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The Library of Illusion — The Temple Guardian

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➮ naga!Mingi × fem!Reader wc: 6.2k summary: In the adventure section, Y/N finds herself in a dark ancient temple where she runs into a treasure hunter but soon the two run into trouble when they awaken the guardian of the temple. genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, adventure, supernatural; non idol au, naga au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, minor character death, mention of blood, decapitation, and a headless corpse, also implied human consumption (mingi isn't human so keep that in mind lol), sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings below the cut!

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this one. I'm a huge slvt for double penetration so this was right up my alley. I'm also a major monster fvcker enthusiast so there's that as well. Thank you so much for reading! We have two more parts before the event ends and I'm looking forward to writing both of them so I hope you're looking forward to reading them! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and banner made by me. Adult content and reblog banners made by me with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it), sex with a supernatural creature, naga!Mingi, two dicks, double penetration (f receiving), anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), slight dubcon (Mingi doesn't listen one time but that's it), creampie, hint at multiple rounds (unrealistic sex but Mingi isn't human so 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol), I think I got everything but of course if I missed any let me know!

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“Just open the door,” you ordered, ignoring the way Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at you.

“As you wish,” he answered, pulling open the heavy wooden door. You started forward, stopping when he grabbed your arm firmly. Glancing down, you noticed how his grip was firm but still gentle at the same time. You look up from his fingers to meet his gaze.

“Be careful,” he said softly, eyes darting between yours. “Be on your toes at all times here. Some of the people you may meet here aren’t what they seem,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “What does that mean?”

Seonghwa said nothing, still holding your gaze. “Can…” your voice trailed off.

“Can you see the future?”

Seonghwa let go of your arm. “No,” he answered. “It’s just a feeling.”

“But you see everything?”

Seonghwa nodded once. “Everything.”

Your stomach churned. He’d said this before but it didn’t really dawn on you what he meant by everything. Deciding not to dwell on it, you turned to look into the black void of the hallway before you.

“I mean it,” Seonghwa said, holding up his hand as you tried to step forward. “Be careful.”

You nodded silently, letting him know you heard him.

Seonghwa reluctantly lowered his hand and watched as you stepped past the door frame. The door shut behind you and he turned away from the wood, making his way back over to the desk in the middle of the room.

“Just a little while longer,” he murmured before lifting his head and turning to look at the door with the orange sign that read ‘Restricted Section.’

“Just be a little more patient.”

Inside the hallway was just as the others had been and as you walked down the aisle, flashlight in hand, you wondered what you might find in this section. The last section.

‘The last section.’

The thought hadn’t registered when you first walked into the door but now that you were heading down this dark corridor, it finally hit you that this was the last section before you could finally find freedom.

With a newfound pep in your step, you hurried along, shining the light ahead, determination flooding your body.

The wood of the library gave way to stone and you glanced down to see the stone was not unlike the stone of the Library. A type of sandstone. You continued to walk and looked up, noticing a light in the distance.

Picking up the pace, you hurried down the hall towards the light, noticing how the walls were now covered in green vines with leafy greenery.

As you approached the light, you discovered it was sunlight filtering through the ceiling. You kept your flashlight on, glancing up to peer through a slot in the ceiling that led to the outside. You could see green vines, blue skies, and hear the sounds of the jungle outside.

You felt relief for a moment before you remembered this wasn’t home. This was the adventure section. You couldn’t let your guard down like that.

Lowering your gaze, you continued on, walking through the hall until you reached a large room. Glancing around, you noticed that this seemed to be some sort of ceremonial chamber.

Across from where you stood was another open doorway. You walked forward, ignoring the massive bugs that scurried across your path. You made your way over to one of the staircases against the wall that led up to the platform where the doorway stood.

Once on the landing, you glanced behind you and noticed how the room seemed to remind you of something out of an Indiana Jones movie or one of the Tomb Raider games.

‘Focus, Y/N,’ you told yourself as you turned back to the doorway and entered it carefully. You needed to stay on your toes, like Seonghwa said.

As you walked, you kept a close eye on the floor and taking it slow. The last thing you wanted to do was set off some sort of ancient booby trap.

The hall turned left at the end and you peered around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you continued forward. At the end of this new hallway you found yourself at a crossroad. You could take the left tunnel which turned at the end or you could take the right tunnel which continued further than your eyes could tell.

Deciding the endless tunnel wasn’t a good idea, you turned left and headed down to the turn. Each step was carefully calculated and you kept your head on a swivel to make sure you didn’t run into any traps.

As you neared the end of the hall, you could hear the sound of someone mumbling to themselves and the sound of stone and metal scraping. You could only imagine what you’d find when you rounded this corner.

Once you reached the end of the hall, you peered around the corner and saw a man standing at what looked to be another door. He was inspecting a hole in the wall next to the door.

He wasn’t exactly tall but he wasn’t short. Maybe just a bit taller than yourself.

He wore similar clothes to you, tan shorts and button up shirt. He wore crew socks and thick brown hiking boots. He had a backpack that was resting against the wall beside him. He wore a wide brim hat and had a large machete strapped to his belt.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you heard him grumble as he pushed his hat back, letting it fall behind him, the string that hung down keeping it from falling to the floor. “There’s no mechanism here,” he continued, speaking to himself.

You watched him for a couple more minutes as he inspected the cut out. Finally you cleared your throat.

If this were any other situation, the way he jumped nearly a foot and struggled to unsheathe his machete would have been comical. His eyes were wide, expression shocked as he held the machete aloft.

When his eyes landed on you, his expression relaxed as did his posture. “Who are you?” he asked cautiously. “An adventurer, much like yourself,” you answered, stepping out from behind the corner.

The man’s eyes looked over you quickly before replacing his machete in its sheath.

“What are you doing here?”

You watched as he returned to the square cut out in the wall, bending over to peer inside it. “I’m looking for something,” you answered, watching him.

“Oh yeah? Treasure?” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

He scoffed when you shook your head. “No one comes out this far in the jungle if they aren’t looking for treasure,” he replied. “Maybe I’m looking for knowledge,” you replied. The man looked at you again, giving you another once over.

“What did you say your name was?” he asked. You shook your head. “I never said it,” you answered. “I’m Y/N,” you finally introduced yourself.

The man nodded once. “Nice to meet you Y/N,” he replied. “I’m Charlie.”

“So what are you looking for, Charlie?” you asked as you walked over. He nodded towards the door. “According to the texts and maps, this door leads into a special chamber,” he explained. “There’s supposed to be something special behind this door. I’m assuming treasure,” he continued.

“But I can’t seem to figure out how to open the door,” he explained, looking back at the cut out. “Usually these doors have mechanisms that have to be switched to open them but there doesn’t seem to be anything in here,” he added, gesturing to the square hole.

You glanced around, inspecting the carvings in the walls. It was extremely detailed and intricate. “Maybe it’s a bogey,” you offered, looking at Charlie as he glanced up. “A bogey? You mean like a decoy?”

You nodded. “Exactly. Maybe this is a diversion and the real switch is somewhere else,” you explained, turning to look around again. Charlie joined you in looking around.

“Then I guess we better get looking.”

Looking around the hall proved to be a task in itself. Everything that looked remotely like a switch didn’t budge and not only Charlie but you also found yourself getting impatient. That key was the only thing standing between you and your freedom and you were running out of time.

Charlie let out a groan of frustration, leaning against the wall. “This is impossible!” he grumbled. “The switch may not even be in this hallway!”

You pulled out your canteen and took a sip, pondering his words. You glanced over to a small opening about ten feet from the door. “Have you looked in there?” you asked, nodding towards it. Charlie looked up and back at you.

“No,” he answered. “I figured it was just an indentation. Nothing special,” he added. You replaced your canteen in your bag and got up, walking over carefully. Turning on your flashlight you peered into the opening and found it led to a room.

Pulling back, you glanced at Charlie. “There’s a room here,” you announced.

Charlie got up quickly and hurried over. “Do you want to go first or shall I?” he asked. Your grip on your flashlight tightened. “You seem more experienced,” you answered, looking back at him. “Maybe you should go first?”

Charlie nodded and moved to grab his bag. He pulled out his own flashlight and peered into the room, looking beside the opening, above and below before carefully shimmying into the gap and into the room.

You waited for him to give the all clear before you stepped into the room with him. “Stay there,” he warned. “Actually, it might be better if you stay outside,” he added. “Just in case something in here closes a door or something.”

You nodded and backed up, peering into the room from the hall.

Charlie made his way carefully around the room, shining his light over the walls, floor, and ceiling. Upon reaching the wall in the corner where the wall separating the hall from the room stood, he murmured something. “What was that?” you asked. Charlie turned to look back at you.

“I think I found the switch, stand back just in case,” he explained. You pulled back, standing a good foot away from the gap in the wall. Charlie counted to three before activating the switch and your ears caught the sound of stone grinding. You turned your head as the door at the end of the hall slowly started to open.

“You did it!” you called out. “It’s opening!”

Charlie appeared a moment later, a triumphant smile on his face as he joined you. “Let’s go,” he said, leading the way. You followed closely behind, keeping an eye out for any traps.

The room behind the door was huge.

Half the room was lit from the sunlight filtering in from a square cut in the ceiling which stood probably a good thirty feet above your heads. The side walls of the chamber were covered in intricate carvings like the hall.

The back wall facing you was a massive carved face with a split down the middle. Under the face was a dark empty space.

On either side of the face were large black spaces where light couldn’t seem to penetrate. Large stone pillars held up the ceiling and disappeared into the darkness.

On the floor in the middle of the chamber was a large stone structure with carvings on the sides and a flat top. At each corner of the structure on the floor were what looked like pressure plates.

You inspected the carvings on the plates as Charlie looked at the stone bed.

