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[plantekepler1111]

We just opened a new discord server :3

I'll be showing my work there too plus wips and maybe art contests announcements that'll be only on discord

The server is for my small community, not really a specific fandom but yeah I'll be more focused on BSD since it's what I like to draw

Still you can talk about any fandom you want ^^

[yasministration]

april abyss m.list

✯ apr 1 ✯ creepy crawlers - neville longbottom

your usually calm and composed front breaks in herbology, but neville comes to the rescue

✯ apr 3 ✯ a motherly visit - harry potter

when harry sends you another owl claiming that professor snape has it out for him, you decide to pay them a short visit.

✯ apr 5 ✯ Phantom of the Opera: Chapter 3 - "Magical lasso" - Remus Lupin

you begin planning remus's opera house debut, and you don't only come out of it with a casting success, but something more too...

✯ apr 7 ✯ second time's the charm - harry potter

when you're bitten by greyback again during the battle of the astronomy tower, you find yourself with new company

✯ apr 8 ✯ sev's essay - harry potter -> wolfstar!daughter au

when you come to ask harry for help with snape's essay, you're both thrilled and frustrated to find out he's also struggling on the summer homework

✯ apr 9 ✯ subtle diamond rings - aaron hotchner

when your coworkers discover the ring on your finger, they are immediately driven to ssa hotchner's office to ask him who your husband is.

✯ apr 11 ✯ Phantom of the Opera: Chapter 4 - "Overture" - Remus Lupin

you make your appearance at remus's 'Into the Woods' debut — something that doesn't go unnoticed by the press.

✯ apr 13 ✯ always the prefects bathroom - harry potter

despite harry potter's presence in the prefects bathroom, you aren't stopped from taking a soothing bath

✯ apr 15 ✯ she's my piercer - marlene mckinnon

when sirius asks you were you get your piercings from, he's surprised that you tell him his friend, marlene, is your 'amateur piercer'. what he expects even less, is to find your brewing romance with her.

✯ apr 16 ✯ do a flip! - harry potter -> wolfstar!daughter au

your family friends, the potters, come over for a friendly barbecue, and feelings between you and your best friend are revealed after a mysterious letter comes addressed to you.

✯ apr 17 ✯ not fine - mattheo riddle

when your mother breaks out of azkaban, mattheo is quick to spot your shaky hands and follows you down the hallways to offer you some comfort

✯ apr 19 ✯ Phantom of the Opera: Chapter 5 - Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again - Remus Lupin

you bring remus home to meet your parents, introducing him as your finacé. luckily for you, your parents approve of him, and you take remus out on a stroll in the vast gardens whilst your parents deliberate the wedding details.

✯ apr 21 ✯ stop singing, start (s)creaming- poly!marauders (james potter focus) -> 1 bf 3 perv au

james hasn't stopped thinking about you since he watched you fuck sirius and peter in one night. but he finally gets his turn whilst you're getting ready to hit the pubs.

✯ apr 23 ✯ reasonless hatred - george weasley

severus snape's daughter causes him nothing but chaos, hatred where love should be in their relationship. but she is finally given a real reason to hate her father, and she decides to give him one to hate her too.

✯ apr 25 ✯ the red box - platonic!marauders

when your friends are helping you clean out the belongings you'd gathered from your last relationship, marlene seems to forget the only rule. do not open the red box.

✯ apr 27 ✯ it's a date - harry potter -> concussions and interruptions au

when harry and his parents see you in diagon alley, they are surprised to see the sudden change in behaviour you have at your parents' presence. but that won't stop harry from getting his kiss.

✯ apr 28 ✯ come play mermaids - harry potter -> wolfstar!daughter au

it's summer and you're just trying to tan and read your book. but harry potter is a menace who won't leave you alone until you take a dip with him in the lake. luckily for harry, he's hot, and you'll do anything for him.

✯ apr 29 ✯ ripped tights in tight cupboards - sirius black

Sirius can't resist the sight of you in tights... what a shame he has to ruin them for you.

[hyunsvngs]

𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 - lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 5.8k

cw: this is a piss fic, you have been warned - don't like don't read, established d/s dynamics in a relationship, SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend has something he wants to try in bed. you didn't expect to like it so much.

a/n: like i said before this is a piss fic, if you don't like don't read! thank u to the sweet girl who commissioned this & thank u to my babies may and nessa for proofreading and also my ems <3 i was super nervous about this so i hope u like <3 smut warnings ofc under cut

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sw: PISS, established d/s dynamics, dom!minho, sub!reader, subspace, SERIOUSLY THERE’S PISS, face fucking, oral (m rec), very negotiated kink, minho calls reader a plethora of pet names, nipple play, one (1) face slap, minho’s condescending and MEAN, choking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, squirting, reader calls minho sir briefly, brief aftercare but more offscreen!!

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It’s always daunting when Minho gets like this. You know exactly what’s going to go down tonight - you’ve discussed it extensively. You always have to discuss it extensively. Minho is nothing if not a good dom, and there’s rules and regulations that you have to adhere to, even if he is your boyfriend.

It still catches you off guard. He paces across the room to your shared wardrobe, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing his veiny forearms. You’re perched on the bed, the exact way he told you to be in your plain black underwear. The fresh sheets are a welcome coolness on your warm skin. You’re overheating in excitement. You can’t wait. 

He’s going to piss on you tonight. He’s going to piss on you tonight, or maybe even in you, he’d said - he wanted to make you well and truly messy. Just the way he liked you. He told you he’d be mean, maybe even meaner than normal, and you’d agreed to it all before climbing into his lap and begging him to take you on the flimsy dining table chair in your kitchen in all of your excitement. He had chuckled, brushing a hand over your head with a teasing little “you want it that bad, huh?”. He still fucked you, so your plan went as hoped.

“I want to talk to you about something before we start, jagi,” His voice is smooth, low in volume, yet you hear every word loudly. You nod in response, and he turns and blinks at you, slow and cat-like. Oh, yeah. You were forgetting yourself already.

You blush in embarrassment of how far gone you are already, and he smiles, soft and barely noticeable. Fond. “Yeah, Min?”

The blush only continues to spread when he finally, finally climbs onto the bed next to you. He’s still in his work clothes, shirt tight on his broad pecs and his trousers tight on his thighs. You try not to stare. You fail, and he chuckles, using two fingers to prop your chin up to look directly at his eyes.

“This scene is a little harder than the other ones we’ve done,” He looks at you. It would feel scrutinising, the way he’s sizing you up, but his eyes are so full of fondness you can’t feel perceived at all - only admired. “I’m a little worried you may fall into subspace. Do you know what that is?”

He’s using his dominant voice on you, you swear. The tone of voice that’s level, not quite monotone but very, very straightforward and firm. Almost strict. It makes you rub your thighs together in need. Your boyfriend is so sexy when he’s like this. 

A quick scratch to your chin has you blinking back into reality. Yes. “Yes, I do know what that is. I’ve never done that before though, have I? So I probably won’t now, and-”

“We don’t know that,” He’s firm when he cuts you off, but presses a kiss to your nose nonetheless. “I need to know if you’re okay with me continuing if I notice you getting all floaty, jagi. I won’t if you don’t want me to. This is all in your hands, yeah? You know you run this show.” 

He chuckles, lightening the mood, but he’s right. When Minho first introduced you to this, you realised very quickly that despite the dominant being physically in charge, it was definitely the submissive that held the reins. It’s hard giving yourself over to someone so viscerally - it’s a vulnerable state to be in, letting someone decide your limits and decide what’s best for you.

Despite that, you’d let Minho fuck you outside in six foot snow, so you were definitely down for being fucked in subspace.

“Yes. Yeah, I want you to- I think it’d be hot, I think,” You’re babbling already, and Minho smiles again, his teeth glinting in the low light of your lamp. “I think it would be hot if you carried on, and I was like- all fuzzy, and stuff. You know?”

It’s silent for a beat, and then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Cute. Remember I love you, jagi, okay?”

Oh. Oh, you were starting? He normally only said that before you started, and before you can question him, he’s pressing his mouth against yours firmer, harder. It’s messy, the way he dominates your mouth instantly and uses one hand to tangle in your hair, yanking your hair back. You whimper against his lips, and he bites your bottom lip in response, finally moving to press you down to the bed with him on top of you. He starts to trail kisses down your face and your neck, and you can't help but let out a small noise of excitement. Before you can beg him to leave his mark on you, he quickly moves back up to your lips and starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth in an act of possession. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer, feeling yourself getting a lot more than just worked up.

His chest is muscled, the slightly toned soft muscle that only makes sense on Minho. He’s not heavy on top of you, only a presence where he licks and sucks into your mouth until you’re leaking into your panties. He pulls away, his lips dropping to your neck, and you can’t be anything more than pliant the way you let him use your skin and mark you as his. You are his. Mentally, emotionally, physically - any way he wants you, you’ll let him.

“I love this body,” Minho groans, his voice low and gravelly. “Such a filthy fucking body. You’re gonna let me piss on it, aren’t you?”

You whine, loud and unabashed, and Minho chuckles. It’s a puff of air against the exposed column of your neck and your hips cant up, searching for friction. 

“Oh, you are,” His hand moves down to your bra, searching through the lace for your pebbled nipple. The lace is thin, pitch black and almost sheer, and a grin forms on his face when he manages to pinch your nipple meanly. “Look at how excited you are for it. Your nipples are so hard, are you that excited for my piss?”

You try to nod in response, but a quick slap against your cheek using his spare hand has you reeling to try and form words. You’re babbling before you can even think. “Y-Yes! Yes, Minho, I’m excited. I can’t wait, I wanna- I wan’ taste it, will you let me? Please?”

He hums in consideration, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your tits to him. He was right - your nipples are hard and pebbled, dusky against your flesh, and he ducks down to engulf one in his mouth. His lips are full, plush like pillows, and his tongue darts around your nipple in small kitten licks. Soft, wet, warm. Pliant. His.

Minho’s bunny teeth are quick to bite at the peak, and you whine, back arching up to get more of the painful pleasure. He coos at this, finger running over your areola once when he pulls back from your chest. He sits back on his haunches, fingers deftly making quick use of his belt. The way he pulls the belt from the loops on his trousers have you remembering all the times he’s whipped you with it, and your eyes go blurry. You’re staring directly at the extremely prominent bulge in his trousers as if you somehow have x-ray vision and can see his cock in all its glory already.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” He explains, pushing down the expensive branded boxers to his thighs. His thighs are thick, muscled from years of dance, and you nod at his words despite having your vision solely trained on the bulging muscles. You can’t even keep your attention there for long - his cock springs out, hard and flushed and so big, so thick in the tight ring he forms around the base. The veins look as though they could be practically throbbing beneath the skin with arousal. “I’ll fuck your face, and I’ll piss down your throat. Do you want that? Tell me.”

