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Kinkuary 07 Yeosang — degradation // panties

➥ dom!Yeosang × brat!Reader summary: Yeosang hates it when his girlfriend talks back so he decides to shut her up so he can use her without her running her mouth like the little brat she is. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Yeosang, bratty!Reader, degradation (use of slut, whore, dirty/naughty girl, bitch, etc), Yeosang goes feral when the reader wears his favorite lingerie, use of panties as a gag, fingering, protected sex (reader is on birth control), a couple spanks, some hair pulling, Yeosang goes hard and rough but the aftercare is incredible and the post nut snuggles are 👌🏻 Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: i didnt mess up this time and remembered to finish editing the whole thing! Lmao anyway I almost made this a dom!Reader but I suck at writing those because I've never dommed in my life lmao plus, the idea of being a brat to Yeosang and having him shove my panties in my mouth to shut me up is top tier in my honest opinion. But don't worry, there will be more dom!Reader content later this month! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Yeosang sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

‘I love my girlfriend. I love my girlfriend,’ he told himself repeatedly in his head.

And it was true. He really did love you. You were one of the few people in the world that truly understood him.

It was rare for him to find someone who understood his humor, or could relate to him on a deeper level than whether or not they like pancakes or waffles more.

He’d never met someone he wanted to spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything until he met you.

He’d have to send Wooyoung another thank you card for bringing you to him.

Your existence was truly a blessing to Yeosang, but sometimes it was a curse.

Particularly when you were being a brat. Like right now.

God, when you acted like a brat, it drove Yeosang up the wall but he wasn’t above putting you in your place.

“Please, Y/N,” Yeosang tried again, attempting to be reasonable and not snap.

“Today is not the day to get on my bad side.”

He could see the way you tried to hide a smirk. ‘Goddamn it.’

“Oh really? And why is that?” you asked, sitting up on the bed in your shared bedroom.

Yeosang curled his fingers into his palms, balling his hands into fists.

You were really testing his patience today and he was over it.

“Y/N, honey, please. Just do this for me and don’t question me,” he asked, pleading with you to listen.

“Oh, breaking out the pet names now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really think that’s gonna sway me?”

‘Oh, that’s it.’

Yeosang moved in an instant, pushing you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and hovering over you.

“I asked you nicely three times. You know what happens when you don’t listen?”

You tried to push him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to pull free but he wasn’t going to give in easily.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he growled, sitting back and shifting as he pulled you up, dragging you over his lap until your ass was in front of him.

“Yeos-AAH!” You cried out as his hand made contact with your ass, the sound ringing out.

“Count,” he ordered. You looked over your shoulder at him. “No,” you replied defiantly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed and he landed another smack on your ass.

You cried out again, skin tingling from the pain. “Stop it!” You tried wriggling in his grasp but Yeosang held you still. “If you won’t hold still, I’ll tie you down!” He growled. “I’d like to see you try!” You hissed.

Yeosang threw you back onto the bed, getting up and moving to the dresser that stood against the wall. He pulled out something long and red and before you had a chance to get away, he had both your wrists bound together with the red satin rope and was using the tail to tie you to the footboard.

“Let me go, Yeosang!” You said, pulling on the rope and trying to yank it free but knowing your boyfriend, he tied the knot too well for it to just come loose.

You looked up at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. His hair was tussled, strands falling into his face. He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing the stray strands away.

“Now you should calm down,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

“Like hell I will!” You growled at him. You felt another sharp smack to your bottom, making you moan this time. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he said, moving to kneel behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to look over your shoulder at him. You felt his hands on your hips, smoothing over your shorts.

“Did you know you’re soaked through your shorts?” Yeosang asked, eyeing the wet patch where your crotch was. “No I didn’t,” you protested.

“Then did you piss yourself?” He demanded. “No!”

Yeosang returned his gaze to your clothed pussy.

“Then let’s have a look,” he said, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, exposing your obviously wet pussy to him.

“Yeosang!” You said indignantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now?” He asked, inspecting you, bringing a finger to your clit and swiping over it, collecting some of your arousal.

Your body jolted at the sensation and you dropped your head, letting out a whimper.

You heard Yeosang chuckle from behind you. Your head snapped back up. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You are,” he said, smoothing his hand over your ass, admiring the marks from spanking you just moments ago.

“How am I funny?” You demanded, still trying to glance back at Yeosang.

You felt him get off the bed and tried twisting to see where he went.

Suddenly you felt his hand close around one of your ankles and tug, forcing you to fall onto the mattress and a yelp to erupt past your lips. With you stretched out, he removed your shorts and panties fully.

“You could have asked for my help!” you whined, rolling onto your side to look at him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding your panties in his hand, staring at them intently. His head turned slowly to gaze at you, making you feel smaller and like prey caught in a trap and a predator happened upon you.

“So you thought you’d just wear these and I wouldn’t find out?” Yeosang asked, his voice low as he walked around to the footboard of the bed. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your words failing you.

In his hand was a pair of black mesh panties. They were part of a set that Yeosang had claimed was his favorite one and one you knew he loved to see you wear. The back was made up of a complex mess of straps while the front was the mesh material. The matching bra, which you were indeed wearing, was the same black mesh with straps made from a soft black elastic,

Yeosang grabbed your shirt by the hem and pulled it over your head, letting it fall onto your arms.

“You were prepared,” he said admiring the black mesh and the way it looked against your skin.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. My comfy set is in the wash,” you answered. It was the truth. Your comfiest set of underwear was in the wash and this was the next most comfortable.

“Sounds like a lie,” he said, walking back around to the side of the bed and climbing on behind you.

“It’s the truth!” You whined as he grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your stomach before he pulled you up onto your knees, keeping your chest pressed against the mattress.

Yeosang scoffed, not buying your explanation. “Uh-huh. Sure it is, slut,” he said. You opened your mouth to talk back but gasped when you felt him pull your ass back against him, grinding his hard erection into you.

He leaned over, a smirk on his face. “What, no witty comeback?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaning closer to your ear. “Color?”

That was something you loved about Yeosang. No matter what role he slipped into, he made sure to check with you that you were okay. You’d both decided to use the color system in addition to a safeword. When he wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, he’d ask you for a color. Green for good, yellow for change, and red for stop.

“Green,” you whispered, trying to hide your smile as he pulled himself upright.

“God,” he said, looking down where your wet heat had rubbed against his pants, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You’re so wet that you could soak my pants,” he said, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“I bet you’re so wet you could take my cock right now without any prep,” he added, moving his hands to your ass and spreading you so he could see your cunt unobstructed. “Wanna test it?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, voice shaking. His hands were so close to where you wanted them yet so far from giving you any sort of friction.

“I wouldn’t?” Yeosang asked, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent shapes behind.

“You don’t have it in you,” you said, your words hitting him unprepared. “You’re so whipped for this pussy.”

Without a word, Yeosang shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp.

“You mean this pussy?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly, making you whimper. “The one I’m going to fuck until I’ve pumped it full of my cum? The one that only I get to fuck? That pussy?”

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers. “The-ng- the only way you’re getting it is by tying me down, Yeosang,” you replied, your hands balling into fists as Yeosang slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he retorted. “You’re being such a damn brat.”

You let a giggle slip out as you pushed back into his hand and just as quickly as he filled your cunt with his fingers, he left it empty, making you whine.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he said, leaning over your back as he brought his fingers to your mouth. “Open.”

You turned your head, refusing to obey him. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he growled, grabbing your chin with the other hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

He held your chin in place as you reluctantly parted your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making you taste yourself. “Clean them,” he barked. Rather than make a fuss as his fingers were already in your mouth, you obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking your arousal off them.

Yeosang released your chin, pleased with your compliance but he knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with you.

You, who liked to push his buttons. You, who liked to talk back and make things much more difficult than they needed to be. You were defiant in every way and tonight, Yeosang would finally put you in your place. If that was with a rough fucking, then so be it.

You opened your mouth, tilting your head back to show him that you could listen. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “See?” You said, eyes shutting, quite pleased with yourself. “I can listen when I want to,” you added.

“So it would seem,” Yeosang said softly, his fingers keeping your mouth open as he looked inside it.

Without warning, he shoved something into your mouth, causing you to cry out in shock and your eyes to open.

“Don’t you dare push that out,” he growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The ferocity in his voice made your legs quiver, sending chills up your spine. He’d never been so rough before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

Yeosang waited for you to nod before his expression softened. “Green?” He asked softly. You nodded again and he let go of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said in that same tone from before.

You heard the sound of his belt and a zipper being pulled before a slight rustle of cloth. Assuming he pushed his pants down, you waited for him to enter you, bracing yourself as you felt the tip of his cock rub against you ever so slightly but made no move to push into you.

After a couple moments, you opened your mouth to ask what the hold up was but found yourself unable to speak as Yeosang suddenly rammed into you, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Oh that’s new,” Yeosang said with a chuckle. “I’ve never made you scream before.”

“Mmhhmm,” you moaned, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“Have I rendered you speechless in one thrust?” He asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Where’s that attitude now?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, even with the gag, before he started a punishing pace, his hips hitting your ass with each hard thrust. “I knew you’d take my cock easily,” he said, his breathing shaky as he continued to pound into you.

“Such a receptive little slut,” he purred, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling back, arching your back and making you moan again as his hips continued their assault. “Still green, baby?” He whispered near your ear, loosening his grip on your hair so you could nod quickly. “Good girl,” he said, a rare praise that made your heart swell and sent butterflies to your stomach.

His grip tightened and he pulled back again.

Moans left your mouth, muffled by your gag, with each hard thrust he gave you. His cock hit deeper than he’d ever hit before, making you see stars in your vision. You could feel something running down the inside of your thighs and assumed it was your own arousal. “F-fuuuck,” Yeosang groaned from behind you.