“What is this chamber?” you wondered aloud. Charlie shook his head. “I don’t know,” he answered softly.

“Maybe a funerary chamber?”

You looked up. “A funerary chamber?” He nodded as he looked from the carvings to you. “Some ancient civilizations held funerals in special chambers,” he explained as you stood up to walk closer to the stone bed.

You noticed four loops which had chains attached to them. “This is where they’d lay the body being buried,” Charlie continued to explain as he moved to look at the pressure plates.

“Why would they need chains to hold down the body?” you asked, drawing his attention as you carefully picked up an old chain. “Maybe it’s symbolic?” he offered, standing up and walking over to you, taking the chain from your hands.

You glanced around, noticing a section in one of the side walls where the wall was carved into large stone blocks at the base. You walked closer to inspect, eyes widening as you realized the blocks were not carved into the wall. They were carved out of the wall. “Charlie, over here!”

He hurried over to see what you’d found.

When you showed him the blocks and how they had handles, he shrugged his bag off and handed it to you.

“Stand back,” he warned before taking hold of the handles and pulling.

The block, despite looking like it weighed tons, actually moved as he pulled it from the wall. “Do you think these are to weigh down the pressure plates?” you asked, turning to look at the stone bed and plates.

“What do the pressure plates open?” Charlie wondered as he let go of the block and peered around the chamber.

Your eyes fell on the face in the wall and you tilted your head curiously as you thought about the Tomb Raider games you’d played in your youth. “Maybe that’s a door?” you offered, pointing to the face and the split in the middle.

Charlie looked up at the face in the wall. “You think two of these plates open one half and the other plates open the other side?” he asked, looking at you. “Let’s find out,” you offered, looking back with a smile, one that Charlie returned.

Setting his bag down and shrugging your own off, you moved to grab the handles of the block next to the one Charlie started pulling.

It was heavy but it wasn’t impossible for you to move, surprisingly.

Together you guided the blocks to the pressure plates and pushed them onto them carefully. The blocks weighed down the plates and they sank a few inches into the floor.

The two of you headed to the opposite side and repeated the same thing, pulling the blocks from the walls and pushing them one at a time onto the plates.

“When we get this one on the last plate, stand back behind the stone bed and be ready to run,” Charlie said as you stopped at the last plate. You nodded to show you understood before the two of you pushed the last block in place, backing up as the pressure plate sank into the floor.

You looked up as a loud mechanism in the floor started moving, shaking the floor as the two halves of the face opened slowly, swinging out to reveal another carved face with much more detail.

Your eyes widened as you realized something.

“It was a mask!” you said excitedly, drawing Charlie’s attention. “The doors were two halves of a mask!” He looked back at the face as the doors stopped. “That’s really creepy,” Charlie noted, nodding towards the eyes which were black holes.

You pointed at the base where the mouth was. “Look,” you whispered.

Inside the mouth was a small chamber full of glittering gold and sparkling gems.

You watched as Charlie let out a whoop and hurried over to inspect the treasure trove. You hung back with a smile on your face as he looked over the loot.

A breeze blew through the room, seemingly pulling you towards the face and you felt the hairs on your body stand on end. ‘What the fuck is this feeling?’ you wondered as you looked around.

Sensing you were no longer alone, you tried to get Charlie’s attention. “Hey,” you said softly, glancing around. “Something doesn’t feel right,” you called over to him.

“I think we should hurry up and get out of here.”

Charlie nodded as he picked up several gems and inspected them.

You heard a slithering against the stone floor seemingly coming from the darkness.

“Charlie!” you hissed, drawing his attention finally. “Something’s here,” you explained, looking at the darkness, eyes wide. Charlie rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “This isn’t a movie,” he continued.

“There aren’t any monsters.”

Quick as a flash, something from the darkness grabbed Charlie’s legs and pulled him under the head. “WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed, flailing as he tried to free himself. “Y/N!” he yelled.

Without thinking, you ran forward and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him free.

“Fuck,” he screamed. “I don’t want to die!”

Your grip slipped as he was pulled from you and under the head into the darkness, screaming. You fell back onto the stone floor, scrambling back as Charlie continued to scream until his screaming was cut short and a gurgling sound came from the darkness.

You watched in horror as something was thrown and rolled into the light.

You let out a scream as Charlie’s severed head came to a stop, a look of pure terror etched on his face. Looking up into the dark void you could see small rivers of blood flowing from what you assumed was Charlie’s headless body.

Trying to scramble backwards, you could hear slithering and you braced yourself for whatever it was to appear and grab you as well.

The slithering moved from the space under the head to the side. Before you could gather yourself to stand, something large was thrown from the darkness and landed beside you. It was Charlie’s body.

You looked away, trying not to vomit as you looked back into the darkness to see a pair of bright blue eyes glowing and watching you.

A hissing voice sounded from the darkness. “What are you doing here?”

You stared at the eyes in fear, frozen to the spot. “I assssssked you a quessssstion,” the voice said.

You glanced to the side where Charlie's bloodied and headless body lay and then back up to the creature before you.

“Tell me, mortal,” the creature hissed as it advanced slowly, bright blue eyes almost glowing in the shadows.

“Why sssshouldn't I kill you?”

You held up your hands non threateningly. “I'm not here for the treasure.”

The creature hissed, moving quickly and darting to the next pillar, only to peer around it at you, eyes still shining.

“Liessss,” it hissed. You shook your head. “I swear,” you answered. “I'm here for something else.” The creature then raised itself up, standing much higher than before and you felt your stomach sink. “And what would that be?”

You watched as the dark shadow curled itself around the pillar.

This creature had to be massive, judging by how you could still hear its body move against the stone floor despite its eyes being a good ten feet in the air.

“A k-key,” you stammered. “I'm here for a key.”

The creature stopped, turning to look down at you. You could see its head tilt, looking at you curiously. “A keeeeyyy?” It echoed.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, that's right!”

The creature slowly lowered itself down to the stone floor and moved closer little by little, eyes swaying back and forth until it finally emerged from the shadows.

You held in a gasp as the creature moved into the light. It had the upper body of a man. A very handsome man with dark brown, almost black hair with light blue streaks. His eyes were that same aquamarine that glowed in the shadows.

The lower half of his body was that of a snake.

Bright blue scales with lighter blue ventral scales. He towered over you as he moved forward. You watched the snake portion of his body slither forward as he started to circle you. If you had to estimate his size, he was probably nearly 20 feet long, standing up at about 9 feet. You turned, eyes following his scales until you were met face to face.

Up close, you could see the reptilian vertical slit pupils as he studied you carefully. “You're looking for a key?” he asked again, tilting his head ever so slightly as his aqua blue eyes studied you.

You nodded again, keeping his gaze, apprehension filling your body.

“But not for treassssssure?” he asked in a hiss. Shaking your head, you couldn't help but tremble under his piercing stare, knowing at any moment, he could sink those sharp teeth into your skin and wrap his muscular scaly body around you, squeezing the life from you until you went cold.

‘What does he even eat?’ You wondered suddenly but quickly shook that thought from your mind.

“I don't even know what treasure you're talking about,” you lied as the creature stopped circling you.

“I know you’re lying,” he said. You nodded, holding your hands up.

“Okay, you’re right. I know what treasure you’re taking about but I swear,” you explained. “I don’t want it. I’m only looking for the key.”

The creature looked you over before glancing at the treasure and then back.

“Are you looking for thisssssss key?” he asked, reaching to his side and pulling up a key from a small pack that rested against his hip. It was indeed the key you were looking for, the same metal and the special insignia.

You nodded. “Yes,” you answered. “That’s the key!”

The creature pulled the key back. “What do you want it for?”

You pouted at him. “I need it to get back to my own world,” you answered. “Your own world?” the creature asked. You were getting sick of this mimicking game.

“Yes, I need the key so I can leave this place and go home. I just want to get on with my life.”

The snake creature tilted his head. “What’ssssss your name?” he asked suddenly. You hesitated. ‘Why is he asking my name? What could he possibly want.’

“Y-Y/N,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Y/NNNNNNN? That’sssssss a pretty name,” he said, making your cheeks and ears grow warm. “What’s your name?” you asked, trying to divert attention from yourself. “Mingiiiiiii,” he answered. “Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded, a small smile spreading across his face before he licked his lips, displaying his forked blue tongue. “And what exactly are you?” you asked, looking him over. Mingi tilted his head again. “I am a naga,” he explained.

“And the guardian of this temple.”

You nodded wordlessly. ‘A naga? Okay, I think I can work with this.’

“Okay, Mingi the Naga,” you said, placing your hands on your hips. “Let’s make a trade.”

Mingi narrowed his eyes, the slitted pupils staring you down. “A traaaade?”

You nodded. “For the key.”

Mingi let out a breathless laugh.

“And what could you possssssibly offer me?!” he asked, narrowing his bright blue eyes at you. You’d expected this question and figured you’d already fucked the other guardians for the key, not to mention an alien and a spider creature, a naga might be a little fun.

Without a word, you glanced down to the button of your shorts and back up. Mingi didn't seem to follow so instead of explaining, you decided to show him.

Taking a deep breath, your hands moved to undo your button and zipper, Mingi's eyes darted from your hands to your face. “I ssssssee,” he hissed, lips stretching into a wide smirk as the implications of your actions dawned on him.

“You would give yourssssself to me for the key?”

You nodded, your hands pausing to gauge whether he would take the bait or not. After a moment of silence, during which you had a mini stare down with the serpent guardian.

“Proccceeed.”

You continued, maintaining eye contact as you pushed your shorts down, leaving your lower half completely bare. Mingi's eyes raked over your form as you discarded your shorts on the stone floor. Quick as a flash, he coiled himself around your body, not squeezing, merely keeping you in place.

“Keep going,” he urged, seemingly enjoying this charade.

