#dunno. just musing

[ragsy]

My infinite respect to creators and personalities on the internet who set clear boundaries between them and their audience, both in a "there's an obvious power dynamic at play here" way and in a "that's a human person, please don't be weird at them just because you like their stuff" way

[goddess-of-graphite]

thinking about how you could combine the “ghosts fight socially” and “strongest ghosts make the rules” with the “Danny is a baby ghost and needs a ghostly guardian/parent” and I have decided that it’s “if you can defeat and then keep the baby contained then it is now yours” and thats why Danny’s experiences with ghosts are Like That

[misc-obeyme]

Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!

Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)

You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.

Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.

Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.

You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"

Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."

You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.

You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.

Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."

His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."

Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.

You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.

You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.

Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"

"I want you to bite harder," you said.

Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."

A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.

In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.

When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.

Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.

Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.

"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."

"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.

The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.

The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.

When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.

"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."

You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."

Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.

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[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

For those of you interested, I sell nearly all of my Malevolent art on my shop! Shop closes July 13th to prep for Halloween! Here's just a handful of examples, but I also sell Trigun Stampede, Stanley Parable, and various YouTuber merch!

[canisalbus]

I've always wanted to ask how you can draw an oc that you know has a bad end/dies in their story. You are stronger than me and I'd love to know what motivates you

I know I'm in a minority on this and most OC creators don't think about their characters' deaths, but it's never bothered me much honestly. The way I see it, if I know how their life starts and how it ends, it's much easier to figure out what happens in the middle.

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Dommes in oversized comfy sweaters, long socks and messy buns. You agree.

[ex-textura]

The first time Muse ever admits to being in love is at the circus, in front of that dryad and Astarion himself, backed up by the sounds of laughter and music and Flair's raucous jeering.

She knew, of course. Everybody knew. Muse has never been subtle a day in his life.

still, though.

He's hesitant to be so vulnerable, considers pulling Flair away from Gale and using her instead as a scapegoat but. Astarion is right there, so gorgeous with the sun in his hair and that smirk and Muse is feeling a little foolhardy. So he tells her he's in love. Tells Astarion and Flair and Gale that he's in love. And he thinks Astarion is going to be upset, or maybe tease him for getting sentimental.

But he doesn't.

They do the silly little love test. They meet at the centre of the log in front of the waterfall and Astarion smiles at him in that way he's started to do lately, and after it's done he's still smiling when he touches Muse's face like he's made of porcelain and kisses him in front of everyone.

And it's nice, as it turns out, being in love.

[neddea]

When your homie is so bad at lying and is having too much of a great time to pass as a damsel in distress and you have to put their scarf around their mouth to shut them up. But you’re also a good friend and leave a way out of the ropes for them to kick some villain ass :D ...soooo, hello again? I told you I wasn’t dead

[ahli-stuff]

*Sweating throwing up nauseous dizzy*

What if vox is Asian American

[helenvader]

I suppose I'm not the first one to mull over this, but unless Elrond's "defeating Sauron will come first, even before you" is a red herring (and it's not, there was a reason for that exchange), then that's what's going to happen... probably in Episode 8?

I have absolutely no idea about the "how" of it, though. I'm sure people have already discussed it, and I even think I might have seen such posts, but can't find them.

Do you have a theory?

I have listened to The Last Temptation, but I'm not particularly good at deciphering music except emotionally, so that didn't help. :-)

The wait between Episode 7 and Episode 8 will be just as agonizing as with S1. I can see that very clearly!

[s-ephiroth]

that angeal analysis post is making me think about how both sephiroth and genesis don't fully grasp the hidden implications behind angeal's behavior towards his sword or, if they do, they don't really comment on it in ways that would validate the whole philosophy of not using a resource/tool unless explicitly necessary

as far as we know it, sephiroth does take notice that angeal isn't using his Cool Sword™/is holding back against him and — whether he knows or not about the sword's origin and why angeal behaves the way he does — provokes him into using it (which doesn't happen)

genesis is there when this happens and doesn't scold sephiroth for that, instead interrupting because he wants to 1v1 sephiroth, leaving it ambiguous whether or not he's intervening to be "heroic" to angeal (sparing him from using the buster sword unnecessarily) or for his own gain (winning against sephiroth in a duel means he's stronger or more skilled than him)

regardless, genesis doesn't grow up in poverty (neither does sephiroth, though i think neither of them have normal childhoods) so he wouldn't truly get the meaning behind the behavior in practice

and then there's angeal himself in the middle of all this... did he even tell either of them what happened to his dad because of the sword? did he have time to even grieve or did he get the news once he was already in midgar?

like

the way sephiroth and genesis seem to behave (or lack a reaction) to angeal's behavior towards his sword keeps sending me the idea that he was likely bottling up about it to the point neither of them noticed it in a way that would have either of them going "are you ok? why are you being touchy about the sword?"

