#but i am relatively sleep deprived

[kintrash413]

Summary: A very helpful step-by-step guide on how to build Decked Out 2, written by Tango himself! Full fic under the cut.

Step 1: Have several years of experience.

You don't need to understand redstone, but you do need the experience. You don't need to know how the base components work, only that they do. With enough time, you can trial and error your way through anything.

Step 2: Cut yourself off from your friends and stop attending events.

This is going to take a while, you need to accept that before you even start. Your friends will understand at first, just keep telling yourself that it'll be worth it in the end. Eventually your friends will grow worried that you're not eating or sleeping and ask you to take a break. The best time to take a break is never. Consider that step 2.5.

Step 3: Realize you're always hungry.

At first you'll think your friends are right, that feeling is normal. You might even indulge in a short vacation and redownload that app on your communicator reminding you when to eat. But eating won't satiate your hunger, and eventually you'll realize it grows worse the longer you spend away from Decked Out 2. Remember step 2.5.

Step 4: Efficiency isn't nearly as important as just getting it done at all.

There will always be the temptation to make things more efficient, more compact. If you indulge that temptation you'll never finish your work, and you're already missing your friends.

Step 5: Those thoughts aren't your own. This hunger isn't your own.

You keep staring at your friends and wondering what they'll look like as they're overwhelmed by their own panic. You want to see the fear in their eyes as you kill them. You wonder what their blood tastes like.

(This isn't really a step… repeating the points of step 3? Cut out.)

Step 5: Fear you might've created something alive.

The redstone keeps shifting without your intervention, and the very walls breathe as you pass by. You certainly didn't mean to create life, maybe you should've studied redstone better back in step one. What will happen when the season ends? Can it feel pain? Does it cry out when you break it? You should really be more concerned about yourself.

Step 6: Kill your darlings.

Don't be afraid to tear out old redstone that isn't working! The time lost is painful, but the better systems make you stronger.

Step 7: Turn off your communicator.

Your friends are calling you constantly. They're worried for you, and they're worried about the way you look at them. It's important to minimize distractions while you're working.

Step 8: You can't tell the difference between Decked Out 2 and yourself. Your heart beats with every redstone pulse (you're always on the verge of a panic attack). You can feel the bugs in your code like an itch, and you're always itching. The blue in your fingers from building the first floor isn't going away. Look into a mirror and realize you don't recognize your reflection.

Step 9: Invite your friends to enjoy your work!

Willing victims crowd the front door and you couldn't be happier (so why don't you feel free?)!

[literalite]

i would be more expressive about nayef’s situation but there’s things in there idk how well would be received. really

[orcelito]

i am 100% Mentally Sane now

[maliciouslove]

its 4:15am i am at the airport, no sleep, very anxious, and i just learned that vegetable is an arbitrary term we just fucking came up with????

[sanguineterrain]

how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

request something! I rb all fics to @sanguinelibrary

****

As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

****

The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

[noxtivagus]

SIGH

[teethrotter]

:(

[thinkingrocks]

vox's life: headcannons

im an electrical engineer and i have opinions on this character. moral of the story: don't fuck with CRT capacitors, shits scary

i have a lot of Vox thoughts, or Voughts, and i will be rambling about them at legnth under the cut.

TLDR: he invented zuckerberging. also i see his "canon" death date of 1950s and respectfully disagree. its way funnier if he died the year widespread television became a thing. the fruits of his labor were all for naught etc etc

1928: Vox was in college as an electrical engineer when the first ever live TV Demo happened, and I think he was immediately obsessed with it. Decided he'd do anything to work with TV. He and his friend/roommate at the time went full tilt into learning about TVs and working on them, and by the time they graduated, they had the beginnings of what would be a very profitable company.. together.