You slowly started to undo the buttons of your blouse under his watchful stare until you shimmied out of it altogether, dropping it on the floor with your shorts and leaving you in only your black lace bra.

Mingi's serpentine body tightened around you, his hands moving to take yours and carefully guide you up until you were at eye level with him.

“Thisss issss not a game,” he said as soon as you were level.

“Do not toy with me, mortal.” You shook your head in response.

“No, not a game,” you repeated.

Mingi nodded. “I'm not like your human loverssss,” he continued. You nodded your head once. “I know,” you answered but he cut you off. "No," he said in a deep tone. “You don't.”

Now it was your turn to tilt your head curiously.

“What do you mean?”

Mingi's hand wandered from yours, moving up your arm to your neck before down your chest, grazing over your hardened nipple and down between your thighs, cupping your heat.

“Why don't I just ssssshow you inssstead?” You nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat as Mingi removed your bra with a firm tug, the material pulling from your body with a nasty rrrrrip.

You gasped as he tossed your torn undergarment to the side while part of his tail wrapped around your midsection, holding you in place while he leaned back.

Your eyes traveled from his face and down his toned torso down until the golden flesh met the cyan scales. It was then you noticed the slit. You hadn't seen it before because you'd been too preoccupied with Mingi’s handsome face and bright blue eyes.

Right where you expected a human phallus to be was a slit in the ventricular scales that ran down the front of his snake-like lower half. You watched, enthralled, as the slit slowly spread open.

Your curiosity was satiated as not only one but two phallus emerged from the slit. Hemipenes. Of course. Most reptiles had hemipenes, so why wouldn't a mythical snake human hybrid have them?

The twin clocks stood erect, the heads curving towards Mingi's body. They were both quite large. The very tip of both were flared with small spiny glands. The shafts were covered in rows of these same spines until the top of the bulbous bases.

Both cocks had bulbous, almost knot-like bases that were dark blue, lightening up to a bright, almost neon, aqua blue at the head.

Your lips parted as a small “oh” left your mouth.

“You definitely aren't like any of my previous lovers,” you confirmed.

Mingi smirked proudly, wondering if he had managed to frighten you off but when you looked up at him, a mischievous grin of your own present, he knew he was in for an interesting ride.

Carefully, he brought you up level to him again, eyes darting between yours. “I asssssume you need no… persssssuasion?” His voice held a hint of amusement, prompting you to shake your head. “No,” you answered. “Not at all. In fact…”

You patted his scaly skin. “Set me down for a moment, please.”

Curiously, Mingi did just that and watched with a mixture of amusement and animalistic arousal as you turned away, climbing onto the stone bed and showing him your dripping cunt.

You were presenting yourself to him.

“Go right ahead.”

Just as quickly as he set you down, Mingi had you wrapped up in his coils again, the end of his tail wrapping twice around your waist and picking you up, bringing your cunt to his face. “Oh, this isn't exactly what I- AH!” you whimpered as you felt his tongue lick a slow long stripe from your clit back to your ass.

“Your body isssssn't prepared to accommodate me,” Mingi whispered, giving you another lick and groaning at the taste. “What do you mean it's not prepared? I'm practically dripping!” you groaned, squirming in his hold as you felt his hands on your backside, spreading your cheeks.

“Yessss, one hole isssss ready but thissss one,” he said, eyeing your puckered hole. “Thissss one isssss not.” Your eyes widened as you tried to free yourself from his coils but to no avail.

You'd never had anyone in your… backdoor.

“Whoa, whoa, time out!” you said, clawing at his scales as you felt his hot breath fan over your asshole. “Wait just a goddamn second!”

You shuddered, let out a squeak as you felt the tip of his forked tongue swirl around your hole before prodding at it. “S-shit!” you gasped, your walls clenching around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he tongue at the puckered entrance.

“Wait, just wait!”

Again, he didn't listen and you squealed as he forced the tip of his forked tongue into your asshole. “Whoa, okay wait,” you gasped. “Fucking hell, Mingi! Give me a second!” you hissed, swatting at his scales, hoping he might give you a moment to accommodate and thankfully he did, giving you a couple of minutes to adjust to the intrusion.

After a few minutes, you gave him the ‘okay’ to continue, letting out a squeal as he continued to toy with your hole, teasing and licking and making your walls clench around nothing.

You had hoped by now, he'd be buried deep in your cunt but here he was, tonguing your ass, making it wetter and wetter with his saliva. “Mingi!” you hissed, relief filling your core as his tongue finally withdrew from your rear. “Finally!”

Somewhere between the big reveal and Mingi's tongue being in your ass, you'd forgotten that he had two dicks and as you were lowered, your sopping cunt now in line with one, you remembered at the most inopportune moment that he was preparing your ass to take the other one. ‘Fu-’

“OH SHIT!” you gasped as the tip of one of the two cocks pushed into your wet pussy. The small protrusions you'd dubbed spines felt more like bumps as the head of the cock slid further and further into your warmth. Mingi let out a shuddering gasp as he bottomed out, the top of the bulbous base pressed firmly against your lips.

You could feel the weight of his other cock resting against your slick asshole. There was no way it was going to fit and if he tried, you knew it was gonna hurt like hell.

Slowly, Mingi retracted his cock from your cunt before tilting your body slightly so you felt the head of his cocks at both holes.

‘It's not gonna fit. It's not gonna fit!’

You shut your eyes as you felt Mingi's coils tighten, pulling you down. You felt a firm pressure against your ass as the other head slid into your cunt again. “Relaxxxxxx,” you heard Mingi whisper in your ear.

As you listened to his voice, you felt your muscles unclench and slowly, the head of the other cock breached your hole, slipping inside with relative ease thanks to his saliva.

With both heads breached, Mingi slowly pulled you down, pushing both cocks into your holes, stretching both simultaneously. You'd never experienced such a sensation before. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt, having both holes filled at the same time.

“Oh f-fuck,” you cursed as you felt one tip press against your cervix.

“You like that,” you heard him chuckle. It wasn't a question.

“Y-yes,” you stammered, let out a moan as you felt him thrust lightly. “Oh god yes!”

Mingi chuckled again. “You mortal women are so intriguing.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you growled.

Without another word, Mingi did just that, his scaly skin hitting your soft flesh with each snap of his hips, the end of his tail squeezing your body just enough to keep you firmly in place but not enough to hurt.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” you moaned as your walls clenched around both cocks. “So f-full,” you whimpered. “Feel s-so good!”

You heard Mingi snicker but said nothing, focusing more on the feeling of being stuffed so full with both cocks twitching inside you.

His pace didn’t falter and you knew you were in for a wild ride.

Each thrust drove you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuuuuck me," you groaned, eyes rolling back as Mingi kept your legs spread, tail still coiled firmly around your waist, holding you stomach down as his hips pounded into you. "I already am," he said cheekily.

His thrusts were so powerful, quick, his hips snapping against your ass with each stroke. Your lips parted as moan after moan tumbled from your lips, small dribbles of spit falling as the temple guardian almost fucked you dumb.

"Almosssssst," he hissed, his hips moving more erratically as he chased his own orgasm, yours just within your reach. "So close," you gasped, walls fluttering around his cock as you teetered on the edge. "Ch-choke me!" You cried out suddenly.

Mingi tilted his head curiously, his hips not stalling for one moment. "Damn it, just do it!" You growled.

Mingi rolled his eyes but obliged, the end of his tail moving from just under your breast to wrap snugly around your throat, squeezing just enough.

"F-fuck! I'm gonna cum," you groaned, the muscles in your thighs twitching as you finally tumbled over the edge, white hot heat searing through your body like a warm liquid spreading to your fingers and toes.

Stars blinded you as your vision went dark and fuzzy for a moment. Mingi removed his coils from around your throat as he helped you ride out your high just as he hit his own, letting out a sharp hiss, his teeth sank into your bare shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain.

At the same time, you felt him explode inside your walls, thick spurts of his hot load filling both holes until they spilled around his cocks and fell to the stone floor below you.

From the bite wound in your shoulder, you felt a tingling sensation that turned into an intense burning but it wasn't painful. Your walls clenched around him as the sensation spread, a whimper leaving your lips as his teeth pulled from your flesh.

The burning sensation stayed, coursing through your veins until it settled in your belly as you felt both of Mingi's cocks stiffen inside you.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, crying out as he thrust into you, more of his cum spilling out of your abused holes.

"Again," he hissed in your ear. "Again?" you asked, turning your head to glance back at him, meeting those bright blue eyes in a heated stare. He nodded quickly.

"Yessss," he answered. "I told you I'm not like any of your previous loversssss."

You shook your head. "But I'm so tired."

Mingi chuckled but shook his head this time. "But you don't have to do anything," he replied. You groaned as his cocks moved inside your walls. "Fine. You do all the work," you replied. "But make it quick."

Mingi let out another chuckle.

"Oh no. Y/N," he said with a devilish grin.

"We're not even clossssssse to being done yet."

You lost count of how many rounds Mingi lasted but when he finally laid you gently on the stone bed, you were more than exhausted. “As promissssssed,” he hissed, pulling the key from his hip. “The key.”

You sat up quickly and looked up as he handed you the key. “You better hurry and get out of here,” he added, giving you a mischievous grin. “Before I change my mind and keep you here forever.”

You quickly grabbed your clothes, lamenting silently over your ripped bra as you pulled your clothes on before grabbing your pack and leaving Charlie’s against the stone bed.

You glanced back as Mingi retreated into the shadows with Charlie’s corpse and you shuddered, remembering earlier you’d wondered what he ate.

You hurried back the way you came, keeping a firm hold on the key. As you ran down the steps in the main chamber you heard a clap of thunder overhead and continued to run as rain started to pour, water falling from the cutouts in the ceiling.