He’s asking you, and you can’t believe it. Of course you want it, but you respond anyway. “I want it. I want it so bad, Minho. How do you want me? On the floor, on my knees? Or do you-”

“On the floor,” He looks towards the ground, pleased with himself when you heed his commands immediately. You’re quick to dive off of the bed and sink to your knees on the floor, and Minho lets out a fond chuckle before standing in front of you, ever the image of dominance. The hardwood floor doesn’t save your knees, still feeling hard and uncomfortable, and the way the pain bites into your legs has you shifting even more. It turns you on, being used and treated like an object, and being put on the floor to suck cock doesn’t help any. You’re positively ruining your panties by now.

His trousers are pushed down to his ankles, the perfect juxtaposition of black, thick material against his milky skin. His shirt is rolled up just enough for you to see the bottom of his tummy, hairy and soft above his cock. You expect him to keep it on, but you watch in awe as he unbuttons his shirt quickly and throws it to the side. His chest is exposed to you then, all broad muscle and dusky pink nipples against his skin.

He pumps his shaft in his hand a few times for good measure, just barely a few inches from your face, and then he’s tapping the cockhead on your lips. “Open wide. C’mon, kitty cat.”

His tone is condescending, almost patronising, and you hold back a whine. When your lips fall apart, he’s pushing into your mouth before you can even process it. A blistering, feverish pace immediately takes over his hips, and his cockhead is ramming down your throat with only a slight bit of pain beneath all of the pleasure. You try to run your tongue over the tip, to trace the veins with the tip of your tongue, but it’s impossible. He’s using your mouth like he’d use your pussy, unabashed and downright mean.

“Take it,” he grunts, looking ever the ethereal being above you. If you didn’t know him, you’d swear he was an angel - no, a fallen angel, debauched and with black, wiry wings sprouting from his back. Sweat covers the top of his chest, shiny and wet, and his cockhead presses firmly into the back of your throat. Your eyes water with the intense ministrations on your throat, hands aching to reach out and grab onto Minho’s thighs. They stay securely on your own limbs, and Minho groans, his eyes staring down into yours.  “Fucking take it for me. Take my cock, dirty kitty. Don’t you dare fucking cry about it.”

You’d swear he was composed if it wasn’t for the way he was looking down at you. Minho’s mostly quiet in bed, only a few sparse noises, but the fire in his eyes is visible.

The sounds in the room are filthy. Your eyes are hazy already with the force that he’s rutting into your mouth, but when his hand goes into your hair, yanking with all of his might, you hear yourself whine between gags and you’re not even trying to. You’re floating, fuzzy where your boyfriend fucks his cockhead into your mouth - you can’t even consider what’s going on, not too out of it but out of it enough to question what’s actually happening around you. Is this what Minho was talking about before? Subspace?

“Oh, Jesus. Are you feeling fuzzy already, kitty?” He pulls his cock out, tapping the cockhead on your bottom lip. A string of drool attaches his cock back to your mouth and he groans in approval, feline eyes narrowing. “Went down so easy for me, huh? Do you think you can take a little more?”

You’re nodding then, subconsciously, but a slight smile on your face. You want more. You need more. You need his piss, wherever on your body that he deems acceptable - it’s like he’s marking you as his territory. It’s such a primitive act that gets you more than just hot under the collar. If he pisses on you, or in you, it’s as if he sees you as an object that’s beneath him, not worth anything more than his piss. 

“Good,” He muses, and then his hand is forming a tight ring around his length. It’s throbbing, long and thick where it protrudes from his groin with drops of pearlescent precum, and he presses it past your lips again with a small sigh. “I’ve gotta take a piss, kitty cat. I want you to swallow it all for me, and then you can have some milk in that pussy for being good. How’s that?”

You can’t reply, because he’s already bouncing your head on his shaft. He’s resorted to pulling you up and down on his shaft by your hair this time, not grinding his hips rhythmically into the hot, wet cavern you’ve provided. 

“You know, I really thought you’d say no to this,” How the fuck is his voice calm right now? “But then I realised that of course you’d be into it. My filthy little fucking urinal.”

You moan loudly around his shaft. Minho chuckles, and then he’s pulling back again, your throat abused and aching at the alleviation of pressure. His cockhead stays at the entrance of your mouth, and he drops a hand from your hair to pump it a few times, raising an eyebrow at you.

“It’s coming,” He warns. “Are you ready? Are you ready for my piss, filthy bitch?”

You moan, nodding, and when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, Minho lets out a loud groan. It’s primal, and you watch silently as he shakes his head and flutters his eyes closed to try and gain some control of himself. He runs his finger over the slit of his cockhead, and then he’s pushing the tip past your lips again and - oh. 

His piss begins leaking out of his tip, a slow and steady stream that tastes surprisingly a lot like you expected. It’s purely Minho, raw and unfiltered, and you whine and whimper and let him fill your mouth up with his piss. It feels filthy, your pussy positively dripping through your panties and onto the floor by now. The stream floods down your throat even as you continue to gulp it down greedily, and you allow your hands to finally find purchase on his thighs, fingernails digging into the muscle. He allows it, his hands both moving back to your hair to bob you on his tip just a little to get the rest of his piss out.

Minho pulls out of your mouth with a soft noise, his eyes staring down at you almost menacingly. You dip your tongue into his piss-slit once more, moaning at the remnants of the taste, and then you’re whining, loud and un-muffled. 

“Minho,” You say, voice high and needy. You feel as though you want to say so much, you want to beg so much, but nothing is coming out of your mouth. You’re so fucking turned on you feel like you could die. “P-Please. Please, please. I can’t, I can’t, please, please-”

He positively growls. You’re pulled up by two hands underneath your armpits and thrown onto the bed less than unceremoniously, his body sidling up next to you. He’s kicked his trousers off, you notice, body warm and firm next to you.

“Was it that good? Dirty little thing,” He hums, tongue licking one fat stripe up your neck. “C’mere. Let me taste it on you.”

Minho’s lips are firm against yours, and his hands are anything but gentle as he slides them down your body. It’s like he’s igniting you with electricity, every area of skin that he touches feeling warm and too sensitive. His lips trail down your neck, leaving another trail of fire behind them. You’re pliant, letting him pull you by your hair and your throat into his dominating, overwhelming kisses.

His fingers reach your panties, and his finger dips underneath the waistband. You gasp, holding your breath and wishing, praying that he’ll push his whole hand into your underwear, but he simply pulls his finger back with a small amused puff of air. 

“Hnnfg, Minho, Minho, please, I don’t, I can’t-“

Minho leans over you more then, his eyes dark and half-lidded when he stares into yours. His gaze is all-consuming, but there’s a slight hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “Jesus, kitty. Be quiet,” His voice is low, amused, until all signs of a smile drop from his face upon his fingers finally delving into your underwear. His forearm obscures your vision, muscled and veiny, but you can feel the way your wetness immediately drenches his fingertips. His eyes flicker from your face to your core in awe, lips slightly parted. “Fuckin- shit. Jagi, tell me this is a joke. You’re fucking drenched.”

You are. His fingers smear around in your wetness, spreading it all around your folds. He drags his middle and ring finger down to your hole, wet and sloppy, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You’re not sure you could talk even if you wanted to.

Minho simply smiles that toothy smile that you love, eyes crinkling. You’re confused - he’s being nice - until he’s shoving both fingers into you at once. It was a stretch you hadn't been prepared for, and you jolt with a squeal, hands going up to grip onto his forearm. 

“Do you remember what I said before, jagi?” He muses, fingers curling up into that spot that makes you whine. You do whine, legs thrashing around and toes curling against the sheets. “If you have any in there, I’m fucking having it. I want you to piss all over my cock before I fuck you with it, remember? I want you to treat you like the dirty little thing you are.”

You nod, brain still fuzzy and way too overwhelmed. Your pussy squelches loudly around his digits, and his spare hand wraps around your throat in a dangerous grip. It’s not too hard, but definitely there, and you whimper in approval. 

Your eyes roll back into your head at the pace he sets against your g-spot, and after a brief, tight squeeze, Minho removes his hand from your throat in favour of using two fingers on your clit along with his harsh fingering. His arm is curled underneath your waist in a position that must be painful to him, but you ignore it in favour of your own pleasure. 

You feel like you could scream, and you do let out some strangled noise that sounds nothing at all like you. Just when you think it can’t get any worse - or any better, actually - he slides another finger in, stretching you out with three of his digits. You’re dripping down onto his knuckles and you wail, starting to hump against his hand. You’re going to cum embarrassingly quickly.

“You better be fucking thinking of asking for permission, bitch,” Minho hisses in your ear. You moan in response, nodding. Of course you’ll ask. Something about your boyfriend just makes you want to be good. You want to obey him so he continues to give you such nice things. “You don’t make the decisions. I'm the one fucking that hole with my fingers right now, I'll be the one who says you can cum.”

His fingers thrust into you faster, if it was possible, and you thrash around. The movement brings Minho’s cock against your thigh, and you gasp at the realisation that he’s next to you, naked, in all his glory. Your fingernails still dig painfully into his forearm, but he doesn’t seem phased. “Minho, Minho- I’m gon’- please, please, please, I wanna cum, let me come, it hurts, I-“

“Oh, I know, I know. It just feels too good, doesn’t it? You can’t even fucking control yourself, writhing around like that,” He groans, eyes fixated on your face. You know your expression is screwed up in pleasure, eyes watering from the feeling of his fingers inside of you. His fingers begin to slide around on your clit rather than provide any direct pressure due to how wet you’re getting, but you still hump against the sensation with gratitude. You’d never have anything other than gratitude when Minho’s being so nice like this. “You’re behaving like a fucking whore. Beg me for it. Beg me to let a fucking whore like you cum all over my fingers, tell me how good it feels.”

He starts kissing up your neck again with the open-mouthed, wet movements, and you feel like you’re about to burst. Just a little more. Just a little more, and you can, you just have to will your brain to speak. “I-I love sir's fingers, fuck, I love when sir fingers me like this- fuck, sir I'm gonna- can't hold it- I, hnng, I can’t, I don’t- pleasepleaseplease-”

Minho pulls away from your neck with an alarmed little snort. “Sir? God, you are far gone,” He points out, but then he’s pinching your clit meanly with his fingers. It makes you hump his hand a little faster and whine a little louder. It’s quiet for a beat, and then he’s sighing as if he’s annoyed. You swear you catch him rolling his eyes through your blurry vision. “Okay, fine. Go on then, if you want to cum so badly. Cum.”