1930s: Out of the two of them, Vox has the better social skills(relative), so he's the one who talks to investors and handles that part of the business, though he still works on some tech. He decides he likes talking to people, marketing, manipulating, being a little showman. I like to think this ties into that one trivia fact that he likes watching commercials.

early 1940s: He starts wondering why he's splitting half of this company(HIS company) with some guy who can't even bother to attend business meetings. Tensions start rising, he starts using some of that handy manipulation skill he honed in business on his friends

1945: Tensions break. Through less than legitimate means, he steals the company out from under his partner. His partner threatens to go start his own, since he did the majority of the tech work. We can't have that. Vox doesn't kill him himself, imo, because he is kind of allergic to getting his hands dirty. He revs up that media training and uses it to create a smear campaign so brutal and widespread that his former partner offs himself. Problem solved

Late 1940s: Vox starts getting paranoid about people trying to steal his empire from him, funny that. He starts trying to do everything himself, because he doesn't trust anyone. Starts losing a lot of sleep, getting a little insane but its fine man. Don't worry about it.

1947: Sleep deprived, paranoid, and working on a final prototype model due soon, he electrocutes himself because you shouldn't fuck with CRT capacitors. Wakes up in hell with electricity powers and a CRT head because it's hilarious.

Alastor: Yeah we all know what we're here for. I don't think they ever met in life, but I definitely think Vox knew of him. Alastor was actively broadcasting during the 20s up until his death in 1933, and college student Vox I think listened to a lot of radio while studying and working. I also think in the later years, Alastor was never technically caught as a serial killer, but "hey I think that radio guy was that one killer, cuz he stopped broadcasting right after he stopped killing" was like one of those insane conspiracy statements you'd say to get a laugh at parties, but Vox always secretly kind of believed it, and was VERY vindicated in hell.

I am fully prepared for actual canon to contradict all of this but that's fine because it means they finally had to get season 2 out.

[semisolidmind]

Okay, okay hear me out.

Let's say our darling Peaches is out on a stroll somewhere and gets kidnapped by some lesser demons (Kidnapped how? Who knows maybe she walked a little too far from the mountain) who wish to present her as a gift to the rulers of the region as idk a peace offering? Maybe for protection? Yet somehow not realizing that she the wife of said rulers?

And Peaches is like both really confused and amused by this. Confused because she's pretty sure most at least know that she's the mate of The Monkey King and his Warrior and amused because these demons really don't know what they're actually doing?

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Peaches stared at the demon in front of her in confusion, stopping in her struggle with the rope that was tying her hands together while her brows furrowing as she took in their words. "Wait- hold on. You said you were gifting me to the rulers of this Mountain? The same one that you kidnapped me on?" She inquired, trying to understand their logic.

The demons nodded, Moving the cart she was in along the long dirt road. "Yup, To the Great Sage himself and His brother." They replied, not looking at their hostage.

Peaches could only stare in astonishment. She was completely speechless by these demons boldness to kidnap the wife of the people they were gifting her too. A part of her felt amusement at this clearly not at all thought out plan but another part of her feels pity....

She coule only imagine what her husbands would do when they hear of this.....

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Apologizes for any grammar mistakes or if this didn't make any sense at all. I am currently sleep deprived so yeah, sorry for any mistakes.

hooh man. (your ask was well written. sorry it took me so long to get to it)

man, the warlords could have a variety of reactions to this.

easy and most likely answer: the boys are angry. like, unbelievably so. those stupid, ignorant idiot demons are getting dismembered right there in the reception throne room, no time for them to defend themselves. macaque cuts away reader's binds as wukong furiously beats the offending demons bodies into bloody pulp. reader tries not to look or listen as macaque leads her away and gently interrogates her about her capture.

the boys are feeling like playing along that day. they "thank" the stupid demons for bringing them such a lovely "tribute." perhaps they play up "getting a closer look at this human... hmm, brother, doesn't this human seem familiar? y'know, she really does! now where have i seen her before, hmm...oh right! she's our wife." cut to the mook demons stammering out apologies and kowtowing, begging for forgiveness because they had NO idea that this human was the wife of the mountain rulers, honest! the monkey king watches the groveling while macaque frees reader, rubbing her wrists. there's a 50/50 chance the idiot demons survive this time.

reader is feeling merciful, and thus asks her husbands to spare these very dumb demons. clearly they didn't know better, if their harebrained scheme was anything to go by. the warlords, seeing that she's relatively unharmed and clearly not that traumatized by the experience, agree to let them live. but! the idiot demons have to do hard labor as penance. you don't kidnap a queen and get off scot-free, after all.