“You take my cock so well. Such a greedy little cunt you have,” he added, punctuating his sentence with a harsh thrust. He looked down where your bodies connected and was surprised to see how you’d gotten even wetter as he fucked you.

“Looks like you’re making a mess. You’re so fucking filthy,” he scoffed. “What a dumb, dirty little whore. You like being used like this?” He asked, leaning forward and pulling your head back to look up at him.

You were an absolute vision. Black panties shoved into your mouth, cheeks red and eyes glossed over. “Shit, look at you,” Yeosang said, a smirk forming on his face. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up and letting me use this tight little hole, you just love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, even if you didn’t have your panties in your mouth.

Yeosang's hips slowed to a stop, making you ask what he was doing, albeit in a very muffled voice.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed back against him, urging him to move. You felt his hand make contact with your ass cheek, your body reacting and a moan sounding from your throat.

“Are you that needy you have to fuck yourself on my cock? Can’t wait for me?”

You shook your head, knowing if he thought you didn’t need him to move, he’d make you do all the work.

Yeosang let out a growl, resuming the same unrelenting pace from before.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to play,” he panted.

His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, making more muffled moans slip past your gag. You dug your fingers into the sheets, trying to ground yourself against his force.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just sit there and take what I give you, stupid slut,” he growled.

Your head dropped, forehead resting against your forearms, eyes shutting as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, the head hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t going to last if he kept going like this.

“You falling asleep?” He asked, the dominant tone in his voice gone. It was replaced by pure concern.

You lifted your head, shaking it and putting his worry at ease.

“Green?” He asked, confirming you were still good. You nodded again.

“Good, I’m close. Are you close?” He whispered. You nodded with a moan, your walls squeezing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Yeosang reached around your stomach, darting between your thighs and finding your clit and drawing circles in time with his thrusts. You let out a cry, body tensing as your climax started to wash over you. “That’s it, come for me,” Yeosang whispered, his lips inches from your ear. “Good girl. You did so well.”

The soft tone of his voice as he coaxed you through your orgasm had your mind reeling, thighs squeezing together as the aftershocks of your high rolled over you.

The constant convulsing of your cunt around his cock pushed Yeosang over the edge and he came inside you, filling your heat with his load as he continued to thrust erratically, fucking his cum further into you as a small amount spilled out of your used hole, rolling down your thighs and dripping onto the bed below.

“Fuck!” Yeosang growled, his hips finally stilling and his cock buried deep inside your already full cunt.

He pulled his hand away from your swollen and sensitive clit, pulling your panties from your mouth and tossing them somewhere in the room. He’d worry about them later.

“Talk to me baby,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, body shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but your thighs were numb and shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you muttered. Yeosang pulled out of you, wincing as more of his cum spilled out of you. He was gonna have to wash the sheets tonight.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, pulling his pants up and zipping them up. He moved around the bed to untie you from the footboard. He worked quickly, untying your wrists and pulling the rope from them, letting it fall to the floor. Another thing he’d worry about later.

He carefully laid you down on your side, hands moving to massage your thighs. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water running and a moment later, he reappeared, stripping himself of his clothes and pulling on clean ones.

He returned to your side, taking your wrists gently in his hands and rubbing the marks from the ropes.

“Was it too tight?” He asked, looking into your face. You shook your head. “No. Was perfect. Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang cupped your cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Stay awake, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet.”

“But ‘m so sleepy,” you whined. Yeosang chuckled, the hand on your cheek moving to comb through your hair. “I know sweetheart, but I can’t let you sleep until after I care for you. Can you walk?”

You shook your head again. “Legs don’t work.”

Yeosang stood up, scooting you towards the edge of the bed before lifting you carefully and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on your feet, keeping you upright as the blood started to work its way back into your legs. He helped you lift your leg and lowered you into the hot bath water before turning it off.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and disappearing through the door.

You inspected your wrists, the red marks from the rope starting to dissipate. You stretched your legs, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Yeosang returned after a few minutes, during which you were able to get your legs working. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, setting a fresh towel and clean clothes on the closed lid of the toilet.

“‘M okay, Yeo,” you affirmed, smiling at your boyfriend. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“You want to stay in there a little longer or get out?” He asked, nodding at the tub. “I could stay a little longer,” you answered. Yeosang moved to sit on the side of the tub, grabbing your favorite bath sponge. “Then lean forward for me a little bit?” He asked, smiling when you obliged him without fuss.

He carefully scrubbed and massaged your back, fingers working over your shoulders as well. Watching your reaction, Yeosang dragged the mesh sponge down your chest, past your stomach and between your legs. Your lips parted in a sigh as he worked the sponge against your skin soothingly, scrubbing off any remnants of his and your cum. He left no spot untouched and kept going until the water started to cool down.

Once you were clean, he pulled the plug and helped you stand, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you. It wasn’t the first time Yeosang had helped dry your body and it wouldn’t be the last.

After he was certain you were sufficiently dry, he helped you dress, allowing you to hold his shoulder to keep balance as he held your underwear for you to step into, pulling it up and doing the same for your shorts. Your shirt was the easy part,

He led you back into the bedroom and you saw he’d pulled the sheets and put fresh ones on. He sat you down and sat next to you, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table where a plate of fruit sat as well.

You looked at him as he twisted the cap off the bottle of water.

“You always take such good care of me,” you muttered as he handed you the water, grabbing the plate of fruit and snacking on a grape.

“Well,” he said, swallowing his bite. “I may call you mean things during sex,” he explained.

“But you’re still my baby girl,” he added in a much quieter voice. “I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t pamper you after what I just put your body through.”

You smiled again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Yeo,” you whispered.

The two of you finished off the fruit and water before climbing into bed. Yeosang reached over to turn off the lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Yay,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “What?” He asked.

“This is my favorite part,” you replied. “What is? Sleeping?” Yeosang asked with a laugh.

“No,” you answered. “The snuggles.” Yeosang smiled at you in the darkness, kissing your hair.

“Ahh, the snuggles,” he repeated, you nodding in response.

“Yeah, post nut snuggles are the best.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 21 - Amazon Position]

Pairing: Good Boy!Seokjin x GFD!Reader

Kinks: protected vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, praise, nippleplay & sucking, sensory deprivation, handjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (m.receiving), Jinnie being a whiney mess, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: i feel like irl!jinnie is actually into getting folded in half during sex, he gives me those vibes. and i am loving that he does fnadsf. also the domestic softness in this has me swooning omfg have fun besties 🖤

Seokjin lifts his head from between your legs, brown hair ruffled and puffy lips drenched in your sweetness. He is breathing heavily, fingers groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Fucking hell”, you get out and sigh, rolling your head to the side in exhaustion. Your head is pounding and your pussy is throbbing as a result of your orgasm dying down slowly.

“One more?” he asks, eyes glued to your puffy, wet lips and tongue aching for another taste of them.

“Just…” you spread your legs further, “...don't ask, do it.”

Seokjin goes down on you with a moan, eyes falling closed in bliss and fingers slipping back inside just to curl right against your g-spot. It is so swollen and sensitive already, courtesy of the five orgasms he has tickled out of you by now. Number six is very well on its way and knowing your terribly hot boyfriend, it won’t be the last of this morning.

“Mhhhm fucking hell”, you groan, chasing him just as much as you are fleeing him. You love and hate this. You are in heaven and hell. Your clit is so incredibly sensitive that even just the slightest touch of his tongue makes you flinch and yet you don’t want him to stop. Riding on overstimulation is so goddamn addicting with Seokjin.

Seokjin soothes you with soft kisses each time you flinch, slowing down his tempo until your thighs stop trembling and your tummy stops clenching. And only then he begins anew, dancing his warm tongue over your clit while his fingers move against your g-spot. 

Seokjin woke up horny today. He couldn’t even deny it with the huge morning wood he was sporting. Now bear in mind, Seokjin is sporting a proud boner on most mornings, but today it was of horny nature and not just a simple natural reaction. You decided to wear the socks he got for you for your anniversary last week and you looked so goddamn sexy in them that Seokjin couldn’t help but ask you in his sweetest voice if he could have you. You said yes of course because Seokjin is incredible in whatever he does in bed and you were horny yourself. No particular reason other than that you are dating the most handsome and sexiest man in history and his slightly raspy morning voice did way too many things to you. 

So one hour later, here you were. Short five orgasms, close to your sixth and with your naked body sticky in sweat. Seokjin climaxed too. Just once – for now – as a result of rutting against the mattress too much and rubbing himself sensitive. Not that this stopped him from continuing to grind, hips chasing the friction of the sheets as his mouth continued to please you. The sheets will never compare to your pussy, but he has soaked them so much already that they come pretty close. Wet, warm, soft. Just like your pussy if he fantasised hard enough. 

“Okay fuck, baby you’re making-”, a gasp, “cum.”

Seokjin swirls his tongue and gives you a throaty mewl, sending vibrations through you. It is enough to send you over the edge.

You moan and crumble under his tongue, covering his pretty face in a new layer of your juices. You can feel it everywhere. From the tips of your toes to the top of your head, trembling like crazy. Seriously, Seokjin gives the best goddamn orgasms. Without a doubt.

Seokjin slurps hungrily, moaning right with you as you shake in bliss. He loves making you cum. It’s so sexy to him.

You come down with a gentle tug at his hair, making him lift his head. There you are. Once again with a pounding head and a throbbing pussy. 

“One more?” he asks, eyes sparkly and glued to your soaked core.

“Give me a second”, you croak, seeing nothing but blurriness and hearing the blood rush in your ears, "jesus fuck."

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just…phew”, you say and exhale loudly.

Seokjin chuckles, kissing a path up your body until he can nuzzle into your neck. Like this, his hard cock is rubbing right against your inner thigh. Wet and covered in his creamy cum, it leaves marks of his desperation on your skin. 

“Did I do good?” he asks. 

“Yes, you did amazing”, you say, running your finger through his soft hair even if moving any inch of your body is hard.

