandmother, especially when he proudly offers his help last night, "Yes, she's still out like a log, but I could try to wake her up. She's a heavy sleeper, but I'm sure she'll be happy to lend a hand once she's up"

With the background noise of the water from the sink, the air begins to fill with the fragrant aroma of rice flour, subtly sweetened by the scent of honey and sesame oil. Minhyeok's grandmother carefully measures out the precise amount of flour, her weathered hands expertly forming a well in the center. Meanwhile, his mother easily cracked open eggs, their yolks vibrant against the pale backdrop of the mixing bowl. With a warm smile when she glanced back at him, his grandmother reassured him.

"Thank you, dear, we're glad to see you all so eager to help out but let the girl rest, she must be tired", her callous hand softly smoothed his ruffled hair as she walked by him to get the kettle, "It warms my heart to have my family gathered together, working side by side on such a special day."

With a gentle touch, his grandmother pours warm water into the well, slowly incorporating the flour until a smooth dough begins to form. His mom and grandmother then begin to work in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized as if they share a secret language known only to them.

While he wanted to protest a bit, he couldn't deny her, he also wouldn't want to disturb Raon's peaceful rest right now, she woke up twice last night in a panic and landed a kick to his rib in her wake, which also effectively wake him up when he falls down from the bed. He had to guide her back to sleep by gently rubbing her head like how her parents used to do so for her when she had trouble sleeping. It was quite a marvel how she went back to sleep within 10 seconds.

His brother also pitched in, "We've got this covered. Let Raon sleep a little longer. Also, here we're done, is there something else you need help with?" his brother puts plates of fresh and cleaned plates of decorated fruits next to baskets of vegetables.

Coincidentally, his old man and grandfather also come down to the kitchen, back from their trip from the store.

"We're back. We got the meats and some makgeolli for later", his old man said as the two men set down their brought goods, took off their coats, and hung them on the wall hanger.

His mom turned to his dad when he walked over to her while she was making the filling - a mixture of sweetened sesame seeds, finely ground chestnuts, and a hint of cinnamon. As his old man lowered his head to her right shoulder and placed his hand on her waist, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, honey, and thank you, Dad, for your help. Minhyeok, could you please start cooking the bulgogi? And Hyunwoo, could you roll the songpyeon dough into small balls once your Halmoni fills the mixture in? I'll take care of making the daegu-hoe", without missing a beat she took the cod and started to prepare the dish after she examined it.

"That's right. Now, why don't you two set up the altar before coming down to help us with the preparations?", his grandmother addressed the two men and they all nodded in agreement before immersing themselves in the work. Raon woke up at 5:30 and joined them, helping his grandmother with the yakgwa, chattering away in the meantime.

It is mostly mundane topics, from health to what they did last week or what happened lately, but the topic then changes to Minhyeok, Raon, and his brother's education and future plans. The subject got an anxious flinch from Raon, which she shrank further when she noticed how everyone in the kitchen noticed it. They ignored it for her sake and focused their attention on Minhyeok and his brother.

"So, Minhyeok, Hyunwoo, how are your studies going?", his grandfather started as he started to make tea with red ginseng his father gifted the couple yesterday.

"Ah, it has been going well, Harabouji", his brother quickly answered to ease the tension, he continued, "I've been thinking about becoming a dentist. And I want to start my career in the United States"

Silence fell upon the kitchen as what his brother said sank into them.

Well,... It was a shocking new, it got him distracted from his cooking too. It is not that he doubts his brother's capabilities, no, the older teen has always been an intellectual, thanks to his teaching that both he and Raon don't need to go to hagwon like their peers. His strong interest in dental hygiene is very obvious in where he wants to be in life, and always makes it a point to take good care of his own teeth while reminding others to do the same. His crush is also in his school. Minhyeok thought his brother would stationed in Korea.

"Oh? That's quite ambitious. Why the United States?", for some reason his old man seemed a bit less collected than usual, he's not the type to be surprised by this, the few times Minhyeok saw him like that was an incident with his mom's stalker. The strain in his eyes was quite out of place while his mother only looked at them in worry. His brother only calmly continued without missing a beat, yet his eyes never met anyone in the room.

"I've been doing some research, and it seems like the best course of action would be to complete my undergraduate studies first. That way, I can focus entirely on my education without any interruptions", his movements while efficient, becoming more and rigid. His dad also seems to notice and relaxed his face and voice.

"And dental school?", short and straightforward as usual when a tense situation like this happened.