[pokemon-with-hats]

I've been super busy with classes, and haven't found time to spend making pokemon edits. And i feel like I've let you all down because of it. But you know what would be relatively easy to put together? What everyone's been dying for? Obviously, it's a redux of the long post lotad! But since i don't want to blow up everyone's dashes, I'm going to put it under a read more. So without further ado, here we go!

Now since I've been so busy, i haven't actually had the time to put a stack together. So i currently just have one lotad here. But not to worry, i have a solution! Simply gaze into their eye. Peer into the depths of the lotad. You must realize that beyond the digital flesh and blood of this humble water plant, there is an infinite cosmos of lotads. Tap into this cosmos, and accept that lotad is more than just a pokemon - it's a way of life, a lens through which we can look at the world. This infinite plane of lotad may be familiar to some. Before, when we stacked lotads, we talked about it being lotads all the way down. Well, that's what this is. This is the lotad that's all the way down. That's right, this isn't a Long Post Lotad. We've gone past the need for that. What we have here is a Deep Post Lotad.

(god it's one am as i write this and i am incredibly sleep deprived, i really hope this long walk to a bad joke lands for at least some)

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Would you be able to do more slashxfem! Reader? I love your writing so much!

A/n: I have about three days before I’m back home and I can’t decide if I’m happy or sad about that but I do know that I could not let the opportunity to write pass me by and I needed to write this despite how much I hate writing on phones(and the fact that the first time I tried writing this it got FUCKING DELETED) I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and just take this sleep deprived fantasy of Slash :,3

Warnings: smut, fingering, slight angst, squirting, if there’s anything else please let me know, I am going to bed :,3

You’d been alone for a week. Slash has finally come home from months of touring and you were hoping to get some desperately needed alone time, and not just a call from across the globe, though you enjoyed those as well they just weren’t the same. The issue? Slash didn’t feel the same in the slightest.

Slash was tucking away in his study all day every day, only coming out for bathroom breaks or sleep, and he went to bed late every night. You brought him breakfast, lunch and dinner and waited up for him in the hopes of getting something but nothing ever came of it.

There was no riding him, no sleepy cuddle sex, no morning sex even. He wasn’t even fingering you, and at this point you’d take anything over nothing.

You tried wearing some of his favourite lingerie, when that didn’t work you just started walking around completely naked in the hope that your tits would entice him. They always did, so soft and plush, whether he was kissing, groping, fucking or just admiring he loved your chest.

But it didn’t work, not even in the slightest.

Eventually you just gave up. Nothing was working, all you could do was hope he’d eventually finish his work and fuck you into next year so you wouldn’t have to deal with him leaving you alone again.

You set into a routine. Waking up to an empty bed, going into slash’s study to check on him, ask him what he wants for breakfast and be met with a grunt. It was the same breakfast, lunch and dinner with nothing else to do. You didn’t even wait up for him anymore, what was the point?

With or without him you were getting needier by the second and you just couldn’t take it. You lay awake in bed failing to fall asleep once again as your cunt ached for the familiar stretch of Slash’s cock.

While you didn’t have him you had a good enough substitute. Toys.

You checked the time and saw it was still relatively early, meaning Slash wouldn’t be up for a while yet. You rushed to the closet and found the small box you kept of your toys tucked away in the corner, toys from all over the world that Slash got you as everlasting souvenirs and such.

You picked out your favourite, one of a similar length and girth to Slash with a wide range of settings. The light was already off and you stripped yourself of your silk pyjama shorts and thin tank top on the way back to the bed. Having lived with Slash for so long it was more than normal to not where underwear, especially to sleep.

