#admin ellie

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

[thepetrichorcollective]

you are valid if

your system has mostly introjects

your system has few or no introjects

your system has lots of amnesia and barriers between alters

your system has no or very little amnesia and barriers

you have a personality or mood disorder on top of being a system

you have lots of alters

you only have a few alters

you experience psychosis or some psychotic disorder

you're heavy in one or more alter roles

you have alters with no roles or who dot know what their roles are

you still live with people who caused you trauma

you're still in relationships with people who hurt you

you struggle with taking care of the body

you have nonhuman alters

you have invisible disabilities

you have physical disabilities

you and your system are valid. no matter your situation or trauma you are valid and we're proud of you for making it this far and doing your best each day. we wholeheartedly wish the best for you all

no one person let alone any system is meant to fit in a box, whether you do or not match up to the "standard" system description youre still valid. youre still loved. youre still amazing.

after everything we've all gone through we all deserve some good things so we like making these posts every now and then to put some positivity in the community.

regardless of what your system looks like youre still entirely valid. dont let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

Endos and supporters stay the fuck off this post.

[pronounsrus]

Anti Endo mogai blogs!

a list of traumagenic-safe blogs in the mogai community!

our own blogs include:

pronounsrus

@namesetc

there are also these amazing blogs!

@chronicallyqueercoining

@zelle-exe

@jetsetmogai

@gembder-go-brr--0304

@aquaticfreakshow-com

@pineapplejuicezzz

@casettething

@cozymogai

@hydrangealemonade-mogai

@luv4yunjin

@questionmarksys

@coining-time

@darkwood-mogai

@alanie-the-angel

@the-mogai-koi-pond

@canvas-of-mythos

@mogalaxy

@caffeine-system-coins

@polyfragmantedchaos

@flowery-skategenders

@pronounie

@mogaitidepool

@puppys-xeno-blog

@your-local-xenogenders

@cyborgender

@mxrcoiner

@dyomldes-but-xenos

@nocturn-coining

@edgyvalentineaemogai

@melodymogai

@heartiary

@justyouraveragexenouser

if any of you want to be removed at any point please feel free to let us know!!

theres a part 2!

please keep syscourse off these posts /srs

[namesetc]

Could you do masc or androgynous names inspired by the adventurecore aesthetic?

okay!

---

Aaron

Ace

Archer

Ash

Asher

Aspen

Anthony

Arthur

Bear

Berk

Berry / Barry

Brock

Cedar

Cliff

Corduroy

Camp

Camper

Dirk

Don

Denim

Edmund

Everest

Flint

Forest

Fox

Fish

Fern

Finn

Flynn

Fynley / Finley

Finigan / Finnegan

Huck

Hunter

Hike

Howl

Hook

Huckleberry

Hozier

Hans

Holmes

Indiana

Jett

Jack

Jones

James

Luke

Lake

Lynx

Monty

Noah / Noa

Rocket

Roan

Rock

Sawyer

Satchel

Stone

Treasure

West

Wilder

Wild / Wilde / Wylde

Woody

[wateryourgender]

new pinned/goodbye old blog

making an official post, just so everyone knows

this blog hasnt properly been active in months because we moved.

we now run @archival-arrival and @fantasy-store instead of this blog. first for coining, second for flags, palettes and templates. also @dewdrop-edits for of course edits and such.

please check out those blogs if ever wanna see more from us though keep in mind some stuff including our style of content has changed a bit.

and from here on out, this blog will become an inactive archive!

old pinned

[mabeobhqs]

i was curious about what fcs admin ellie would like to see as muse e? thank you! 💜

 hello , anon! I would love to see kim jisoo (!!), has sohee, jiwoon of fromis9, jiu (dreamcatcher) ,yeeun (clc), arin, kim jiyeon (bona), actess kim hyeyoon, myoui mina, joy, suzy, miyawaki sakura, tzuyu, actress Roh Yoon-seo!! If you need more suggestions let me know and I will happily add more for you!

[hocuspocusblr]

hi! sorry about this question but may i ask what font settings you used here? post/699459172183556096 thank you so much!

hi, ofc that’s fine!

for that gifset, i used Arial Rounded MT Bold with these settings:

and for Blending Options i use Stroke and Drop Shadow with these settings:

hope that helps! and don’t hesitate to ask any more questions if you have them :)

- ellie

[writers-hoarding]

ah yes i made progress on my wip

opens word/file

does something else for 30 min

"why was this open?"

closes it

daydreams about my wip

forgets to write anything down

yeah...progress

[rainysyscourse]

i think someone @/anti-endo-culture-is came up with fictant and factant instead of fictive and factive

-ross

i think we saw that one too, its much easier to say ^^

[jnprsecretsanta]

How To: Submission Process

There are two ways I will accept submissions to this blog, Option 1 is direct and Option 2 is reblogs. 