"After completing my undergraduate studies, I plan to apply for dental school in the US. I'm confident that with my academic achievements, I can secure scholarships to help cover the costs", he never got these two, they got more relaxed just by the other treating them like colleagues, it's weird.

The scent of the food got his focus back and Minhyeok transferred the cooked bulgogi to a serving platter, the glossy caramelized glaze glistening in the light. He garnishes it with thinly sliced green onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds, adding a final touch of freshness and texture.

While he was doing that, his brother and dad seemed to relax the tension by themselves once his brother reported his detailed plan to defer his military service, from the MMA, MND, to the South Korean Embassy, etc. It's confusing and convoluted, and when Raon and him share a look, their thoughts are understood immediately. Even his mom is looking at them with a now amused smile.

While the others are still focused on his brother and old man, Raon walks over to him, notion for him to lower his head, and whispers, "Hey, Min, what about you?"

"Me?", honestly he expected this question sooner or later but it would be a while before either of his grandparents asked. Raon helped him pick up all the plates of food to the living room table since everything was pretty much done.

"Yeah you, what do you want to do? I mean, you have always been... good at pretty much everything. For me, I think I want to pursue a career in literature"

"That sounds great, Raon. You're good with words. I'm sure you'd excel at it if you put your mind to it"

If she becomes an author, he needs to keep his eyes out for any of her publishing.

Raon smiles giddily, lightness graces her steps, "Thanks, Min. What about you? Have you thought about what you want to do?"

Once they settle all the plating on the table and he thoughts about it. He... honestly doesn't know what to do, he feels too inexperienced to give a satisfactory answer to questions like these.

He likes making friends and he likes spending time with people he loves. He likes sports, he likes arts, he likes cooking and baking, he likes learning new things, he... He doesn't know what he wants to do.

"I have been living quite aimlessly huh..."

Seeing his silence, she awkwardly pats his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort and redirect his attention back from his daze and he looks back at her curiously.

She hesitated for a while and she gripped his shoulder lightly as she tried to find her words, frowning cutely at that. Looking at her face his heart seems to unconsciously untangle itself.

"Seriously, I'm so bad at this...", he waits and he feels some sort of realization forming, "I- whatever path you choose, you- You will be good at it ok?!"

A sudden rise to her voice surprised him and the intensity in her eyes when she looked at him, made his heart do a backflip, his face felt hot all of a sudden.

"A-Also! We- we are still young anyway! We have time to explore our choices. We will support each other during it anyway," the excitement and foreboding gripped his entire body with vice when he saw her blushing embarrassed face.

"Oh"

"You are always there for me so I will be there for you if you don't know what to do", her genuine words left him clinging to them.

"Oh no", this is dangerous, his heart is about to jump out of his throat at this point.

He almost didn't notice Raon raising her hand with her pinky finger to his face, "L-Let's make a pact to always encourage each other to follow our passions, no matter where they may lead us!", her face is furiously red now, it's so lovely, he both want to fold into two and laugh. So he does both.

"Hey! Stop laughing you bastard! I cannot do this heart-to-heart thing so stop making it longer!", she gave him several light-hearted smacks to his back but he saw her growing grin despite her grumpy actions.

"This is ridiculous, yet,...", he looks up at her crouching figure next to him, looking down at him, hiding half of her beautiful face with her arm and the other pinching his left cheek in annoyance.

"I want to be with you and I want to make you happy", a realization never feels easier than this. It feels warmer and nicer compared to the fervor he expected.

He extended his pinky finger and her eyes brightened up and she quickly hooked her pinky with his.

"Every step of the way?"

"Every step of the way"

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End notes:

Chuseok, also known as Korean Thanksgiving, is a major harvest festival celebrated in South Korea. It's a time for families to gather, pay respects to ancestors, and enjoy traditional foods. The holiday fosters gratitude, unity, and cultural heritage among Koreans.

Charye refers to a traditional Korean ritual conducted during important holidays such as Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) and Seollal (Lunar New Year). During charye, families pay respects to their ancestors by setting up an altar with food offerings and ancestral tablets. The ritual involves bowing, offering food and drinks, and expressing gratitude to ancestors for their blessings and protection. Charye is a significant cultural practice in Korea, emphasizing filial piety, family ties, and honoring ancestors' spirits.

Ulsan is a major industrial city in southeastern South Korea, known for its automotive and shipbuilding industries. It also features natural attractions like beaches and mountains, along with cultural events and festivals.

Songpyeon is a traditional Korean rice cake made during Chuseok, the Korean harvest festival. It's a type of tteok (rice cake) that's typically filled with sweet ingredients like sweetened sesame seeds, sweet red bean paste, or chestnut paste. The rice cakes are shaped into small half-moon shapes and steamed on a bed of pine needles, which impart a fragrant aroma.