With one word, you feel like your whole world is falling apart. A gush of wetness bursts from you and all over the bed, probably soaking Minho too. Your ears are ringing and you can feel the tears brimming in your eyes begin to fall, fat streaks of wetness painting your skin. His fingers don’t slow, but he’s groaning in your ear now, coaching you along. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing over your clit with a wet hand that only made you let out another gush everywhere. You were sure you'd screamed.

You wail and thrash through your orgasm, and then you’re panting, body dropping back onto the bed. You don’t register Minho groaning, licking his fingers clean - you only realise he’s moved when he’s on top of you, yanking your soaking wet underwear down your legs and finally unclasping your bra. Your hands go above your head, pliant and willing, letting him take control. You’re fucked dumb by now, anyway. You’d be no use.

“If you had all that in there for me, you have some piss in there,” He muses, and you whine, shaking your head.

“D’nt need to pee, Min,” You insist, head lolling back on the sheets. You’re pliant, and Minho grabs your chin with his hand, making you face him. His ears are burning a shade of delectable pink, the flush travelling over his chest and making him look almost embarrassed. You know this state of Minho all too well, though. He’s so horny he feels like he’s about to explode.

“You do,” He responds, quick as a flash. You whimper as he presses his cockhead into your folds, just barely teasing the ruddy, flushed tip at your hole. Your hands move to grip onto the sheets next to your head, and just when you’re sure he’s going to put it in, Minho leans down, and then his hand is pressing on the bottom of your stomach. You wail, shaking your head. Minho chuckles knowingly. “You need to piss, don’t you?”

You do. Embarrassingly quickly, just from him pressing on your bladder. “I- it’ll make a mess, Min, I can’t, I can’t-”

“I want it to make a fucking mess,” He scoffs, pressing harder. He continues to drag his cock through your sopping wet folds with his other hand, his feline eyes staring at you with a renewed fire burning behind them. He’s daring you to disobey. You would never disobey him. “I want everything you have to give me. Piss all over my cock. Do it.”

You clench your thighs, stomach tensing. It doesn’t take much, only a slight rubbing of Minho’s hand on your tummy and you’re pissing. The stream erupts from you in a messy spurt, and Minho groans, pumping his cock to coat it in your mess. You whine, trying to shift your hips to catch his cock inside of you, but the mess you’re making ensures that it’s too slippery to do so.

“Stay still, you’ll get it in a second,” Minho mumbles, hand tightening around the head of his cock. It’s substantially lubed now, but he still continues to pump it, hand easing up on your stomach. Something about it has your mouth watering, staring at his cock and wondering how it tastes. Maybe he’ll let you suck it clean next time, let you taste his cock mixed with your own piss. “That’s it, kitty. Get sir’s cock nice and wet with your piss. Dirty little thing.”

When the stream finally finishes, you shift against the sheets, soaking wet and definitely a lot more aroused than you were previously. There’s still only one thing on your mind. “Can- can I have it now, please, please?”

Minho nods, his cheeks blazing red. He’s losing his composure. “Yeah. God, yeah, kitty. You can have it, c’mere,” He sighs, finally pushing the head of his cock inside of you. It slides inside easily with the wetness of your pussy and the mess you’d made on him, his thick shaft stretching you out and making you moan out for him. You catch sight of Minho’s eyes rolling back into his head, a long, drawn out noise leaving his lips. “Fuck, this is so fucking dirty. You’re filthy, letting me do this.”

No. You’re not, are you? Are you dirty? “Filthy?” You question, completely in bliss at the feeling of him finally inside you. You’ll be filthy if it means he’ll fuck you. Minho chuckles, and then his hips start to move, a sinuous grind against yours. The noises your pussy is making are beyond debauched, wet, slapping sounds from how soaking wet you are. You whine, bucking your hips up, and Minho lets you, gripping your hips to pull you off of the mattress.

“I’m gonna go harder, okay? I want you to take it for me, all of it,” His voice is close, leaning down to whisper it against the skin of your neck. You nod eagerly, and he pulls your thighs up to rest your ankles on his shoulders. The change in position has his cock hitting you deeper and you gasp, fingers moving to grip on his biceps. He sits back slightly, pulling you closer to him, and then he’s pounding into you. With little to no buildup, you can’t help but squeal, your pussy gushing around his fat length. “You love this, don’t you? My cock, covered in your piss, stretching your little cunt out. You love being filthy for me.”

“Hhnnfg, hhng, Min, Min, Min, you made me pee, you-”

Minho scoffs, hand threading into your hair. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls, bent half over you while he pounds your pussy into oblivion. “Don’t make stupid fucking excuses for yourself. I can see it in your eyes, you love being like this for me.” 

You whine, tears brimming in your eyes again uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but just lay there, pliant and gripping onto his biceps for him to stretch your pussy out with his veiny fucking cock. It feels almost too good, too overwhelming. The ridges of his shaft are pressing against your walls, causing a delectable friction that has you clenching down on every outwards motion from him. It’s as if your pussy doesn’t want him to leave, and you don’t want him to leave, pulling him close by his arms every time he thrusts inside of you. 

Minho pushes your thighs apart, and then he’s bending you into a sort of mating press. Your legs rest on his upper biceps and his body folds you in half for him, making you whine at the stretch on your muscles. You’re loud, embarrassingly so, little “ah, ah, ah”’s leaving your mouth with every thrust. The change in position allows him to hit your cervix with his length, long and throbbing inside of you, and you’re only louder and more pathetic for him. 

“Can you hear that, kitty cat?” He whispers, and you hold your breath. Once you’ve stopped making so much noise, you can hear it - the sound of your pussy is even louder, wet and messy and when you look down, his cock is soaking with you. With your piss or your slick, you’re not sure, but it has you clenching down deliciously anyway. “I’m fucking your own piss into you, and you’re whining like a little bitch.”

You can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. Your previous slight fuzziness has morphed into full blown floating, and you think you’re crying, but you’re not sure. All you can hear is your own noises, loud and desperate while he ensures your pussy never forgets the shape of his cock. “Ah, ah, I don’t- sir, I don’t, I can’t, I don’t know- ah, oh, I can’t-”

“Ah, fucking hell,” Minho hisses, gritting his teeth. You watch in disappointment as he pulls his cock out of you, forming a tight ring around the base with his fingers. “I need to cum inside you. I need to give you your milk, kitty cat, c’mon. Flip over for me.” 

He tells you to do it, but helps you anyway. You feel his hands go to your hips to flip you over, and then you’re face down, and some part of you finds the strength to push your hips up to present your pussy for him. But, milk? You’ve been good enough for that?

He sinks back inside you, his cock slick and fat and too much for your little pussy. “There you go, jagi. Biiig stretch, feel it,” He moans, and you push your hips back on him easily. In this position, your lips are parted and you can feel yourself drooling up a puddle on the sheets. It adds to the mess, filthy with piss and slick and sweat, and you want Minho to lick it all up and spit it in your mouth. He immediately resumes his punishing pace, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust and hitting that delicious spot inside you so well. “Fuckin’ tight pussy, ah, it’s so good.” 

“H- haa, Minho, have I been good?” You question, eyes blurry and bottom lip slick with your own spit. Minho groans, deep and loud, reverberating through your whole body. He knows you need reassurance, and he nods, a little smile on his face despite his lust-filled, half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve been so good. So good I’m giving you my cum, yeah? Gonna breed that little pussy, filled it with your piss already, needs my cum now,” He’s babbling, which is a sure sign that he’s close - but you can’t even fathom it in your state. “Little girl, kitty cat, so good for me, c’mere.”

You don’t move, but Minho slinks one hand around your hip to rub at your clit. The added pleasure has you jolting with a whine, and Minho lets out an amused puff of air at your reaction. His fingers slide around your clit wet and imprecise, but it’s enough to have you hurtling towards your second orgasm. His cockhead slams against your g-spot, bordering on painful, but the sensation only adds to the throes of bliss he has you tumbling through.

“Min, Min, Min, it’s- ‘s so good, so good, so big, so- Min, Min, I g’ta-”

“You can cum whenever, jagi. Give it to me, I want it,” His voice is higher, more desperate, and you nod eagerly. He sidles over your back, his sweaty chest pressed to your skin, and then he’s pressing his lips against yours.

It’s less of a kiss and more of a messy exchange of spit and breathing into each other's mouths. Minho’s tongue slides against yours as he continues to rub messy circles around your clit, and before you know it, you’re cumming around his cock with a sharp gasp of pleasure against his lips. He swallows your noises, finally engulfing your mouth with his, and you moan and sigh freely through gushing all over his length, the electric feeling making your toes curl.

Minho envelops your hair tightly with his spare hand, thrusting harder and faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he approaches his climax. With a broken whine, you feel his cum fill you up, thick and hot and heavy.

He flops on top of you with a sigh, his body weight a welcome presence for you. You ignore the feeling of the sheets beneath you in favour of closing your eyes and humming contentedly. You’re still floating, but it’s calmer now, softer. It feels like you’re on a cloud. “So good, Min.” 

“Yeah?” Minho grins, his hand now stroking softly through your hair in favour of yanking on it. “You did so good for me, jagi. You were so, so good, made me cum so hard.”

“You made me cum hard, too,” You respond, opening one eye to see his face over your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed, hair sweaty and floppy over his eyes, but he has a blissed out smile on his face. When he catches sight of you looking at him, he smiles, and the sight of his bunny teeth has your heart singing. How can he look so cute after fucking you like that? Before you can say anything else, you yawn, and Minho giggles. “‘M sleepy.”

“Bath first, jagi,” He coos, kissing your hairline. “My sweet girl. Let’s get you nice and clean and then we’ll nap.”

“Mm, okay,” Minho hops off of you and you stretch out leisurely like a cat, your body sticky and defiled. You hear him tinkering around the room behind you, humming a tune to himself, and you smile fondly. “Love you, Min.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

[h2llish]

ミ ˖ ✧ DEVIL'S GHIBLI EVENT

❝ once you've met someone you never really forget them ,,

✉ ─── i've been talking about doing this event for quite some time now after i was introduced to ghibli movies and here it is! there is no deadline for this event because i am only accepting a number of requests, further explanation, along with the rules, below.

♡ ─── rules (please read them carefully!)

♡ as i said, there is a set number of requests i will take, one for each prompt. it's first come, first served event. if the first prompt you wanted is already taken you can try asking for another! this post will be updated regularly, so keep an eye out!

♡ i have not added all ghibli movies, just the ones i really like, and got the best prompt for. some of them are only romantic, some are only platonic, and some can be read as both; i'll be sure to mark them so you know!