You got your self nice and comfortable before pushing the silicone dick into your soaked hole. No resistance, pure lust pumping through you. You were horny but you were tired so you pushed it right where you wanted it and let it sit there for a moment or two before letting the vibrations take over and do the rest of the work for you, starting off at a low setting and working your way up until your back was arching off the bed and you were biting the meat of your thumb to keep quiet.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Slash demanded as he stood in the doorway, glaring at you. You panicked, eyes wide as you sat up and scrambled to apologize.

“I-‘m so sorry, I-I was just-just so needy and-and you’ve been ignoring me and-!” You tried but Slash just shook his head and interrupted you.

“No, I didn’t ask that,” he said, you stared at him in anticipation, “I said, what do you think you’re doing?” He repeated, slowly making his way into the room.

All this resentment you’ve been holding back was finally reaching a boiling point and you stared at him as he got closer. “I was fucking myself because apparently if I want something done right around here I have to do it myself!” You yelled at him, throwing the still whirring rod at him. It hit him in the chest and he just watched as it landed on the floor with a crude thud.

“Gotta do it yourself, huh?” He asked, picking up the toy from the floor. “What exactly can you get from this that you can’t get from me?” He waited patiently for a response, though he didn’t expect one. You weren’t going down that easily.

“An orgasm, a good one, too, not whatever saw dust your wasted cocks choking out.” Slash stared at you, shocked, for a moment at your words. He cleared his throat and tossed the toy to the side.

“You really wanna count how many times you’ve cum on my cock?”

“As of late? I can’t even count it on one hand because there’s nothing there.” You barked. Slash pulled the blankets down, revealing your glistening skin. “What are you doing?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest.

Slash gripped your thighs and spread your legs apart again, admiring your folds for a second. “Gotta get my score up, don’t I? Can’t have some piece of shit dick fucking you better than me.” He said.

Slash got comfortable in front of you, lying on the bed and looking up at you while he ate you out. He had stumble and it rubbed against you all over and you loved it, the way it teased the sensitive skin on your inner thighs was heavenly.

Of course it didn’t take long before you were cumming on Slash’s tongue. “Knew I could do that, record time, huh?” He asked, kissing your abdomen so sweetly.

“I pregamed with the dildo, dumbass.” You snapped, reaching for the blanket to cover yourself and go to bed. Slash stopped you before you could and set himself up once more.

“I’m not done.” He stated, quickly starting to lick you again. “You’re not sleeping until you squirt on me.” He mumbled against you.

He stuck to his words. His fingers fucked you until you were gushing on them, juices dripping down his wrist, chin. Anything that could be coated was coated, but it wasn’t enough, you still hadn’t squirted on him. Still, he didn’t give up.

Slash relieved himself of his clothes, slapped his cock on your clit and started fucking into you at a rapid pace. His hips hitting yours while his tip hit your special spot so good over and over again. You were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back and body twitching.

“Cmon, be a good girl and be loud for daddy.” He said. You pressed your lips together and shook your head, refusing to accept how good he truly was making you feel. And just like that slash’s big, calloused hand came down on your ass. “Fucking scream like you want to!”

“Fuck!” You cried out, unable to hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down your cheek and your moans meshed with sobs. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, daddy, ‘m so sorry, needed you so bad.” You whined.

“That’s more like it.” Slash groaned, his head rolling back at the feeling of your warm, wet gummy walls clenching around him.

He had you on your back with you ankles hooked over his shoulders as he fucked up into you, relentlessly pistoning his cock into you to make you see stars. “Fucking cum on me, cum on daddy’s dick just like you know you want to.” You couldn’t even pretend to deny him anymore, helplessly nodding and pleading for him as you were thrown over the edge for the nth time that night, though this one was different. Finally, slash was getting what he wanted.

Without much of a warning you began gushing all over him. Slash didn’t waste a second in pulling out and getting behind you for an easier time toying with your clit and as you came hard. Your body shook violently, no noise was even coming out of you at this point as you let your body feel these never ending shock waves repeatedly flowing over you.