“You always taste so good. I'm so happy”, he says, kissing your jawline, “and horny”, he adds in a whisper, mewling softly as he grinds his cock against you.

“I can feel that, yeah”, you say in a chuckle.

"It hurts", he whimpers, circling his hips. His cock is so goddamn leaky, soaking your skin oh so well. It’s adorable, really.

"Aww poor boy", you coo, "should we do something about that, mhm?”

“Yes, please”, he whispers, “I already came once.”

“I know. You’re cleaning the sheets, I'm telling you.”

He snickers, “okay, okay. I will.”

Seokjin lifts his head from your neck, eyes locking with yours. You look droopy yet happy, giving him a fond smile.

He retorts it, cheeks puffing out cutely.

“Do you want to lie down for it?” you ask him, reaching up just to pinch his cheeks gently. They are so soft and squishy, deserving of one more gentle pinch.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it”, he says.

“Of course I am. Go on sweets, lie down for me.”

Seokjin follows happily, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. His head is propped up on two soft pillows, his hands are resting on his tummy and his pretty eyes are glued to your face.

“Are you comfy?” you ask him.

Seokjin nods his head, “are you comfy too?”

“Yes, very”, you say, sitting next to his body. You place your hand on his tummy, making his hands slip to the side to make space for you, “you’re so handsome”, you praise, caressing his skin right above his belly button.

His ears are rosy in an instant, eyes lowering shyly.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, hiding his face behind his hands afterwards.

“You’re so cute, look at your ears turning red”, you tease lovingly, knowing very well that you can do that with your boyfriend.

Seokjin merely whines and wiggles from side to side, “don’t say that. You know they get red when attention’s on me.”

You chuckle, “I know, it’s cute. I like it a lot”, you say, giving his side a little pinch before trailing your touch up his torso.

Seokjin sighs, keeping his hands on his eyes for whatever reason. You don’t find it necessary to ask. You know your boyfriend well enough to know that it was mostly for pleasure reasons. Seokjin loves to deprive himself of his vision whenever you touch him, he says that it helps him really take in how good it feels. He also looks incredibly cute like that. Pink lips all parted in bliss and cheeks just slightly squished under his hands.

“Does that feel nice?” you ask him, tracing his pecs.

“Yes, it’s really nice”, he answers you, chasing you with a slight arch of his back. His skin is burning up, your touch feels electric.

You guide the touch to his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him even before you could touch him. He is so excited. He never told you, but his nipples are really sensitive. Not that he had to tell you, Seokjin is so obvious about how good it feels to him, always squirming and wiggling for you.

This morning is no different. With nothing but a mere brush of your fingers, you force a loud moan out of him and for his hips to squirm. His nipples harden instantly, looking oh so desperate for attention.

“Sensitive”, Seokjin whispers shakily, squeezing his hands against his eyes to stop himself from peeking. Only blinding himself to what you are doing, helps him fall into the intensity of the touch. And as much as he would love to lessen some of that unbearable burning of bliss by peeking, he can’t. He shouldn’t make it easier for himself, because Seokjin loves nothing more than being swallowed whole by the fire.

“I know. They’re really swollen”, you say, taking them between two of your fingers to massage them slowly, "and oh so hard. I love that, sweets. You’re such a good boy."

Seokjin arches his back and moans, “please.”

“Please what Jinnie?”

“I, I don’t know. Don’t stop, please or, or oh god, I don’t know”, he babbles, making you smile fondly.

He is so cute when you turn his brain all mushy from pleasure. You lower yourself to peck his lips just once.

“I’m not gonna stop, love” you promise in the softest voice, stealing another kiss because he is so addicting. The taste of you lingers on his lips, making the kiss all the more amazing. His lips are so soft and puffy from all the head he has been giving you, feeling even better than they normally do. His hands slip from his eyes just to hold you, resting on the back of your neck while his fingers dig into your skin gently.

And while you kiss him like it was your only purpose, your fingers continue tracing his nipples, sending a constant stream of warmth through his body. Seokjin feels so safe with you. So goddamn safe.

Soon your left hand abandons his chest, taking on the journey down his torso. He doesn’t mind your changing touch, falling into the sensations happily.

The kiss barely breaks, lips staying so close while shaky intakes of breath swirl against them.

“How's that?” you ask him, dancing your fingers down his happy trail to reach his cock.

Seokjin opens his legs before you can even as much as slip between them, sighing your name in a desperate attempt to get you to keep going. He really, really wants your touch. His cock is so hard and so sensitive and so needy for your warmth. The sheets weren’t enough, he needs you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of him and run them up his shaft slowly.

“Don't stop please”, Seokjin begs instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips. 

“I haven’t even started. God, you’re so needy”, you say with fond amusement in your voice, lifting your head to study his face. 

His eyes are closed, lips parted and brows furrowed in bliss. 

You touch his tip.

His brows shoot up, a moan slips past his lips. 

You roll your thumb over his frenulum. 

Seokjin rolls his head to the side and throws his hand back over his eyes.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs quietly, gasping for air between his moans. 

“You're so cute”, you whisper, heart feeling like bursting in fondness, “and your cock’s so, so hard. Wow Jinnie, it’s like you never even had an orgasm”, you say, jerking off his entire length in a slow and steady rhythm. 

“I'm so sensitive”, he confesses and whimpers. 

“Gosh, you are? But Jinnie baby, can I even ride you like this?”

Seokjin peels his eyes open, gazing at you. He blinks droopily, licking his lips.

“R-ride?” he stutters.

“Mh-hm. Ride”, you nod your head, paying special attention to his leaking slit. Seokjin squeezes his hand back onto his eyes and mewls softly, hips squirming desperately. “I wanna ride you, make you mine like that.”

“Oh god, that’s so hot”, Seokjin whines, seeking your closeness. He buries his face in your tits, lips wrapping around your nipple just to suck it desperately. It was such a natural reaction to him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he is seeking you to find comfort through you. Seokjin’s done this a million times before and yet it never becomes boring. 

Shivers run down your spine, thighs rubbing together in search for friction. His mouth feels so warm and wet, the sucking is so gentle yet intense. You are so horny, it is like he never even made you cum six times. Truly, your boyfriend is the best menace in your life.

You reward him by adding slight pressure to your movements, hand gliding up and down his cock smoothly. His skin is seriously so hot, his poor balls look oh so swollen. They throb when you touch them, forcing Seokjin to bite your nipple involuntary.

“Oh?” you chuckle, “careful baby, your teeth.

“Oh god”, he breaks away just to hide away, “fuck me. Please.”

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me please.”

“I didn’t understand”, you taunt, massaging his heavy balls.

“Fuck me”, Seokjin croaks, looking up at you with glassy eyes, “please.”

“You're so fucking adorable”, you rasp, gripping his chin between your fingers, “I'll fuck you so goddamn well, baby.”

Seokjin gulps, cock throbbing desperately. He can’t wait. All he wants, needs, craves is your pussy. 

“Lay on your back, I'm getting the condom”, you order him lovingly, letting go of his cock even if this makes him whine. 

He is already waiting for you when you turn back to him. 

“There we go”, you say, handing him the condom.

“Thank you”, he says, accepting it. 

You sit next to him and watch him work, playing with the bottle of lube you also took with you just in case.

“Do you have any wishes for how you wanna do it?” you ask him. 

“Not really. Do you feel comfortable riding me?” he asks, working diligently to get the condom out of its packaging.

“Yes, I’m comfortable. I just don’t know if I wanna do it like we normally do it. I don’t feel like it today.”

“Yeah? That’s okay. Wanna do it reverse?”

You follow his hand as it rolls the condom on, eyes completely mesmerised.

“No, I don’t really feel like that either.”

“So how do you want to do it? Sideways?”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. Seokjin snickers boyishly.

“That's stupid, you’re stupid”, you poke his tummy, “I thought of maybe, I don’t know, folding you in half.”

“Huh?” Seokjin gasps, staring at you with widened eyes, “folding me in half?”

“Yeah, like take your legs and bend them and then sit on your cock like that.”

“Okay why can I not imagine what you mean and why am I still turned on by it?” he asks, making you laugh.

“Because you think I’m hot?”

“Yeah. Oh big yes”, he nods his head vigorously.

You grin and climb between his legs now that the condom is sitting neatly around his cock. Seokjin lets you do your thing, propped up on his elbows and eyes watching you curiously.

You place your hand on his thighs, massaging them gently.

“Lie down.”

Seokjin plops into the pillows.

“Good boy. Relax”, you say to which he nods his head in compliance. You take his legs and lift them, bending them by their knees.

“Hot”, he croaks, breathing heavily.

“Yeah right? And now I gotta spread you”, you say and spread his legs.

Seokjin inhales sharply, feeling oh so exposed and vulnerable.

“Don't look at my ass though”, he says.

“Why?” you say, eyes flitting down.

“I said don’t look”, he whines, trying and failing to lower his legs because before he could, you stopped him.

“Holy fuck, look at your little hole”, you gasp, pupils dilating like crazy, “it's so exposed in this position”, you say, slipping your finger to it to trace it.

“A-ah”, Seokjin moans, eyelids fluttering in bliss and thighs trying their hardest to rub together. Your touch is so soft, but feels so intense. Attention to his hole always sweeps him off his feet. Each and every time, he forgets how sensitive he is and then you remind him and Seokjin feels like screaming. 

“It's so pretty. You’ve got such a pretty hole, Jinnie. Oh so pretty”, you praise, lowering yourself for one single lick. 

“Okay fuck”, Seokjin drops his head, arching his back, “if, if we're doing t-that now, please g-give me a moment”, he stutters, clenching his rim desperately. 

“Don't worry”, you whisper, kissing it softly, “I'm still gonna ride you. I just wanted to remind you what I could do to you if only I wanted to.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he laughs breathily, “oh god please fuck me, please.”