♡ i am strictly a male and gender-neutral writer, so do not request for female readers. if no gender is stated, it will be written gender neutral.

♡ all my fandoms apply! that being: twisted wonderland, demon slayer, obey me, stardew valley, and fields of mistria.

♡ if the request isn't exactly as you pictured when requesting i apologize! i'm doing my best!

♡ you can choose to switch the roles of the character and the reader.

that's all! if you have any questions, please let me know!

♡ ─── prompts (you can tell a prompt's been taken when a character's name is beside the prompt)

❝ it just takes a while for your memory to come back to you ,,

howl's moving castle ─ feat. elliott

(romantic) prompt: after a run in with the slightly infamous wizard rumored to consume the hearts of that which they deemed most beautiful ─ you were cursed by a very spiteful witch. with nowhere else to go, and no way to break the spell, you have to rely on that same wizard who you learn isn't quite what people say they are; and you fear, you may be falling in love with them.

spirited away ─ feat. ruggie bucchi

prompt: a move to a new place is stressful; only you weren't warned of the possibility of finding yourself in the world of spirits after a wrong turn and an overly curious pair of parents. and now you're left to fend for yourself with the weight of having to rescue your family on your shoulders, before you're trapped there forever and forget who you once were. ─ although, it helps to have someone who seems to know who you are, willing to help.

kiki's delivery service ─ feat. eiland

prompt: when coming of age, you must set out to begin a life as a brand-new witch. and after doing just that, you find yourself in a big city, with new people, interesting sights and ─ a loss of magic? it's an adventure you start to question if you're ready for, but in the end, you're happy to have the people you've met there at your side.

princess mononoke ─ feat. idia shroud

(romantic) prompt: after saving your village from a cursed and rampaging boar, a god, you're suddenly ailed with that same deadly curse. with the consequence of never being able to return again, you set out to rid yourself of this curse, only to find yourself in the middle of a war between humans and the gods of the forest. you meet a human who was raised by gods, with the intention to kill anyone who threatens their home and their family. ─ but perhaps, you realize, you're both in over your head.

my neighbor totoro ─ feat. epel felmier

(platonic) prompt: moving to a new house to reunite and grow closer to your ill mother, you and your sibling hadn't expected to learn your neighbor was a wood spirit, totoro. what awaits you as you set out on this new adventure with your younger sibling and your new otherworldly friends?

whisper of the heart ─ feat. balor

(romantic) prompt: after discovering the person you've had a (one-sided) rivalry with after they'd beaten you to so many books, you're suddenly questioning if you can live up to a purpose you don't have. so, setting out to feel worthy to stand at their side. an unspoken question remains, will you be able to answer it before time runs out?

tales from earthsea ─ feat. floyd leech

prompt: a force has upset the balance of magic as you know it. troubled and with regrets, you set out; it's up to you, to restore the world of magic as it once was. you meet people, both allied and foe. ─ only, something stirs in you, a darkness that eats at you: and the question rises, will you be able to restore order before chaos consumes, or will you give in to that darkness?

castle in the sky ─ feat. malleus draconia

prompt: after witnessing them float down from the sky, straight into your arms, you're unexpectedly drawn into a journey full of pirates, government agents, secrets, unknown identities and ─ flying castles? in your self-given quest to help your new companion, you're wrapped into a world you'd only heard about in stories. will you regret your choice?

that's all! remember this is first come, first served!

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through an ai

[sah1x1s-archived]

Law & Order: Sah Edition

“She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.”

Updated rules for writing with this RP blog! Please like it when you've read them!

Rule 1: Multi-Fandom, Multi-Verse, Multi-Ship, and OC Friendly.

Please note that I am open to a wide range of fandoms, universes, ships, and original characters (OCs). However, for a smooth and engaging interaction, I need to feel that our muses are compatible. If it seems unlikely that our characters will connect meaningfully, I may not follow back. This isn't personal—sometimes muses just don't align. Additionally, if you are using a side-blog, kindly inform me so I can make sure to follow your RP blog directly. Thank you!

Rule 2: Post Formatting and Reply Ettiquite.

I strive to respond to threads in a timely manner, but please understand that muse can be unpredictable at times. If it's been about a week or so without a reply or update on a particular thread, feel free to reach out to me here or on Discord— I'm more than happy to hear from you! Regarding writing format, I tend to write longer replies, but please don’t feel pressured to match that length. As long as you provide a paragraph or two in return, that’s more than enough. When I post from my laptop or desktop, I might include banners, GIFs, and occasionally style the text, though I keep it simple overall. I don't mind how you choose to format your replies—whether using icons or not, or with or without formatting. I’m here to write with you, and I’m sure you have great aesthetics! Let’s just enjoy the process together.

Rule 3: I do not forget people on purpose.

I understand that it may appear as though I’m consistently replying to certain individuals, but I want to clarify that this is often due to personal connections or close affiliations with those writers. Sometimes, I may simply have more creative energy for one thread at a given time, while others are on pause. Please know that I do not intentionally ignore anyone. If you ever notice me engaging with a specific person and want to check in or ask how I’m doing, feel free to reach out! I’m always happy to chat. Thank you for your understanding. :)

Rule 4: Type of RP blog I run and who are welcome to intereact and how!

This is a mutually exclusive, multimuse, multiverse, multiship and crossover-friendly RP blog. And for the safety and comfort of all involved, I kindly request that all interactions be with individuals who are 21 or older. The mun behind this blog is 25+, so this is a necessary guideline for both the mun and muses. While anonymous asks are welcome for lighthearted scenarios and skits, I do require knowing who I’m writing with before engaging in any threads, whether through asks or posts. Please feel free to introduce yourself in whichever manner you feel most comfortable. Thank you for understanding!

Rule 5: Ask Memes.

Feel free to send as many asks as you'd like—I truly enjoy them! However, please keep in mind that it may take me some time to respond. I appreciate your patience! I do reserve the right to delete any asks that I deem inappropriate or if I simply feel I lack the inspiration to respond to them. For Ask Memes, they will be posted in their own separate threads and considered as thread starters for those specific characters. I view these memes as a great way to break the ice and make it easier to continue interactions! If you’re running a multimuse blog, please be sure to specify which muse you are writing as when sending asks or starter calls. It helps me to respond more accurately! If you're unsure, feel free to provide a couple of options, and I’ll do my best to choose or reply accordingly. If this isn’t specified, I may either disregard the ask or respond with a random muse. Thank you so much for your understanding, and I look forward to interacting with you! <3

Rule 6: Plotting and Thread Content.

I enjoy pre-plotting threads, so don’t be surprised if, when we first start discussing potential interactions, I suggest talking things through in detail. While I’m open to winging things as well, I do want to note that I’m not the best at writing starters, so I tend to ask my partner to initiate the first post! Please be mindful that I prefer not to be pressured about specific ships, plots, or ideas. If I express that I don’t feel something would work well, I kindly ask that you respect my decision and refrain from bringing it up repeatedly. Your understanding and cooperation are greatly appreciated!

Rule 7: Shipping Muses and Thread Content.

I’m a big fan of shipping and exploring different dynamics, but I believe that chemistry between characters is key. Please don’t take it personally if things don’t develop as we initially expected—sometimes, muses just don’t align the way we hope. I truly appreciate your understanding! I'm not just looking for romantic relationships but familial ones as well as friendships and platonic ones. However, I do not very often change a muse's sexual orientation, so if they identify as "Straight," then that's how I'm writing them, and so on and on.

Rule 8: Approaching different verser or crossovers.

I recently came across a plot idea that I thought was really creative and wanted to share. "An AU where our muses discover the ability to jump into any book they choose. They can explore different worlds, until one day, they land in a fandom where they get stuck. Now, they must navigate the story, avoid being noticed, and figure out how to fix things without meeting a grim fate." This concept is how I approach crossovers, so if you're ever interested in exploring something similar, that's the kind of framework I enjoy! It's a fun way to blend fandoms and create unique scenarios where our characters have to adapt to unfamiliar settings.

Rule 9: Sah's State of Mind.

I want to be transparent about my mental health, as it can sometimes affect my interactions here. I have been diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, bipolar disorder type 2, severe depression, schizoaffective disorder, and borderline personality disorder. Despite my best efforts, these conditions can influence my actions, and at times, I may need to take a step back or become quieter for a few days. I never anticipated needing to outline this as a rule, but it's important for you to understand that these health challenges are part of who I am. If you're unfamiliar with borderline personality disorder or any of my other conditions, I encourage you to learn more about them to better understand my experience. I tend to become anxious and worried that I may have unknowingly offended someone, particularly if there’s a delay in communication, like not receiving a reply OOC (out of character), or feeling like I’ve been ignored or ghosted. If you’re someone who struggles with directly telling me if you're no longer interested in talking or writing with me, I kindly ask that you reconsider approaching me. I deeply value the OOC relationships I build with the wonderful muns behind the muses, and I invest a lot into those connections. Please know that I won’t apologize for caring about our interactions.

Rule 10: The Trigger Tagging Situation Here on this RP Blog.

If someone specifically requests that I tag something, I will make every effort to ensure it’s properly tagged. However, I do want to be transparent and say that, more often than not, I can be a bit forgetful when it comes to tagging. I apologize in advance for any oversight. I do my best to keep everyone’s rules in mind, but with the number of people I interact with and my own memory limitations, it’s not always feasible to remember every detail. Because of this, I offer flexibility with my own rules and would greatly appreciate it if the same understanding is extended to me. Please know that I never intend to violate anyone’s rules or cause discomfort, and I’m always open to communication if something needs to be addressed. Your understanding and patience mean a lot!

Rule 11: The content and warnings that come with this RP Blog.

I don’t have many specific triggers to list, but I’m generally open to exploring a wide range of themes. I make an effort to tag all darker threads accordingly, so if you’re interested in exploring content of that nature, please feel free to add me on Discord or DM me directly to discuss. However, please be aware that there may be taboo ships featured on this blog, such as those from Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon, and these themes may extend to other fandoms as well. Some content I may engage with includes, but is not limited to: gore, horror, smut, incest, assault, violence, blood, mental and physical disorders, pain, drugs, and alcohol. This list may expand over time as new ideas emerge. If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, I completely understand if you choose not to engage. Your comfort and boundaries are respected, and I won’t take offense if you decide to step away.

Rule 12: When FOLLOWING me or UNFOLLOWING me | When to Soft Block vs Hard Block.