Option 1:

Using this link, you will be able to submit your piece of work directly to this blog. If you do this, please include your discord @ and # so that I know exactly who has submitted. Your Discord Information will not be shared in the final post.

You can include your tumblr blog (or other social media account) in the description of your submission, or I can include a way to credit you as the creator.

You may use this option at any point in time.

Yes, even

before 

the Round Two creator reveals, and

after

Secret Santa has finished. 

Option 2: 

This option is much more finicky due to the secrecy that comes with, well, Secret Santa... 😅 To use this option, you must first post your work to your blog and @ this blog in your post so that I can see your post. 

If you choose this option, you

MUST WAIT UNTIL JANUARY 16TH, 2023 TO MAKE YOUR TUMBLR POST.

This is the only way I can ensure the “Secret” part of the Secret Santa is upheld.

You may use this option any time on or after January 16th, 2023.

Submissions will be posted to the blog in evening queues roughly once a week until they stop coming in. Feel free to submit both fanfiction and fanart to this tumblr blog!

[dailycharmed]

Hi I have a question. Will there be another part of guest stars you'll make that appeared on charmed? Like Michael Trevino, Eric dane even though I know he was in a few episodes.

i suppose... possibly if there’s enough interest and people send in more names of guest stars (that weren’t already featured here). if people send enough names like 5-10 guest stars that i could make a gifset out of.

however, i will only do max. 10 guest stars in a gifset as combining two gifs into one is time consuming/annoying. so if i get more than 10 names i will only be doing the first 10 received.

- ellie

[thru-the-grapevine]

Something New (m)

Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x fem!reader

Summary: Sometimes your boyfriend asking you blunt questions pays off for you in the end.

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot), oral sex (fem. receiving), established relationship, they are simps for each other, inexperienced!reader

Author’s Note: if you’ve been around on this blog at all, you’ll know this isn’t the typical sort of thing I post. I have no excuse other than the man makes me absolutely insane and I decided to be self-indulgent. Please read at your own risk.

“Have you ever thought about letting me eat you out?”

You cough, nearly choking on your own tongue, and drop your phone against your boyfriend’s chest.

You lift your head from Seungyoun’s shoulder and look at him, incredulous. “What?”

Seungyoun glances at you, shooting you a brief little smile before continuing to scroll his phone.

“Letting me go down on you,” he clarifies, confirming you had somehow, in fact, heard him right after all.

You blink several times, brain mysteriously empty.

“I…uh,” you finally stammer.

You’ve been with Seungyoun long enough to know that he likes to be blunt and face things head-on, no beating around the bush. It does catch you by surprise, though, anytime it’s about something intimate.

The plain look on his face is indication enough that this question is par for the course with him. “Didn’t know if it was on the list of stuff you were interested in trying.”

He’s known since before you started seeing each other that you’re inexperienced, never having any real interest in sex until you met him. He’s taken this very well, been exceedingly patient and a perfect sweetheart with you. He always cheerfully answers your shy questions in a way that doesn’t embarrass you for being curious, and loves going along with your hesitant experimentation whenever you like.

You haven’t experimented far beyond heavy makeout sessions, beyond dry humping and hands under shirts, but where your timidity has stopped you in real life, your imagination has run rampant. So in all honesty, you have thought about Seungyoun eating you out. You’ve had no courage whatsoever to say anything about it, but the thought of his mouth on you has come to mind more and more often lately. Little daydreams of your hands in his hair, your thighs clamped around his head, of an unfamiliar pleasure that might possibly be better than your own fingers or shower head.

The way he’s smiling at you makes you pretty sure he knows what you’ve been thinking from your facial expressions.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble, halfheartedly thumping your hand against his chest.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Seungyoun laughs. “I’m the one who asked.”

“Why did you?” You ask, watching him closely.

He shrugs a shoulder, turning his smile back to his phone. “Because I’ve been thinking about it.”