“Look at you being needy now. And you wanted to whine about having your hole exposed”, you tease, standing up to position yourself above him. 

"I'm shy, you know me", he mumbles with a pout.

"Yeah, I know. You cutie."

You abandon his legs to grab his cock and align it with your pussy. Seokjin is such a good boy that he keeps his legs the way you want them to be. So busying yourself with his cock is an easy task.

Seokjin is watching the whole scene unfold with his breath held, heart racing like crazy. The sensation of your lick still lingers on his hole and now you are spreading lube on his cock. Seokjin wants to melt into a puddle of pleasure because of it.

“There we go, now you’re all slippery”, you say, placing the lube aside. You position yourself back atop of him, placing your left hand on the back of his thigh and using your right to hold his cock, “ready?”

“So ready”, he says, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay. Here I come”, you joke, lowering yourself slowly.

You lock eyes in shock, hands reaching for the other instantly. Your fingers intertwine so tightly.

“Okay holy shit”, you whisper, “how are you doing?”

“Good”, he croaks, “oh god”, he drops his head and covers his eyes with his unoccupied hand.

“That’s so hot. It’s seriously so hot”, you pant, bottoming out. You place your other hand on his thigh and use the support to begin your movements. Up and down on his perfect cock, feeling him oh so deep inside you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh darling”, he babbles, curling his toes and rolling his ankles repeatedly.

“It’s good, right?”

“Fucking amazing”, Seokjin moans, squeezing your hand.

You really want to close your eyes because it feels so good, but you don’t. It would be a crime to miss out on how pretty he looks. All folded in half, legs bend, cheeks flushed and hair messy. Seokjin’s so goddamn pretty when you’re on top and he is even prettier when you can bend him into little shapes.

“Don’t wanna stop, you’re so fucking pretty”, you moan, caressing his thighs as your hips dance to a passionate melody. Your bodies meet in loud noises, the lube and your juices sound so wet and nasty, the bed frame croaks each time you let yourself drop on him. You must remember to fix it today. It has been croaking for two weeks now and each and every time you swear to fix it only to get your brain completely scrambled by him and forgetting all about it again.

“Remind me to fix the bed today”, you say.

“You’re thinking about that right now?” he almost whines the words, squirming beneath you so deliciously.

You laugh and moan, “no”, you drop your head, shaking it tiredly, “no, just thinking ‘bout your cock. It’s the best cock.”

“It’s yours”, he croaks, “it’s your cock.”

“Yeah that’s right, my cock. My pretty cock”, you rasp, trembling in bliss, “fuck Jinnie, you feel so good”, you say, speeding up your hips and making Seokjin moan the most devastating moan ever.

You don’t even mind the croaking of the bed anymore. Not when he sounds so good and feels even better. Let the bed croak, at least that means that you’re fucking him the way he’s supposed to be fucked. Fast and deep. Your pretty boy deserves only the best.

Mornings like today are the best. They seriously are the goddamn best. You plan on making him breakfast later, while Seokjin plans to do the same for you. You also plan on smothering him in kisses for ages while he plans on kissing your feet in gratefulness for introducing him to this position.

He can go so deep that way, cock shifting inside the warmest parts of you. He also loves how you fold him. His lower back gets a gentle stretch in this position, his thighs feel so tense from holding his legs up. His butt….

“Ah wait”, he gasps.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, slowing down your movements.

“Butt cramp. Oh god, butt cramp. Help”, he groans and yelps dramatically.

“Oh dear, wait”, you stumble off of him to allow him to stretch his legs out.

Seokjin does so instantly, rubbing his cramping buttock whilst whining loudly.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yeah, urgh”, he groans, giving his butt a soft spank, “I’m fine, just got a cramp.”

You snicker, “I’m sorry, but this is so funny.”

“Yeah, yeah laugh about my pain all you want”, he pouts.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, placing your hand on his butt to rub it gently.

“Yeah”, he huffs out air, “just a little upset that we had to stop.”

“Yeah, same. Stupid cramp”, you chuckle, “I mean, we can still continue if you want to.”

Seokjin gives you a boyish look and nods his head.

“Can we try it in reverse?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Like this”, Seokjin sits up and grabs a pillow. He turns on the mattress, lying down with his head facing the foot end of the bed. He lifts his legs back into position, looking at you through them, “just like this and then you slip down with your butt facing me and you can hold onto the headboard.”

“Yeah sure, that’s really hot. Are you sure that your butt can withstand it?” you tease.

“I’ll bully you too next time you get a cramp”, he mumbles with a pout, “remember when your leg cramped when you pegged me in the shower? Yeah who’s laughing now?”

You snicker, “gosh you’re so adorable”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes shyly.

You reach for the bottle of lube to smother his cock in a new layer of it. Seokjin sighs in reaction, eyes going from shy to terribly droopy. Once done, you position yourself atop of him again, showing off your butt.

“Wow, you’re so sexy”, Seokjin gasps, eyes widened in complete awe.

“Yeah? Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your butt just for him.

“I love it so much. Oh god, my cock’s so hard”, he whines, “please hurry up.”

"I am."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, aligning it with your dripping pussy. With one expert move, you sink back down on him, using the headboard for support.

“How's that?” you ask him, voice trembling because his cock curves so nicely like that. It feels so nice to sink back into the sensation. Warm and oh so intense.

“Good”, Seokjin croaks, “please don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t”, you say, finally moving up and down again. Slow for now to get your bodies used to the new sensations.

The position enables way easier movements than when you were facing him. Like this you can arch your back and really grind your pussy on his cock. It is also kinda hot to deprive yourself of his face, it makes the sounds he makes all the more delicious. 

“That's so fucking good, baby. Your cock’s so goddamn deep like that”, you lull, riding on the surge of warmth only he can make you feel.

“I don't wanna stop, please don't stop”, Seokjin begs with his head dizzy. You have no idea what kind of view he currently has. You seriously have no fucking idea just how hypnotised you’ve got him. Your sexy ass is jiggling each time you slam your hips down on him and your wet pussy is moving around his cock. Seokjin swears he's never had a sexier view, tearing up because he refuses to blink in order not to miss even a second of it.

“So pretty”, you rasp, eyes glued to something completely different. His hole, all exposed and looking oh so empty. You place your finger against it, eliciting a throat moan from him.

“Don't stop please...”

You outline it with your fingertip, pussy dripping down his cock in arousal. 

“Please”, he whimpers, eyelids fluttering in bliss. He feels on fire. This is way too good.

“Shit baby, your hole looks so pretty. Wanna stuff my finger in there”, you say.

“Please do it, please”, he begs, squirming under you needily.

The lube is running down his middle, covering not only his balls but also his hole. You gather more of it, spreading it on his soft rim. You could actually do it. With a fluttering heart, you dare to put pressure on his hole.

“Fuck”, Seokjin presses out, “fuck please more.”

“That’s so hot”, you murmur, putting more pressure.

His hole opens up, swallowing your finger to its first knuckle. Seokjin makes the neediest sound ever, cock throbbing inside your dripping pussy.

“That’s so nice, isn’t it?” you speak softly, pushing more of your digit inside.

“So nice…fuck oh god”, Seokjin moans, rolling his ankles while his fingers dig into his own thighs for support. The stretch is so intense. Not because your finger is way too big, but because you’ve got him so good this morning. Every inch of his body is so sensitive. Seokjin can barely handle the sensations of having your finger plug him up. Especially not when your wet pussy is bouncing on his cock like that.

You bottom out and curl it.

“There?” you ask him.

“Left, little to the left”, he pants.

You fix your position and curl your finger again.

“Ther-“, you can’t even finish your sentence and Seokjin already interrupts you with the loudest, most desperate moan ever. Jackpot.

“P-please, p-please”, he begs, clenching around you desperately.

“There we go. You’re such a good boy”, you praise, speeding up your hips again. His cock is so much harder ever since you started fingering his ass. You love the stretch he gives you, chasing the electric tingles with eager hips.

He is so warm inside. So warm and soft. And oh so tight, walls clenching around your finger each time you grind your fingertip against his prostate.

You know that he won’t be able to hold out for long anymore. Not only is his cock sensitive, but assplay always gets him way too needy. You tense your abs to keep yourself upright and slip your hand from the headboard to touch your own clit. Just a little help. You are so close yourself, you just need that little extra push.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” Seokjin croaks, feeling your tense around him.

“Playing with my clit”, you sigh, “feels so good Jinnie, love fucking you so much.”

“Holy shit, that’s so hot”, he presses out under his breath, throbbing inside you, “I’m so close.”

“I know baby, I know. Me too”, you lull, “keep breathing baby, I’m almost there.”

Seokjin tries to follow your orders, letting out the shakiest breaths ever. His hand is pressed back onto his eyes, blinding him to the room. His palm feels sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. All he minds is the intense pressure against his prostate and your tight pussy around his cock.

“Almost there baby, fuck I’m almost there”, you chant, hips stuttering and finger pressing together against your clit.

“Can I cum when you cum? Please I, I don’t think I can stop myself”, he pleads, voice squeaky and weak.

“Yes baby, but wait for me yeah?”

“Yeah, yes. I-I’ll wait”, he stutters, “oh god, your pussy’s so good.”

“Your cock’s so good too”, you say with struggle in your voice, “fuck okay, Jinnie I think I’m gonna cum.”

Seokjin moans, clenching around your digit in excitement. Just one more curl of your finger and he’ll follow right after you. His prostate is so sensitive, his cock burns from holding back.

“O-okay now. Fuck now Jin-“ your voice cuts off as a loud moan shakes through you as you orgasm right around his perfect cock.

You somehow manage to press your finger right against his prostate with such rough intensity that Seokjin climaxes way harder than he thought he would. Truly for a moment, he feared that he might throw you off. If you weren’t bouncing on him like a mad woman, chasing your own soul crushing high, he probably would have.

You come down together. You barely manage to slip off his cock before your body collapses in exhaustion. You drop right next to him, laying belly first and cheek squished on the mattress. You feel dead.