You finally found the hallway back to the adventure section and rushed down it, feet thudding against the stone and soon against the wood as the door came into view.

You threw the door open, slamming it behind you as your heart pounded. ‘Finally.’

You glanced up to the desk, eyes widening to find Seonghwa not sitting there. You hurried up the steps to the desk where the box sat on the top. Opening it you saw all the keys were still there. Carefully, you placed the other key beside them and looked around.

You saw no sign of the Keeper. ‘Where is he?’ you wondered as you looked around. You descended the steps, starting to walk around the room, looking between the shelves and even trying the doors but they wouldn’t budge.

Your eyes widened as you checked your watch. How much time had passed?

‘Has it been three days already?’

You let out a soft gasp.

‘Am I too late?’

#cultofdionysusnet #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez x reader #mingi scenarios #mingi imagines #mingi fanfic #mingi angst #mingi smut #mingi x reader #series: library of illusion

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My thoughts on The Last of Us Finale

OK, my mind is spinning and it’s time to get some thoughts down about the finale for tlou.

Obviously, there will be spoilers. I’ll put everything under a cut in this post and then I’ll refrain from reblogging anything from the finale until Tuesday. I’ll tag everything with “tlou” so if you haven’t seen it by then, obviously blacklist that tag or whatever you need to do to keep from being spoiled.

Anyway, let’s go...

First of all, Joel’s dad energy this episode was off the charts. It almost felt like a bit too much too quickly, and I think that’s just because we had that time jump. Joel has been on the road to accepting Ellie as his daughter for several episodes, but episode 8 obviously broke down the last of those barriers. It’s obviously been a while since episode 8, so it makes sense for him to have gotten a lot more comfortable with her, but I also think that part of the reason it felt like a bit too much was because Joel was actually trying too hard.

Ellie has not moved past her latest trauma and the change in her is just as startling as Joel’s. So it makes sense that Joel is trying a bit too hard. He’s trying to help heal her, just like she healed him. He’s trying to be there for her and he’s trying to show her in so many small ways that they are this team. There are the very explicit attempts to cheer her up - finding chef boyardee and offering to teach her guitar, but there’s also really small things like having her hold the gun while he puts on his backpack.

Just a few episodes ago, he wouldn’t let her anywhere near a gun. Now, with this small and honestly unnecessary move, he shows her how much he trusts her and believes in her. It’s not just that Joel wants her to know that she can be happy. He wants her to know that she’s capable and trustworthy. Later, he tells her about Sarah and the things that Sarah would like about her because it’s important to him that she remembers who she is and that she has value. And I think it’s very clear why it’s so important to him that she believes this in light of the story behind his scar.

After Joel’s trauma, he was ready to give everything up. Obviously part of that is because of the immense pain he felt, but I think part of it was also because he didn’t really see his life as having value. He was a dad. And then he wasn’t. His purpose was taken from him and in that moment, he was ready for everything else to end.

But before we get into all that, we get a tiny joyful interlude.

Surprisingly, the scene that made me break down in tears this episode (there’s always one. every fucking episode.) was the giraffe scene. When Bella laughs, you get the smallest glimpse at the old Ellie, and Joel is so happy to see that. He’s so proud of her and so overcome with his hope for her to be happy again, and it’s written all over his face. And it’s completely heartbreaking because you know this is only a moment. And when she says, “So fucking cool,“ the words are just like the old Ellie, but the tone isn’t. She has changed. There is no going back, even if she can still experience happiness sometimes, that underlying sadness is still there.

If they keep going, Joel knows there’s other threats that can get to them. He knows that there’s a safe place out there, so he asks her if they can just go back.

Then Ellie tells Joel that after all she has been there, it has to be for something. There has to be a bigger purpose. Survival in and of itself is not enough for Ellie to justify the suffering she has been through, the suffering she has caused, or the person she has had to become. She needs something bigger to drive her onward. Right now, Ellie doesn’t want to die, but she also doesn’t see the point in going on if survival is all there is to life.

Ellie is pushing forward in this moment because she still feels like she has a purpose, but it’s a purpose that is very removed from her own life and self-worth, and Joel is rightfully worried. If that’s all she cares about, what risks will she take to get there? And if they do get there and the cure doesn’t work, how will Ellie cope with that? So he’s trying to get her to feel something more. He’s trying to get her back to her old self who will fight like hell to survive. And he’s not successful. He accepts that they need to complete this mission, but he doesn’t stop trying to convince Ellie that there’s going to be a reason to keep going once that is done.

He shares the story about his scar and the lesson he learned - you keep going for the people in your life, for family. And he falls back into dad mode, trying to cheer her up with the one thing he knows will work without fail - shitty puns. And he becomes such a dad again. So engrossed that they completely miss the danger sneaking up on them. Joel manages to shield Ellie just barely, but he can’t stop her from being taken away, and when he wakes up, it’s with the same single mindedness of the last time he woke up and she wasn’t there. Where’s Ellie? I need to get to her.

The way this scene is scripted is so good. Joel and Marlene are talking right past each other. This is intentional on Marlene’s part, of course. She needs this to not be personal, to not be about Ellie. Anna was her best friend and she promised to protect her child. So this decision can’t be about Ellie. It has to be about something else. But for Joel? It’s only about Ellie. Every thing he asks is about Ellie and the only things he really hears are the things that tell him what is happening with Ellie. “Why is she being prepped for surgery?” Marlene begins to explain - here’s our theory about why Ellie’s immune. Joel doesn’t care. “Why is she in surgery?” Marlene continues to explain the science, to tell Joel that this could be a cure, that it could save all of humanity, and Joel absorbs some of what she tells him about the science behind it all. “Cordyceps grows inside the brain.” and for a moment, Joel doesn’t understand, doesn’t believe that these people who Ellie trusted, who he trusted, are really trying to harm her. But the truth is right there in front of him and he slowly realizes that he’s not misunderstanding anything. They’re going to kill Ellie. He tries one more time to reason with them, to no avail, and then he makes his decision.

“I do.“

He knows what he’s going to do in that moment. And Marlene knows too.

She should have killed Joel in that moment, but she doesn’t blame him for the way that he cares about Ellie. I think she’s even a little jealous. She wishes she could protect Ellie, but her moral compass won’t let her sacrifice the world for one little girl. Just like Joel’s moral compass won’t let him sacrifice HIS little girl for the world.

You see this calm come over him, but Pedro is so good at playing the sadness in this moment. I think he understands perfectly what he’s about to do. The people he’s about to doom, and even more so he understands that he’s going to have to take away Ellie’s driving purpose in order to keep her alive. He doesn’t make the decision lightly, but he makes it because he can’t lose another daughter.

It’s a selfish decision, but then... so are everyone else’s. Marlene may feel the burden of betraying a friend, but she’s not losing a daughter. She hasn’t been in Ellie’s life. Whether she had some inkling of Ellie’s immunity from the moment she was born or if she just couldn’t bear to have a reminder of her friend around her, Marlene chose to remove herself from Ellie’s life. She made sure that she would not get close to Elie. And I think that’s the only reason she can make the decision that she makes now. Because she made sure that she wouldn’t have to chose between a daughter and the world.

Later, she’ll tell Joel that he knows this is what Ellie would have wanted, but the reality is that no one asked her. Marlene says they didn’t tell her so she wouldn’t be afraid, but if she really thought Ellie would chose this, why not let her make that choice?

No one had a right to chose but Ellie and no one was willing to let her make that choice.

Now, granted, Ellie’s also not in the right emotional state to be making any decisions like this. She has just been through a hugely traumatic event. Also, she’s only 14.

There is honestly no good solution for this situation. Joel should not be choosing for Ellie, but Marlene has no business assuming she knows what Ellie would choose. And even if Marlene had known what Ellie would choose, to present this choice to a child, especially a child who is in the depths of PTSD, would not be a good thing either.

I understand Marlene. I understand Joel. I understand Ellie. And I don’t believe any of them could have made a good or moral decision in this situation.

Talk about your trolley problem on steroids.

Anyway, I love how they did the hospital sequence. It’s not some big heroic action sequence. It’s just Joel doing what he needs to do to survive, and there’s a numbness that falls over him as he steals himself to do what needs to be done. The music is muted and his face goes blank. When he gets to the surgical unit, his voice is monotone as he gives orders to the doctors. He doesn’t even look at the lead doctor when he shoots him. His focus is entirely on Ellie and getting her out.

Then he gets in the elevator and he looks down at Ellie, and you can see the pain hit him. He already knows what Ellie wants, but he can’t let her have that. He can’t lose her, even though he knows that this was the one thing keeping her going. But he looks away and once again steals himself for what he has to do.

And then he lies to her. And you can tell he doesn’t like it. He knows the lie will hurt her, but he can’t bring himself to tell her the truth about what he did. About the choice he took from her. Can’t risk that she’ll keep looking for that cure.

I think it’s obvious that Ellie knows Joel is lying. Right from the start, she sees through him. But she doesn’t ever call him on it. She gives him the opportunity to tell the truth again, and when he lies again, she doesn’t believe him. It’s so clear in her face that she knows this is a lie. But then she gives that tiny nod.

“Okay.”

And she lets that lie become the truth for them. Because she’s not ready to confront what was taken from her.

Just a brilliant show/game. I can’t wait for season 2.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou finale

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This isn't the post I'd been planning to make about my tagging system, but given the Silence on the Set article that went around recently, I want to note a few things for filtering purposes.

Main point 1: Tagging source works is probably the most consistent part of my tagging system. Going forward, I intend to be particularly conscientious about this for Electric Entertainment shows, so people can avoid those as desired. The relevant work tags for the EE shows I have posted about are: #leverage, #leverage aus, #leverage redemption, #the librarians, and #almost paradise.

