#[ ooc :: save tag ]

[aco-knight]

Aconite care guide! Put it in a room with fire and burnable objects and appliances it can take apart, make sure it's girlfriend is in there too, they are a bonded pair! NO fairy types!!

sigh. accurate.

[technikki]

i like when people make these two interact i think it'd be terrible

[calypsolemon]

sometimes people negatively criticizing DR will say things like "it must be bad writing otherwise it doesn't make sense why the ninja act differently in [DR situation] than they did in [MOS situation]" with no further justification for why that would be the case and it's like. my brother in spinjitzu the Situations are Different

[fandisease]

I wonder what they are bickering about

Tell me what you think.

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR A WHILE I am very busy…

[notpercieved]

Bonus:

Hes all ive been drawing

[eiyriny]

Nothing turns me off faster from a fanfic than a feminist champion and LGBTQ icon! Shen Yuan. Bro used a slur for trans ppl and has some (minor) problematic views on women, and literally has an internalized homophobia himself, idk who this woke OC in your fanfic is, but that's definitely not Shen Yuan. Stop slapping his name on your woke!OC.

[yoshizawaviolet-archv]

(bentoverse) yoshizawa-san, I understand that you're on friendlier terms with akechi-senpai than most, so can you please give him this love letter for me? I'm a bit shy, so it's anonymous and it also happens to be in a similar handwriting style to yours haha don't worry about it

eheheh. it's been safely delivered!! i have a feeling he'll really like it!

[peachyfnaf]

is the canon tsams/tlaes/tmgafs storyline pissing off anyone else rn /genq fgdsfjsdf

[forsaken-huntershunted]

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"

// aka I had an idea so I threw a bunch of sfx together to "illustrate it"

idea under cut

// ███'s screaming / roaring sounds like multiple people screaming at once. Funnily enough, the more aggravated you've gotten them, the more variety you'll hear in their screams. although, if you've gotten them to the point of screaming or breaking their serene demeanor, the chance for you to save yourself has already left you.

// you're most likely to hear these sounds from ███ during the FEW times they actually decide to participate in a "round".

// they may call it salvation, but it is anything but that

// anyways. have fun with this little fact ig :D

[constellationcrowned]

[greenzilla4]

Green! You're the last person I haven't said hi to before they might take my phone away! (besides Orange but I can talk to him in person) I see you've started back up on this social media stuff? I can trust you're not going to make the same mistakes? (and if you're taking dares then I dare you to rescue Orange and I from prison) ;-; -Yellow(@yello-exe)

Nahh people on tumblr say influencers aren't a thing here. Meaning I physically cannot make the same mistakes ^^

Also that dare is a death wish. Maybe don't do illegal stuff next time ✌️

[voraciouslyindulgent]

{: I like your portrayal of Tarn, I think he's neat.

//Thanks sm! It's been a joy writing with you ^^ Tarn's been through a lot over the years I've had this blog, and it's interesting for me as his writer to see how differently he's behaved at various points of his journey.

[mentallyunstablethembo]

This is the exploration of hypersexuality using Shen Qingqiu (Jiu), using my own experiences and feelings.

This content may not be suitable for everyone and therefore it is advised that you scroll by if uncomfortable.

Please read the warnings.

This is not canon and is written just for fun and exploration, I suppose, so there's that as well.

Note: I do not write often and did not beta-read this, so there will definitely be spelling errors and the way it was written might be weird, I apologize for that.

Content warning/s:

Self-injury, implied/referenced self destructive behaviors, m*sturbation at the start of this, implied/referenced child s*xual a*use/r*pe (m*lestation too I suppose?)

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There was a feeling.

It was a sudden, overwhelming need, his thoughts starting to race as his thighs pressed together, the need for pleasure and release in his groin.

But Shen Qingqiu tried to ignore it.

Tried to clear his mind and focus on his work, to clear his mind and think of anything else but the overwhelming need, the need to feel the palms of his hands over his body, of something in him.

The battle was however futile, and he caved in.

Alone, in his house made of bamboo, his hands wandered under his robes in the dark, the feeling sending light shivers down his body.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help it, or the way his robes slipped off his body, layer after layer. He needed them off now, the need getting stronger as his mind clouded.

Only after taking off his robes did his hand wrap around his private part, his pace fast as the need took over, the warmth spreading through his body and fast breaths escaping him, his heart hammering in his chest.

And just as quickly as the need came, it also just as quickly disappeared.

The sudden rush of his orgasm came, white sticky liquid covering his hand as his heart calmed down, yet his expression was blank.

Empty.

He felt empty and disgusting.

The man got up, his legs trembling ever so slightly, the feeling of his mind being far, far away, yet his body moved on its own, almost as if controlled by steings.

Shen Qingqiu went to the bathroom and filled the tub with water, the temperature almost boiling with how hot it was.

Good.

The hotter the better.

He got in and sat there, mind still far away and body numb, his eyes almost dead as he drifted.

Only when he finally came to did he start scrubbing his body.

The water was burning him, turning his skin red yet it wasn't enough. He felt so unclean, filthy and disgusting, and so he scrubbed.

