#I barely know how to use tumblr

[jelloshifts]

Consider this my introduction post because I haven’t done that yet whoops.

Hi. You can call me Jello. My pronouns are she/they, and I’ve been a shifter for about five years now. I am 22 and discovered shifting a little before I turned 18, but didn’t actively try shifting until the fall of 2020– so yes, I was knee deep in the horrors of shiftok at that point.

I have a degree in Creative Writing and Publishing. It’s kind of cool, being a writer and a shifter. It does make me totally picky about what I script, but it means that the stories I write based off my shifts are gonna be brilliant.

My first ever DR was a One Direction reality (RIP). It was as horrifying as any first script. I have many DRs now, but my mains include Criminal Minds, a Hogwarts one where I am also in a band, and a College Romance type one where I date a professor wait what? I have a bunch more based off other series I love and some based off books. I just started scripting for a reality based off my own novel which is kind of epic.

I have yet to shift to any DR. I may have minishifted once in the sense that I heard my DR but I’ve never opened my eyes anywhere but here. Yes, sounds demotivating as hell. And it was, until I came here. You, shiftblr, have somehow made it all click in my head in a way shiftok could only ever dreamed of. So, thank you.

I think that pretty much sums me up. I would love to yap about any and all my DRs— or really talk about anything. I’ve never really been active in any shifting community so consider this my tentative “hey… how y’all doing?”

Oh, fun fact: I use the same name in about 90% of my DRs. My first name remains the same in all but one DR, and my last name is consistent in all but two? I think? I do that because I think it’s cool, to have this sort of identity that I carry with me throughout my own little multiverse.

Another fun fact: my favourite movie for at least six years of my life has been Coraline. I live and breathe that film. And then suddenly I discovered shifting and it’s just this funny little thing, this silly little connection I find all too intriguing. There are a lot of times where I’ll look back on my life with the knowledge I have now and am hit with this realization that I have been doing this a while, even just in the tiniest of doses, without even knowing it.

Okay, I’ll quit yapping now. Hello and welcome to my page. I don’t know what I’m doing on here but I am enjoying myself immensely.

Jello💖

[baileythebug]

wait why did my post abt Kyle maclachlan putting on mascara blow up omg almost 300 likes woah

[azuzer]

Hello, world! I'm Sam!

⋆ Mexican

⋆ Unlabeled Demiboy

⋆ He/they

⋆ INTP

⋆ Leo

⋆ Neurodivergent with intellectual disability

⋆ I suffer from BPD, ADHD and autism so please be patient to me! I can be extremely paranoid :(

My selfships!! <3

Main

⋆ David Leatherhoff (AoM) | Non-sharing

⋆ Liquid Snake (Metal Gear Solid) | Non-sharing

⋆ Jonathan Crane (DC) | Non-sharing

⋆ Ted (I Have No Mouth) | Selective

⋆ James Gordon Jr. (DC) | Selective

Secondary

⋆ Jerry Stokes (Eltingville Club) | Selective

⋆ Biker (Hotline Miami) | Selective

⋆ Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium) | Sharing

⋆ Scout (Team Fortress 2) | Sharing

⋆ Gary Smith (Bully) | Sharing

Links

⋆ Tiktok - azuzer

⋆ Instagram - _azuzer_

⋆ Letterboxd - MajimaMikan

⋆ Backloggd - MajimaMikan

⋆ Last.fm - MajimaMikan

⋆ Kinlist (may be outdated) - mindfxck

DO NOT INTERACT

⋆ Basic DNI criteria (transphobes, homophobes, xenophobes and so on)

⋆ If you constantly post about ship discourse (I don't care about it, I barely ship anything that isn't my own selfship, so I'd rather not have to deal with drama)

⋆ TERFs and all its variants

⋆ Prolife (EUGH!!!)

⋆ AI "artists"

[aquakirb]

I was told "this would do numbers on Tumblr"

[apiciuscats]

— YOU'RE A... CAT?! | Sakamoto Days

🐾 SUMMARY — After an experiment gone wrong, you've magically transformed into a cat! How does your partner react..?