I sometimes tag specific characters by name or character relationships, but that is less consistent and generally in addition to the relevant work tag, so the work tags would be more reliable for filtering. I also try to tag actors/celebrities by name for content outside the context of a direct role (e.g., interviews, news about them, etc.).

Main point 2: I will probably resume posting some amount Leverage content going forward. At the moment, that article is still very much on my mind with respect to Leverage content, so I'm not at all sure how much I'm likely to engage with other than intending to reblog a few fanart posts I've seen. However, I wanted to mention that some of that content is probably coming back so people have a chance to filter as needed.

Some additional thoughts on point 2 below the cut.

The allegations in that article are deeply disturbing and disappointing, and they're all the more of a gut punch due to the contrast between the real-life mistreatment of crew and what I took away from Leverage in general and the character of Eliot Spencer in particular. I've certainly rethought my support of the company, e.g., I'm no longer interested in finishing Almost Paradise as I had previously intended, and my habit of going to the EE streaming site to watch an episode on a whim or check some episode detail rather than pull out my DVDs is definitely going to stop.

At the same time, there is a lot of good about Leverage that I haven't found in other shows and a huge number of other people that contributed to making it what it was. One of the things I've struggled to reconcile since reading that article was how people responsible for that behavior/work environment created that show and that character. I think part of the answer is that a lot of people contributed to making the show great, while sexual harassment only has to be condoned/dismissed by relatively few people in authority to fester unchecked (ironically, the same problem embodied by a lot of the series' villains), and that another part of the answer is fandom interpretations improving on what was there. (Plus a bit of "good art isn't always created by good people," I'm sure, but the part that baffles me is how much it seems directly contrary to things I loved about the show and character.)

The fandom, and the amazing art and stories and interpretations that it has generated, is what I hope to keep engaging with. I wish everyone the best in figuring out what you're comfortable with on this.

If you have specific content you'd like to see tagged rather than blacklisting the whole show tag, you're welcome to ask, although I can't make any guarantees (I don't think my consistency with subjective tagging is very good).

#silence on the set #tagging #leverage

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My initial spoiler thoughts for episode 6x18.

Ummmm yeah I’ll be tagging this post #911 critical and #911 negativity for blacklisting purposes, because, well, I have some critical and negative leaning thoughts.

I literally just finished the episode so… Hooboy folks. I guess in no particular order.

Y’all. I am. Really disappointed in Natalia coming back and Buck accepting her back. Now while I don’t believe them to be any sort of endgame, this is tiring. Buck has learned nothing when it comes to romantic relationships. What was it, at the end of season 5 or beginning of season 6, Buck said he doesn’t want to settle or be with someone who doesn’t accept all of him? And fucking yet. I really don’t care that Natalia apologized, said she “overreacted.” There was definitely truth in that initial reaction. Be serious now. Once again while I understand Buck is full of trauma, but this is so unsatisfying for his character. Like goddamn let him grow, holy shit. Like out loud when Buck accepted Natalia back I said, “You have got to be kidding me.”

Sooooo I can only assume Buck reckoning with his death will be carried into season 7? Because I saw no real conclusion to that big storyline. 🙃

No real answer to Bucks happiness either. He still seems to be searching for it in the wrong places. *tired sigh*

Props for Buck keeping his cool during the rescue. He sorta took on some leadership. Sorta. Can’t say this story thread has been handled all that well, though.

Was Eddie cute when he called Marisol? Yes. But I’m biased with Eddie. Did I expect this possible outcome of Eddie and Marisol possibly dating? Absolutely. Do I like it? Not at all. We know Marisol won’t be an endgame AND sure, she hasn’t had much screen time yet, but I’m bored already. 911 does not have a great track record in making the love interests, particularly for Buck and Eddie, interesting. And I get people saying “Eddie’s never dated, so this is his chance to try that out, even if it doesn’t go anywhere.” I get it, I really do. At the moment I don’t know how to explain what I’m thinking in a satisfactory way. I’m just… not looking forward to what I can already tell will be a boring experience with Eddie dating Marisol. And not knowing how long 911 will drag out this relationship…. I feel tired. I may feel more positive later, another day, but that is not today.

I’ll give points for Eddie letting Chris in on the fact that he’s (trying to) date.

Kameron and Connor were a mess, huh. Connor just seems immature and a bit of a dick. My goodness, does Kameron really have no friends or family in LA? I’m still hella confused as to why she thought it was okay to crash at the donor’s place. The show did nothing to establish any friendship between Kameron and Buck, so y’all that was weird. I mean, good for Buck saying “not my wife, not my baby.” Good for him in setting some kind of boundaries, cause it seems Kameron and Connor have none. Yeah uh…. I know I don’t think this donor story was handled that well, but any future and further thoughts will be for a different post. I - hope this is the last we see of Connor and Kameron.

Uhhhhh there was a clear time jump, I think? From the rescue/accident to - everyone going back to work. But I swear Buck still had scratches on his face, so????????? And considering the injuries of Bobby, Eddie, and Chimney, how in the hell are they back at work already???? The time jump was not clear at all, so that had me hella confused.

I am happy that Athena and Bobby are getting a vacation. Here’s to hoping the cruise ship doesn’t get into an accident. Let my 911 parents have a relaxing and fun time.

I think it’s sweet that Maddie and Chimney are going to get married at their house. I love that for them. Something simple and sweet.

Hen and Karen might get to adopt in the future! They really seem to want that, so yay for them. =))

I did enjoy the rescue, but… I actually feel like it could have been a little longer. *shrugs*

In summary - I’m mixed. If this had truly been the series finale, boy howdy I would have felt overall unsatisfied. Like truly, I’m really glad there will be a 7th season. I’d feel unsatisfied for season 6 as a whole, which I will be making a future and different post on, idk, maybe in the next few days.

#911 critical #911 negativity #911 spoilers #9-1-1 #my thoughts

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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hey Leah! could you please tag any starling girl content you share for blacklist purposes? appreciate you <3

I can going forward. 🤍🤍

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powpowder · 1 year

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.

Canon-divergent / HC based JINX from Riot's LEAGUE OF LEGENDS . Not very selective , however - low activity . || The canon Vi to this blog is my own , as I've always written the both of them together since 2014 . This doesn't mean I won't interact with other Vi accounts .

Originally created under the username ' vistandsforstupid ' on / off for a few years . Brought back around September / October of 2021 . Rebooted December 2022 .

Triggers: My own uncomfortableness lies with frequent / untagged postings of r*pe & inc*st . Please do not follow me if this is going to be an often occurance on your account .

If you post frequently about ' k*lling myself ' without a read more , untagged , etc . Don't follow me .

List of things you may find here which will be tagged: Animated blood , violence , cursing , psychological horror , mental illnesses ( such as BPD , Depression , Autism , Schizophrenia , ADHD , Anxiety , etc. ) , suggestive material such as sexual instances , general NSFW - #suggestive tw for blacklisting .

Regarding Jinx's mental state , I don't welcome anonymous asks / aggressive vague postings on who I am as a person because there's a problem with the subjects I'm exploring . It is not anyone's business what I am or am not diagnosed with . Any asks I receive to do with these subjects ( that AREN'T for meta / headcanon / genuine curiosity purposes ) will be blocked / deleted / ignored . I have had problems with others in the past due to this , & I assure you I've done my fair share of research on various topics . ( I've been writing this character since 2014 , of course I have ) .

I ask you don't compare my Jinx to others . I also won't write plots that involve my Jinx ' killing off ' Caitlyn ; for whatever reason . Sure , maybe they are capable of that & despite this , I refuse to write it . My wife's Caitlyn is very entwined into my Jinx's canon timeline . It's off the table .

Do not try to force my Jinx into the ' she's a minor!! ' bullshit , please . My Jinx is well over 21 & Jinx in Arcane is at least 18 .

I am not a fan of Silco x Jinx romantic pairings . Keep that shit away from me . <- But , this doesn't mean I won't write with Silco accounts . I love that character , just don't try to make it weird .

Jinx , on my account , is an Agender Lesbian . Demiromantic / Demisexual . Jinx is detached from feeling ' like a girl ' & also goes by all pronouns .

I ask you don't simulate any headcanons I may have for Jinx , or try to be apart of their canon . I will write canon events from League's Lore / Arcane's series . But , the canon I've made for my Jinx will remain untouched unless we are ' exclusives / mains ' . & It takes a lot to get to that point.

These are subject to change / be added on to .

As for what you may call me & address me by , I go by Briar . If you've made it this far , I look forward to writing or chatting together .

#pinned*#don't reblog

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dinneratgrannys · 2 years

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Hello! I do not mean for this to come off as rude or demanding so I hope it won't. You used to tag season 7 centric GIFs with "OUaT s7" but lately you've just been tagging it "s7" and while I know that makes sense for organizational purposes for you as a OUaT centric blog, I was always really happy that you gave me a specific tag to blacklist because I LOVE OUaT but personally loathe s7, so I could very neatly avoid that and enjoy all other content. And since many shows have a season 7, "s7" is a more impractical thing to blacklist. So I wanted to ask if you would perhaps consider going back to using the "OUaT s7" tag? Thank you for taking the time to read all of that and I really do hope it doesn't come off as rude, I greatly appreciate you and your blog and thought asking wouldn't hurt

sure thing! i will try to remember going forward

#asks

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xoverkmadmin · 4 months

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hi! thank you so much for doing this. I love kink memes and I hope seeing the prompts on tumblr makes more people aware of them. I have a request for the our flag means death blog. if you have time, could you possibly add a tag for prompts that make ed the bad guy? it would be really helpful as that is a huge squick of mine for some reason. the ones where he's the antagonist or doing ooc evil stuff. if you don't have time to go back, just adding it going forward would be great too. <3 thank you

Hi! You're welcome! I really enjoy running these x-over blogs, so I'm with you in hoping they bring more attention to kinkmemes as a whole. The OFMD blog gets a lot of likes, but reblogging prompts helps get the blog/kinkmeme more attention, so if you're hoping any specific prompts get filled, please reblog it.