Bulgogi is a classic Korean dish featuring thinly sliced beef marinated in a savory-sweet sauce. It's grilled or stir-fried until tender and caramelized, often served with rice and side dishes like lettuce leaves and kimchi.

Saengseon is a Korean term that simply means "fish." It can refer to various types of fish used in Korean cuisine, whether they are cooked, raw, or served in different styles such as grilled, fried, or steamed. In general, "saengseon" denotes the main ingredient of a dish fish.

Makgeolli is a traditional Korean alcoholic beverage made from fermented rice. It has a milky appearance and a slightly sweet and tangy flavor with a low alcohol content. Makgeolli is often enjoyed as a social drink, especially during festive occasions or gatherings with friends and family. It's known for its refreshing taste and smooth texture, and it's sometimes paired with savory snacks or spicy Korean dishes.

Marine Corps: The Republic of Korea Marine Corps (ROKMC) is a specialized branch of the South Korean military responsible for amphibious operations and maritime security. Established in 1949, it works closely with the South Korean Navy and is renowned for its rigorous training and readiness to respond to threats.

Daegu-hoe, also known as Daegu-style raw fish, is a regional specialty of Daegu, South Korea. It typically consists of fresh raw fish thinly sliced and served sashimi-style. The fish used in Daegu-hoe can vary but often includes local varieties such as flounder, sea bream, or rockfish. The slices of raw fish are arranged on a plate and served with various accompaniments such as wasabi, soy sauce, sliced garlic, and chili paste. It's a popular dish among locals and visitors alike, especially in coastal regions where fresh seafood is abundant.

Yakgwa is a traditional Korean sweet pastry made from wheat flour, honey, sesame oil, and ginger juice. The dough is deep-fried until golden brown and then soaked in a syrup made from honey, sugar, and water. Yakgwa is known for its delicate, chewy texture and sweet, aromatic flavor. It's often served as a dessert or snack during special occasions and holidays in Korea, such as weddings, birthdays, and Lunar New Year celebrations.

Hagwon is a Korean term that refers to private, after-school academies or institutions that offer supplementary education to students. These academies provide additional instruction in subjects such as mathematics, English, science, and the Korean language, aiming to supplement the regular curriculum taught in schools. Hagwons are popular in South Korea, where there is significant competition among students to excel academically. Many parents enroll their children in hagwons to help them improve their academic performance and gain an advantage in exams. Hagwons often operate outside of regular school hours, with classes held in the evenings and on weekends.

Military Manpower Administration: The MMA is responsible for overseeing military service matters in South Korea. They handle enlistment, deferments, exemptions, and other related administrative tasks.

Ministry of National Defense: The MND sets policies and regulations related to military service in South Korea. They work closely with the MMA to ensure the effective implementation of these policies.

South Korean Embassy or Consulate: A South Korean Embassy or Consulate is a diplomatic office representing South Korea in foreign countries. It provides consular services, issues visas, and promotes cultural and economic ties between South Korea and the host country.

[braskide]

outofcharacter. happy 22nd final fantasy x anniversary!!!! ! !! !! please think about her today.

i will be revamping my guidelines and whatnot because i miss interacting with the dashboard and writing her — i have resumed writing yuna over discord with friends lately so i wanted to go look for my old mutuals, so if i found you and you’re reading this don’t forget you’re here forever.

apropos of what i just mentioned i also want to reach out with new muses, thank you for being here!! ! you can [ like ] this post and i’ll come drop her in your askbox.

[onedoodleaday]

Onedoodleaday submission guidelines: Submitting your art

If you've made art for a prompt, we'd love to see it!

To get your art shared on the blog, you can either use the submission feature, send a DM with your post attached, or reblog the prompt and add your art directly to the reblog. I recommend avoiding the @ -feature, as it can be very buggy.

Art must be made in response to one of our prompts - don't just submit stuff that just happens to fit. I can't background check all submissions, so I'm going to trust you to be cool.

We only share submissions that are safe for work, non-sexual, and not too gorey or disturbing (light horror is fine, I'll be judging case-by-case and tag accordingly). I am not against anyone making such things inspired by my prompts, I just won't be sharing it on the blog.

We do not accept art submissions based on franchises where those who profit are known to be anti human rights.