Oh. Something funny quivers in your stomach, heat like lava pooling low. He’s been thinking about it, too. Been thinking about spreading your legs and lowering his head to—

“You—I…” You try to start a thought several times, then realize you have none.

His smile only widens. He keeps scrolling his phone, looking cool as a cucumber, which isn’t fair.

“You have?” You finally finish weakly.

He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze.

“I have,” he says.

Your brain doesn’t know what to do with this information. “You….but….”

He tilts his head slightly. “But?”

“Why—” You cut off, squirming a little. “I…why would you be thinking about it?”

“Because I want to do it?” He sounds amused and puzzled.

“I—but, like. Why would…?” You ask, looking anywhere but at him.

“Ah,” he murmurs, realization in his voice. When you look back up at him, his eyes are sparkling, gaze too fond for what comes out of his mouth.

“You make the cutest little noises when you're getting yourself off in my lap. I need to be the reason you make them, on purpose this time.”

A bolt of pure lust hits you right in the stomach, air stalling in your lungs. You shiver, toes curling.

“Ah,” you croak.

The corners of his eyes are crinkling. You look away from him, trying to remember to breathe evenly. “And that’s….good, for you?”

He snorts. “Oh, yes. A lot. Very much.”

“…I see,” you say.

He grins, his gaze landing on your mouth. “Hm? You like that?”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the liquid heat simmering low in your belly. “A…a little.”

His gaze only makes you hotter. “Yeah? A little?”

“Okay, maybe a lot,” you say, voice raspier than usual.

“Hm.” He studies your face for a long moment, smile rather pleased. Then he winks at you and goes back to his phone. “Good.”

You blink at him in disbelief for a long moment.

“That’s…that’s all?” You ask.

He glances at you. “All?”

“I—you were just…” you flounder for a moment. “Just…asking?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah. Just asking. Good to know.”

“…Oh,” you say.

He glances at you, eyebrows raising in curiosity at your tone. Then he smiles, looking so mischievous that your face burns.

“Did you want it to be something else?” He asks, and his voice is low and silky, brushing smooth like a caress.

Well, you had. Being found out makes you ten shades of embarrassed. You suppose you weren’t exactly subtle, though.

“You are the worst,” you grumble.

Seungyoun grins, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it aside with his and gathering you close to him, until you’re curled up nose-to-nose.

“I am,” he murmurs, gleeful. He looks down at your mouth. “So you’re interested in trying it?”

You swallow hard, settling your hands on his chest. “I…I mean, yes, but…”

The little trails of warmth his fingertips are drawing along the side of your neck are distracting, as is the molten warmth of his eyes.

“But?” He prompts, patient and soft.

Your voice won’t rise above a whisper. “But maybe we, uh….work our way up to it, like. It’s just…”

The thought of diving right in immediately, no matter how interested you are in it, sets little panic bells off in your head.

“…Scary, if we just…go for it,” you breathe, face burning.

His smirk softens into a sweet smile. He nuzzles his nose against yours reassuringly.

“‘Course, love. Defeats the purpose if you’re scared,” he says, and you know by his tone he really means it.

You let out a soft little sigh, more relieved than you realized. He’s always so good about taking things at your pace; it’s wonderful.

Seungyoun gazes at your mouth, lifting a hand and running his thumb along your lower lip. “What if I showed you here what it would be like first? And we can stop there if you want.”

Oh. You glance down at his lips as he talks, mind racing. He wants to give your mouth head. That’s…hmmm. If it was possible to be any more turned on, you would be. You swallow thickly, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“Okay,” you whisper.

He looks back up into your eyes, as though gauging your confirmation. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, nodding a little.

He studies you for another second, then nods once, gazing back down at your mouth. “Is now a good time?”

“Well, let me check my schedule,” you deadpan, and he laughs.

The smile lingers on his lips as he leans in even closer, thumb teasing your lower lip until your mouth parts slightly.

Your hands grip tighter in his shirt when he brushes his mouth over yours, feather-light. A faint kiss at the corner of your mouth, the soft graze of his lips to the other corner, another light kiss. Careful, gentle kisses pecked across your mouth, then the fleeting drag of his tongue on your lower lip.

You gasp against his mouth at the feeling, and he leans in closer, kissing you properly. Each kiss is a long, slow draw, the pressure of his mouth firmer and firmer.

A little noise escapes the back of your throat when his tongue delves carefully into your mouth and back out. He hums, quiet and appreciative. His hands glide from your jaw into your hair as he kisses you, cupping the base of your skull, the nape of your neck, keeping you in place.