... usually i would think of sephiroth being the one among them to bottle up the most, opening up only when he feels comfortable enough to do so or even reluctantly admitting he knows he shouldn't share his issues with others, but!! it may turn out that angeal is much worse with that?

which does reflect in the way he physically degrades, even

unlike genesis who shows visual cues (whitening hair, cracks on skin, etc), angeal stays basically the same aside from the wing, which... good allegory for depression being an "invisible" ailment, but also??? excellent way to show that angeal was hiding A LOT of what was happening to himself from others

by the point the penance fight ends, by the point we have enough to make all the conclusions that excellent analysis post by pumpkin makes, angeal is visually very degraded, just like genesis

because we can see it now

and if only sephiroth and genesis could've seen too, if they really didn't, if only

[cordycepsbian]

theyre having Cave Dinner

[gold0kapi]

Almost wanna edit these dudes out to just get more of this delicious lighting lol

Anywho, Twitter’s on its deathbed it would seem and I don’t have a Bluesky invite yet. Probably going to open up a Patreon so I can post whatever I want, at the quality/image size I want, I have lots of WIPs and sketches/studies and headcanon things (also writing?) that I’d like to share but don’t really want to on Twitter... I dunno, Twitter feels... very chaotic and sometimes very aggressive and I feel uneasy over there a lot of the time..? I like Tumblr, but I can’t post half of what I draw here obviously. So yeah, probably going to make a Patreon unless a better option presents itself.

/thoughts

[bloomedwings]

I'm as big a fan of "there were signs" jokes as anyone. Yeah I would play in the high heel shoes at my preschool, yes the people I got along with best in school turned out to be non-binary as well, Trinity tumbling down the stairs and landing at the bottom with guns drawn did cause some weird brain electricity, I was obsessed with Zelda, my female MC in Xenoblade Chronicles X ended up looking like an idealized version of myself, Celeste shot up to be one of my favorite games, my two favorite colors have been purple and yellow, blah blah. Maybe I was always... this.

But I also think the idea of "you were always trans" tries to fit gender in yet another mold. I remember a post a while back about how people can change. You can be gay, then not be, explore, expand, etc. For me, it's a chicken or egg situation. And yes, insert egg joke. Was I "always trans/non-binary" or did positive experiences with femininity show me that there was something more? It's possible that when someone was a dude playing as a female character in their favorite RPG that they actually were a dude and weren't "always this". They could've fully been "a dude" then. I believe there are people who it was "always in them". I also believe that there is no strict placement of where you are. Genderfluidity exists. Especially as we change what concepts mean. Society said what a woman is. If you fit that and then break out of that mold, that doesn't mean you have to kill what you had. Or if you broke free of the label, said "I'm not a woman", and then we figure out some better way to define woman that makes you say "oh I am that" then fuck yeah that's your choice.

[quietlyblooms]

tbh the only thing holding me back from getting obsessed with demon slayer again is the fact that i haven't watched anything after the entertainment district arc. do you know how easily i'd fall right back into dissecting the characters and writing my whole roster of dorks?? too easily...

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Shower thought:

The trope of “disaster mom with ridiculously mature teenage daughter” should die. Or at least be seriously rewritten.

The two examples I am thinking of are Lorelei from Gilmore Girls and Susan from Desperate Housewives. (Full disclaimer: I only watched a couple seasons of DH).

The grown woman who doesn’t have a partner and makes their daughter their emotional support - and the most mature member of their tiny two-person household! - is insulting to single mothers and damaging to young girls. Because a child - a CHILD - should never be their parent’s support. (Note: I am not discussing post-adulthood relationships with parents)

And the fact that I came up with TWO major shows depicting this dynamic in the course of my shower? Ugh.

Of course, there is the problem that in GG all the teens were written as if they were tiny 30 year old women. And in DH Susan and Julie were written for laughs… but I think there’s something here about how the grown-ass women were basically children until they hooked up with their love interest while the children were treated as the “stand-in adult partner.” I mean at least in GG, Lorelei is shown having & being competent at a good job. Susan - my two biggest memories of her are her getting locked out of her own house naked and her jamming her daughter’s school project down the garbage disposal to jam it.

I think it works better in Gilmore Girls because Rory is a complete character, not just the straight man for her mom’s comedy. Worth noting that GG was created by a woman while DH was made by a man…

Anyway. I don’t like major media (please understand: I’m talking about major mainstream media!!!) treating grown women like children and teen girls like grown women. It says something unpleasant about society.