🐾 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Uzuki Kei, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo, Natsuki Seba, Osaragi [separate]

CONTENT & NOTES — Established relationships, probably OOC characters, comedy and fluff, very very mild depictions of fighting [just in case !]. This is my first fic ever on tumblr, and my first official fanfic I ever shared online. I don't write often so keep that in mind before interacting or judging! I'm so nervous posting this. Any advice is appreciated 🥺

WC — 2.2k total. 200-300 per character.

SHIN ASAKURA —

Shin is not used to the change at all. His first thought is prioritizing getting you back. But looking at you now, sleeping in the sun, he starts to wonder if that’s what you really want. Your thoughts are stranger now, harder to read. Sometimes they only appear as images, and the voice in your mind is much quieter. 

Lu is not alarmed at the change at all. In fact, she takes the opportunity to chase you around, trying to pet you or hold you. Shin chastises her to be more careful. She doesn’t offer any good advice on how to turn you back, either, and tries to get you to drink alcohol. Good thing you're still a human inside, or else that could have gone badly. He finds Sakamoto next, but he’s just as useless, only patting your head in silence.

While he’s at the counter focused on thinking, you jump next to him. He looks at your eyes. They’re the exact same colour as when you’re a human. He has to admit you turned into a very cute cat. He looks at you.

”Meow.”

He doesn’t get what you want, but he eventually reaches forward to pet you. 

You leave fur all over him when you lie on his lap. He misses talking to you on breaks, but you still accompany him, tail swaying leisurely and letting Hana pet you, or playing with Piisuke when Heisuke comes by. You seem completely.. unbothered, at least for the time being. He takes a deep breath and tells himself to relax. 

Admittedly he gets worried when he loses sight of you for the first time. He knows typical cats need their sleep and alone time, but he frets that perhaps some assassin took you. Why would an assassin take a cat in the first place, he doesn’t know, but he can’t help but worry anyway. He gets so relieved when he just finds you sleeping or hiding somewhere in the shop or returning from a walk with the Sakamotos. 

Rating: 8/10. He plays with you and gets you back to human form quickly, and you get lots of attention from the employees of the store. 

YOICHI NAGUMO —

He finds the temporary change so cute! You could be stressing out about it and he wouldn’t even care. Loves randomly picking you up and taking you along his merry way or assaulting you with pets. You know the videos where the owner pets their cats more aggressively each time? That’d 100% be him. He just likes teasing you too much!

He buys you all types of cat toys to see if you’re interested in them. Maybe some feline instinct. He waves it in front of you while you’re trying to nap. You don’t seem to be reacting. In fact, you’re rather annoyed at him. But your hissing doesn’t seem to drive him off. But as he places the plastic mouse closer to you, that’s when you strike! You promptly severe the string and fruitlessly throw the mouse at him. Alright, no toys it is. 

Canonically rich. Buys you a lot of luxury cat food. You seem hesitant eating it, so he buys you food both humans and cats can ingest and handfeeds you. Even if he’s a menace, he still wants to make sure you’re healthy and have a full belly to sleep with. 

He knows he eventually has to find a way to revert you to human form again. He busies himself with that when you’re sleeping. For the time being, when you’re awake, he wants to enjoy the time harassing his cute cat partner. 

He certainly doesn’t trust giving you to any of the Order members. Nor does he think any of them would agree to catsit in the first place. If he’s too busy, he opts to drop you off at Sakamoto’s Store, where Hana is more than elated to give you pets. Returns and sneaks up on you [if even he can surpass your now heightened cat senses] and picks you up, ignoring your irritated meows. The best way to get back at him is to scratch his clothing. 

Rating: 6/10. He gets you good food and makes sure you’re alright, but his relentless petting and teasing will drive you up the wall. 

UZUKI KEI —

The predicament is awkward for him. Kashima might know a way to get you back to human form, he thinks, and tries to prioritize that first.

He doesn’t want you to follow him around on his organization business. Sure, the chances of an enemy targeting a cat is slim to none, but there’s a chance for falling debris, or an accidental slash—… and the sight of him with a cute cat following him really diminishes the cold, calculating killer thing he has going on. 