He tilts his head slightly and latches his mouth over your upper lip. A shiver wracks through you as his tongue draws along it, tracing your Cupid’s bow with the tip of his tongue before flicking over it gently, back and forth, then in tight circles. Your whole body flushes with blistering heat at the implication, a whimper lodging in your throat. You try to muffle the noise by closing your mouth over his lower lip, pulling on it with awkward suction.

A low groan resonates in his chest. He seals his mouth over yours again, licking hungrily into you. It’s a little different than when he’s used his tongue before. More curious, exploratory. Slow, purposeful strokes of his tongue deep into your mouth, in and out.

It occurs to you in an instant what he’s simulating. Your insides liquefy into boiling honey, raw want clawing through you as you moan shakily into his mouth. You lift your hands to his head, weaving your fingers into his hair and holding on for dear life. He moans at the pressure, tongue stroking along yours deliberately slowly, making you shiver.

He continues at a leisurely pace, pausing to nip and suck playfully at one lip or the other, until you lose all track of time, your mind hazy with need. If it’s anything like this, anything at all, then you want it ten thousand times more now. When he thrusts his tongue into you again, you suck at it shyly, and something like a growl vibrates in his chest. He pulls you even closer, grinding his mouth over yours, tongue probing deeper with each thrust, drawing little moans from you.

When he finally wrenches his mouth from yours, you’re both panting. You gaze at him, chest heaving.

Seungyoun looks ravenous with want. Eyes dark, locked in on you, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. His lips are swollen from going to work on you.

“So can I try that sometime?” He asks, hoarse.

You want him to try it now. Something. Anything. You’re aching, dazed half-stupid by the kiss and what it implied. To your mortification, only a whimper leaves your throat when you try to respond.

He seems to understand, because his hands go to your hips and yank you closer, knee nudging between yours, giving you the pressure of his leg against where you ache. You sob in relief, and he swallows the sound, crushing his mouth over yours and kissing you like he won’t get the chance again.

You kiss him back desperately, moaning into his mouth when his hand tightens on your hip and drags you hard along his thigh. After so long with nothing, the sensation is exquisite. You copy the movement without assistance, and you feel the rock-solid evidence that he’s affected too against your hip.

His tongue dragging against yours reminds you why you’re this worked up in the first place.

“Please, Seungyoun, just—” you whimper against his lips. “Your mouth, I…please—”

Seungyoun immediately rolls you onto your back, kissing an urgent path down your body, his mouth hot on you even through the fabric of your shirt.

His fingers curl in the waistband of your sweatpants, backs of his knuckles brushing against your skin. He looks up at you.

“Sure?” He asks.

You nod vigorously, panting.

A couple of rushed yanks, and your sweatpants are at your ankles. You kick them off as Seungyoun braces his hands on your knees, fingers inching towards your inner thighs. He looks at you questioningly.

“Still good?”

You squirm, impatient. “Yes, just—”

He parts your legs, guiding you to rest a knee over his shoulder. He turns his head and presses a kiss just above your knee, sending a bolt like white-hot electricity over your skin.

He trails searing kisses up your thigh while his hand coasts up the other, making your hips jolt when the tip of his thumb grazes over the seat of your underwear. You whine when he draws the pad of his thumb up and down, a firm pressure on the dampening fabric.

He looks up at you, the hot drift of his mouth on your leg intoxicating as he plays with you. He pinches some of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly.

“Off?”

You groan, wriggling your hips. “I swear, stop asking and just do it, or—”

You squeak and jerk in surprise when Seungyoun bites at your inner thigh, a little flash of pleasurable pain.

“Don’t be a brat,” he murmurs against your skin.

You swallow hard, muscles suddenly weak as jelly. “…Fine. Yes, off.”

He eases your leg from his shoulder and sits up to remove your underwear. A sudden wave of nerves hits you unbidden as the fabric slips down over your knees. You’ve never been exposed like this to anyone before. Your legs snap shut of their own accord, tucking your knees closer to you as you purse your lips, feeling timid and ashamed.

Seungyoun immediately senses the shift. “Do we need to stop?”

Panic that this could be where it ends bubbles up in you. You immediately shake your head. “No. No, I-I just…”

You wet your lips. “I’m the only one taking clothes off.”

Understanding dawns in his face, and then he gives you a Look.

“Is this your way of asking to see my tattoos?”