Slash held your knees to your chest with one arm, fucking you with his free hand until he was sure you were done.

He held you close as you came down from the high, letting you rest your head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace. “I’m better than that garbage, right?” Slash asked, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. You could barely even process what he was saying, never mind reply to it. Instead you stared up at him with a blank stare and a slightly tired smile. Slash chuckled softly. “That’s a good girl.”

Slash took you in his arms and carried you off the bed. You whined softly. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, I’m just taking you to a different room.” You shook your head, though his soft voice was soothing the words were not what you wanted to hear. “You can’t sleep in a puddle.”

It didn’t matter the reasoning, you were fast asleep before he even got the words out. Happily dreaming about how good he made you feel at last.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i love your works and your toxic könig so much 😭 for some reason in my head könig was always like a puppy in love even outside of aus but i like to imagine him like this sometimes.

basically if he feels abandoned bc you were busy with something else (literally taking a shower for like 10 minutes or not looking at him while he was talking) he will start crying and needs you to kiss him a bunch of times and tell him he's your favourite boy baby husband man boyfriend sweetheart for like an hour lol. he literally can't stand it if he can't touch you or talk to you for long periods of time (let's say the reader is a civilian and könig often has missions he has to leave for). he literally goes insane and keeps rereading those screenshots of loving messages from you he has an entire folder on his phone for, literally he convinced himself that you've already left him for someone else and is now going to be crying himself to sleep.

when he does return he's literally scared, so it feels like you attached him to yourself physically and that's why he never leaves your side. always holding hands, könig always being there even if your have to move around the house a lot or do the most mundane tasks even if he himself has chores or things he needs to do. kind of creepy bc he's just silent but feels like he'll die if you disappear from his line of sight for more than two seconds.

even aside from that listening to you talk fondly of someone, anyone really: a friend (if he lets you have them), a random cashier (if he wasn't there with you to talk to them instead of you), a relative (if he even allows you to talk to your family) he's so!!! like hurt and upset and goes quiet for long periods of time.

like eyes red from crying, nose stuffed and he's like "i'm fine nothing is wrong" then goes back to crying somewhere more private.

and this kind of behaviour makes sex kind of uncomfortable Sometimes. he often needs you to repeat that you're his, only his, you can't look away from him, you HAVE to be holding his hand when he fucks you but somehow it's a 50/50 when it comes to power dynamics.

either he manhandles you and shows you that he's the only man, the only person you could ever need or love and that he won't ever let you leave him; or he's completely subby, like "please hold my face and kiss me while you're riding me for as long as you want, i'm only yours and i wanna show that" kind of way.

i am insane basically thank you for coming to my ted talk.

This was one of the best Ted talks I've ever been to! I loved every word, every second of it!! 🥳🥹 My god, I want more... I need me some encore now.

I love subby König, holy Christ. And tbh... what's beneath the toxic, crazy killing machine König is someone who is horribly, and I mean HORRIBLY love-deprived and touch-starved and super duper insecure. Which means there's bound to be some subby behavior leaking through toxic König too!

König would so need to have you on his sights at all times. And when he's working, it's annoying because... he loves his work but now he's just thinking about you. What are you doing at this very moment..? Have you talked to someone today? A friend, a colleague, a family member? A stranger??

Do you sleep ok without him (because he doesn't, he just tosses and turns in his bunk/cot/the ground all night when you're not there), and why haven't you sent a text today? He's gonna call you as soon as he gets somewhere more private.

The longer the mission lasts, the more sullen and broody he gets. After a few days, he kills his enemies with a thousand yard stare only because they're basically what's between him and his squeeze.

And yes he has to touch you like a thousand times a day or just watch your every move when he finally gets home. If you're in the bathroom too long he comes to knock on the door and ask if everything's alright (you ran there to have a moment's peace from this big cuddly behemoth who looks at you with that creepy batless obsessive stare... frankly it's disturbing)

And oh my god stop – holding hands during sex? Oh my god. Imagine him bordering on being rough (because he's *missed* you goddammit 👿) while wanting to entwine your fingers together✨️. Toxic König is a huge romantic, even if the "romantic" things he does are a bit... questionable. And he wouldn't shut up during the first round after he got home!