For the time being, he leaves you with Haruma or Kumanomi, who is equally puzzled at the predicament but more than happy to follow his orders or have a cat companion for the day. Gaku seems like the type of person to forget you were there and abandon you, so she’s the only one to trust in this situation. 

He’s not even used to receiving or giving affection while you’re human, so he’s not sure how to approach it when you’re.. well.. a cat. You’ll have to approach him and somehow get it through that you want pets. Meow a lot or lean against his legs, and he eventually hesitantly rubs your head and chin. 

If you really want to follow him while he does his dirty work, he’ll make sure you follow closely. It’s a comical sight to see for the renowned Slur to have a cat following him like a lost lamb, but why does it matter when all the people who witnessed it are dead anyway?

After a bit, he tolerates it and gets used to the predicament. He doesn’t mind giving you a few pats if you approach him. He still wants the entire thing to be over as quickly as possible. He finds out that as cute as you are as a cat, he prefers you as a human much more. 

Rating: 7/10. Given time to at least adjust, he gets you what you need and gives nice pets.. he’s just mostly unsure what to do. 

GAKU —

The situation doesn’t bother him that much. Eventually, someone would find a way to return you to human form. For the time being, the largest loss suffered is someone to play video games with. 

Lets you sit on his shoulder like a Pikachu or on his lap to watch him play games instead. You fall asleep quite easily, and your claws dig into his skin when you try to get a closer look. He doesn’t care that much. You leave cat fur all over him by the time he’s returning to the others. Kumanomi scolds him, so he opts to play shirtless instead when you’re with him. In the end, Kumanomi is still annoyed, but now you have two things to look at when he games, so what is there to complain about?

He doesn’t discourage you following him around for his job. You just have to be careful. Stand too close while he’s fighting and someone’s body soars through the air and almost smashes you into a wall. 

The fright was huge, but at least he comforts you with some snacks. He’s not sure what to feed you. You don’t seem happy with the idea of cat food— you were still a human in there, after all. He settles for sharing some of his chips with you. 

He’s not very protective over you when you’re a cat. He lets you go for walks or leave the area to explore. So long you return by nightfall he’s content with being alone for the day. Internally he does find that the lack of your company feels strange, and quietly makes sure you’re nearby when you return. 

Rating: 8/10. A surprisingly good cat owner. Lets you do what you want or spend time with him. Just try to avoid tripping him up if you must follow him to a fight. 

HEISUKE MASHIMO —

He finds you so cute! He’s good with animals since he has Piisuke. 

He has trouble finding you stuff to eat. He goes to Sakamoto’s Store and shares a bun between the three of you. His friends from the store are certainly puzzled over the predicament, but it’s good that he has companions he can entrust with you. 

For the most part, he wants to keep you close to him. He carries Piisuke on one shoulder and tries to carry you on his other. However, carrying a bird on your shoulder is much easier than carrying a cat. When he gets excited or sprints somewhere, you have to dig your claws into his shoulder so you don’t fall. He only notices a few minutes later and apologizes with lots of head pats. 

The first day or so he gets you, he’s very worried about you and wants you to be with him at all times. Maybe it’s just something about your smaller, cuter form that he frets you’ll get lost somewhere. He’s no better, but at least he has Piisuke to help him, which you don’t!

You probably strayed off to explore or fell asleep under a thick bush and after an hour or so he’s panicking and bawling his guts out thinking you must have got hit by a car or taken by a stranger thinking you were a stray. Piisuke finds you rather quickly and you have to accompany him until he can finally tell himself that you’ll be fine and you need your own alone time too. 

His excitement is admittedly endearing. He’d want to show off to everyone how cute his partner was as a cat!

Rating: 8.5/10. Fun to be around, not too stressed out about the situation and good with pets. His enthusiasm with you can be a bit overwhelming. 

NATSUKI SEBA —

Treats you pretty well, actually.

When he first learns about your predicament, he’s just like “Oh, damn.” He’d work to find a way to revert whatever happened.. but isn’t against the idea of having you as a cat for a day or two. 

For the time being, he doesn’t mind having you beside him while he works on his projects at the JCC. So long he’s not doing too much heavy work, he enjoys the quiet company.