You blink at him innocently, shaking your head. “It’s not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You nibble your lip. “It’s…mostly not.”

He grins, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ll never understand how you attracted someone as gorgeous as him. You bite your lip harder, admiring the contours of his muscles, the contrast of ink on his skin. The barrel of the gun tattoo disappearing into his waistband sends an acute wave of lust through you. A noise embarrassingly like a purr hums in the back of your throat before you can stop it.

He dips back down and kisses low on your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You can feel the smile he’s hiding against your skin.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you groan.

“I’m not,” he mumbles into your skin, the scrape of his teeth dragging gently at your hip. “You’re just cute.”

You grumble a little as Seungyoun slowly eases your legs back open, kissing along your thigh.

“So fucking cute,” he whispers when you shiver at the sensation.

Your mouth is dry, every nerve in your body aching for more of his touch.

“Please,” you whisper.

There’s a burning hunger in Seungyoun’s eyes when he looks at you, lips dragging softly up your leg.

“Want my mouth on you, love?”

You whine, nodding.

His eyes are dark, glittering. “Show me where.”

“You know where,” you groan, exasperation mixing with your desperation.

A little smile crooks in the corner of his mouth. “Show me anyway?”

You scowl at him, but he merely grins and shrugs, continuing to press soft kisses into your inner thigh.

Oh, help, you’re really doing this. You take a slow, shaky breath, shutting your eyes, and move your hand between your legs. Embarrassment prickles over your skin as you part yourself with a couple of fingers.

A deep groan punches out of Seungyoun’s throat, vibrating against the crook between your leg and body. “Perfect, baby.”

And then he mouths over you slowly, a hand hooking beneath your knee, keeping you spread open. Your head drops back, mouth open in a silent moan, panting hard as he presses kisses into your aching skin.

Your hand falls away as his mouth slides up, soft and hot, to the cusp of your sex. “Oh.”

A noise rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations against your clit make you squeak. Your fingers sink into his hair, clutching desperately, as the flat of his tongue catches just beneath the throbbing spot.

Oh, my. His mouth on your mouth could never have prepared you for this. Nothing could have. Your whole body feels feverish, set aflame as his tongue drags in curious, erotic patterns over you. You look down at him in time to see his eyes rolling shut as he licks over you, his hips rocking hard into the mattress. Your stomach tightens in pleasure, the sight of him enjoying this so much affecting you. That ever-more-familiar ache grows, stoked higher and higher under the melting heat of his mouth.

His mouth slides down, tongue searching wetly, and finds the entrance into your body. You gasp out as he nuzzles into you, the velvet stroke of his tongue sinking inside.

“Oh,” you sob, fingers fisting in his hair. “Oh, please, that’s so—”

You cut off with a cry as the tip of his nose nudges against the underside of your clit. So many blissful sensations, all at once, and you feel that tension building towards a height you’ve never experienced before.

Helpless to stop, your hips rock you against his mouth. He coaxes your leg over his shoulder and slides his arm over your hips, brief glimpse of the frowning and smiling face tattoos on his wrist before he pins you back down. You whimper, pitch rising higher and higher as he continues tongue-fucking you like it’s all he’s ever wanted, his hips grinding hard in tandem with the rhythm of his mouth.

He’s moaning into you like he can’t help himself, and you squeal as his mouth slides back up and covers your clit, sucking. You feel your limbs trembling, fingers tightening in his hair, hear yourself babbling as the pleasure gathers to a pinpoint.

“Please don’t stop, don’t stop, so close, please don’t stop Seungyoun, pleasepleaseplease—”

Seungyoun groans, sucks a little harder, tongue twisting perfectly, and your vision goes white. Unfathomable euphoria bursts through you as the tension breaks in hard, pulsing waves, and you let them carry you.  You feel your hips undulating in helpless shudders against his hold, hear yourself gasping breathless moans, before you collapse back into the mattress, boneless. Seungyoun’s mouth eases you from ecstasy to relaxation, hand easing from beneath your knee and rubbing your leg soothingly.

When you look down at him, he’s gazing up at you like you’re a miracle, lips swollen and glistening in you. A corner of your mouth pulls into a weary, fond smile. You stroke your fingers through his hair gently, combing out the mess you made of it.

He moves back up and gathers you to him, mouth covering yours softly. The tang of you is odd and unfamiliar to taste in his mouth, but you love how sincerely he kisses it into you.