Regarding your bad guy Ed tag request, I generally use "T: Kraken Edward Teach | Blackbeard" for this purpose as most prompts asking for bad guy Ed are set during his Kraken Era. However, if any prompts ask for Ed as a bad guy outside of this then I will start using the tag "T: Bad Guy Edward Teach | Blackbeard" going forward.

Please copy and paste the tags directly from the list below as these are taken straight from the tag list I use. To be on the safe side, I highly recommend you blacklist both tags.

T: Kraken Edward Teach | Blackbeard

T: Bad Guy Edward Teach | Blackbeard

Unfortunately there are over 2,200 prompts on the OFMD kinkmeme so I won't be able to go through a check all of them, but when I have some free time I'll have a quick look through Ed's character tag. If you do happen to accidently come across any prompts with your squick, absolutely feel free to message me with the URL and I'll tag it as soon as I possibly can.

#Our Flag Means Death

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originalsinning · 5 months

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i love that akeshu piece you made! but jsyk, you should tag properly and not with misspellings like 'blo0d' or 'h4rm', because it kind of defeats the purpose of being able to blacklist the correct words if they're going to show up anyway since you didn't tag them that way. it's ok to say those words on here. it's encouraged to tag things with the proper spelling, censoring stuff is counter intuitive.

Of course, thank you for informing me! I haven’t been on tumblr in a Long time, & the “self harm” (etc) tags weren’t properly showing up when tagging, only the “coded” alternatives, so I had assumed people here needed to adapt & type in code, lest posts be flagged & taken down (since last I heard, staff had been cracking down on nsfw & censorship). I appreciate you letting me know, & I’ll remember that going forward ^w^) & thank you, I’m happy to know my pieces are reaching others! ♥️

#crow caws #thank you anon it does help <33

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shubaka · 1 year

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uh, just a reminder for anyone following this blog that if you want me to tag anything (for blacklisting purposes or whatever, doesn’t matter) please feel free to let me know and i’ll do my best to remember to tag it going forward!

although i don’t think i have it in me to go through the 500+ posts in my queue so, uh, please forgive me for missing any tags for the next 50 days or so :’)

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Kinkuary 15 Vernon — cockwarming // morning sex

➥ idol boyfriend!Vernon × reader

summary: It’s not every morning Vernon gets to sleep in so when he wakes up after dreaming about his girlfriend, he decides to wake her up and put his dream to reality.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): fingering, cockwarming, unprotected sex (pls use protection!!), morning sex, dirty talk, use of pet names (babe, baby, etc), mention of wet dreams, Vernon is hella pussywhipped in this, mention of some shower sex afterwards, and I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: for once, I'm not writing Vernon as the best friend or roommate. Full on boyfriend mode activated. I hope you enjoy this piece of Kinkuary and please look forward to the next part! Thank you for reading as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Stop moving,” Vernon hissed, his hand on your waist tightening as you shifted.

“I can’t help it!” You whined in response. “It just feels so good.”

It was rare for Vernon to have a day off and even more rare for him to get to sleep in so when woke up from a pretty realistic dream, involving you, he knew he wasn't going to get to sleep in after all.

He'd rolled over to find you fast asleep and sighed. He knew he shouldn't disturb you. It wasn't fair to you that you were still asleep while he was awake but nevertheless, he pulled you into him, smiling into your hair when you murmured sleepily.

It started innocent enough, well… as innocent as he could be with his dream in the forefront of his mind. Light touches, his fingers caressing your back as you slowly woke up, soft kisses to your forehead and cheek. The goal was to wake you up, but gently.

Fleeting touches turned into his hands wandering, sneaking down to pull your thigh onto his hip, his free hand tangling in your hair as his lips moved across your cheek to find your lips.

A few moments later, he was whispering in your ear all the dirty things he'd dreamt about while his hands got rid of your pajama bottoms and underwear.

You weren't a stranger to morning sex with your boyfriend. It had just been a while since you'd had the chance to wake up together with his busy schedule lately.

Once your bottoms were gone and nothing to stop him. A soft sigh escaped you as his fingers trailed down to tease your entrance, finding your clit with his thumb and starting to rub slow circles.

Everything he did was relaxed, almost lazy but there was a reason for it. He liked the build up. He preferred to see you squirm and turn into a mess as he built up the tension in your body as slow as possible. He knew that when the time for quick movements came, he'd had the stamina to see it through.

You whined as you felt his lips kiss down your body over your shirt, his free hand pushing the material up to expose your chest to him. Wordlessly, his tongue swirled around one of your nipples before drawing the bud into his mouth.

You let out a content hum, hand moving to the back of his neck as he continued to tease both your chest and your now soaked center.

Your legs spread further as you felt one of his fingers push into you slowly. "Vernon," you breathed as he added a second finger, curling them into you and making your back arch.

"Does it feel good?" he asked softly, Watchung your face as he continued to glide his fingers effortlessly against your walls, taking in the sight of your parted lips and pert nipples.

"You like it when I touch you like this?"

You nodded vigorously, licking your lips before gasping out a yes.

"You like it when I wake you up to fuck you?" he asked, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of your chest as his fingers pumped in and out of your wet cunt, the lewd sounds filling the room.

"Yes," you whimpered. "God, please just fuck me already."

Vernon smirked as he pulled his fingers out of you, pressing a couple kisses to your neck and cheek before drawing level with your ear as he freed himself from his sweats, giving his cock a few languid strokes before lining himself up with your entrance.

"My name's Vernon but if you wanna call me God, I guess that's fine," he said in an amused tone, not giving you a chance to respond as he sank his hard cock into your warm cunt but made no effort to move, simply basking in the feeling of you.

You loved the way his cock stretched and filled you every time. It was such a pleasant feeling and it was never painful with him as he always made sure you were well prepared to take him.

Of course, it wasn't long until you wanted more and started shifting, trying to get some much needed friction.

It wasn't like you hated cockwarming. On the contrary, you enjoyed the feeling of having Vernon inside you. But you also really liked it when he fucked you.

"Babe, I'm trying to sleep." 'Liar.'

You pulled your head back to look up at him, scoffing when he pretended to be sleeping. "You woke me up for this," you whined. "You're the one who was all handsy and needy and wanted to, what was it?" you said, thinking back to the dirty thoughts he shared.

"Sink yourself into my tight little hole? Isn't that what you said?"

Vernon groaned, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you recalled the words his desperate and horny brain had thought up.

"You weren't supposed to remember that!" he mumbled. "Well, too bad," you retorted. "Now are you gonna fuck me like the good girl I am or am I gonna have to do all the work?"

Vernon clicked his tongue in feigned annoyance, rolling you onto your back as he settled between your thighs, buried deep inside your pussy. "I hate how right you are sometimes," he murmured, slowly starting to move his hips.

"And I hate not being able to sleep in on my day off, but here we are," you fired back, noticing the way your boyfriend smirked as he set a slow but steady pace, focusing on getting the right angle.

He knew he could get you off much faster if he angled his thrusts just right. He didn't need speed, knowing you preferred it slow, deep. "We'll, I suppose I should make quick work of this so you can get back to sleep," he teased, his hips moving slightly faster.

You scoffed, moving to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Honey, I don't think you know what the word fast means."

You suddenly regretted your words as you felt each hard thrust your boyfriend gave you. He made sure to keep time between them, pulling out slowly only to slam back into you. The force had you crying out with each stroke as your orgasm built up slowly.

It was like he was trying to tease you but also couldn't hold back from wanting to feel something himself. "You're so mean," you whimpered when he stopped, keeping himself buried balls deep.

Another moan sounded from you as he slowly rolled his hips, moving them in a circle and dragging against the deepest parts of your walls. "You know that's not true," Vernon replied, kissing your cheek before pressing his lips against yours. "I'm not mean."

You opened your mouth to respond, to explain how he was being mean by teasing you but could only let out a small yelp as he resumed his deep, hard thrusts. "See? I'm not mean," he teased.

You couldn't find it in you to respond, your mind clouded with pleasure and rendering you incapable of speech.

"Aww, poor baby can't talk?" he asked breathlessly. "Does my cock feel that good?" A moan slipped past your lips, the smirk on Vernon's face spreading. "Feels too good, huh? I know. You feel so good, too."

You let out a choked groan, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend's cock. "Are you gonna cum?" he asked. "Cum on my cock like the dirty little slut you are for me?"

That did it. His words paired with the way his hips moved drove you over the edge, toppling down it like the side of a cliff as you came with a moan of Vernon's name. He fucked you through your orgasm, only letting go once you'd come down a little.

His head dropped into your neck as his hips still, his release coating your walls as he groaned into your skin. Neither of you wanted to move yet you knew you needed to. Your skin was sticky with sweat, your inner thighs and his hips covered in your slick, and his cum slowly spilling out of your used hole.

"Fuck," Vernon cursed, finally breaking the silence as he lifted his head. "You good, babe?" He asked breathlessly, merely chuckling when you nodded. "Yeah. 'M good," you muttered sleepily.

"Hey, no falling asleep," he said, lightly tapping your cheek. "We need to shower. We're gross," he added, pulling out of you and getting up. You groaned tiredly, rolling onto your side. "Speak for yourself," you mumbled. "You literally have my cum rolling down your thighs and ass, babe. You're just as gross as me right now."

You hissed as he turned on the overhead light and pulled back the tangled sheets. "Shower," he ordered. "Now."

You glanced up at him. "How do you have this much energy after that?" you asked, in awe of his ability to bounce back so quickly.

Vernon rolled his eyes before grabbing your ankle and tugging gently. "If you get into the shower with me, we can continue where we left off and get clean at the same time," he reminded you.