Seokjin feels the same, feeling oh so far away from his body as he is trying to catch his breath.

“Well damn”, you mumble.

“Yeah”, he agrees.

“My pussy’s still throbbing.”

Seokjin laughs tiredly, rolling his head to the side to look at you. All he can see is your butt and legs.

“I would say same, but I don’t have a pussy.”

You snort ungracefully, craning your neck to be able to look at him. Your eyes meet, cracking both of you up. You laugh loudly and wholeheartedly, reaching for each other as best as possible. Your fingers barely manage to intertwine but it is still enough to make you feel oh so connected with each other.

“This was seriously so much fun”, you say.

“Yeah, it was”, he says and smiles brightly, “we have to do this again someday.”

“Yeah totally. Without the butt cramp though.”

Seokjin snickers, “why? I thought that was the best part”, he jokes, making you chuckle loudly.

[capn-twitchery]

buttercup for twitch and grace

Buttercup - Does your OC have any odd quirks/habits?

OOO let me think >:3c twitch up first but honestly it would be quicker to list what Isn't odd about twitch

obvious one is refusing to be seen without their glasses, those are very important!!

since they spend so much time at zee, they tend to walk oddly and sway when they're on dry land. zee legs too strong, ruined their real legs. (i wish i could find an irl example but this incredibly low quality jack sparrow video will have to do)

they are never, ever, still. if they're talking, they're gesturing. if they're thinking, they're pacing. if they're sitting, they're fidgeting around. if they're sleeping they are swinging the hammock. perpetual motion machine

terrible habit of hopping over the ship railing and just hanging over the side of the ship, for no reason whatsoever. yes they have fallen off before, yes they will fall off again, no this will not stop them

they make way too intense eye contact. you can't really tell, since you can't see their eyes, but i'm not sure if that makes it better or worse actually

not sure if this counts as a quirk but they 100% laugh way too loud. laugh you can pick out across a crowded bar

for grace:

he hums & whistles to himself a lot when he's alone working on tasks--mostly sea shanties the crew used to sing on expeditions

he won't go to zee (on the rare occasions he does now) without a sketchbook, some watercolours + something to read. he's seen cabin fever at its worst and wants to keep his mind busy

a semi-rich upbringing & navy training affect all of his mannerisms--he was there for a long time. perfectly pressed clothes, perfectly made bed, walk like you have so much purpose everyone gets out of your way instinctively even though he looks like a sad wet dog

he's Very still & calm, doesn't gesture much when he talks & is very good at staying stoically polite & approachable. (you can tell when he's stressed bc this starts to crack. if he's pacing he's 0.2 seconds away from a breakdown)

when he's nervous, he kind of obsessively attends to "duties." on a ship that means keeping extra tabs on crew & supplies, constantly making sure everything is accounted for, offering help to anyone within range. otherwise, it means cleaning. a lot.

internalised enforced politeness also means he greets almost everyone with a handshake like it's a goddamn business meeting. this is the only physical contact you will ever get out of him bc he values his personal space too much otherwise

has a habit of just kind of hanging around, in case he can help. he finds it difficult to know what to do with himself when he's not needed

Flowery OC Asks

[guardevoir]

So!

Arts and crafts convention!

I got dragged to one on very short notice because a friend I hadn't seen in forever suggested I take a quick little day trip to visit her and look at the spinning guild's con booth while I'm at it, and despite being notoriously bad with short-notice plans, I actually fucking got over myself for once!

It was fun! Even if I apparently remain completely incapable of dealing with crowds.

I found myself one of those little 3D-printed articulated dragons/lizards I've wanted since forever, got some assorted bits 'n bobs (like a cheesy metal raven skull pendant that'll go great with my vulture LARP character), and also got to hang out with the spinning folks for a bit.

Tried out a Kromski Fantasia (surprisingly pretty irl, and also a surprisingly nice, agile-feeling wheel for a double-treadle*, but ngl I'm still happy I went with my Kiwi, even if I still think it's comparatively really ugly. Turns out the upside of the rough-hewn boxy IKEA look is that it's incredibly fucking stable and has zero wobbling anywhere compared to the Fantasia or my vintage wheel), tried out one of the Ashford top-whorl spindles (they don't feel as heavy in person as you'd expect them to and I liked them a surprising amount (they are speedy!), but at the end of the day I find bottom-whorl spindles more comfortable to use)

Here's my tiny skein of very badly chain-plied yarn from that spindle:

(I promise I know how to chain ply better than that (vaguely), but between the sensory overload and the unfamiliar equipment, I'm glad I got a yarn out of it at all)

And they also let me take one of their "blended by random booth visitors" rolags!

This is very likely to turn into pure mud, but I was intensely intrigued by the mystery of it all.

*I'm sorry, I know people like their double treadles, but I just hate how they feel. If there had been a good, foldable budget option with one normal-width goddamn treadle I would have gone for that one immediately.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Well i wouldn’t call them “anti-sex purity folk”, these guys are sometimes anything BUT pure lol

I think it’s because violent taboos like murder and cannibalism are literally the most normalized in fiction, that when someone looks at it they fail to see that it’s still a taboo, and can be on the same level as other dark topics such as pedophilia because they both can literally get you to prison if you act on them irl!!!

I remember seeing people call an artist weird for drawing william afton as a silly guy, and i tell you dude, SO MANY PEOPLE came into that artists defense claiming “it’s not real! So it’s okay!!”

People can cosplay william all the time, but when it’s someone like valentino from hazbin hotel, they get harrassed (im not sure if you heard of the valentino cosplay drama, but that literally happened…) and even doing something such as calling val your favorite character can get you looked at weird…

I’ve decided not to use the proship label (because i don’t want to be associated with the negatives in the community…i don’t want another drama.) but im still chill with proshippers interacting with me, talking to me and other stuff because i still understand that i am not any better!! And honestly? I wish more proshippers interacted with my account because i can’t say what i think unless i speak in their spaces as an anon (which is what im doing here)

Toss some quotes around the purity then, lol.

But yeah, no. I've watched folks thirst over and cosplay fucking Jeffrey Dahmer with ZERO repercussions, there's no goddamn reason why anybody should be attacked for liking Valentino as a character. If anything, folks need to realize that as far as Hazbin characters go, he's an incredibly well written villain. It takes a good villain to make you hate em.

Super fair to avoid the label. Avoid it like a plague unless you're comfortable with the risk of harassment, because unfortunately, that's a thing that happens. If you ever get sick of asks, though, I do like how you can comment from individual sideblogs. It's pretty nifty. I've got normalish sideblogs 1-11, this one and the sister blog, and then like. The associated homestuck blog and unassociated whump blog. And nobody knows that 90% of those blogs are run by the same bitch. Which also keeps all the hate towards the label concentrated right here. It's like a filing system for death threats.

[ofliterarynature]

DECEMBER 2023 WRAP UP

[loved liked ok no thanks (reread) book club*]

Mixed Magics • Chalice • To Shape a Dragon's Breath • The Haunting Season • Hither Page • The Henchmen of Zenda • System Collapse • The Phantom of the Opera • An Unexpected Peril • A Minor Chorus* • The September House • (The Dream Thieves) • The Fragile Threads of Power • The Pinhoe Egg • (Network Effect) • Some Desperate Glory

total: 16 (audiobook: 12 / ebook: 4)

Happy New Year booklr! Here's to actually getting my last monthly wrap-up post of 2023 out in decent time for once.

Some Desperate Glory - I'm getting myself off to a bad start here because I don't actually remember much from the book and I didn't write a review at the time. oops. But I do remember that once things got going I was hooked, and I couldn't wait to pick the audiobook back up. Definitely some content warnings to look out for, but an incredible read. I definitely need to go back and check out the author's other work.

Network Effect - the last book of my Murderbot reread, still great, glad to have finally read this in a text format! Also better suited to be read *after* Fugitive Telemetry, I wish I'd known to read them in chronological order the first time.

The Pinhoe Egg - a nice wrap up to the main Chrestomanci series! Though if anyone can tell me why on eARTH the 'recommended' reading order is like *that*, please explain it to me. I'd forgotten so many things by the time we got back to Cat, if I ever reread I'm going chronologically.

The Fragile Threads of Power - lord help me, I could do a whole rant. A quick summary of my relationship to this series: loved Shades of Magic when it first came out, did not love/was very annoyed by most of it when I reread them in 2023. Also have not really liked any of Schwab's other work. BUT. I was under the impression that this spinoff would have new main characters, and the old ones would be present but not in the center. If I didn't just make this up, it was LIES. The original MC's still dominate probably at least 60% of the book, and you'd think 7 years in-book and more experience on behalf of the writer would mature them, but a) no, and b) so many goddamn flashbacks. And Kel's assasin-sona was so cringe I wanted to cry. I did actually like the new main character which really is the biggest shame of all. If you see me contemplating the next book please stop me.

The Dream Thieves - I don't know that I have much to add yet to my thoughts about TRB in my Nov post, but I've been having a very strange experience where when I'm actively reading these, I'm having an incredibly good time; when I'm not I completely forget I was reading it. lol?

The September House - this is possibly the closest to my ideal horror book that I've ever found??!!? I have a weird relationship with horror, wherein I am not uninterested, but I almost never enjoy the ones I read (I think it has to do with my irl anxiety, idk). But THIS one. It's such an INCREDIBLE blend of like, mundane horrors and dark humor? I loved it. The "you can live with the horrors if you just follow the rules" is very much my vibe, and the way the author chose to have it integrate with the main character's experiences of domestic abuse was very smart. Deeply enjoyed, but probably won't be a favorite.