Fanart is otherwise accepted! If you want a full list of fandoms we are excluding, you can find it under the readmore:

Fanart I will not post:

Category 1: Zero-tolerance policy:

Harry Potter

Five Nights at Freddy's

South Park

DSMP

Category 2: Also not accepted:

Hazbin hotel

Twilight

Marvel Cinematic Universe

I've split things up into two - the 'zero-tolerance policy' is stuff I will block you on sight for posting. The 'also not accepted' category is for things I don't necessarily have a moral stance on, but am uncomfortable about promoting to my blog, for whatever reason.

This list may be incomplete.

Don't worry too much if you accidentally submit something from the second bracket. Worry a lot about submitting anything from the first. I am Going to Get You.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[seawhimsy321]

Every now and again, I remind myself I somehow managed to survive a pandemic despite having no right to.

And that's ok.

Even when it feels like it isn't

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

is. is that the fucking Great Ice Dragon. how did you get in here. where did you even come from.

[redlenai]

Done this little notice for Bijou Paradise's Patreon as well lmao Because we are an artist and a write, both adults working together creating content… and sharing a single braincell despite we don't know much about how to use it hahahaha

Remember consent is fun especially when big bro P is watching.

[atalana]

this is just a vent post you can interact with it or not i don't mind just i gotta put it somewhere

[waywardsalt]

tag rant but man i fuckin hate the new direction for loz

[catgirlcurse]

Huh. turns out being being singled out, infantilized and dehumanized for being disabled for my entire childhood and abused whenever the disability makes itself clear and chastised for expressing that its affecting me while not being allowed to call it what it is or god forbid address it as a disability and treat it solely as a moral failure, a failure to be a normal human being who must be punished for struggling and hurting, and can only survive by shrinking away from anything stressful or uncomfortable, kinda fucked me up for life in too many ways to count!

[snakenoodlesoup]

Already got a community guideline violation... on my introduction post to my TikTok account

Was it because I used the word "ass" in the video text??? I don't know, they didn't tell me why

Make it make sense??

[genderqueerdykes]

i really want to see genderqueer be an identity we talk about in great detail this pride month. genderqueer saw more usage in the 90s and 2000s, with the rise of the term non binary we've seen more people gravitate toward that label as it becomes the more socially accepted term to use given its notoriety. i would like to bring back alternative labels for this experience, since our diversity is what makes us so unique and strong as a community

genderqueer is an identity that has a long history, and a myriad of definitions and folks who express it in different ways. it really can mean whatever the hell you want. it can mean that you're cisgender but express your gender in a queer way. it can mean that you're trans, take hormones, have gotten top and bottom surgery and dress however you want. it can mean that you dress "normal" and pass as cishet but have a queer gender on the inside. it can mean that you combine masculine and feminine aesthetics. it can mean that you strive for gender neutrality. it can mean that you want to be so ambiguously gendered strangers can't tell who you are.

there's no guidelines or rules, genderqueer is an identity meant to embrace the freedom one can have with gender expression. it can mean as much or as little as the person using it wants it to. it's a beautiful term that is just as flexible as non binary, and i do not postulate to replace that term, but rather bring light to another identity that may suit folks slightly better. it's a beautiful identity. it's what I came out as first in 2011 and I'm happy to be back at all these years later.

2024 is a great year to be proud of being genderqueer and to proudly tell people about this part of yourself. let's celebrate ourselves louder and prouder than ever before. there are many ways to exist outside of the binary, and folks deserve to know about older terms that have been used by the community as well as newer ones

[rhysroshalfile]

normal about this

washroom angel

fem!remmick x reader (18+ mdni)

on a routine bartending shift you find a butch in the alleyway and decide to take her home

author's note: hello fellow wlw remmick fans. happy pride month (even though it's almost over) enjoy this delicious little number brought to you by the cigarette i had earlier. big shout out to @rhysroshalfile because their femmick is quite literally the blueprint for this. grma enjoy! warnings: oral (fem recieving), penetration, strap-on, vibrators, drool, biting, hair pulling, sub and bottom remmick, remmick being stalkery (the usual)

You pour another drink for a waiting customer, smirking as she hands over a bill and compliments your makeup.

“Your girlfriend must love all that,” she jokes.

She’s an older butch. She has a strong chin and short hair and a tattoo on her bicep. 

“I haven’t got a girlfriend.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Sure is.”

Another dollar in the tip jar. 

“Thank you, love,” you chirp, making her grin at you. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” a familiar face greets you, sitting at a stool. 

“Hi, Lola,” you greet her back. “You want your usual?”

“Please, babe. I’m dyin’.”

You giggle and start to work on a cosmo.

The night continues, you serve more drinks and get more compliments. Other fem patrons ask where you got your boots or what brand of mascara you wear. 