“That,” he mumbles against your mouth, “might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You lean back and burst into giggles. “To you?”

He nods, looking entirely like he means it, and you snort.

“I’ve never come like that before,” he says, the admission tingeing his ears pink.

You blink, eyes blowing wide in surprise. “I—you…?”

His whole face is on fire now. He buries his face against your shoulder, whining, “you were so cute, you sounded so hot, how was I supposed to help it?”

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop smiling, shocked. Well. There go your plans to ask about returning the favor. “…Simp.”

“Hey,” he laughs, and you chuckle.

He leans back, examining you more closely. “That was okay? No crossed lines or anything?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no, that was….well, great.”

“Nothing bothered you? Need something else next time?”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, smiling in utter disbelief. “Next time.”

He raises an eyebrow, corner of his mouth curling. “Next time can be whenever you want. For example…”

“Wha—I—Seungyoun,” you gasp, bursting into surprised laughter as he dips his head and begins kissing down your body again.

You can feel the curve of his grin through your shirt, pressed right over your heart.

[thepetrichorcollective]

introject ask game part 1

whats your source? (if you have one and if you have multiple)

are you comfortable talking about your source?

whats your favourite thing about your source?

do have have a name you prefer over your source name?

do you have sourcemates in your system?

is there someone specific youre looking for or would like to interact with?

is there someone you'd rather avoid?

aside from your own source what things do you enjoy?

what sets you apart from your source?

what do you have in common with your source?

can we get an introduction to you?

free space

favourite memories?

whats your clothing style like?

are there any headcanons of you that you like?

are you okay with fanart of you?

are you okay with cosplays of you?

free space for true or false question

free space for would you rather question

is there something about the fandom of your source that you like?

please specify which alter you'd like to ask if any!

[pronounsrus]

may I request some clown pronounz ?

Of course <3

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Balloon/Balloon/Balloons/Balloon's/Balloonself

Balloon/Animal/Baloon animals/Balloon animal's/Balloon animalself/Animalself

Clown/Clown/Clowns/Clown's/Clownself

Colour/Colour/Colours/Colour's/Colourself

Circus/Circus/Circuses/Circus's/Circusself

Comic/Comic/Comics/Comic's/Comicself

Face/Paint/Face paints/Face paint's/Face paintself/Faceself/Painself

Fun/Fun/Funs/Fun's/Funself

Fun/Funny/Funnies/Funny's/Funnyself

Fool/Foolish/Foolishes/Foolish's/Foolishself

Honk/Honk/Honks/Honk's/Honkself

Harle/Quin/Harlequins/Harlequin's/Harlequinself

Jest/Jester/Jesters/Jester's/Jesterself

Joke/Joke/Jokes/Joke's/Jokeself

Juggle/Juggle/Juggles/Juggle's/Juggleself

Laugh/Laugh/Laughs/Laugh's/Laughself

Mime/Mime/Mimes/Mime's/Mimeself

Pie/Pie/Pies/Pie's/Pieself

Prank/Prank/Pranks/Prank's/Prankself

Party/Party/Partys/Party's/Partyself

Silly/Silly/Sillies/Silly's/Sillyself

Smile/Smiley/Smiles/Smiley's/Smileself

Trick/Trick/Tricks/Trick's/Trickself

🤡/🤡/🤡s/🤡's/🤡self

🃏/🃏/🃏s/🃏's/🃏self

🎪/🎪/🎪s/🎪's/🎪self

🤹/🤹/🤹s/🤹's/🤹self

🌈/🌈/🌈/s/🌈's/🌈self

😜/😜/😜s/😜's/😜self

🎭/🎭/🎭s/🎭's/🎭self

🎈/🎈/🎈s/🎈's/🎈self

🎉/🎉/🎉s/🎉's/🎉self

[namesetc]

Nighttime Names

names relating to the night

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Artemis

Cynthia

Celest / Celeste

Celestia

Estella

Erebus

Hesper

Indigo

Luna

Lunar

Nyx

Nox

Orion

Orpheus

Ryna

Selene

Selena

Stella

Star

Starling

Sterling

Twila / Twyla

Vesper

[wateryourgender]

CringecoreFashionic

a gender related to cringecore fashion, kandi jewelry, bright rainbows, hearts, out of style or mismatched clothing! you might feel euphoria when wearing stuff like that !!

prompt 6 from @ecosys-coining ! (sorry we're behind!)