Gives you a few pets from time to time and is smart enough to consider what foods you’d want to and can eat. 

He doesn’t even mind if you leave too much fur on his clothing, whether it be from sleeping on his sweaters or on his lap. He thinks he can just brush it off afterwards. Turns out cat fur has a knack for getting stuck on everything possible. It takes a thorough wash just to get it off. 

Mafuyu judges him when he sees him with too many strands of thin cat fur all over him. While Natsuki’s not that bothered by the idea of being covered in fur, Mafuyu, who is cleaner, does, and at first avoids you like the plague. Your fur is left everywhere, and it ends up getting on him anyway, so he reluctantly gives in and pets you too. 

It can be pretty boring when he’s busy, so he doesn’t mind taking you to the weapons research laboratories too. If the school happens to have anything against pets, he tucks you into his suit and turns you invisible. Easy. So long nobody moves the suit off the ground or questions why there’s a lump on his chest. 

Rating: 9/10. He’s not a bad cat owner and has no qualms with you leaving for a few hours to explore or you getting fur on him. 

OSARAGI —

Thinks you’re too adorable internally! 

She quietly picks you up and goes about her job. She didn’t think you’d have too many problems with her job. Unfortunately, the crashing of stone and the quick movements she makes when fighting are much more startling with your heightened senses. Everything scrapes at your ears and nose. 

Once she finishes with one of her jobs, she looks over only to notice you sitting at the side, looking traumatized. She only stares blankly, wondering what could have gotten you like this. 

Osaragi decides the best way to calm you down is to buy you lots of snacks. She makes a pit stop at a convenience store and presents you an array of food to choose from. It’s rare for Osaragi to share her food without her own terms, so you should be grateful, even if you can only stomach one or two bites. 

Probably unintentionally babies you with a blank expression. It is canon that she’s rather childish at heart. Takes you everywhere like a little furry companion. Eventually, it does hit her that she’ll need you to return to human form sooner or later. She likes you as a human too, so she has nothing against the idea. 

Although I think she’d typically want you by her side, she does let you off her radar throughout the day so you can nap or have some time to yourself. 

Rating: 7.5/10. Treats you pretty well, but she should be more considerate of your cat senses or how terrifying it must feel to be carried while in a high stakes fight, debris and blood everywhere. 

please don't copy or repost/translate my works, or use it to train AI.

pawprint header: @/dogfoodvendingmachine

[staring-shoot]

It's always "I love you", but never "I don't care who I have to fight! If he rips my arms out, I'll kick him to death! If he rips my legs off, I'll bite him to death! If he rips my head off, I'll stare him to death! And if he gouges out my eyes, I'll curse him from the grave! Even if I'm torn to shreds, I'm taking Sasuke back from Orochimaru!"

[avocadosharks]

tfw ur crush doesnt notice ur mad dodgeball skills....

[emberglowfox]

i really would like to talk to other webcomic creators / find something of a collective or community but i really just have no clue at all how to go about that + still have Extreme imposter syndrome for... some reason

[butchrindou]

i’m so pressured with improving myself as an artist and it’s making me lose it because i’m not even doing art for my career but i love it so much. Like i kinda feel useless doing it sometimes, especially since i see other artists and i know damn well i will never achieve that level and im not saying this for people to feel pity but idk i feel like my art style doesn’t fit tr.???3! or like idk. Sometimes i’ll literally cry because i feel like my art style doesn’t fit rindou and she’s literally my muse, she’s the reason why i get so excited to sit down and draw everyday yet i feel like im just stuck sitting somewhere where i can’t do anything special to show my love for her and it sounds silly.. bc that’s a fictional character but still, ive liked this character for so long and i see improvement just from drawing rindou non stop but i still feel like im just barely touching the surface of improvement. Also i feel like i care too much about what others may like vs what i want to try and draw.. i want to draw her raw and literally how i perceive her, her character, her body, every single aspect of her and why she’s so important to me. Yet i can’t do that because i get so scared of the outcome/how my artwork looks/ how others will perceive it. And im not saying im not happy with my art, i am but there’s just ways i want to do it i feel like wont stick out to others which scares me or it will seem ooc of rindou. literally because of this i always have the urge to delete my account and restart and continue doing that till i feel like i perfected her yet i dont think that’ll ever happen even with how much love i have for that character

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[wikitpowers]

remember the day twp titles were released? yeah take me back

[faytelumos]

A Month of Kisses, #5

You know what, it has been such a long time since I wrote a kissing scene.