“Wait, the makeup is so on,” a one with a pencil thin mustache and pink hair purrs.

“Thank you, love your hair,” you return, passing a hard seltzer over the bar. 

You wipe your hands on your apron. 

“I’m going for a smoke, Colm!” you call to the other bartender, an older gay man who wears one gold earring.

“Right, dear.”

You step out the back into the alley and light yourself a cigarette. Your lighter sparks, but doesn’t light. 

“Oh, come on,” you hiss, shaking it.

You try again and fail.

“Shit.”

You look around, trying to ignore the multiple couples kissing, or the blowjob occurring in the corner. You see a scrawny butch alone.

“Have you got a light?” you ask her. 

She flinches. 

“You scared me.” 

She’s Irish. 

“I’m sorry,” you coo sweetly. 

“I-I got a light.” 

She nods, producing a lighter from her pocket. She lights your cigarette and you watch her hands tremble. 

You take a puff, tasting that bitter smoke as it fills your lungs. You exhale away from her face.

“Thanks, love.”

You lean against the side of the building.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?” you tease, pointing at the dark alley.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend. Unless this was a one-time kinda thing.” 

“I-I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Well, this alley’s just for smoking and fucking, so if you’re not doing either, why are you out here and not inside?” 

“I was nervous,” she admits sheepishly. 

You know this type. The baby gays who put on their dad’s clothes and go out for the first time, and shake like leaves in the corner of the bar. Too scared to make moves. 

Her clothes definitely don’t fit, baggy trousers held up too high by a tight belt. 

“First time?” 

She swallows hard. 

“Yeah…”

You introduce yourself, offering your hand. She shakes it.

“I’m Remmick,” she says.

“Remmick,” you echo. “Did you give it to yourself?”

“I did.”

“Would you like to come in with me, Remmick? I’m the bartender. I’ll give you something really strong, shake those nerves off.”

Remmick nods, eyes wide as she stares at you. You’re the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. Your breasts barely contained by your strappy top and the black lace of your panties peeking over the top of your short skirt make her heart thump in her chest. 

You finish your cigarette and flick it on the ground, putting it out with the heel of your boot. The sight makes Remmick weak in the knees. 

Remmick sits at the end of the bar and you smile at her.

“You want a drink?”

“Yeah. I… um…”

She’s staring at you. You raise a brow expectantly.

“Why don’t you take a look behind me and I’ll come back, okay?”

She nods.

You look back down, helping someone else and peeking at Remmick as she fiddles with her hands. 

“What’s got your eye?” Lola asks. 

“The baby butch down there,” you say, pointing to the anxious thing at the end of the bar. “I found her in the alley.” 

“Found her?”

“Like a stray kitten.” 

“She is cute. She looks nervous.”

“First time, I think.”

“Well, you’re always so welcomin’ to the new girls,” she jokes.

You are. The bar owner had to institute a rule of one person in the employee washroom at a time because of you. 

Not that anyone pays attention to it. 

“I sure am,” you joke. “Do you want another?”

“I always do.”

You can sense that Remmick is wanting to ask you something, so you make Lola’s drink and set it down, then float down the bar to her.

“Can I just have a beer?”

“Sure.”

You crack open a cold bottle and push it to her. 

“Thanks,” she says, unable to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” you tell her, touching her arm. You can feel the muscle tense under your touch and you try not to laugh at her.

“I will. Thank- uh, thank you.” 

There is no way you’re leaving without her tonight. 

The night winds down, and more people leave. The bar that was previously hot, sweaty, and full of people dancing is now half-full but still hot. 

You glance over your shoulder and see Remmick’s finger under her collar, pulling at it.

“You can take your shirt off if you’re hot. Nobody cares.”

She goes red and shakes her head.

“I-I’m not hot.”

You give her a glass of ice water and she drinks it down quickly.

“You seem pretty hot to me.”

“I-I don’t have a shirt on under this…”

“I brought a shirt for the bus, you wanna wear that?”

She nods at you, dumbfounded as she watches you walk to the backroom and return with an oversized black tee you use to cover up on your commute home.

She unbuttons her shirt and pulls yours on in a swift motion, so you only get to see a glimpse of her pale skin and a black sports bra. You also see the glint of a chain around her neck. 

“My shift is almost over,” you tell her softly, leaning over the bar. Her eyes are obviously on your tits.

“Oh.”

“You got somewhere to stumble home to, Remmick?” 

“I’ll figure it out,” she mumbles.

“Yeah. Or… you could come home with me?” you offer, smirking at her.

She’s wide eyed, slack jawed, and tomato red as she blinks at you.