"Say that you missed me,"

"Tell me you're mine... Say it. Now,"

"You're always teasing me,"

would be some of the things he'd say during pounding you to his heart's content. (And you wouldn't even know how you've "teased" him this time... Like... He's the one who left for a week long mission...? 🤨)

After sex he would be so much gentler, but no less demanding and whiny. He needs so much validation and gets odd and grumpy if you don't give him some. If you'd try to domme him though, he would become even more unbearable (being a sub is this man's secret fantasy but he doesn't even know it himself).

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's weird where I am right now, Okay?

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. However, I've put quite a few on hold for travel reasons.

Oct 2023 Wk 4

Only a few screen shots for you this week, my hotel wifi is actually THAT bad.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Classic unlucky in love failed crush on straight bestie = both v queer and v emo yaoi. I gotta say I like these actors way better in this than their previous series, and maybe that’s because Tew is more like Tul and I just like Meen better when he’s… erm… mean. All of which is to say, this is off to a wonderful start and I am about to lose my very sleep deprived little mind... ready for a ABL ecstasy rant?

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN.

"I play support because that way everyone is happy to see me show up," might be the single best moment of characterization BL has EVER seen.

Look here, in the grand cornucopia of BL universes this is my metaverse. It's pulp... but relatively high production. It has an established pair that I know I like... but who were given crap before. It's a tidy little script, it's not gonna run too long, and it's ALL the archetypes and tropes I love but rarely see. It's Japan's style otaku plus Korea's style gangster, Thailand's style friendship group, and it arrived out of NOWHERE. It's Korea's IP & money, Thailand's talent, and China's streaming service.

Do we know what the hell is going on?

No we do not.

Do we care when it's this much fun?

No we do not.

(In this I speak for everyone... no, EVERYONE.)

This show I why I got into BL.

Don't bother me with trifles. Me and My Dear Gangster Oppa are sailing off into the infinite pixilated sunset together, thank you very much.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - I managed to watch most of it on low rez before YT "discovered" I was in Asia and therefore could not be allowed to watch Asian shows. (AKA my VPN failed me.) But it seemed like a good ep.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Lucky Love ep 10 of 24 - I enjoyed this 2 part installment, it’s a bit of a sad sack recovery SAGA, but the acting is genuine, the couple believable, and the story felt particularly queer to me. 7/10 but close to an 8. It was really quite charming.

However: Next week looks not good on many levels - it's horror and I spotted guitar. Which is even more horrific. 

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - do temporal paradoxes exist in Thailand? That is the question. I gotta say Tor (Ongsa) is carrying this show and is doing a really great job, it's just the story itself doesn't resonate with me. Ugh it's so sad.

Is it, indeed, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

We only on ep 5 and had a full story arc already, there is A LOT more to go.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 9 of 10 eps - the fact that in losing Sky Venus also lost his surrogate family explains his resulting bitterness a little bit more. I wish we had gotten this back story much earlier. Still stupid pulp made me cry, which of course means it's back in my good books. This story is slow as fuck, but I'm going on a rollercoaster with it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 11 of 13(?) - I love them, okay? All of them. This is a great sappy classic Taiwanese BL and it is my baby and you can’t take it away from me. MINE. 

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 8 of 10 - oh noes it got sad, I thought they would at least would have had drunken sex before the drama. Sigh. Still the kissing was good, as it should be from Taiwan.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - Amane is so brave. About being gay. Being out. Confessing. Its admirable if scary. Otherwise this ep was pretty slow. 

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 3-4 of 8 - how do I feel about this show? Conflicted. Are OnlyOneOf doing a great job? Yes, actually. Am I enjoying it? No, not really. Is this anyone's fault? I don't think so.