@justalittleminishnamedmouse, @mr-orion, @rfallfish, @tildeathiwillwrite, @thelazywitchphotographer

Also @those-damn-snippets because I think you might enjoy?

allergens: spicy

This might be in the top 3 spiciest things I've posted. Maybe. Whoops. (not sorry)

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Henchman watched Supervillain work, still wearing the little, conical party hat from hours earlier. "My first birthday!" it read. A fun little joke for a party of two. A sweet celebration of a year of service.

Henchman watched Supervillain pour over maps, schematics, finances, reports. Whatever it was she was doing now. Planning the next move. Preparing for the next step.

A year ago, Henchman had submitted her pathetic little resumé and interviewed via phonecall in a public park (by far the strangest interview she'd ever had). She started that same day, and looking back on it now, she better understood the bizarreness of that first meeting. Of the way Supervillain got Henchman disoriented and vulnerable in some unfamiliar alley before exposing herself to view. Testing her tolerance before letting her in.

Supervillain had been terrifying in that moment, boxing Henchman into a dead end, silhouetted by the afternoon sun. She had been a goddess. A nightmare. A force of nature. Henchman's vision of the job changed then from processing inventory orders to dragging bodies into dumpsters. And then two hours later, she was calling a dry cleaner and disputing an outrageous charge.

A year. How had they only known each other for a year? Henchman couldn't even imagine what her day would be like now without Supervillain. It was like trying to remember how she lived without a phone. Every morning she made breakfast for the two of them, then started making calls and arrangements. Every night they sat down to dinner, talking about all of the things that had moved and happened during the day. Supervillain moved around her all the while between, making motions and pulling strings, orbiting like some personal Jupiter caught up in Henchman's tiny gravity. Sometimes, there was an operation, and Henchman paced anxiously at their little base, their little home, praying and praying that Hero or Superhero didn't notice. Didn't try to intervene. Didn't leave Supervillain in a broken mess, calling Henchman to come get her, to scoop her limp, shimmering, dripping body into the back seat of their beat-up sedan.

Yes. Looking back on it now, even after such a short amount of time, Henchman had been completely smitten. She had fought the man on the other end of that phone like she was some kind of knight raising a sword at a dragon. She smiled at the memory now, even stifled a chuckle, as Supervillain scribbled something on a sheet of paper.

Henchman watched Supervillain now. Her skin was damp with her concentration. If she wasn't focused enough on her shape, she would always seem to melt a little but. Like ice cream. Just enough to soak the clothes she was wearing and the seat or the bed she was on, but not enough to fall apart. Sometimes, it was cute. Sometimes, it was terrifying.

It had been a long year. A long year of getting to know Supervillain. Of learning her. Of figuring out her needs and learning to anticipate them. Realizing why Henchman was doing the kind of work she was doing. Why she was always talking to the dry cleaner or the internet company, why she was the one who talked during their back alley deals, why she was the one who delivered letters and thank-you cards. Supervillain was powerful. In a fight, she was terrifying, a whirlwind, a natural disaster made flesh. But she was also scared. Scared of people. Scared of rejection. Scared of loneliness.

Henchman thumbed the elastic strap of her party hat where it crossed under her jaw. Supervillain had gotten her a cake and everything. Those watery lips of hers, dark and full, had pulled into the biggest smile Henchman had ever seen. Henchman couldn't be sure, even now. But it seemed to her that there was some amount of fear that Supervillain was always holding that had slipped away, just for the party.

Watching her now, maybe it was there again. Some underlying anxiety. Some twinge of a secret terror. They had been together a year, and yet there was still some part of Supervillain that thought Henchman… didn't want to stay? Didn't want to be here? Was afraid of her?

"My first birthday!" That's what her hat said. She wondered for the first time if any of Supervillain's other relationships, friendly or otherwise, had lasted this long. "My first birthday!" "My first friend!"