We all know that Tumblr can be glitchy, and things like being unfollowed and refollowed can happen unexpectedly. If you've soft blocked me and I unknowingly re-follow you, I realize that may cause some discomfort for both of us. While I understand that there may be reasons behind this, I’m not entitled to an explanation, but I would prefer it if, in cases where you feel the need to soft block me, you simply hard block my RP blog instead. This way, we can avoid any confusion or awkwardness. Additionally, I regularly clean up my followers list, so if you notice I’ve unfollowed you and it seems random, it could be because I mistakenly thought we were no longer mutuals. If this happens, especially if you’re following me from a side blog (which I have no problem with at all!), please feel free to let me know. I’d really appreciate it, and it will help clear up any misunderstandings. Thank you!

[vandal-flower]

Memories From the Past

Ror men with a little sister like Qiqi from Genshin Impact.

Requested Characters: Hades, Jack the Ripper and Sasaki Kojiro.

Notes: I promise there is fluff. Also I'm saving for Navia.

Hades

There isn't a day that he doesn't worry for you. Ever since you turned into a zombie, you became forgetful.

He gets so worried over your well-being, he becomes a helicopter parent.

Many of the gods see you walking around lost, and him trying to find you.

It's like a game of hide and seek, except you aren't really hiding for your life and he's trying to find you with his life.

He often has to drag his brothers to also find you. (He shan't struggle alone)

Often times, the two of you play games together. He loves seeing you smile.

According to him, you're the most high maintenance child he's met in his entire life.

Which is true. (Sorry to call you out like that)

Congrats, you've been titled "The Most High Maintenance Child in the Greek Pantheon"

"Poseidon, I don't care if you're free or not, just find (Name)!"

Jack the Ripper

Often times, Jack thinks back to when you were your old self.

You were so lively, and now you barely what you want to say next when you interact with someone.

Often times his tea time is interrupted by the occurring thought of your whereabouts.

Only to find you in your room sleeping soundly. (My guy nearly had a heart attack)

He reads fictional stories to you, as he thinks it helps you bring your old self back.

He also likes to dance with you, when he isn't trying to get caught for his crimes.

In the after life, he usually keeps you close to him, afraid at the thought of you getting lost in such a place.

He usually has you staying with his valkyrie, Hlökk. (Hlökk, also enjoys your company.)

"(Name), what story would you like read to you this time?"

Sasaki Kojiro

To be honest, my man over here decide mind.

Sure it's sad that you're now a zombie, but he believes he can move past this.

He keeps watch of you, but allows you to go free. He believes children should explore in order to experience.

He's not all that worried about you and your safety unlike the other two. But that doesn't mean he doesn't get worried at times.

Like Jack, he often looks back on the times before you became a zombie. He knows it hurts, but as long as you're here with him, he's happy.

He introduces you to his friends and allies. (Just in case you need someone to take care of you)

He likes teaching you how to wield a blade, so if you find yourself in a bad position, you can defend yourself.

Nonetheless, your big brother is always there to help you!

"Did anything exciting happen today (Name), I would love to know?"

I'm sorry this request has been molding in my inbox.

My inbox is open. Check out my Rules.

[kittybroker]

Intro post!

I'll reblog cat pictures and value the kitty.

Now I'm sure you're all saying kitties are all valuable, and while that's true one cannot simply dismiss the importance of proper accounting in today's economy.

If you want to submit a picture of a cat you can use either the ask function or send in a post submission and value it yourself. Feel free to tag me into any kitty post you want.

Please make sure to read the FAQ below before sending in any questions.

While I am mostly a joke blog, please be wary when sending overly personal/strange asks, particularly when I do not know who you are. Absolutely do not ship this blog with other blogs, and particularly do not make comments to me about this.

Any/All pronouns are fine for referring to me.

Tagging system: I'll tag all the cats here with #crazy kitty The pricing of kitties is set into one of five categories:

#free bin - $0 kitties #bargain bin - Under $5 #discount kitty - Under $20 #valuable kitty - Under $50 #premium kitty - Anything over $50

#alt currency is used for any kitty not using kitty dollars.

Note that kitties from before 27/01/24 may not include the #bargain bin or #premium kitty tag as those tags were introduced after the blogs creation.

#set deal - For pairs kitties sold together #collection - For collections of different kitties in a collection

#silly kitty - For memes and humorous kitties #art - For drawings of kitties or kitties with art attached #fake kitty - For kitties that aren't really actually kitties at all

#text post - For posts that aren't actually evaluations #asks - Posts that are sent via ask #tagged - Posts sent via tagging #in the replies - Tags from the replies of a post #my cat - For pictures of my cat

Submission: Submission open infrequently, although there will be a few days notice beforehand, as well as a date provided when the inbox opening looms. The inbox is currently closed. The inbox will be opened in the 28th of June UTC for 24 hours.

You can submit kitties by tagging me in posts or sending asks (when the inbox is open). I will not always get around to tags as sometimes there is too many to get to or I have already evaluated the post. I prefer people tag me into a post over DMing, and will not evaluate a kitty sent in DMs. I would also ask you to not send too many asks or tags in a row simply to avoid too many posts being sent in at a time and allowing others to send stuff in. If you are unsure on how to tag me please refer to the FAQ, do not message me asking how to tag me into posts.

Rules for submission: Please no real people or anthropomorphized cats. Anything that is pretty much just human is a big no go zone for evaluation (particularly evaluating real people). As long as it's clearly an animal I don't really care. Do not tag me into more than 2-3 posts at a time.

FAQ

Why hasn't my ask been answered? I get a lot of asks, and I can't answer everything. It usually takes a few days to a week to get around to answering an ask. Sometimes the ask may also contain a submission that cannot be posted, ie you submitted a real person, a cat in the harmful situation or with wounds. For text based asks I cannot get to everything and am frequently inundated with comments. Not all will get a response. If you ask a question answered in the FAQ I will not answer.

How do you evaluate the kitties? The economy guides my hand, I merely see the truth of what is already there.

I tagged you into a post, but you never responded? I get a lot of tags, and often a lot of the same post. I will try to avoid responding to the same post multiple times (sometimes I forget!). Sometimes I just have so many tagged posts to get to I have to cut some out. I do see every tagged post though so you're post will still be seen, even if not answered.

What is the most valuable kitty ever? Our current estimates would put Intergalactic Shiro, now at an impressive 720000000000

What currency are the kitties evaluated in? They are all in Kitty Dollars. I've never heard of this "USD" or "Euro" stuff. None of it is real.

I want to tag you in a post, but I don't know how? To tag me into a post you will need to reblog the post and add the tag into the text field of the post (no the tags!). If you type @kittybroker you should see this blog appear in a dropdown menu. Select kittybroker and then reblogging the post. You can also tag me into the replies of posts by opening the notes, heading to the replies section and tagging me there with the same method.

Can I submit myself? Many before have attempted this perilous feat. Yet I remain strong. No real people will be evaluated!

Do you have a cat? I do, although I rarely post it out of both privacy concerns and the sheer number of other kitties sent in. The rare occasion I do however they will all be tagged. His name is Boris and he is around nine years old. He is very crazy.

That is all for now! Remember to stay crazy and kitty!

[grinnames]

RTV! Tour Part 2: Film Department, Grinnames POV

@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

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Didn't spend as long on this, because I'm short on time:

RTV: I highly advise you against eating these letters, as they probably taste like tears, CHEESY romance and PARASOCIAL relationships. So that’s a no, I’m afraid.

Colores: (chuckles) (pretend coughs)

Grinnames: I honestly wouldn't mind it, but okay… (pouts, her ribbons droop) How do you know what they taste like anyway… You would know that it’s really not so bad if you try them…

RTV does his best to ignore that comment.

Grinnames wonders if Mr. Puzzles actually knows and has eaten paper before. Because she knew for a fact that paper stained with tears and filled with cheesy romance didn't actually taste so bad. Leaves a sweet and salty taste in her mouth. He has probably never eaten paper in his life. Look at this dude, assuming what paper tastes like, talking out of his-

RTV: As for your first question, well, Saiko and Bob have been…let go a while ago due to some HEAVY tension in the crew. So, I fear they won’t be appearing on the shows anytime soon. Rest assured though they are just FINE.”

Grinnames: I see. Thank you sir! (she takes it with a grain of salt)

Grinnames thinks that it actually made a bit of sense that Saiko and Bob were let go, given their personalities. But when someone says that "they are just fine," she knows that a lot of the time, someone is in fact, NOT fine. She says that to herself all the time. And whenever she does, she is in fact, NOT FINE. She hopes that they are "not fine" in the sense that they are simply homeless and jobless.

Grinnames finally leaves Mr. Puzzles alone.

...

RTV: - haaave a TALK with you. (places Animsay back on the floor)

Grinnames: (thinking) Wow. (She is half-unimpressed, half-amused at this point)

Animsay: Hello, bonjour, assalamu alaikum, hallo! The name’s Animsay, some of you may know me from a certain site, wink wink, others maybe not. I’m the head of the Social Media Department but we will probably get to that later! Probably.

Depending on your choices, yada yada. You read the rules.

Grinnames: ... (She gets a strange feeling, she can't describe it, but she quickly forgets it)

Grinnames: I kind of like her! She's weird!

...

Later, in the Film Department, after the gang is done introducing everything...

Grinnames (to the SMG3 crew): Question! For all of you! Why did y’all start working here? I was wondering because well… as cool as working for Mr. Puzzles is, it seemed surprising to me that all of you just got up and began working in a film department all of the sudden! So… what made you want to work here? Why the change? 

...

Later, Grinnames pulls SMG3 aside.

Grinnames: Hey! SMG3!

Grinnames: I just wanted to let you know that you’re the reason I came to the tour. I just loved watching you be yourself, so confidently and unafraid!

Grinnames: You inspire me, man! (she bows her head) I wouldn’t have started watching the show without you! 

(SMG3 can put a response here)

Grinnames: Anyways! I hope you and the crew don't mind a special surprise in the fridge later!

And with that, she zips off towards the kitchen.

Grinnames raids the fridge. She finds what she needs.

First, she needs snacks. She finds some apples and strawberries. Jackpot.

She washes them in the sink, and then slices them apart with her claws, lickety-split. She piles them into a bowl and enjoys them thoroughly. Sliced fruit is the best snack!

Now she needs ingredients. There are the veggies. The rice. The BBQ sauce. The dead rat in the corner. She'll use a bit of everything here. And her secret ingredient.

She will try not to get distracted and accidentally eat the ingredients.

Grinnames begins to cook.

...

20 minutes later...

Finished.

Behold, her best dish: Mystery Meat with Stir-Fried V*getables.

Grinnames slices off a chunk of the rather intimidating obelisk of unknown flesh and a few vegetables to eat for herself.