A Minor Chorus - this month's book club pick! I really really wish I'd liked this, and I'm torn between "thank god it was short," and "oh I wish this was longer." It's about a queer Indigenous doctoral student in Canada who's somewhat lost his way on his dissertation and is instead writing a novel (maybe), inspired by the stories of people in his community. On one hand, the writing was sometimes very beautiful and the different stories were interesting! On the other, my academic-speak abilities are limited, and the narrator did not hold back. He even explicitly states at one point, oh I can't describe my book this way to [character] because he won't understand my academic language. And...yeah. My brain got a little overwhelmed and I skimmed a lot of those parts. The hopeful part of me thinks if that if the book had been longer maybe I would have had time to "get it," but idk.

An Unexpected Peril - Veronica Speedwell is as Veronica Speedwell does. Had a good time with this even though it's proving to not be the most memorable. Mostly I remember intensely panicking over whether or not V had practiced forging the princess's signature, lol.

The Phantom of the Opera - this was a last minute sub for my classics challenge; I've never seen any of the adaptations, but I happened to see the book on tumblr when I was scrambling for a replacement and thought it might be fun. And it was! Quite ridiculous and dramatic, and I had a good time reading it. I was surprised by the outsider POV on the story, but it was good, just a shame that it didn't allow Christine to tell her own story. If anyone has a Christine-centered retelling I should read, let me know! And are there any adaptations I should watch?

System Collapse - new Murderbot! I was so excited for this, I'm irritated that my brain and work schedule didn't want to cooperate and let me read my nice pretty hardcover; I ended up getting the audiobook from the library instead. I had an incredible time, because it's Murderbot, how could I not? But it's also interesting, because Network Effect felt quite cohesive and contained on its own, but this feels very much like an in-between story (almost like Fugitive Telemetry), rather than a continuation of the same thread. I'll be interested to see where Martha takes us from here.

The Henchmen of Zenda - my last KJ Charles of the year! I did mean to get through all of her books, but things slipped by me these last few months so I still have a couple, but managed to fit this standalone in! It's not the only time she's pulled characters from works of classic fiction, and I admit, I'm now very curious and kind of want to read the original Prisoner of Zenda? Definitely this version had an exciting plot that was fun to read, though I don't think it'll be my favorite of her works (yay for a non-traditional relationship structure tho :)

Hither, Page - I don't think I've read Cat Sebastian before, but I've had this one recommended and it sounds right up my ally - historical/cozy myster/spy shenanigans/gay romance! And it was an incredibly pleasant read, would recommend, but I do think it could have been better as both a mystery and a romance.

The Haunting Season - I almost picked this up in October for spooky season, but put if off for Dec since it's meant to be wintery ghost stories - and only just remembered it in time! I almost wish I hadn't. The first two stories were so meh for me that I almost DNF'd it, I just didn't want the fuss of having to find a new audiobook for work the last day before Christmas break. Luckily Natasha Pulley showed up next with a good story (I really ought to read her books) and there was a good run of 4 stories with another 2 meh to round things out. It wasn't a total loss, but I wouldn't really recommend.

To Shape a Dragon's Breath - If you've seen people singing the praises of this book, they're not wrong! It's a very good if sometimes heavy read, and this is definitely the closest I've gotten to liking a boarding school story since Protector of the Small (I got burned out on them very quickly, lol). It does sometimes read like the debut it is, it's not perfect (lots of infodump speeches, lord save me from the technicalities of alchemy/chemistry, and I would have liked to see more done in her relationship with her dragon), but it's also doing some incredible and unique things that really make me want to see more books in this series and whatever else the author writes.

Chalice - I've read Robin Mckinley before and I've found her work ok, but this one has been repeatedly recommended in the HOTE discord server - I figured it would be a good one to wrap up the year with! And surprise surprise, the fealty-coded discord loves a book about... fealty XD and good stewardship, and magic bees, etc. It's incredibly on brand, and I had a lovely time with this fairy-tale of a book.

Mixed Magics - a collection of Chrestomanci short stories; I actually read one of the stories a few months ago due to the recommended reading order (bleh), and thought it would be fairly simple to finish it off before the end of the year, now that I'd finished the rest of the series. All fun, if not equally interesting, and a nice end to the year. Now I just need to find a new Diana Wynne Jones series to try (not on audiobook, alas, my library is all out of those).

(I did almost consider then binging the Hither, Page sequel on new year's eve, just so I wouldn't split the series, but decided against it :D)

[shuttershocky]

Hey, is having one guy ruining a match of dota (pubs mostly) a commonplace in all skill level or is it just because I'm still on the lower skill level here (I have 1k+ hours and I tried ranked for fun and get Crusader 3, I think)

The trench never ends. I have buddies in Immortal bracket that still get griefers, only sometimes in Divine / Immortal you also get account buyers so they're not actively griefing you, they're just horrifically outside of their proper skill level.

Dota 2 is really a game best played with friends. Playing solo is more of mental training in a gravity chamber, imo. I have become so much better at handling stress, fear, and frustration irl because even being harassed by the cops looking for bribe money is a simpler communication challenge than trying to get these goddamn animals in the SEA server to work together. Arguing that I deserve a raise at work is easy as shit compared to arguing with incredibly racist Asians that if the dog/pig/monkey/maid (that's me) loses the game, they will too on account of being on the same team, and what matters more to them, their hatred of me, or their rank?

They usually realize it's their rank.

[kynamo]

hello!! i just wanted to ask a few questions if that's fine

1) ur style is amazing!! i enjoy how soft it all looks - its not a question just wanted to say that

2) why do you like bkdk? not trying to be rude or anything! i'm really curious is all

3) what brushes/programs do you use, i've been curious about it for a while now

Whoa my first ask!

thank you so much!!! I'm glad you enjoy my style so much, it makes me happy to see people enjoy my art

I'll answer your third question first as that will be a much shorter response HA; I use Clip Studio Paint, as for my brushes I use all sorts of brushes that I've downloaded from the shop. But the brushes I've been using the most lately is one called 6B Pen! the content ID is: 1995920 if that helps :)

as for your second question... this will be a lengthy response! and a bit of spoilers too the further I talk (1.2k words! goddamn)

I've honestly loved both Deku and Bakugo since the beginning! Their dynamic is one of the most interesting dynamics I've seen in a while personally. I was really into MHA back in 2016-2017 (my irls that knew me then will know this as a fact) and I was a HUGE Deku fan. I remember when the panels of Bakugo getting kidnapped happened and that was WILD. I knew since the beginning that these two were not gonna just disappear from each other's lives, they were connected to each other.

Witnessing Bakugo's development made me root for him and love him. A lot of people want him to change his entire personality which doesn't make sense to me, like he wouldn't be Bakugo without the attitude. He's a flawed character who has changed for the better. I'm honestly glad it took him a while to apologize. You actually got to see the progression of him realizing that he fucked up and is genuinely sorry for what he’s done. If it had been done any sooner the apology wouldn’t have been as impactful. He wouldn’t have been as genuine otherwise. That’s HIGHLY important to him as a character. There’s so much I can say about him as a character as there’s quite a lot of depth to him that I heavily enjoy!

I’ll leave Bakugo with one final thing as I’ve said so much already gejdndn but!! I think one of the major things some people struggle with when it comes to change is that change doesn’t always mean changing every aspect of yourself. Changing every part of yourself can sometimes make you feel lost or like an impostor in your own skin. I think it’s important for Bakugo’s character to have the development to understand he isn’t invincible, that he can lose, he’s made mistakes and has been trying to make up for it, and it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to feel but you can no longer bottle it up like once before. Those days are over. But that doesn’t mean he has to change the core part of himself. He’s learned his own way of what it means to be a hero.

Yeah Bakugo is loud! He’s proud! He’s witty! He’s able to adapt to situations and he’s quick to think about what he needs to do to reach absolute victory! He’s learned the lesson that he doesn’t have to be nice, but he needs to be kind. Those are two very different things. He’s never gonna stop swearing and being a bit of a menace but you know you always got someone in your corner when you need it with him.

Deku to me is also an incredibly interesting character. In the beginning he wasn’t super confident about himself, he had to play catch-up to all of his peers when they’ve had their quirks since they were 4! That means he had to work harder, be smarter, to be adaptable as he wasn’t able to use OFA to its full potential. While everyone had years worth of practice when it came to trying to get into UA, he had less than a DAY. There was also a giant secret that was his responsibility to keep at such a young age.

A secret… that he immediately told Bakugo about.

Deku who wasn’t confident in himself, someone who was told he could never do it, a boy who had no power of his own, yet he had a soul/heart of a hero. He naturally wanted to save. The kicker is his first need to save came about because of Bakugo. Deku saw Bakugo and his body moved on it's own. There's so much to unpack with that alone! But Deku obviously had his development occur over the series.

He struggled with this idea that he had to do this alone. He was isolated from his peers due to having to keep this massive secret from them. You can see he got close to his friends, but he didn't really talk to them about himself. Yeah they were close! But he kept a lot of his guard up around them still.

He was friendly but he wasn't open.

It was interesting to witness this arc of his over time how he became more confident in himself and in his abilities to save. But there was also another set of developments that were occurring that has led us to his vigilante arc. This need to be a hero led him down isolation. He became fearful because Shigaraki figured out his weakness.

Deku doesn't want to admit to his own feelings.

Deku keeps it locked up.

And that to me is when shit gets real fascinating.

I said earlier that Bakugo has become more open over time. He's accepted his feelings and isn't trying to bottle it up any longer. Deku on the other hand who is seen having his heart on his sleeve never tells anyone what he is really thinking. Every once in a while does he actually say what's truly on his mind (“I could admire All Might from a distance, but you were right there. This amazing person in my life! That's why I always… I always… chased after you!” - Deku says this in chapter 119!) but other than that he keeps his cards rather close to his chest (“When the urge to win is stronger than the desire to save, I tend to run my mouth a little more without thinking. You'd think I'd hate myself for that, but…somewhere deep inside… It's because you're who I picture when I think of ‘victory.’” - Deku's thoughts in chapter 120!).