“You… really?”

“Mhm. I gotta go clock out and wash up and then we can go, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Great.”

You clock out in the office, fixing your hair in the tiny mirror before exiting with your purse around your body.

“Bye, Colm, bye Lola!” you call, grabbing Remmick’s hand and tugging her with you.

“I-I thought you said-”

“You can come with me.”

Lola laughs.

“She’s gonna eat that wee thing alive.” 

You enter the washroom and tug Remmick in, setting your duffel bag on the baby changing station. 

“A-are you sure you want me in here?”

“Don’t you wanna be?” you tease. You unzip your skirt and slip it off, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

Remmick stares at your ass, trying to keep herself from drooling. You hold your hand out.

“You can give me my shirt or yours, up to you.”

Remmick pulls off the shirt she tied at her waist, handing it over. You put it on, finding it’s big on you, too. She was really swimming in it.

“Whose clothes are these? Your dad’s?”

“Does it matter?” she jokes lightly. You giggle and back her up against the wall, making her squirm.

“You are so cute,” you tell her, leaning in to kiss her. 

She kisses back enthusiastically, her hands flat on the wall. You hold her hips and squeeze lightly.

“You can touch me, love,” you purr in her ear, nipping at the lobe. 

She shivers and two shaky hands reach up to hold your waist.

You’re so warm. She can feel your blood pumping and the heat pulsating off of your body is addictive.

“You’re cold,” you tease, your pinky finger hooked in her waistband. 

“I-I won’t be if you keep going,” she urges. 

You scoff at that, slotting your knee between her legs. She groans against your mouth, keening for friction.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” she squeaks. “Yes, yes, fuck…” 

You giggle at her, twirling a bronze curl around your finger.

She kisses at your neck, her teeth scraping against your skin. She has to keep her fangs from sliding out, gripping your waist tightly.

You feel her nails dig into your skin, teeth not biting– just ghosting the skin, hardly pressing in.

“Are you trying to bite my neck, you little vampire?” 

She almost faints at that. Your hand curls in her hair and tugs it back, making her moan. She covers her mouth, her fangs having slid out. 

“You can be loud.” 

“Sh-shouldn’t we go?” she pants out from behind her hand.

“Aw, but I really want to make you cum in your trousers,” you tease, pushing your thigh against her.

She shivers as you kiss the shell of her ear.

“I can settle for watching you squirm on the bus.”

She whimpers and you grab her other hand, taking her out of the bar as you walk to the bus stop. She insists on carrying your duffel to be a gentleman.

“But gentlemen don’t eat pussy,” you tease.

“N-no, I can do that,” she affirms eagerly. 

“Haven you eaten?” you ask, changing the subject.

Remmick doesn’t figure that out, shaking her head feverishly.

“There was food at the bar, if you were that hungry.”

“We’re… not still talkin’ about pussy?” she squeaks out. 

You hyena-laugh, and see someone walking a dog look over at you from across the street. 

“You can do that. But I’ll make you some dinner first.” 

You sit next to Remmick on the bus. She remains standing, holding the bar next to your seat. You would love to tug her into your lap and make her squeak again, but there are too many people on this bus. You tug her into the seat next to you instead, grinning.

She’s stiff and nervous, clutching your bag like she’ll float away if she lets go. 

“This is us, c’mon.” Remmick follows you out, the cold air hits her face as she continues behind you. She’s like a lost dog following you home, and you hold her hand when you get closer to your flat. You step into the building.

Remmick waits outside, nervously tapping her hand on your bag.

“Won’t you come in?” you joke, waving her in.

She takes a step in and you drag her up the stairs, all the way to the third floor. You count the doors until you get to yours, fishing your keys out of your purse and unlocking it to push it open. 

“Welcome to my beautiful home,” you joke, showing off your shitty flat. “Please make yourself at home.” 

She pads in behind you and hands over your bag.

“Thank you,” you chirp, kissing her cheek.

She’s beetroot again, which has you giggling.

“You can sit down, I’m gonna put something more comfortable on.”

Remmick watches you go into the bathroom and sits on your cozy sofa. There’s a blanket draped over the back she can tell was handmade. Your home isn’t messy, but it is full of little things that tell you about her. Posters of films and bands. Tapestries and art prints and string lights of Polaroids you and friends have taken. She wants to flip through your records and look through your bookshelf, to know everything about you. 

You come back out in a faded and oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, stretching your back. 

“I can lend you some shorts if you want to get out of those trousers. You’re drowning in them.”