Grinnames then opens the fridge, put the mystery meat slice in the fridge. She scribbled "TO THE GANG, FROM GRINNAMES" on a napkin and stuck it under the plate. She dusted off her hands, admiring her work, before closing the fridge.

Snacks for a snack. The transaction was complete. Surely the gang will love it!

[rafeslvttygirl]

Girl Code - Rafe Cameron

✘ pairing ; rafe cameron x fem!reader

✘ warnings ; nsfw (18+) , cheating (i don't condone this!) , biting/ mentions of blood, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praising, countdown, daddy kink, oral (f!receiving) , fingering, dirty talk

better read in light mode

✘ wordcount ; 2.3k

summary ; rafe is dating your best friend. everything seems good between them. that is until the moment you first meet him, he can’t stop staring at you like he wants you. and despite not wanting to break the first rule of the girl code, you can’t help but want him too.

ever since you met sofia on your first day at college, she's been nothing but sweet to you. she even invited you to parties and hung around you when you had no one else. you guys were so close, in fact, she even let you temporarily stay at her house until you sorted some things out.

you'd trust her to stand by the girl code, so why couldn't you?

the answer to that question would be because of her new boyfriend, rafe cameron. you'd seen him a couple of times around figure 8.

he wasn't hard to miss. not when his title of being the prince kook was the only thing anyone could talk about. you'd always seen him from afar, never close enough to speak. just enough to catch his eyes on you a couple times at the country club.

and over time you'd developed a tiny crush, way before sofia was even introducing him as her new boyfriend.

but despite the news of their relationship, you'd so hard to forget him, and those uncontrollable feelings you had for him. but that isn't quite as easy when she'd given him an extra key to her place. for whenever he needed space from his dad.

things between sofia and rafe were seemingly going well.

but as he waltzes right into sofia's place this morning, you're met with those hypnotising blue eyes you can't stop thinking about. when you shamelessly touch yourself to the thought of his eyes on you the whole time. while you're sleeping in sofia's guest bedroom, thinking of ways her boyfriend's fingers would feel replacing yours.

he was even better looking up close.

rafe's standing right in front of you, about six-feet-something, and that alone is enough to get you high on the sight of him.

he's exactly your type. and that's exactly your problem.

about two months ago, your sister had introduced you to her boyfriend. and you ended up giving him head the next day. it wasn't like you had planned for it to happen.

but i guess you have a kink for sleeping with taken men.

"…and rafe, this is y/n," sofia introduces you two, raising her hands like expecting you to shake his hand, or something. and you'd be more than willing to do that. if it wasn't for the fact you're trying not to fantasise about it being wrapped around your neck instead. "don't be shy, he doesn't bite."

rafe's eyes never leave yours, until they skim over your body — taking in your soft pair of silky lace shorts you have on, the top you paired it with letting your breasts peak out a little. the sight is complete eye candy for him.

you felt embarrassed under his stare, feeling way too naked all of a sudden. you had no idea he was arriving this morning, so you didn't have time to freshen up or change into something more appropriate.

but rafe didn't seem to mind.

after what feels like hours, his eyes never stray away from yours. even when sofia is talking about her plans for the day, or whatever the fuck she was spewing about. you blanked out honestly, completely enraptured by rafe instead.

maybe you're overreacting it, maybe he's only looking at you because he's scared of meeting you for the first time.

but he won't stop staring… like he wants you.

"h-hi," you falter as he takes your hand for a simple handshake. but when his hands don't leave yours, you have to physically restrain yourself from jumping him, kissing him until he's training you to say only his name.

it's only been a week after you initially met him, and his hands are already wrapped around your neck like a collar on a dog. you were his bitch now.

you walked in on him after his shower. sofia had gone out for some retail therapy, and you decided to stay in instead.

and you're glad you did. especially seeing the hardness of his defined abs, the only thing on him being the loosely fitted towel around his waist. the water droplets cascade down his stomach, catching one drip down his happy trail. and the sight didn't help with your wondering imagination.

you wanted to lick him extra clean.

like a bad habit you swear only happens when you think of him, you hold your bottom lip between your teeth. you knew that falling for your best friends boyfriend was wrong. but something about him made your morals all messy.

"y'let anyone else bite that lip of yours, doll?" rafe asks, brazenly staring at your lips, the slight marks of blood drawing from your mouth catching his sight. he's so fucking desperate to lick it clean for you.

rafe swears he's a depraved man, swears that his obsession with you is leading him down a path he'll gladly never return from.

but when you're falling into his hands like the perfect little slut, he'll give anything to get you. even if he has to use sofia as bait, pretending to the public that their relationship isn't flawed.

he doesn't wan't sofia. he wants you. you're the girl he sees. the short skirts you wear, the soft glances you give him. in his head, you've always been his.

keeping your gaze grounded to the floor, it's only a matter of time before he's got his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to face his burning blue eyes. "god, you're such a naughty girl."

he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving purple-ish marks as he does. the towel that once supported him is now on the floor, his large muscular arms wrapped around your waist. you’re kind of glad that they are, because you can barely feel your legs at this point.

"rafe…" you beg, feeling one of his hands make contact with the soft flesh of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. you can feel his fingers toying with your still-clothed cunt. and you want more. "please."

"i see the way you dress around me." rafe ignores your pleas, however tempting they may be, and whispers dark and low against the shell of your ear. "like these tiny fucking booty shorts you wear… should i rip them off, and see how wet you are f'me, hm?"

before you can even form a coherent response, he releases his grip on you, leaving you to physically shudder from the loss of contact. he takes a look at your disheveled appearance, lips cocking up into a smirk.

then he takes his sweet time before stepping closer, lifting you up in his arms like you're feather light. his fingers slide inside your shorts, rubbing the nub of your sensitive clit.

you're way too lost in the way his fingers feel, sliding against your weat heat, to realise how lewd you must look in front of him — your hair a mess from his tight grip, and the pornographic moans escaping your pouty lips.

nothing about the look in his eyes is gentle. you can feel the pool of your upcoming release, can hear the lewd sounds of your stickiness resound in the hallway. you're a fucking mess, heaving and panting for him to keep going. "you gonna cum f'me, baby?"

nodding your head as a response, rafe immediately takes his hand out of your shorts, but doesn't entirely move away from you. he places a hold on your thighs, prompting you to wrap your shaky legs around his torso, and leads you both to sofia's room.

"mh- taking me so well…" rafe pants against your ear, pounding into your sweet pussy. so hard, you swear the headboard might break. he doesn't slow down, keeping the pace fast as he feels you wrap around his cock like a glove.

the tip of him reaches your g-spot relentlessly, your walls fluttering around him. "fuck… you like this? being fucked when your best friend could walk in at any moment?"

you couldn’t respond, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a strangled cry, the thought of sofia walking in right now turning you on so much.

"yes- please, oh my g-god." you could barely speak, a spew of nonsense escaping your 'o' shaped lips as rafe fills you full of his veiny, throbbing cock.

"use your words, baby," he teases you, hands finding their way back to your throat. right where they belong. "what do you need from me, hm?"

"please fuck me, daddy," you confess. "wan'you to cum inside."

"it's okay, baby. i'll do just that. cum on daddy's cock first like a good girl."

you quickly obey his orders, your thighs trembling violently, that familiar knot in your lower belly exploding as your walls clamp down on his dick. he still doesn't slow down, chasing his own high.

"good girl," rafe praises, his hands meeting the soft bulge in your stomach. he can feel himself there. leaning down to capture your lips, you feel him stagger a groan. he's close. "good fucking girl."

his thrusts falter slightly before he's ramming his seed deep inside your womb. and you can feel it all, his forehead pressed against yours as he fills you up.

rafe collapses onto the side of the bed beside you, keeping his large hand on your stomach still.

"this was a mistake," you muttered.

after the high had worn off, you were left to realise the severity of your actions. trying to sit up on the bed, you shiver under his touch that's lazily making circles on your back. you don't know what possessed you to betray your only friend. you'd done it with your sisters boyfriend too — felt so guilty afterwards.

it's what you do best, after all.

and by the looks of it, rafe won't let you go that easily. he wants you. and technically, you want him too. but you wouldn't… shouldn't do that to sofia.

"i want you…" he kisses along the softness of your shoulder, making you let out a silent moan. "i only want you, y/n."

"but-"

he doesn't give you a second to respond before his lips are on yours, pulling your body flush against his. "you don't know how long i've waited to get you."

his confession gives you butterflies. you hated to admit it, but you'd fallen for him and there was no going back now. "sofia is your girlfriend, rafe. i can't ruin your relationship with her. i shouldn't have betrayed her. i'm so stupid-"

you ramble on, but he cuts you off. "hey- hey, you're not stupid. i've wanted to break things off with sofia a long time ago, trust me."

cupping your face in his hands, his eyes land on your lips. the distance between you two becomes nonexistent, and you can barely think straight. “i’ve only ever had eyes for you.”

it was true you felt remorseful for your actions. but clearly not enough to stay away from the person that was strictly off-limits. something about rafe was like a magnetic pull you just couldn't stay away from.

and as exact proof of that, the next day he's placed right between your delicious thighs. your pretty cunt is displayed like a buffet right in front of him, ready to eat out.

"you look so pretty like this, baby." rafe has his eyes glued to yours as if nothing else in the world matters to him more. only this pretty view of you laying on his bed. "tell me again who 'ya belong to."

you'd even become foolish enough to visit tannyhill, and after the sneaky fuck you guys had in sofia's room yesterday, you can't deny how quickly you'd surrendered to his cock. to having it tear your insides out, and rearranging your guts to the brink of a sweet orgasm.

"y-you," your voice falters.

"hm… i like the sound of that."

now he's back to tongue-fucking your clit while two fingers enter your sopping wet heat. you can't help the string of loud moans that escape you, feeling him hum against your needy pussy. and then by the time you feel an orgasm approaching, he's adding a third finger. "rafe, i-"

"you gonna cum, pretty girl?"

you instantly nod your head, but then the sensation stops. he's pulling his fingers out, a string of your wetness coating his three digits, making a harsh whimper escape your lips. "not yet."

rafe raises to his feet, his whole toned physique towering over the edge of the bed. the way his ocean blue eyes burn through yours has your pussy contracting on nothing.

"gotta take a look at what's mine first, before i fuck that sweet pussy of yours."

not a second later, he's pushing you down on your back, and shifting your body closer to him on the edge. his big, angry, veiny cock is pulsating with need to be inside of you right now. you can't wait for it to completely fill you up. and when it does, you love the way the sun glistens, showing his adams apple bobbing as he groans out your name.