It wasn't until recently that we, as the readers - have been entirely closed off from what Deku is thinking. Yet there has been a new possibility that has just opened up: Bakugo's thoughts.

"Because for all of his triumphs, he was still just a damned nerd." (chapter 348!)

Holy fuck??

Everyone is pretty much certain at this point in time that Bakugo was the one narrating chapter 348. Deku closed his thought process off but Bakugo has opened up his. Quite the fucking development if I do say so myself. They somehow swapped! And I can talk for two hours about this (and I have actually! the power of neurodivergency is so real) but I should cut this much shorter HELP

This all adds up to why these guys are my favorite out of the whole series. Their separate development including how their arcs go with each other and bounce off one another is so fucking cool!! They're foils of each other and it just works. I've always been interested in characters and how they'll change over the course of time and these two have really made my brain rattle.

It's due to this that to me they just work overall. Shit you don't even have to see them in a romantic light if you really don't want to. But to me: they're partners in every sense of the word. Their relationship cannot be broken, they're always meant to have the other in their lives. And that's why I ship them.

Plus to me they're just so silly... how could you not love them???

THANK YOU IF YOU REACHED THIS FAR?? and thank you anon for asking!!!

[pollenallergie]

18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

eddie asks you to his (third) senior prom because he knows you never got to go to yours <3

he takes you dress shopping at one of the big thrift stores in the city (bigger thrift store = larger size range & larger range of clothing quality = better chances of finding something that you actually like and that actually fits you) <3

you find a gorgeous, vintage dress and try it on for him; giddy with excitement because it’s so pretty and you think it might be your size. your excitement increased tenfold when you try it on and it actually somewhat fits; it’s a little big in some areas and a little tight in others, but prom is far enough away, so you have enough time to tailor it to your form. when you step out of the dressing room to show him, he nearly creams his pants because fuck you look beautiful and fuck that dress shows off your curves and fuck your body is so fucking incredible and fuckity fuck fuck look how happy you look, you’re so adorable and he’s such a fucking geek. <3

you’re both twenty, so it’s kind of weird, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. you’ve only ever slow danced with your parent(s), in the comfort of your living room when you were but a wee babe, so you’re pretty nervous about that. eddie’s only ever slowed dance once in his entire life, at the Snow Ball with his middle school crush, Melanie Krakowski, and it wasn’t great because he kept stepping on her and he couldn’t stop staring at her boobs, so he’s equally as nervous. it all goes well, though the two of you only end up staying for like four songs… after that, like the rebellious horndogs you are, the two of you dip out early to go get high and fuck in one of the empty classrooms. <3

eddie carves both of your initials and the words “we fucked here” into the wood of the teacher’s desk and it’s only then that you spot the little paperweight with “Ms. O’Donnell” engraved on it. oops. <3

eddie has to suffer through about thirty hours of detention in total & nearly doesn’t get to graduate because of that “oops,” but he still thinks it was worth it <3

you disagree (with the vandalism, not the sex) <3

they’ve never been able to sand your initials off of her desk, but the were at least able to do enough damage to the “we fucked here” bit so that it now just looks like eddie carved both your initials and then some miscellaneous squiggles. but hawkin’s high legend keeps the memory alive of what it actually said long after eddie’s gone (mostly thanks to mike and the sinclair siblings, who spread the tale like wildfire during the remainder of their time at HHS). also chrissy took a polaroid of it before they did anything to it because she’s a silly little billy. she gave the polaroid to eddie as a graduation present. he paid to get a blown up copy of it which is now framed and sitting above the haphazardly covered up fireplace of your shithole apartment (fuck irl landlords that do that shit), on display like a goddamn trophy. <3

[habeascorpseus]

for everyone drawing memes about techno fighting jesus/god or for seeing memes of techno fighting jesus/god:

- Jesus isnt white. or at least, he's not super pale, having been born in the middle east- but, middle eastern people are not a monolith nor do they all look the same. it is very possible for dark and pale people to exist within the same family, even.

- god isnt actually described in the bible. they can be whatever skin tone you want.

- if you see a pale jesus/god drawing, please dont criticize it in the notes, or at the Very least, make your own goddamn post. its incredibly rude to criticize art made about people who recently passed away, especially if what you find wrong with the art isnt even disrespectful towards the subject of the art themselves. imagine walking into an irl memorial service and criticizing the paintings of jesus in the chapel for being white. youd get slapped. dont do it, or keep your discomfort to your own blog, please.

[andthebeanstalk]

Hi there, I just wanted to stop by to say thank you for making your recent post about ‘getting dependent on mobility aids’ — I was tempted to comment on the post itself, but since replies have been shut off (which I’m assuming is because people were missing the point?), I figured anonymity would make it easier for me to share this😅 I think it’s important that you know it’s helping not only able bodied people look at it from a different perspective, but other ‘disabled’ people as well.

I’m 23, and have a whole host of health conditions, only a handful of which have actually been diagnosed, the others are still a mystery, and struggle a lot with feeling guilty about taking up space in the community, and the fact that I’m considering getting a mobility aid, because of all of those same reasons people around me have been telling me since I got sick. Reading this post helps make me feel a little bit better about the whole thing, and I just want to thank you for that❤️

— 🥀✨ Anon

[Anon is referring to this satire post I made]

Hey, this is the sweetest most rewarding goddamn message, and I'm incredibly grateful to you for it!! 💖💖💖💖

Also, it validates that everything I write about disability is ultimately written with the hope of making disabled people's lives better, and comments like this mean I am making worthwhile writing/art!!!

Also,

I want to make one thing very very clear:

There IS space for you here.

Obviously I don't speak for the entire disabled community, but I know I am not the only one who sees someone struggling to accept a disabled identity and has the thought, "Hey. Impostor syndrome is basically universal in the newly-disabled. Dont sweat it. You are welcome here."

So... You are welcome here. Says who? Says me. You are allowed to take up space in this community. You have more than permission, you have an invitation. You never needed one to take pride in your identity, but you have it now, in case that helps.

(Learning to undo our own internalized ableism is literally a lifelong process, but it is a worthwhile one.)

The best chances we have at survival and at thriving are by holding onto each other like a goddamn gundam made of cripples and neurodivergents, with no one being left behind.

Therefore, your presence (if you are respectful and kind, which seem to be your vibe) actually ADDS to our collective strength, rather than taking from it.

The actual "limited resources" that we're told disabled people must compete over are a result of systems that enforce a false idea of scarcity and trap us in isolation, poverty, and sickness.

Often, disabled people are the primary lifeline to other disabled people, actually. In my own personal experience (as disability is a huge category and no experience is universal among us except ableism), I've seen VERY little IRL competition among disabled people, but many instances of disabled people working together to demand a better conditions, plus countless instances of disabled people taking care of each other in everyday life.

The "prove you are disabled beyond a shadow of a doubt" mentality also supports these deadly ableist systems because it allows those in power to deny aid to those who cannot meet a ludicrously high burden of proof.

- Fuck that. Fuck that. I believe you. You have a condition that limits your ability? You can't do one or more vital tasks without constant pain?? That's a disability. You're disabled. And there's room for you to sit with us. Welcome.

I know that some people have internalized ableism, and occasionally this community does deal with the issue of gatekeeping. But I really believe those people are a vocal minority of the community as a whole - Most of us are just glad to have another comrade and co-conspirator!

There IS enough for all of us, and historically the only way these systems have actually changed is through a whole lot of disabled people banding together and helping to keep each other alive in the meantime.

And it's okay if what you need to do is just focus on keeping yourself alive. Like I said, you're a vital member of the team now, and the core of disability advocacy is someone should never be left behind. - It is morally and socially right for you to take care of yourself both on a collective and individual level, and that includes experimenting with mobility aids!

BUT ALSO - and this is VITAL - even if you go your WHOLE LIFE using more resources than you are able to provide, even if you can "only" contribute the extensive labor of keeping yourself alive for your entire life, you'd still DESERVE COMFORT, RESPECT, ACCOMMODATION, AND CARE. You would still be a valued part of this team because people who need a lot of help are not "drains", they are ENTIRE PEOPLE.

YOU are an entire person!

And if we as disabled people only measure value by how much a person can DO, then we become no better than the ableist systems that terrorize our lives whether we have accepted disability as an identity or not!

You are worth the effort of caring for you because you are ALIVE and a PERSON.

And while I don't believe in laziness as a concept, this would include you even if you were "lazy". Even if you were mean. I probably wouldn't want to invite a mean person to stuff - but like I said, you don't need an invitation to be in this community. You don't need permission to care for yourself or to have the rights of a full person!

Sacrifice for no reason is just self-harm!

You deserve accommodation because it is a HUMAN RIGHT to reduce pain and improve your quality of life without hurting anyone!!! You are wanted here even if you cannot fight or advocate or produce!!! It is not selfish to care for yourself with the tenderness you would show to a little puppy in pain! Or if it is, then maybe selfishness can be beautiful sometimes! - That is the core tenet of cripple punk and of disability liberation. ALL of us matter. Period. End of sentence. Full stop.

... All this to say, I think getting a mobility aid is a great idea!! And it makes me so so happy to rep how amazing it is to have the accommodations you need!

Just yesterday, I went out with my new rollator for the first time (now that I finally live somewhere without stairs!), and I felt so happy and free that even though I just went to a grocery store pharmacy, I had the BEST TIME. I can't run on my own, but with the rollator? I can really move!! I was beaming the whole time!

I even crossed paths with an older woman in my building who was complaining about how embarrassing it was to be the only person with the walker on the floor, and the way that her expression changed when she saw me and when I said how happy I was to have my new walker is something that will stick with me forever! (Her aid worker actually hugged me - it was a magical pharmacy trip, y'all - and my joints feel AMAZING getting exercise I couldn't do without the walker!)