You sat up, throwing yourself out of bed.

"You had me at shower sex."

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griimhilde-a · 3 years

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if you know, you know.

——— a response to those who refuse to move on.

EDIT: after some encouragement and realizing that, while i tried to be respectful and private about this situation, i was not given the same treatment, i’ve decided to be upfront and filterless. here is a link to my page of receipts that i did not provide in this post.

i would like to point out that when i made the DNI, it was buried and sandwiched in my super long rules purposely so that it wasn’t explicitly visible and drawing attention. it was specifically put there for mutuals to understand my boundaries for the new blog, and as soon as i moved blogs, my guidelines underwent heavy reconstruction and the DNI section was removed overall ( i don’t like DNIs for myself ), as well as on this blog. all statements made in the DNI were what i felt to be true and based off of not only my experiences, but others’ as well, backed up with evidence i have saved that i didn’t feel the need to provide because it wasn’t meant to be a big deal, but i also felt i needed to explain why this person was on a DNI and that it wasn’t done out of malicious intent. again, if something sounds bad it is because “bad” things were done and i can’t control that.

reading the call-out had me ( and others ) confused on where it was i had bullied her, when i had her blocked since november, where it was i had manipulated her, and so forth. i’m always wanting to be a better person, so i was extremely confused on where i had done anything wrong. i also didn’t appreciate my new blog url being attached to it as it had nothing to do with it and i was trying to move forward, and it read very much like an attempt to blacklist. despite everything, i never wanted it to be a spectacle. the pinned, public call-out by this person doesn’t read to me as someone wanting to move on, but wanting to drag things further. this is not a call-out post, this is me defending myself. i will not name drop. if you know who this is about, i ask you just read this to understand the full story.

this is going to be a long boi ( i really tried to keep it short but alkfjdklfksldf nope ). i would also like to apologize for any dryness here, but i am aiming to just state facts as they are. it feels ---- ridiculous writing this all out because it’s something that could and should have been handled privately. but, here we go !!

everything on the DNI is true. i will not post or reveal the sources because one, they are not my stories to tell, and two, i am not going to give her the excuse to bother them. they deserve to be safe, and i am walking proof of what happens when you speak out against someone like her. if i have to bear that burden, then so be it.

it stopped being about “just a url” a long time ago. it became more about how i was treated in that interaction, and how i was continued to be treated afterwards. not to mention the increasing tension within the rpc and having to second-guess whether or not i was truly wanted. it was about how it was affecting those around me, my time in a hobby i love, and my mental health. the amount of times a mutual has tagged me by accident when they meant to tag her is insane. it most definitely did not feel good !!! if that kept happening, it was a problem. i also had to shut off the anon feature because of the amount of anons i was receiving. some had good intentions, but others had resorted to hate.

regarding the messages on discord --- i stand by them. i thought if you were friends with someone on discord and have previously talked over time, it was okay to message, otherwise what was the point of discord? i didn't realize it would make her uncomfortable to do so, and i’m more careful about how i approach people now !!!

regarding the messages: there was no change in tone other than that i grew exhausted and extremely anxious ( shaking !!! palms sweaty !!! knees weak !!!! mom’s spaghetti !!! ) and wasn’t in the proper mindset to sound happy while i was being invalidated to my face. i have even apologized there if i came off as mean. i don’t “present myself” in a way. that’s just how i talk, i prefer communicating one-on-one and i try to alleviate tension that arises no matter what because these types of conversations aren’t always a walk in the park. i wanted things to be good and not stressful for all parties involved. i’m sorry my tone came off as insincere. after being in desc rpc for a year, i was a little surprised seeing a near-identical url so i think it was fair for me to message her about it. she made the decision use it, and i was allowed to react. it was said misspellings in urls made her anxious so i wanted to help and i was shot down and vilified, essentially told i made her feel unsafe and shouldn’t have messaged. if it wasn’t okay to claim i felt “unsafe” and “paranoid”, why was it okay for her to claim the same based on a choice she made herself, but not me to feel anxious about those choices?

i have never told a blog to block her. i have never initiated conversation about her, nor have i spoken negatively about her as a person. ever. i have, in fact, even stated that i didn’t want anyone blocking and that it would be okay to interact. here’s one example after i was approached about her. i cannot control what other people do.

hardblocking her on my end was to avoid seeing her on dash as much as possible.

i am allowed to softblock / unfollow people who interact with her after months of trying to be okay with it. what kickstarted this process was someone i thought was a close friend had dropped me and suddenly i realized i didn’t need to sacrifice my comfort for the sake of keeping a mutual. if they could do it, so could i. while i adore the descendants rpc, the rpc is not a family, we’re not obligated to interact IC or be mutuals with every single person in the rpc. it’s not causing a rift when we don’t interact on dash. i have even emphasized that i would love to stay in contact via discord and write there if possible !! why am i being vilified for trying to make my blog a safe space for me?

regarding the “vagues”: they were all responses. a mutual wrote the post, i reblogged it, my tags were in response to the post ( said mutual’s url wasn’t even blocked out so ... ). if it felt like a vague, i can’t control that. the meaning behind the url post was circulating on dash, i didn’t see any vaguing in it other than me recounting my process of choosing this url, which was true ( was i not allowed to participate?? ). the shrek meme was in response to a public dash event ( which i originally thought was a joke ) that had received copious amounts of criticism for. it wasn’t a vague and it was explicit on what it was referring to, it was meant to be silly dash commentary, nothing deep.

this is in my rules but i have explicitly stated that my headcanons about my characters are not a vague if they differ from yours. the talk about hair styles was actually initiated in a conversation with my friends in private. it had absolutely nothing to do with her. if it sounded like a drag, i encourage everyone to look at how i’ve “dragged” many other things including the original outfits for descendants, evie thinking mermaid dresses are ugly, evie not liking wine, and so forth. my portrayal of evie =/= other portrayals of evie. while she may never do so-and-so, it doesn’t make it wrong for another portrayal to do it. ( why was my blog being kept tabs on and compared with, in the first place? that’s not duplicate friendly ).

regarding sex week: i've stated it was an inappropriate event because the descendants rpc had been heavily criticized for smutting and felt it wasn't the best response, nor was it the best way to promote sex positivity. it was insanely uncomfortable to witness, as someone in this rpc. it doesn’t matter if the people or the muses involved were adults, i would still call it inappropriate had it happened in any other rpc. it wasn’t a “block and move on” situation. i’m also allowed to defend myself because i didn’t want to be associated with something she posted. i didn’t want it tied to my url. i would like to clarify that when i said "embarrassing" in the responses under that anon, it was directed at the anon for misreading the url, nobody else. ostracizing occurred when the descendants rpc was being added to DNIs because of sex week / smutting, which was posted by this person ( if you post it, you start it. simple ). i had been blocked simply because i am a descendants blog and that had never happened before.

i was also notified that people uninvolved with this have been namedropping me on dash in an attempt to have me “written off” ( their words, not mine ) because my rules stated that i was open to exploring evie’s sexuality. below is a screenshot of my rule regarding smut. i deleted the rules page from this blog when i moved so i snatched it from my other canon descendants blog that i reuse on all blogs. the second is my elaboration on sexual content in my new evie rules. the third is what’s on my google doc, a condensed version of my rules. there is a major difference between smutting and posting a public dash event dedicated to sex versus being open to explore sexuality as a topic. they are not the same. also, me not choosing to smut does not dictate my opinion on smut, so do not make assumptions about that either. if you want to move on, why are you still talking about me on dash, especially when unprompted? if you just want to move on, why are you upset that i’m not “written off”?

this person has vagued me multiple times ( which they conveniently did not show in the call-out ), this person has been shown to talk badly of me in private ( and now, publicly as well ) ---- all of which i have not done. i have screenshots sent by others to show for it, but do not feel it’s relevant to share because this is not about her. this is just about defending myself.

i have spent three months apologizing for feeling things, apologizing for reacting, apologizing for things i should not have been apologizing for. i have spent so long accepting blame because i felt it would help. i’m done doing that. i know what i did and what i didn’t do. people know what i did and didn’t do.

all in all, i am confused on why a call-out was made when the content provides nothing other than catty remarks meant to air out personal drama. the messages exchanged only show how i tried to remedy things. the screenshots of my “vagues” were just responses, and most of which had nothing to do with this person. my initial silly dash commentary and later discomfort over a sexual dash event posted by this person is not a vague.

if you ( referring to maker of the call-out and others who partook ) are upset about people not talking about me in regards to the “rest of the call-out”, maybe consider the fact that there was nothing about me in it that warranted a call-out in the first place. people saw that i did nothing wrong. the only thing of substance in the call-out was something the maker themselves did : the public, sexual dash event. people are allowed to identify that as a more prominent issue as opposed to how my messages or public posts could be perceived through basic, biased narrative manipulation.

me deciding to unfollow / softblock blogs that interact with this person =/= involving the descendants rpc or making it public. i am allowed to softblock whoever i want to cultivate my dash experience. most people i know have it in their rules that they are okay with people softblocking for their comfort and that it won’t be taken personally. you know what IS making it public and involving the entire descendants rpc? this person messaging a descendants server and name dropping me in the server, reducing the situation to just being about a “url” and publicly announcing it in the server. here are the facts to consider: her message was sent jan. 21. my DNI went up feb 2.

so, regarding the call-out: there was no bullying, no manipulation, no harassment, no gaslighting, nothing from my end, and the call-out shows precisely that the claims are just that: claims. whatever was felt is valid, but feelings =/= gravity of the actual action itself - the most common thing pointed out in therapy: feelings are valid, but are they justified? call-outs should be reserved for people who cause actual harm, not because someone wants an excuse to blacklist. if i am a “bully” for unfollowing blogs for my own comfort, then i think the rpc really needs to reevaluate what these terms mean because the misuse is harmful.