"look at you, taking all of me like the slut you are." his dirty words are like your undoing. your drug. his callouses wrap perfectly around your neck, making stars appear in your vision.

and just like that, you're clenching so hard around his cock, it leaves him to speed up. "shittt- baby… that feels so fucking good."

his thrusts stay consistent, making sure you take every inch of him. "harder, rafey,"

the nickname has him speeding up impossibly faster. you're a panting mess, the fluttering of your walls surrounding his cock sending rafe into complete bliss. he's pounding into you so fucking fast, you can feel his balls slapping against your ass.

rafe's movements become weak, sloppy, his head tilting back as he fucks you like you're his personal toy. "cum with me, baby. five… four…" a countdown. "three… two… one."

and on the very last number, you both cum at the same time. he stays inside of you, his hands finding themselves brushing disheveled pieces of hair out of your face. then he takes one good look at you, and you reciprocate the action.

"i'm yours, rafey."

"call me rafey again, baby. i liked it."

notes ; hope you enjoyed. i wrote this a while back and decided to revamp it a little! plz reblog and comment <3

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[reimeichan]

Helping Alters with Persecutory Behavior

Persecutors are a part of the system, whether you like it or not. Trying to pretend otherwise very often results in people getting hurt and the persecutor acting out anyways. Even non-persecutors may engage in actions that are harmful or destructive. So how do you help an alter who displays persecutory behavior?

This post got pretty long, so I'm putting the things under a read more.

1. Be respectful

All alters and parts of yourself deserve respect. Respect is not bending over backwards and being nice at all moments to them, nor is it believing everything they say no matter what. Respect is merely acknowledging they have a right to exist alongside you, and with that right to existence means a right to have their own thoughts and feelings and emotions, should they have any. You don't have to agree with everything. But you should not demean or belittle them simply for existing.

2. But also, be firm

Many persecutors and alters with persecutory behavior do not understand how their behavior hurts others or even how their behavior hurts themselves. To protect yourself from further harm, it's important to stay firm with them and establish rules, guidelines, and boundaries with them.

3. Try to understand why they behave the way they do

This is a tricky one. Oftentimes, persecutors don't fully understand why they act and think the way they do. Many may even argue that they simply "enjoy hurting others" or something to that effect. Always try to dig deeper. Are they bored? Is it some form of maladaptive behavior or a trauma response? Do they not know any other way to communicate? Sometimes the alter or part may not even know the answer(s) themselves and it's important to try to explore these questions with the alter.

4. Do not force engagement with the alter, but do acknowledge their existence

This ties back into point #1 a little bit. Persecutory alters often aren't team players and don't do well being forced into doing things with other alters. However, the answer is not to ignore them in these cases, but to simply let them be. If they wish to retreat further into the headspace, let them. If they wish to be left alone but continue to be co-conscious, you can try to engage in activities they may find interesting to show that you care about them. By acknowledging their existence but also respecting their own boundaries, you are helping to establish trust between the two of you.

5. Help find healthier coping strategies and redirect unhealthy behaviors

Many alters with persecutory behavior act the way they do because they don't know how else to express their thoughts and emotions. You can help them be heard by finding ways for them to communicate in less destructive ways. If the issue is less about communication and more about coping, you can widen their coping toolbox by introducing new coping methods and strategies.

6. Be willing to listen, but don't force them to open up.

Alters will open up when they’re ready to. Trying to force persecutory alters to speak up often results in them feeling hurt, scared, frustrated, or distrustful. Establish a sense of safety by showing you are non-judgmental of their thoughts and feelings, and eventually they may open up in their own time.

7. Meet them where they're at

Not all persecutors are the same. Some like a challenge and are more willing to communicate through yelling and argument. Some would prefer for you to poke and prod as much as possible before they finally open up. Some don't want to be seen as if they're hurting or traumatized. Whatever the case may be, take any of the above as guidelines for helping persecutory parts and not as hard and fast rules.

8. Don't forget to take care of yourself

Above all else, take care of your own needs. If you're not in a situation to be able to handle a persecutor or an alter with persecutory behavior, then don't do it. If you feel tired or burnt out, take time to recuperate. Helping the other alters in your system takes time and effort. Growth and recovery don't happen overnight, after all.

[fandomgirlz01]

Fandomgirlz01 Prompt List One:

Please Read Our Rules and Guidelines Here and Please make sure you are following them.

Romance/Fluff:

Dialogue Prompts:

“I know I say it a lot, but it’s true. You stun me, Y/N, in a way that sometimes I don’t even know what to say.”

“Are you blushing?” 

 “I can’t believe you remembered…” 

“Was that a joke? You actually have a sense of humor? Well, I’ll be damned,” 

“How about we don’t do that…”

“How about we don’t and say we did,” 

“I’m afraid that with time you’ll end up seeing me the way I see myself,”

“What would I do without you?” “Probably crash and burn,”

“Could I hold your hand?”

“Are you blushing?”

"Do you want me to stay?"

"The kitchen is on fire"

"Seriously do not touch it-”

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”

"You're messing up my hair"

"There's just one bed so you're gonna have to take the couch."

"We're just playing monopoly, it's not war…”

"I think someone's jealous"

"Show me where it hurts"

"I am not drunk."

“When was the last time you slept?"

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

"I am going to pretend I'm still sleeping."

"You fainted, are you alright?"

"You fainted, are you alright?"

"You got me flowers?"

“You have me as your lock screen?” “Umm… yeah…” 

“I see you, I promise I do. I see you right now.”

“I thought I lost you”

“Here, have my jacket”

Non-Dialogue Prompts:

Handwritten Letters

Pets

Sneaking out Together

Flowers

Beach Day

Sparklers & Fireworks

Knuckle Kiss 

Flirting at Work

Fireman's Carry

PDA

Meddling Friends

Caught in the Rain

Cuddling & Snuggling

Embarrassing moment 

Ticklish

Self Consciousness

Sleepy Kiss

Only One Bed

Desperate hug

Slow Dancing

Up Against the Wall

Overheard

Fall Asleep in My Lap confessions

Angst/Emotional:

Dialogue Prompts:

"You never cared so what does it matter anymore?"

"Please stop lying to me."

"I am begging you, please don't do this."

"I trusted you."

"Did you even consider how this would make me feel?"

"It was all just a game for you wasn't it?"

"I want you to die. There I said it."

"I can't even bare looking at you"

”You are so naive."

"You can't do this to me. Please-please open your eyes.”

"You're going to be okay. Just let me go."

"What happened to you?"

"Are you crying?"

"Was I not enough?"

"YOU-You did this to us."

"Why are you being like this?"

"All you've ever done is bring me pain."

”You have never loved anyone but yourself."

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

“He’s been gone for quite a while”

“The Baby is yours, you idiot!”

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“Don’t think this conversation is over.”

“I think you need stitches”

“Excuse me for falling in love with you.”

“We’re okay, we’re okay. We’re alive.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.”

“You’re too good for me, how do you put up with me?”

“Never ever and I mean ever forget I love you.”

"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"

Non-Dialogue Prompts:

Last day together.

Finding and bringing home the other after they got themselves lost to try to deal with the aftermath of a hard day alone/without help.

Unrequited Love:

Dialogue Prompts:

I thought we had something.” “There was nothing to begin with.”

“I love you.” “I don’t.”

“Can we please go back to how we were before?” “I don’t want to, not anymore.”

“You’re not the person I fell in love with. You’ve changed.” “Took you long enough to notice.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to let me go.”

“I have a partner.”

“I can’t live without you.” “You’ll have to learn to.”

Person A tries to confess to Person B on their birthday, but Person B introduces them to their partner.

“Why can’t you love me too?”

“Perhaps, you should find someone who does.”

Non-Dialogue Prompts:

Spending all their time together. 

Lots of physical touch whenever absolutely possible. 

Blushing and stuttering. 

So in love they get frustrated when they think the other can’t see it. 

Reading messages over and over. 

Being the first to offer a jacket when they’re cold. 

Lovesick/Obsession:

Dialogue Prompts:

"I'll be yours, no matter what."

"How did I ever get so lucky…?"

"I'm in such pain every second we're apart."

"Thinking about you is my favorite hobby..."

"I would hurt myself much more if it meant you would take care of me."

"I need you more than I need air to breathe."

"I will love you until the day I'm dead."

"After I'm done with you, your thoughts will be plagued by me."

"You deserve the entire world's attention!!"

"I've completely dedicated myself to you, why can't you do the same?"

"I actually went to see you last night… you didn't notice, but you looked so cute!"

"I don't want to hurt you, honey."

"If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?"

"The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny."

"The next time they touch you, I'll cut their wretched limbs off."

"I want to tell you how much I love you until my throat starts bleeding."

"All I want is to see that smile!"

"I would only hurt you if you really wanted me to."

"Take out all your anger on me; as long as I get your attention, I don't care!"

"I want to be yours, hold me tightly forever!"

"I'm always willing to go further with you..."

"Nobody needs to know."

"I'll gouge your eyes out myself so that the last thing you see is my face~!"

"Don't you dare leave me alone."

"Your blood looks so pretty…"

"Don't say such things about yourself, you angel-!"

"I know all there is to know about you, my love."

"I am jealous. I'm so horribly jealous."

"I will change into the person you desire… you deserve the best."

"Controlling all these emotions I have for you is just too hard."

"I can't lose this feeling, I can't lose you!"

"Isn't it romantic~?"

"Hit me. You'll feel better."

"I feel like I'm losing my mind-!"

"I can't calm down."

"My heart just won't stop p-pounding."

"I'm madly in love with you!!"

"Beautiful baby! So lovely, so breathtaking! Captivating! Alluring!"

Non-Dialogue Prompts:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[melis-writes]

Announcing "The Godfather Girlies" – a Discord server meant for all Godfather fans and Pacino girlies!! 🤗❤️

I've been working on polishing up this little server for a while and accepting members at long last! 🌹✨ It's a brand new server so there's very few members in it but I hope you'll consider joining!

Whether you're just a Godfather enjoyer or all around Pacino girlie, the Discord server has several channels to talk about the film, the amazing actors/actresses in it and if you're a reader of my fics, there's channels dedicated for each fic too! 🤭 It's honestly a great way to bond with others in the fandom over mutual interest (that you don't have to be normal about lmao) and make new friends. 🥹

I will also be on there regularly and would be happy to meet more of you guys! 💞 Please note that this server is 18+ and for adults only. There is also a designated NSFW channel because despite being 18+, some members may not want to see/interact with any NSFW. There's several other channels to talk about and interact with just what you want!!