She’s still wearing your shirt, she realises. She was just looking for someone to feed on in the alley and instead she got picked up by the scruff and taken home. She’s a ruthless predator and you’re treating her like a stray kitten. 

She blinks at you.

“Right. Erm… did you want to eat?”

“I-I’m not hungry,” she lies. 

Of course she is. She’s starving. 

“Are you sure?” you coo, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

Remmick winces.

“You can relax, I’m not gonna bite. Even though I know you want to bite me,” you tease her. 

“C-can we keep kissin’? Like in the washroom?” 

“Can we?”

She swallows as you lean down to hold her face in both hands.

“Yeah, this would make a pretty good seat,” you purr, tapping on the tip of her nose with your finger. 

In one swift motion, Remmick grabs your arm and tugs you down to the sofa, right on top of her. She kisses you again and you thread your fingers into her messy hair. You straddle her and her hands grip your hips, squeezing the soft flesh there.

“Let- let me… ngh, p-please-” 

She can hardly get her words out as you kiss her neck. She pushes at your hem too and you straighten your back, slowly pulling up the hem of your shirt.

“You wanna see ‘em?”

She nods wildly, like she might break her neck.

“Yeah?”

“Please, please… please, wanna k-kiss ‘em and squeeze ‘em, I-I’ll be so gentle, I promise,” she babbles as you drag the fabric up slowly and let your tits bounce into place.

She groans, hands sliding up your sides to squeeze at both of your breasts. 

“Y’so soft, love,” she murmurs against your skin. 

You hum, feeling her gentle touches become rougher when she pinches your nipple, making you jerk.

Your hand flies down and grabs that damn chain around her neck, yanking her upward. 

“Gentle,” you tut. 

She nods, swallowing as she does. 

“Please, c-can I… can I taste you, please?” 

“Beg a little more,” you command with a smirk, holding her chin. “It sounds so good.”

Remmick’s never had a girl like you. You’re cruel, but not overly. Still sweet and affectionate, and you clearly want her just as bad as she wants you. 

“Please, I-I’m dyin’ to taste you…”

She whimpers, pleading with her eyes. She cradles your hand, kissing your palm. 

“I’m so hungry,” she whines, kissing your fingertips and taking your thumb into her mouth. “I-I’ll make you cum, please, I’ll be so good…” 

You climb off of her and point to the carpeted floor, which she darts to, popping up on her knees. You settle on the edge of the sofa cushion and she quickly pulls down your shorts, leaving only your soaked panties. Remmick feels her own drool drip onto her knee and ignores it as she parts your thighs.

She makes something between a growl and a whine and lurches forward, licking you over the cotton on your cunt. She groans against you as she sucks on the gusset of your panties, her nails digging into the meat of your thighs.

You tug her back by the hair. She pants with her tongue still out like a dog. 

“I won’t tell you again to be gentle,” you say firmly. 

“Yes, love,” she agrees, wincing as she tries to move forward despite the tight grip on her hair. “Please- please, fuck, you taste so good!” 

You release her and in a blink she rips the black fabric down your legs with her teeth, spitting them out beside her.

She hooks your legs over her shoulders and kisses your hole, her nose brushing against your clit. She whines against you, the vibration making you jolt.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you sigh, back arching.

Remmick feels her fangs threatening to slide down and sucks on your clit, making you cry out. She pushes a finger inside of you, pumping it and moaning at how slick you are. She adds a second as her other hand goes to work undoing her belt and slipping into her trousers.

“Yeah… f-fuck… t-take my fingers so good,” she encourages weakly, rubbing over her own underwear.

Her tongue lavs at your clit as she pushes a finger inside of herself, making her puff out air. Her nose pushes against you and she licks noisily at the slick dripping down her fingers. Only it mixes with her drool and slowly slides down her wrist. 

“Fucking yourself while you eat my cunt, that’s class,” you tease her, giggling. “Taste that good?”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” she manages to say, lifting her head for a split second before returning to your cunt. 

“Fuck, Remmick,” you breathe. “D-don’t stop- fuck! Yes, yes, right there!”

You look down at her.

“Don’t you fuckin’ cum,” you threaten.

“Wh-why not?”

“You’re only cumming if I make you do it,” you tell her. 

She obediently pulls her hand away and you hold out a hand. She hesitates and gives you her hand. You take her two fingers in your mouth, licking between them to make her gasp and squirm. She keeps pumping her fingers in and out, and you match her pace, bobbing your head as you suck her fingers.

You inhale sharply and bite down on her fingers accidentally, making her yelp and pull her hand away. The mounting pressure in your abdomen bursts and you gush into Remmick’s waiting mouth. Her fangs are out but she doesn’t care, drinking up your nectar as she lazily pushes her fingers into you.