…What about, "My first love!"

Supervillain was different. Henchman couldn't read her like she read other people, not exactly. But there had been that underscoring tenderness and affection at the party that had made Henchman cry. That had made her glad it was just the two of them. That had made her wish this day wouldn't end.

Maybe Supervillain did think Henchman might still leave.

So maybe… maybe Henchman should let Supervillain know why that wasn't going to happen.

She stepped forward. Walked quietly toward the desk. Supervillain looked up, with all of her graceful long lines and angles. The water on her skin shimmered in the warm overhead light. Henchman came to a stop by her chair.

"So," she said. Supervillain watched her. She reached up and tapped her nail against the party hat. "It's still my birthday." Supervillain smiled.

"I suppose that it is," she chuckled. Henchman smiled back.

"I was hoping…" She blushed. A year ago, she wouldn't have had the guts for this. "I was hoping for a birthday favor." Supervillain turned to face her, a bit more serious now.

"Name it," she commanded gently. Henchman blushed a little more, but she didn't look away.

"I was hoping… and, you can say no, I promise. But. I was hoping… for… a birthday, um, kiss."

Supervillain's eyes widened. A drop of water ran from her temple down to her jaw and over her throat.

"You can say no," Henchman assured her. Supervillain opened and closed her mouth, a little bit like a stunned fish.

"Yes," she whispered, so soft and so… delicate, that Henchman almost didn't hear it. Something in her chest flinched at the excited thrill that flared through her.

For a moment, Henchman was going to ask if she was sure. But the wide look in her eyes, the trio of water drops that ran down her face, and the way her eyebrows furrowed in that same way they always did when Supervillain was afraid she was asking for too much, answered Henchman's question for her.

Henchman was suddenly shaking a little as she reached forward, resting a hand on Supervillain's wet shoulder. She leaned in, and Supervillain tilted her head up, closing her eyes. Henchman smiled, giddy and pleased, and kissed her lips to Supervillain's.

Supervillain was warm, even as her shirt got wetter in Henchman's hand. Her lips were soft, and they still tasted a little bit like frosting. Henchman's heart was thumping in her chest, and she could hear Supervillain breathing heavier, could feel it across her lips. Henchman leaned in a little more, tipping Supervillain's head back just a little further, and tilted her head to the side. She kissed Supervillain slightly harder, cupped her other hand to the side of Supervillain's wet neck, felt her pulse strong and quick through Supervillain's veins. Henchman huffed, or maybe it was more like a sigh, something not the least bit decent or polite in her chest flashing its claws.

Henchman held Supervillain tighter, pulling back just long enough to suck in a deep breath, then kissed her harder. Supervillain hummed, or maybe moaned, and a wet hand was suddenly on the top of Henchman's shoulder, fingertips pulling her closer as Supervillain's breaths turned raspy. Henchman might have smiled normally, might have laughed to herself at the way Supervillain was still trying not to impose. Even as her skin turned hot and sodden, even as her heart raced and her chest heaved, she was still scared to ask too much. Still scared, maybe, of rejection.

Henchman's very thoughts darkened, shooting down two paths. On the one hand, she suddenly wanted to give Supervillain the whole world, beaten and subjugated and bowing down to her glorious, watery visage, never to refuse her again. On the other, she wanted to pull Supervillain into her chest, into her very body, so Supervillain could see herself through Henchman's eyes and know that she could never, ever reject her.

Henchman dipped her tongue experimentally between Supervillain's lips, and she shuddered and opened her mouth. Henchman groaned, sliding her tongue in along Supervillain's, fumbling to get herself into Supervillain's lap, swiping the party hat back to slacken the string under her jaw.

Supervillain's pants and the chair both squelched, warm, watery liquid soaking into Henchman's clothes every last place she pressed against her. Henchman cupped Supervillain's jaw with both hands, holding her like she was made of spun glass even as she kissed her breathless. Supervillain pulled away suddenly, gasping hoarsely for air, and Henchman blinked open her eyes just long enough to catch the long, graceful lines of her throat, water running over her skin in rivulets. Those claws in Henchman's chest flashed again, and a burning curiosity overwhelmed her, and she bent down and dragged her tongue up the swell of Supervillain's throat.