here are the things i did do: treated everyone i talked to with respect. approached things civilly. communicated. tried to accommodate for others. attempted to make a safe space for myself. did not involve the entire rpc by announcing it in a server. did not make a call-out post nor pin it. did not continue to name drop afterwards despite claiming to want to move on.

this entire situation is absurd and should have never been public, much less made a call-out for !! while this was meant to defend myself and state facts, i understand it may not change minds. a friend has told me that people will hate me because they want to hate me, no matter what. and i can’t do anything about that !! all i have to say is that holding hate in your heart never ends well. i hope everyone can find peace at some point.

so please, let me move on. let me write with my friends. let me unfollow / softblock people to keep my dash comfortable. let me take a break from descendants while also having the choice to return at anytime. please stop talking about me when i’m not even giving this another thought and haven’t since i moved blogs. please stop name dropping. stop keeping tabs on me, stop stalking my new blog. please leave me alone. i hold absolutely nothing against anyone i may have softblocked / unfollowed or am not currently interacting with on my new blog. my IMS / discord is always available, you will not be violating my safety by messaging me, everyone is welcome, but i also understand if you feel the need to separate yourself !!! as for those of you who have interacted with the call-out post, i wish you the best but i hope you understand why i do not want to interact with you by any means in the future.

i’m hoping this post lays everything to rest, seeing as my first one did not. honestly, what are you trying to prove if you still have to post about this? it helps nobody. this back-and-forth is exhausting and unneeded. no more. let’s be better people, yeah?

i hope everyone takes care of themselves, i hope you all have a great day / night !!! thank you for reading this long boi !!

#this is a long boi.#thank u to everyone who's offered their support these past few days!#i refuse to let people push me out with baseless claims !!!#so here are all the facts #i really don't want to talk about this anymore but if u need proof of the things this person has done u can msg me #otherwise. this ends here.#pls don't reblog!

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hellroots · 3 years

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『 MOBILE FRIENDLY RULES 』

— here you will find my rules or can also find them on my gdocs as well once i’m done with it. please like this if you read it, but otherwise don’t interact with this post, thank you. rest assured that i always read my moots rules before following and that i fully expect the same courtesy. i tried not to let them get too long but feel free to ask me anything you wanna know about them if it’s not clear ok?

『 THE MUN』

NOXTROMUN, THEY/THEM, 21+, BRAZILIAN

shy but friendly ! i don't follow for follow, if i follow you that means i've read your rules and want to write with you. i have no triggers nor squicks of my own except drama in the dash, for that reason i do not engage in callouts/witch hunts and if you do it on a constant basis i might have to hard block you for my own peace of mind. although i may come off too strong/harsh, i am always up to talking things out privately. as long as you are civil, so am i. any form of hate will be deleted and blocked - sometimes mocked, if i’m feeling cocky…

『 THE BLOG』

HELLROOTS, INDIE ( POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING AND NOT MINOR FRIENDLY ), HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE MULTIFANDOM MULTIMUSE

primarily run on a low activity \ effort and with a slow speed.. my muselist changes a lot, depends a lot on what i’m watching lately so bear with me please. this is a drama free zone, therefore do realise that mun ≠ muses and (obviously) writing ≠ condoning !! as a quick note, do keep in mind that my blog is my safe space, just as your blog is yours - you are responsible for your own internet experience just as i am responsible for mine. should anything in my blog annoy/trigger/squick you, i strongly encourage you to block me & not write with me - your mental health is far more important ( for me, and hopefully for you as well ) than rp. on that note, please do not softblock me - that’s annoying, just hardblock please.

『 THE TRIGGERS』

TRIGGER HEAVY, PROPERLY TAGGED AND TAKING NO CRAP

i usually tend to write for trigger heavy fandoms (such as asoiaf, kingdom and others) and may incorporate some of it into my writing, muses' backgrounds and overall characterization. if you're bothered \ squicked \ triggered by that, i kindly encourage you to reconsider and not follow me. no amount of rp fun is worth your mental health. i try to tag everything accordingly and i fully expect the same courtesy for our followers' sakes. be aware that there may be mentions of death, gore, violence, consanguinamory \ endogamy (especially when it comes to the lannisters and kekkei genkai clans), rape ( kingdom, though it will only be mentioned on the character’s backstory ) and cannibalism ( hannibal and kingdom ) , as well as unhealthy relationships and dynamics alongside with powerplay, and otherwise bad behaviours. for all that is sacred, please, do note that i, the mun, do not approve, support or condone any of these actions or behaviours !! i simply am capable of separating fiction from reality. as long as everything is properly tagged, with mutual consent and there are no minors involved (muse and especially not muns), . i support the right of a consenting adult to explore these awful dark topics in a safe fictional environment with other like minded consenting adults, people shouldn’t have to share their traumas to strangers on the internet to explain why they write what they write, be considerate. if that notion bothers you perhaps you might not want to interact with me, for both of ours sakes. fair warning, most of my graphics and aesthetics might trigger those who have xylophobia/hylophobia (phobia of trees or wooded areas), and considering it is a main theme here i will not be tagging it, i'm sorry. but its too many. however, if you want me to create a special tag for you, there's no issue! it will be either "[your mun name] don't look!" or "[your url] don't look!", whichever you prefer. QUICK EDIT/ADDITION: i do not believe that aging up fictional characters is inherently a bad thing - from what i understand, the whole appeal of aging up a character is that while you like their personality but you do not want them to be kids (for whatever reason) but insteasd adults. if you are one of those who think that aging up a character is automatically something bad (without even knowing why it was done in the first place) don’t bother following me because i do think that opinion is quite silly.

『 THE INTERACTIONS』

OC, DUPLICATE, MULTIMUSE AND CANON DIVERGENT FRIENDLY

my tagging system is simple, i tag triggers as "tw; x" and . images that may be sensitive or triggering as "cw; x". you can further see how my tags work by taking a look at my tag dump post, just search ‘tag dump’ on my blog and you will find the most recent one i’m using. i shitpost and talk oocly on the dash constantly but you can easily blacklist my tag if it bothers you. here's something you should know about me: when i'm doing drafts i usually don't feel like chatting much, so please do not spam me because i won't be able to reply, i love to talk with my moots but sometimes it overwhelms me. on that note, please don't pester me for replies ic or ooc, i am slow and chances are that if you try to guilt trip me or just nag me about it i'll leave as the ones i'll get to in the later end on purpose, just out of spite. yes, i be like that. please be patient - i’ll never pressure you and expect the same in return. plotting wise: i prefer to just wing it with just a faint idea of where to take the thread but honestly i'm cool with anything. please be considerate when formatting your replies, i have a bad eyesight & if i can't read it, i won't bother with it. my own formatting is simple and clean. on a smaller note, please bear with me and my muses as my muses ramble a lot but you don't have to match the length, just give me something to work with. if we write together, the chances of me making edits/tagging you in stuff are really big, just lmk if you don’t like that though !

『 THE FLEET』

MOSTLY BI/PAN MUSES, MULTISHIP AND MULTIVERSE, SMUT FRIENDLY

i love shipping but i like my ships to be devices to move the plot/dynamics/muses forward, every once in a while though i partake in some much loved self indulgent shipping. just because i ship a certain pairing don't presume that my characters are approaching yours with second intentions, please. ��most of the time i like to reblog those relationship memes, so if you’re interested in a ship the best way (other than sending me a message ofc) to let me know is by sending ones. there will be some triggering ships here ( like the lannisters, both cersei x jaime and joanna x tywin are my otps, and potential inter clan ships, like with the hyugas - i mean how the hell you think they keep the byakugan in their family?? ) that may either be played with trusted friends or be mentioned/reblogged sometimes, all properly tagged so you can easily blocklist/avoid it. most of my muses are either bi or pan, those who are not will be specified. don't be afraid to reach out to me for shipping right off the bat - i'd rather have you to be open and honest with me about the interactions you want than lying to me, just know that there will be needed some plotting and threading first to see if your muses match. as an adult, my blog is smut friendly, i partake in sexual sunday a lot because some of my muses are very lewd in nature, you can blacklist my tag if that bothers you as well.

『 THE FINAL NOTES』

GENERAL RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES, CREDITS, THANK YOU FOR READING MY RULES

lastly but not least, general rp etiquette applies on my blog: no godmodding, forced ships, etc. there’s only ONE thing that truly makes me go apeshit crazy, and it’s when people don’t read my rules. i ALWAYS find out and it’s not pretty; i block it like it’s hot, ♪ ♫ ♬ block it like it’s hot ♪ ♫ ♬. i strongly assure you that i always read your rules before both following you and also before sending memes, just in case. on a much smaller note, i’m not so hot on single shipping and i really feel weirded out about people forcing me to pic who i’m going to interact with due to theirs DNI’s. while i get DNI’s when it comes to actual predators, when it’s something seemingly random chances are that i’ll softblock you because it weirds me out how volatile some can be when it comes to a hobby. i have some trigger heavy hcs ( for example, the one about jiraiya’s hypersexuality being rooted in trauma that he suffered at a young age ) that i share with only a few muns that are closer with me, so i’ll be mentioning them every once in a while but won’t share them, please don’t insist. i don’t really like most of the main characters of the franchises i write for, and when it comes to certain characters i reserve the right to decline an rp for my own comfort. for further info on what i use to make my graphics please check my “CREDITS.” tag. most of my stuff is made by me, i’ve got a lowkey rph in case you wanna check it out it’s @brazucahelps, however if you want a custom content i can see if i get a free time to come up with something :D

IF YOU READ THIS FAR, THANK YOU SO MUCH — JUST ONE LAST THING, COULD YOU PLS LIKE THIS SO I KNOW YOU’VE READ IT? <3 THANKS!

#RULES.

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