The little linguistic negotiation was cute tho. And we seem to have gotten idols kissing in a BL both in the same group, so that glass ceiling dildo has finally been broken.

NineMill are unexpectedly good, also KB plays a great evil ex. Of the 3, I think only Nine is good enough to go into acting permanently (but he's not tall enough). Still, all hail OnlyOneOf... kings of the "gay concept." You boys make me v nervous but as couple-branding goes, you just out branded Thailand. Mad props baibies. Legit never thought I'd see the day.

Trust Korea to be in it to win it.

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - i pretty much just forgot to watch this.

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch and do a series review in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - completed but I couldn't catch the last ep, my final thoughts in Nov.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 12 fin - completed, but see afore mentioned YT issues. I'll review it in Nov. I anticipate better internet soon.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. 

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - adaptation of Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like) about a convenience store clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/31 SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 1 of 14 - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

Upcoming November BL

11/3 Twins the series (Thailand ????) 1 of 10

11/17 Pit Babe (Thai) - Pavel my love!

11/19 Bake Me Please (OhmFluke but not, Thailand)

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Thailand) - horroresk

11/25 The Sign (Thailand) - horroresk

11/30 For Him the series (Thailand) - high heat

VIP Only (Taiwan) - may be delayed/canceled

Cooking Crush (OffGun, Thailand) - may be delayed, there some kinda gossip/rumor/shade happening at GMMTV

Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (Korea) - this one may be DOA

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

My Universe - I just enjoyed the angle of this kiss shot.

Uh huh. Sure, honey. (Bump Up Buisness)

COULD THIS EXPLAIN THE SNUFFLE KISS?!!!!

(Last week)

[antianakin]

@theneutralmime

I know I made a post that discussed my feelings on this before, but it would take more time and effort to dig up than I am willing to put in, so I'll just discuss it again.

Anakin being sleep deprived might've assisted towards his anxieties regarding the vision of Padme, but it isn't what's making him unstable enough to consider genocide a viable option. Anakin in AOTC is getting sleep relatively regularly and still makes the claim that dictatorships are a good thing because people need to be MADE to agree on things. Anakin in AOTC still massacres an entire tribe down to the last child. He loses a LITTLE sleep in AOTC before the Tusken massacre, but not that much. It's not even enough for me to regularly see people trying to use it as an explanation for his behavior in this film the way they do for ROTS.

And it isn't because he's more stable in AOTC. He's arguably MORE unstable in AOTC than he is in ROTS. In the beginning of ROTS, he seems to have improved a little - he's the one arguing for patience and he doesn't rush to fight Dooku on his own the way he does in AOTC.

But Anakin is an unstable, selfish, greedy fascist at his core by AOTC and while he's managed to stabilize enough to handle battlefields a little more elegantly, none of the selfish greedy fascist tendencies have actually disappeared by ROTS. The maturity is SITUATION SPECIFIC. He's still living a lie with Padme, he still throws a temper tantrum with the Council, he still gets pissy over being asked to spy on Palpatine despite Obi-Wan's MANY valid points about Palpatine's corruption, he's still arrogant enough to believe he deserves to be a Master despite the fact that he's being offered a Council position through pure nepotism, and he gets angry at Padme for not just immediately taking his side in the issue and wants to disappear into a fantasy.

And ALL OF THESE are flaws that we see in AOTC, too. The frustration with the Council, the favoritism towards Palpatine, the arrogance, the selfishness. That's all there already back in AOTC, when he is doing unstable things without the excuse of sleep deprivation. So when they show up again in ROTS, it really can't be blamed on sleep deprivation. This is just who Anakin is. He's an arrogant, selfish, greedy fascist. That's Anakin. That is Anakin at his core, no matter how much sleep he is or isn't getting.

[thebrightmillenial]

SAM WINCHESTER HEADCANONS

Sam Winchester is left handed.

He is lactose intolerant, which isn't confirmed but is also my headcanon and I am keeping it because I can.

He enjoys forensics, chemistry, law, english and theater - particularly law and forensics, but is really skilled in english which is mostly canon.