He scrubbed his skin raw, scrubbed until it was tender and almost bleeding, the tight feeling in his chest only getting worse as he still felt unclean.

And then he sobbed.

Shen Qingqiu brough his knees to his chest, sobbing until his eyes stung and his voice was hoarse and raw. Sobbing, as his fingers dug into his skin, his nails carving red lines over his arms and neck, until he couldn't breathe, his body trembling with all of his emotions and the pain, the thoughts and memories too much.

He hated when he got like this, yet he desperately clung to this pain to feel something, the numbness far more terrifying than anything else.

Hours. Hours later did he finally get out of the tub, the water long since gotten cold.

His memory was fuzzy, he didn't remember getting out of the tub or getting dressed, yet he felt exhausted and numb all the same, the tremors in his body going unnoticed.

What he did remember however, was the way he looked in the mirror.

The way his eyes were red and puffy, angry red marks over his neck and any other exposed flesh that he could see.

The way his eyes looked so dead and tired, his skin pale and sickly. He looked like a corpse.

Disgust.

Hatred.

Anger.

Sorrow.

Fear.

Shame.

The tight ball of emotions in his chest as his lips trembled, the emotions coming out again as he watched his own reflection.

He hated it.

But what he hated more were the phantom touches and caresses over his body, touching. Grabbing. Squeezing.

The phantom hands that wouldn't care for how young he was, fingers that would spread him open as the cock of a man so vile drove into him. The pain, pain of being opened and violated raw, the way those hands would touch, and take and break.

He wanted to throw up.

The man curled up in his bed, his blankets wrapped around him tightly like a protective barrier over himself, trying to keep those hands far, far away.

He sobbed. He wailed. He cried and cried, silent screams escaping burning lungs, with a throat so dry and hoarse, a voice so damaged he wouldn't be able to speak.

The thought of those hands made him want to bash his head against a wall, or the thought of any of the rumors about him, really.

It was many thoughts, yet when he first heard the rumors, he cried himself to sleep in the arms of a woman.

He wanted to stop thinking, he was exhausted with harsh gasps for air, his head pounding with a headache.

And then he passed out.

And like this, the cycle would repeat.

He would never escape it, and if he tried, then he would relapse.

There was no escape, and there was no help.

He trully was alone and putiful.

Disgusting.

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Please again keep in mind that I do not write often and that this id based off of my own experiences with hypersexuality and the way I react to it.

Your or others experiences, views, thoughts and feelings may not align with mine and that is perfectly alright, please do not be hateful and be respectful, thank you.

[thunderbird-shadow]

Scott knocks one man down, then, across the station, the other thug holding John is taken aback by the spaceman's sudden physical reaction and takes a half step away from him, gun up, pointing wildly between the both of the two Tracy's. John's face is slack, but he's certainly having a bad reaction to whatever's going on inside his head because he's shaking so hard his hands can't control the holograms anymore. The man Scott had been fighting whirls on Kayo as she drops out of the ceiling.

Her back turned to the boys, she doesn't see the gun go off, but she certainly hears it.

The Hood's henchman, irritatingly, managed to dodge her stun as she attempted to knock her out. He swung - she dodged his clumsy attack easily - her fist connected satisfyingly with his jaw and sent him reeling back. Kayo had the advantage of having trained for combat in zero-G, but this guy was a lot bigger than her (just this once, she'd love the bad guys to literally pick on someone their own size, but at least she's used to being at this kind of disadvantage). He thudded against the wall but quickly pushed back towards her. She twisted out of range, taking advantage of his momentum to throw him into the wall again. Still, he wasn't giving up. He managed to grab onto her arm as she shoved him and nearly got her into an armlock. It's sheer muscle memory that had her moving quickly enough to evade him.

Distracted as she was by her opponent, Kayo wasn't keeping tabs on the boys - or on the other thug. The gunshot stopped her dead in her tracks. Her blood ran cold, a ragged sort of inhale straining in her chest. Eyes wide, Kayo whipped round, trying to see where the gun was, who fired it, where the bullet had ended up. She'd never seen a bullet wound in zero-G before. A strange, oddly detached part of her brain wa morbidly curious as to what it'll look like.

A much, much bigger part of her was terrified that she's about to lose someone else close to her by her uncle's hand.

And, stupidly, that fear made her take her eyes off her opponent - something she'd drilled into the Tracy boys during their sparring sessions that they should never do, that she would be furious at them for. It left her wide open. Remembering at the last second, Kayo whirled back round just in time to see the butt of a gun hurtling towards her.

[saccageurs]

pls LIKE this if I can send caydhen into ur ask box with prompts whenever he wants to uwu

[secr3trings]

while i’m burning like a mf — it’s time !

PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

as i am slowly getting back into actually writing — i believe it’s time for one of these as i’m now passed 100 posts here.

BY LIKING THIS POST YOU HAVE GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO :

tag you in random starters.

tag you in things i see fit for our muses ( if we have any relationships. )

come in your inbox at random times ( i’m a random guy .. that’s why i always have a random tag prepared. )

talk to you in dms about plots , character ideas , etc.

make you a possible dynamic tag in the deep future.