For years now, every time I stand or walk somewhere, being upright has been a matter of calculating how much pain I can take before it is unbearable - mapping out stoops to sit on, places on the ground less likely to be wet from rain, store floors to collapse on - but with my rollator (which I have named Blue Gator the Rollator)??? I SIT THE SECOND I NEED TO, AND WITH THIS POWER I WALKED FURTHER THAN I HAVE IN YEARS.

It brings me immense joy to let people know how important that is, how important their comfort is. To get people to question how much pain and isolation must actually be cultivated and sacrificed on the altar of "move like an abled person"!!

What a badass act of rebellion to say "fuck you I'm getting that goddamn cane and I might get a walker while I'm at it!!!", "fuck you I don't deserve to be in unnecessary pain!!!", "fuck you i don't deserve to be doing constant damage to my joints and nervous system by standing in pain all the time!!!"

Plus, I keep a water bottle and a folding cane (and a phone charger and a notebook) in the little pouch under the rollator seat! (and this time I actually read the safety manual, which everyone should do!)

Okay this got really long (and at some point half the draft got deleted and had to be re-written from memory), but tbh I'm not sorry. I don't know you, but I'm terribly proud of you. Like, the pride fills my chest with warm expanding light when i think of someone coming closer to getting the things they need to thrive.

I hope you get all the accommodations you need and then some more on top of that! You deserve less pain! You deserve to take up space! You deserve to sit with us if you want to! Welcome welcome welcome welcome welcome. ❤

P.S. I actually didn't get any nasty replies to the post itself - I had to change the reply settings on my account because of an unrelated post in which I criticized the queerbaiting in a popular piece of media, and thus was suffering a Deluge of people sliding into the replies to defend the queerbaiting like they were Sherlock/Supernatural fans in the year 2010. 😅 but I am very happy you reached out anyway!!! Thank you again! You made my day!! 🥰🥰🥰

[haesunflower]

Okay so ZB1 fancon:

First seeing them in real life (again) was incredible!!! I was so far away that I could barely actually see their faces haha but like just to be in the room where it happens and to see them get so excited and happy was a dream!!

Also I might have gained some new bias wreckers from that???

But Taerae was making sure that everyone knew that their mic’s were on!! He was singing his goddamn heart out.

Unfortunately I don’t actually know that much Korean, so most of the talking was lost on me but like watching them do their challenges was fun.

Sorry if this isn’t coherent, I just have so many thoughts and I want to get them all out haha

Also any questions please ask

-🤩

please expound on your new wreckers!!!

also do tell - which members look really different irl bc I’m hearing things about Ricky’s beauty not being captured well by the camera and Gunwook’s aura being so so so diff and powerful in a good way

[circular-jerkular]

Introjects, Sex, and Gender

I'm gonna preface this with the understanding that I'm not a really well spoken guy, and I don't typically talk about this sorta thing. I just wanna get it off my chest, and I know we've got this blog to help others figure shit out too, so.

Hey there -- I'm an introject of a character from a book series, and today, I wanna talk about sex and gender and how that's a goddamn minefield of emotions.

For starters: my source is... okay, so he's not homophobic, let's give him more credit than that. He's fine with gay guys. He's just got some daddy issues, y'know? His dad is gay, and it took him a real long time to come to terms with his dad abandoning his family and career cause of everything.

I came into this system with a lot of that baggage, but suddenly, none of it was true. I was able to start figuring myself out. And myself was now a dude with tits, a vagina, and a libido the size of Texas.

Now, I don't have as much issues with the body as you might think. I look in the mirror and I go, "What a hot chick." That's cause I don't really see this as my body yet -- it's her body, it's the body. Not my body. I've been working on that, but it's hard. Regardless, I've definitely had fun experimenting with my body, even if it don't feel like mine.

What's been less fun has been discovering I'm bisexual, and maybe even some weird gender fuckery?

My partner is AFAB. It's nice, cause that aligns to what I know and, Ill be real, when I first came around, I just kinda saw them as Girl-Lite. I don't anymore, I get their gender now, but I didn't have to confront shit immediately when I met them. But we also have the resident horn dog, Curtis, and his husband, Numb. And, well, Numb instantly fell hard for me. I remind him of Curt a lot.

Issue being, I kinda liked Numb back. And Curtis is a great guy, and I couldn't say I wasn't interested.

Which made me fucking spiral. Hard.

Book-me never felt that way. Book-me never wanted to fuck another dude. SO why did I want to? What was wrong with me?

Secret was, nothing was wrong with me. I ain't him. I ain't from a book. I'm from a traumatized mind who saw this guy, this fantastic guy who could tackle everything, who learned to manage his anger and use it, to stay angry and be angry, and who gives a shit what others say -- that mind saw that guy and said we need him. And so I showed up, an approximation of a character.

Took me a real long time to come to terms with that.

To some degree, this is where source separation comes in. I had to acknowledge that I ain't book-me, and he isn't me. There's a lot of differences between us. I'm autistic, bisexual, and today I've even been real fucked up about gender and stuff. He's strong, sexy, and confident -- things I ain't been feeling lately.

Look, I know there's a lot I gotta learn (and I apologize if any of this is offensive). But it's been hard just getting this far. This far being, today I got fucked outta my mind by Curt, Numb, and my IRL partner, and god was it incredible. And I look back at where I started -- trying to push the other parts away cause ew, no, disgusting, that's not me-- and I realize how much of this ability to be who I am now is because of what I've now pushed aside and grown from.

At some point, y'all introjects out there gotta branch out. Maybe you do align to your source pretty closely, and I wish y'all the best of luck on that one, sounds pretty nice. But you don't get to decide that, not fully, till you start living as yourself. If I didn't let Numb and Curt in (and no, not sexually, but that too), I never woulda grown up a bit and been the guy I am. And the guy I am is gay and shit. Well, Bi, I still like girls, but you get the picture.

Not really sure where I"m going with this now, lol. I think I'll just leave that at that. If anyone relates, hell yeah, but if not, just leave it be as a personal thing I'm dealing with today.

[amiharana]

UHMM do you have anything for a YouTubers revalink au?? I adore modern aus

lowkey if revalink were youtubers they would beef so hard like it would be worse than the j*mes ch*rles beauty community controversy of 2019. like i need someone to make that one meme of the tati westbrook 'breaking my silence' meme but it's zelda and the video would be her complaining about how annoying link and revali are on the internet like she has nothing to do with the drama she just is sick of them 😭

i have some ideas for more specific youtuber aus with revalink like the kpop stans to lovers au and the recent hip hop dancers au ask with lovely oomf @cryiling, but outside those aus, i kinda enjoy the idea of link doing dance covers vs revali doing singing covers but that might just be my inner choir kid speaking LMFAO

imagining them both starting to gain traction, and someone jokingly tweeting about how revalink babies would be the most musically talented people alive, only for revali to qrt with "As if I'd ever have a child with someone like him." and it causes The Drama Ever. just revalink constantly subtweeting each other and feeding the flames of the controversy and their friends being fucking tired of them complaining about each other irl. revalink subtweet so viciously about each other to the point where people start qrting like "you guys fight like a married couple" or "i just Know the hatesex go crazy" 😭😭

the drama just keeps getting worse until both revali and link have the same idea at the same exact time to post a video of them performing the other's talent, e.g. link will do a song cover and revali will do a dance cover, to prove that they're better than their respective peer. link does a cover to 'stay here' by gaho and revali does a cover to the orchestral version of 'black swan' by bts and it's genuinely. incredible, show stopping, amazing like. everyone knew link was a good dancer and revali was a good singer, but now they're good at each other's thing?????

it doesn't just stop at each other's fanbases. of course revalink watch each other's video in secret LMAO and the look on each other's faces when they watch each other's videos... link is blushing open-mouthed because goddamn revali has an insane amount of body control to be pulling this choreography off..... revali starting entranced at his computer screen with link's song cover on loop, unable to turn away from the screen like he's a sailor to a siren, link hits those high notes beautifully..... you know what, maybe having kids with each other wouldn't be a bad idea......... 😊

bonus fake tweets i made because i love social media aus:

[robobrainmurdermysterytheatre]

I’m so sorry to everyone on the East Coast of the US but my sense of geography of your side of the country is awful. For years the only places I knew were like, NY and Florida and like there are “southern” states between the two, then north of NY is... Maine? (None of that is true, there are like 12 states between NY and Florida and 15 between NY and Maine one of which is Fallout 4)

I’m not exactly sure *what* I thought was between the “East Coast” and Ohio, but it’s only within the last year - and because of Fallout 76 - that I learned Ohio is... not really in the northern center of the map of the country? By Montana? Or something? (Sorry Ohio. Not sorry, actually, though.) It borders PA and WV.

So in my fic I needed a place that one of my characters goes from WV to when they leave the area. I kinda wanted it to be PA but there’s upcoming lore set there so I didn’t want to have to change anything if canon interfered with my ideas. So I decided Ohio works because it borders WV and there’s no lore in game about it AFAIK and also IRL.

Tonight I’m trying to piece some details together so I’m looking at Google Maps West Virginia:

And saw Point Pleasant. Which means that river next to Point Pleasant, that runs north/south on the game map, is the river between WV and OH. So everything west of that river is Ohio. I can touch the shore of Ohio in Fallout 76. I can see Ohio from Mothman’s house. I did not know Ohio was so goddamn close to where I am picking blackberries and hanging out with robots and building silly little houses.

Anyway, this begs the question, WHY ISN’T THERE LORE ABOUT WHAT’S HAPPENING IN OHIO?

Are some of the settlers from Ohio? Can you tell from their regional accents? To be fair, Bethesda games have a pretty bad history of proper regional accents, so someone could have an Ohioan (?) accent accidentally? Are the raiders at the logging camp from Ohio? My C.A.M.P. is INCREDIBLY close to Ohio.

Google what exactly is the river there anyway called -

Well fuck me, I guess.

I can’t wait for @thuumwrestler​ to get home from vacation so I can never stop yelling “That’s Ohio!” every god damn time I play this game.