Not a huge fan of tattoos, but still got his along with Dean after Sam got possessed by Meg.

His favorite scent is grass and old books. He just finds it comforting and reminds him back of Stanford, when he and Jess would sit together under a tree, on the grass, reading books. Total silence, but still no time was being wasted.

He can't enjoy being around cats. He just doesn't like them. There isn't really a reason or a trauma behind it. He sees a cat, he keeps his distance if he is given the chance.

Sam feels relatively anxious if he can't understand something. This will sometimes cause him to chew on his nails or even obsess over the problem in question to no end.

The reason his wifi is exceptionally good is because he actually befriended a witch. The deal was an essay in exchange for all wifi bars anytime he needed. This isn't my headcanon but I love it.

He is able to draw really well, but only when he has visions about it.

Sam sleeps mostly laying on his stomach but sometimes feels comfortable sleeping on his right side.

Mostly vegetarian - once or twice he will break the rule but he likes to keep to that diet.

He actively searches hunting lore. He doesn't fully hate hunting itself. He just hates not being given the choice.

This is more canon than not, but if you want to read Sam Winchester's emotions, look at his eyes. What his face won't show, his eyes will immediately show as much as he tries to hide it.

Sam can't stand to talk about himself without talking about other people's problem's first. The moment he tries, he finds himself struggling to get the words out.

He is non-binary bisexual, but really can't care much about the labels.

He will always finish what he starts and avoids making promises he can't keep.

Sam absolutely loves dogs and if he can, he will stop to pet one.

Sam's favorite colors are powder blue, brown, white, black and gray-green and his favorite season is autumn

He seeks control for himself. He needs to be able to feel in control of his life, thoughts and actions, since people are always depriving him of that, which then becomes an issue with the entire Ruby situation (she made him think he was in control).

Sam's playlist is very strange. He'll listen to Bon Jovi, Amanda Palmer, Celine Dion, but would probably enjoy some styles of classic romantic music or baroque on certain days.

He's the type that would listen to christmas songs in June. Especially Frank Sinatra.

He is sometimes able to sense ghosts in his presence - this has been something that he's felt since he was a kid but had nobody to tell (he feared Dean would be upset with him)

He would definitely shamelessly listen to Adele.

Jess taught Sam how to knit, or at least started teaching him.

Sam is actually a decent cook.

Sam's friend group at Stanford was Luis, Jess, Brady, Zach and Rebecca.

They sometimes went over to Zach's and Rebecca's just to play Mario Kart and watch movies all day after their exams.

Their group photos burned down along with Jess so Sam never had the chance to retrieve them.

Sam was actually really short until he turned 17-18. His growth spurt came out of nowhere.

Sam had to wear knee braces during most of his time at Stanford.

Autistic with some slight OCD

[guiltygearconfessions]

i think more people should be nice to dr. baldhead. it makes me sad when people are cruel to him, either outwardly on purpose or even through perhaps unintentional routes such as calling him evil or intentionally cruel or things like that. we can't let pre-strive faust's self hate depersonalization complex win.

its a bit of a complex thing i get that. like im not going to argue against the fact that he killed people. he did that. but he was also consistently starved and left alone in a sensory deprivation nightmare presumably only shortly after having his entire life and the complex that he balanced his identity on upended. and that upheaval itself happened relatively shortly after the crusades ended. its less just being framed for murder and more being framed as impersonating yourself. the messiah figure everyone loved wouldn't have this blood on his hands, wouldn't have failed (though equally, not everyone loved this messiah figure; he was clearly hated enough for a coworker to sell him out and collaborate on the assassination attempt, right?).

faust idolizes the pre-baldhead part of his life besides the misery and relentlessly demonizes the in-between. maybe i am just a little soft hearted, but it makes me happy when people pay a little niceness to dr baldhead. mostly because i get to imagine faust reconciling with the compartmentalized idea of baldhead that exists to him.

sorry for meandering im going to go to bed now. dr baldhead warm meal and a bed to sleep in beam.

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