Click here to join the Discord, and don't forget to check out the rules, say hello and introduce yourself in #introductions and pick a role (especially if you read my fics)! ❤️❤️❤️

[local-zaunite-cuisine]

Sir, what was the aesthetic goal here? Because from where I'm standing, you look like a rich Victorian child who just found out he won't inherit the family estate. You look like your biggest personality trait is brooding in a dimly lit study, staring at a glass of whiskey you don't actually drink. This face doesn't say dangerous or mysterious. This is a face that says I read poetry to impress women, but misinterpret every metaphor. And what's going on with your hair? These wispy, uneven strands? It's not ‘messy in an effortless, rugged way’. It's a ‘messy because I spent 20 minutes trying to make it look like I don't care.’ Your hair is giving. I let my mother cut it until I was 17 and now I don't trust hairstylists. It looks like you style it by running your fingers through it dramatically every time someone asks what's wrong. Your whole look screams, I was a child prodigy, but now I gamble my family's fortune and refuse to talk about my feelings. You look like you have a complicated relationship with your father. You look like the type to introduce yourself with a cryptic quote instead of a name. You look like the type of man who says I don't believe in labels but cries when his situationship moves on. You look like you throw a glass at a wall in frustration because someone didn't text back fast enough. You look like you'd correct someone's grammar in a text and mansplain the sunset.

At the risk of mansplaining, I'm going to parse this.

Sir, what was the aesthetic goal here?

To look sexy and high class.

Because from where I'm standing, you look like a rich Victorian child who just found out he won't inherit the family estate.

I don't use he/him, but that's basically the look I was going for.

You look like your biggest personality trait is brooding in a dimly lit study, staring at a glass of whiskey you don't actually drink.

Not much to brood about in my life, in all honesty.

This face doesn't say dangerous or mysterious.

Wasn't trying to be dangerous or mysterious.

This is a face that says I read poetry to impress women, but misinterpret every metaphor.

I read poetry because I like poetry?

And what's going on with your hair? These wispy, uneven strands? It's not ‘messy in an effortless, rugged way’. It's a ‘messy because I spent 20 minutes trying to make it look like I don't care.’

I actually don't use anything in my hair, so that checks out.

Your hair is giving. I let my mother cut it until I was 17 and now I don't trust hairstylists.

I guess it is a bit shaggy right now.

It looks like you style it by running your fingers through it dramatically every time someone asks what's wrong.

I run my fingers through it even when nothing is wrong, it's a bad habit, I know.

Your whole look screams, I was a child prodigy, but now I gamble my family's fortune and refuse to talk about my feelings.

I'm not that smart nor am I rich.

You look like you have a complicated relationship with your father.

I love my dads, I try to visit often.

You look like the type to introduce yourself with a cryptic quote instead of a name.

I did that one time, please let me forget I did it.

You look like the type of man who says I don't believe in labels but cries when his situationship moves on.

I can't stop getting giddy when I call Jayce my boyfriend, so I guess I do like labels.

You look like you throw a glass at a wall in frustration because someone didn't text back fast enough.

That's stupid.

You look like you'd correct someone's grammar in a text and mansplain the sunset.

Bold of you to assume I know the rules of grammar!

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

My thoughts & opinions on thoughtforms

I wanna talk about my thoughtforms, because it's something I'm really passionate about. This post will not directly relate to witchcraft or paganism/deity work, even though thoughtforms can be a spiritual practice, I do not currently include mine in my craft. With that out of the way, let's talk about got I got to them. (This is a long post btw)

In case you don't know exactly what a thoughtform is, it's an entity created of one's own energy that can fulfill it's designated purpose, which can be as small or big as it's creator decided. It may be a human friend or an animal companion, or a weird, eight-legged creature that helps you fall asleep at night. Good we got that down, so let's go!

As a kid I've had a ton of "imaginary friends". Going through puberty, that only solidified, since I didn't have many real life friends. I've also had maladaptive daydreams all my life which may have caused this almost irrational attachment towards made up characters. However, only after finding the witchcraft community on Tumblr, did I learn that thoughtforms are a thing in magic.

Destroying thoughtforms

When I learned about thoughtforms, I read that you're supposed to be able to destroy them once they no longer serve your purpose, or else they would either "run off" or get bitter from the lack of attention and energy being invested into them. To that I wanna say, everyone has their own practice and their own rules, and for me, this just isn't the case. My thoughtforms have never gotten upset at me for forgetting about them for a while. They're still my friends, and I don't have to spend every single free minute on them.

I also don't believe in destroying my thoughtforms. There's just no reason I could think of to do that. They go through life with me like other things do. And if I'll eventually forget about them, the universe will take care of it. Maybe we'll reunite some day.

Creating thoughtforms

Another opinion I have on thoughtforms is that many people, especially those teaching about thoughtforms, are too strict on what is and isn't a thoughtform and how to create one. If you make up a character and give it permission to roam around and do things and you believe that this is your thought form, then it most probably is.

There are different approaches and opinions about "feeding" your thoughtform. Put shortly – I don't do that. They are an extension of me, my energy, and have become independent. They exist because I believe in them and interact with them. That just my standpoint and it works for me.

Of course you can do a ritual, perform a spell, light a candle, write a contract and make a 3D model of your thoughtform and you can read three books on it and write your own. But you can also sit in your bed and think up a silly figure and say "your name shall be Silversparkle and you will remind me that I'm pretty every day" and you have your thoughtform. (Not making fun of people who like to have a formal and fancy process, I'm just saying it's not necessary to do all that if it feels like too much)

Intimidating thoughtforms

Here's a note on thoughtforms being "too powerful" or "pushy". I personally haven't had this issue, but apparently others have. In my personal experience, a thoughtform is only ever as powerful as you believe it to be. Therefore, the only way they could come across as "too powerful" or intimidating is if you are unsure of yourself and create something you don't fully understand – therefore are scared of.

When I first officially introduced my first thoughtform, he had existed way before this point. I just basically told him "you get this label now, and I allow you to develop a mind of your own," and that was it. And that was scary at first, because I didn't know what this would change. In the end, it only brought us closer together, and I've never been intimidated by him anymore after that initial introduction.

I have a mental space for my human thoughtforms. It's where they are when they're not with me. I can visit this place too in my mind. They're both very beautiful places that I find a lot of comfort in. I've set clear boundaries with my first thought form about when he can and can't leave that place, since he started just popping up in inconvenient moments in the beginning. Never dealt with that again, not even with another thoughtform.

I also wanna mention here that I no longer rely on my thoughtforms as substitutes for real friends, and no one ever should. My thoughtform was my closest companion for a while because I didn't have any good, close friends, and I was struggling with mental health. No one should ever (have to) view their thoughtform as a replacement for human interaction. I'm very grateful for the friends I've made since.

I'm probably gonna make a follow-up post where I talk about my own thoughtforms and what they do, and how I interact with them. Cause I like really love them and they do a lot for me so I wanna share it with the community, since I very rarely see anyone in the witchcraft community talk about thoughtforms.

That's all, lots of love 💜

[lususnatura]

1, 6, 7. for the munday meme.

experience yourself - munday questions meme!

AHH, hello, nox!! TYSM for sending these in though i know i am rather late to answering them now (': however, i will always appreciate y'all sending stuff in... so yeah! i shall get right to answering these :D

01. when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp ,  &   do  you  remember  how ?

OOH, okay, this is a good question because its honestly a bit complicated. but one of the oldest online friends that i have actually introduced me to the idea that you could RP on tumblr because she's been on it for a while! or, at least, a lot longer than i've been on tumblr LOL though she doesn't roleplay on here... i had met her through another site where people roleplay, but it was one that i originally joined in order to write books.

but the general gist of it is that she told me that tumblr is a really fun place to kind of interact with other people and at the time, i was hesitant to join any other social media because i was very private - you know? though i thought it was interesting that she mentioned that people roleplayed on here, as on the site i used to be on, people had to do it an entirely different way as there was no 'askbox' like there is one here. only a message-board for your account and so all roleplays had to really take place there BUT like i was saying, in january of this year, that site had drastically dropped in activity whenever it came to roleplaying.

so i began to look for a different place to do so on and lo + behold, i then remembered that my online friend had mentioned that you could roleplay on tumblr!! and thus... my first account on here, @mad-hunts, was born. because it did seem fun on the outside and it turned out that joining the platform resulted in me having a lot of fun + i'm continuing to do so now as well so i'd say that i'm very grateful for my friend introducing me to it. because, otherwise, i would've likely not known about it at all.

06. is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ?

hmm, well... i think that the RP community is made up of a lot of awesome people who are also SUPER talented, by the way! and thus, i have already made a lot of good memories whenever it comes to roleplaying on here with other people. but like all things, there is unfortunately bound to be at a few aspects of it that irk you, i guess you could say. the first thing that popped into my head is not like a big thing to me, but its still important.

and that is when people don't read your rules. i mean... don't get me wrong, i'm not infallible myself and mistakes happen sometimes where i might forget about something, but i always try to remember to read a person's rules before interacting with them. this is, of course, because they often contain boundaries that are significant for the roleplayer in question; and if you don't read them then you are potentially risking breaking them as a result.

but yeah, its also important because you want to know how a person's character might diverge from canon if it has anything written about that in their rules and they exist in media; or if they're an oc, it might contain some information in there that is crucial to know. and although i would never accuse anyone on here of not wanting to get to know a person's character as y'all are awesome - like i mentioned before, its just best to read a person's rules so that way, you don't have to guess something about another person's muse (which may lead to some conflict) and you aren't disrespecting anyone's boundaries.

07. what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most ?

this is a really interesting question, actually, NGL because it caused me to take a deep-dive into what movies / shows i've watched where i really felt a connection to one character or another. and i'm not going to lie - there are a few out there that i've related to. the one i want to talk about now though might be kind of an odd pick, but hear me out: coraline from the movie by henry selick was a character that i used to relate to a lot, and still kind of do, as... yeah.

she's a kid in the movie, but goddd, are the things she experienced in the movie relatable to me. i mean, wanting to escape from reality because the truth of the matter is... its kind of disappointing at times and being in someplace that's always exciting is very appealing because of that? that's definitely something i've felt, yeah. but coraline also discovers by the end of the movie, i think, that its okay that life is sometimes mundane and/or disappointing at times. because you get to spend your life with people who love you, such as your friends and family, who make your life richer / make everything feel like its worth it.

there's also an elephant in the room with coraline just being a bit different, but i say that in the best way, in other character's perspectives - even those of her family like her mom and friends like wybie. but of course, both of them actually reveal themselves to care about her and in a non-toxic way, which is a way in which the other mother wasn't willing to provide for coraline in the movie. + i've always felt a little bit different from others and like i was isolated from them in the past, but people have proved to me before that... no, they're actually better than you might think sometimes and they like you because of what makes you different.

[arvikajain1234]

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