As Supervillain gasped aloud, her chest heaving, her body shaking, Henchman marveled at the salty-sweet taste of her. Even here, she tasted faintly like the birthday cake they'd shared. Interesting. How far did this go?

Supervillain swallowed thickly, and Henchman noticed with alarm the wet sound of her breaths. All at once, she seemed to slam back down into her body, realizing what she was doing. That she had invited herself onto her boss' lap, into her boss' mouth, that Supervillain's hands were shaking on her waist, that this was unprofessional, that she might love Supervillain, but that this was a job, this house was their workplace—

"I'm so sorry," Henchman gasped, pulling away—

Supervillain's hands turned into stone, pressing into Henchman's sides and back, immobilizing her. A thrill raced up Henchman's body so fiercely it nearly knocked the wind completely out of her. When Supervillain's grip softened again, Henchman didn't go anywhere. She breathlessly watched Supervillain shake her head, her jaw working, but all that came out were watery gasps and whimpers. Supervillain's body seemed to become wetter still, like she was thinking very hard about something, and Henchman realized she was trying to talk.

Henchman… had kissed her senseless.

Those claws flashed again. Henchman watched Supervillain's throat work, and this time, when she leaned in and licked, long and with panting breaths over wet skin, drawing a shiver and a whine up and out of Supervillain's throat, she was in complete possession of herself. She did it again, and the sound Supervillain made was so high, so thready, that those claws almost took control again. Maybe they did. Because Henchman started to wonder just how much like a puddle Supervillain could be. And just how many places Henchman could taste sugar on her.

[the-deadlock-south]

we lost the game but i won in looking cracked in front of strangers so did we (i) really lose (yes)

[zer0scode]

Some DCA oc art I wanted to post

I’ve had this oc for like over a year and she’s gone through so many redesigns it’s crazy and I still can’t decide on a name for her any ideas🙏

[necrotic-nephilim]

i love your fics and the ideas you describe for the ask games. i'm especially fond of your takes on the rarer pairings and i always smile when i see your posts in the ship tags <3

and don't stress too much about not posting anything, real life is important and participating in fandom should be fun, not something you have to force yourself to do. god knows fandom burnout is real, especially if you feel like people are expecting something from you. just keep doing what makes you happy :)

ghgfhgjhkjhjhg this was so sweet, thank you so much! i *love* talking about rarer rarepairs, especially if it gets other people to ship them too. the popular ships are fun and all, but i truly love spreading rarepair propaganda.

that's very reassuring, thank you <3 i've loved everything i posted here so far and have not felt pushed to post anything i haven't enjoyed, but sometimes i forget i can like. use this blog for whatever i want and not *just* headcanons/fics/mets/etc lol. and i also forget i don't have to rush myself. it's annoying to want to write and either not have time or not have the words work. i used to run a fandom blog in my teens that got very large and felt like a chore and i was so stressed about the need to perform and the numbers and all of that. like if a fic didn't do well i saw it as a personal failing and forced myself to write popular headcanons just for the numbers game. was not fun or sustainable in the long run and i think it contributed to me no longer having any taste for the ship i primarily wrote for. so for too long i treated existing in fandom like a job lol. i've mostly gotten it through to myself that this is a space for me, but i occasionally forget when i'm so caught up in all the things i want to get to for this blog. my to-write list is a mile long and i need to be bonked with a paper towel roll, i think. so it's very kind of you to say this bc the reminder is nice <3

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୨୧┇name: Vivi / Cy

୨୧┇pronouns: He / They / Rot

୨୧┇age: 15

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୨୧┇color: Crimson Red

୨୧┇animal: Red Fox

୨୧┇songs: Any Nico Collins song, Unsweetened Lemonade

୨୧┇anime: JJK + Bungo Stray Dogs + Haikyuu! + Promised Neverland

୨୧┇games: Honkai: Star Rail, Kirby

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୨୧┇likes: Bats, Vampire, Books, Reading, Music, Writing, Eddsworld

୨୧┇dislikes: Loud noises, Flashing lights

୨୧┇DNI: NSFW blogs

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