“So good,” she gurgles, slurping up your wetness. Her drool is part of the mess, and you’ve absolutely left a stain on the sofa. 

You tug her head back to get her off of your sensitive cunt and she quickly shuts her mouth, willing her fangs to slide back up.

“Wass’at good?” she asks, grinning at you.

“So good,” you praise her, stroking the side of her face. She pushes into your touch like a cat.

“Do you want more?” you offer.

“Please, I want you so bad,” she whines.

You lean forward and grab her face, squeezing her cheeks.

“Who’s on top?”

She makes a little noise and you give her a stern look.

“Remmick.” 

“Y-you,” she stammers out.

“I can’t hear you. Who’s on top?” 

“You, you,” she chants. “Fuck me, please, I’m beggin’ you…” 

You stand up on wobbly legs and lead her to your bedroom. 

“You should take your clothes off.”

She peels off your shirt, wet and sticky with drool and your juices, and tosses it behind her. Her sports bra follows and she shoves down her too-big-trousers.

You glance at her and laugh at her plain white men’s underwear.

“What?”

“Those too.” 

You dig in a box in your closet and produce your double strap, which is just an egg attached to a dildo that you hold in place with a harness. Remmick is intimidated by the size, shivering. You harness up and she drools at the sight of the black straps squeezing the soft skin of your ass and thighs. 

“You drool a lot,” you note as you shove her back onto the plush covers. 

“Fuck, how can I not?” she groans as you climb up and settle over her. 

You shove her legs apart and pin her down against the bed, grinding the strap against her. She squirms and huffs, trying to get more friction.

“Let me stretch you out, love,” you tell her, pushing in two fingers. She makes a choked noise as her head lolls to the side.

“That’s good, just breathe,” you encourage her softly. 

She needs you so bad, needs you inside of her. She needs your warm body over her so she can bite you already. 

“You ready for it, Remmick?”

She nods and pants, her arms covering her face as she tries not to bite her own arm.

“Fuck, please,” she cries, wrecked already.

You reach down and flick on the vibrations, shivering at the feeling. You slip into her and she moans, her voice cracking as she arches her back. 

“That’s it, fuck, look at you,” you praise her. She locks eyes with you, panting as you push in further. The two of you are skin to skin. Remmick’s leg hooks over your hip and you slide all the way in, your hips meeting hers. You stay like that, grinding your clit against the silicone. You tuck your face into her neck and she can’t take it anymore. 

She’s so hungry. 

Her lips brush your neck and her claws grow from her hands as she grabs the back of your hair and bites into your neck, snarling.

You gasp, thrashing to get away but she turns you over, rocking her hips as she drinks from your pulsing jugular. 

She pulls back, blood coating her mouth and chin, fangs pointed behind her lips. 

She whines, bringing herself up and down, bouncing on the strap as you feel your body tense up. It’s not another orgasm. You feel your teeth and your hands changing. It’s a painful, slow process, like growing pains in triple time. You cry out and Remmick puts a claw to her bloody lips.

“No, shh. Don’t cry,” she comforts you, still riding your strap. She takes your clawed hands and brings them to her waist.

“Ngh… y-you’ll be such a good bride. And I will too, I promise,” she says eagerly. She has a little lisp now with her fangs.

“Y-you’re all mine, please… I deserve this…”

She gasps as she grinds down, pushing the silicone against you. You twitch and she digs her claws into your shoulders. It hardly hurts though, but you can feel your own claws in her sides. In your sides. But they’re your claws.

She gasps and straightens up, twisting her body and whimpering.

You feel yourself right on the edge, but you’re already cumming, twitching and spasming around the egg inside of you. But you feel the strap. And you feel your own hands. 

“It’s s-so much to st-start,” Remmick tries to explain, trembling from her own orgasm. 

You easily lift her off of your strap and reach down to turn off the vibrations. You slip it out of you with a slick pop and Remmick curls up to your side, licking the wound on your neck.

“I-I’ve been watching you for weeks,” she admits. “You take girls home and they don’t say thank you or… or stay for breakfast. I wanted you to cook for me, but human food just… tastes so bland now. You’ll understand.”

She nuzzles into your neck, kissing your chin.

“I’ve wanted to be your bride for so long now,” she sighs.

You look at her. You feel her admiration for you, her lust and the way you make her giddy.

“See? Now you’re my bride… and we feel each other.”

She kisses you, smearing blood on your lips.

“Mo chroí… now we’re together forever.” 

[hinge]

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