#dynamic pie chart

[ducktracy]

I went to see the day the earth blew up bc of your post and I can't believe Daffy Duck is confirmed transgender

YAAAAAY I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THIS!!! that's great!!

i've been loving the influx of trans Daffy posts i've been seeing because of this film... he's been laying eggs since at least 1950! this isn't even anything new! always has been!

okay well this is actually incredibly misleading because that is, in fact, not his egg but he took credit for it anyway BUT. he does lay an actual egg at gunpoint ("that just goes ta show ya! you don't know what you're gonna do 'til ya gotta gun against yer head!") . so the point remains the same

also check out this officially licensed trans Daffy fidget cube? or i guess trans Tweety gay Daffy fidget cube? both? i don't know but it makes me laugh out loud every single time i see it

[taamlok]

sitting here like some kind of pervert eating a burrito and watching the results come in

[sv3t1ana]

SYNOPSIS ᯓ Choso Kamo is a waste of your time. A temp intern with no real skills, constantly fumbling through tasks he barely understood. You've tried to get rid of him, but the agency won't take him back until his contract is done. You've been treating him like the extra he is, deciding that if he's going to waste your time, he might as well make himself useful.

PAIRING ᯓ Intern! Choso x Executive fem! Reader

WARNINGS ᯓ dubcon, office AU, degrading (really not that bad tho), he calls reader "ma'am," reader is mean to him (lmao sorry), reader is a workaholic, choso sucks at his job, power dynamics, choso has tattoos, obedience, use of "good boy," oral (m and f receiving), size kink, fingering (f receiving), punishment, unprotected p i v sex, begging, sub choso x dom reader?

WORD COUNT ᯓ 3.6k

SERIES ᯓ GOJO ⋮ GETO ⋮ CHOSO

Choso Kamo.

A lowly intern hired into this company, not based on merit, just placed here through a temp agency you signed a contract with a few years ago.

It’s gotten to the point where you tried to get rid of him, calling the agency yourself. That’s right, you took precious time out of your day to get rid of him.

“So, you’re telling me he still has a month here?”

“If you don’t have reasonable grounds to fire him, then yes, he will stay for an additional four weeks.”

You sighed, throwing your head back and tossing your feet up on your mahogany desk.

This intern was going to be the death of you. Seriously. Last week you tasked him with some very simple data visualizations, and he returned a pie chart.

A pie chart.

A single pie chart.

“Kamo, what the fuck is this?”

Choso was completely serious, sitting in the chair across from your desk in your private, sleek office. “It’s a visualization of last quarter’s trends.”

You glanced down, almost jaw-slack in disbelief. There was a big rainbow pie chart, indicating… last quarter’s trends? “Kamo,” you said, voice flat, “this is an abomination.”

You didn’t hold back tearing it apart in front of his face, tossing it on the ground at his feet while you silently pointed toward the door, motioning him to leave. It was sad actually, just a small part of your heart aching at the clueless loser here only because he could pass a drug test. It’s clear he tried, but somehow the dataset became absolutely vile, even after you provided a cleaned one.

It was so fucked up, seriously. As an executive you had meetings on meetings, you barely had time to eat let alone find ways to get Choso fired. Most of your days began and ended sipping caffeine, you even worked on the weekends. And to have this inferior being who can barely copy a few papers ruin your day was just the icing on the cake.

He’d already been here for a month, a temporary contract-to-hire position, (he clearly wasn’t getting hired) and you’ve just been having him run your errands for you.

“I need you to get this dry cleaned.”

“Go to my car and bring me the box of files.”

“Put my mug in the kitchen.”

He was almost like a pet, barely good enough to be named slave as you just ran out the rest of his time here with trivial duties.

It was a hell of a Thursday afternoon, pausing your busy schedule and setting your Microsoft Teams to offline as you waited in your office, blinds closed while you rested your head in your hand, slowly drifting off to sleep until-

BANG!

“Ma’am, I have your lunch,” Choso stood at the doorway dripping wet as he panted out of breath.

The sound of the door slamming open jolted you awake, your heart lurching against your ribs. He stood there, shoulders rising and falling, his shirt soaked through, clinging to his skin like it was painted on.

You blinked, trying to focus on something, anything other than the way his pecs pressed against the damp fabric, the slow drip of rainwater from his hair rolling down the side of his neck.

Absolutely not.

You forced your gaze to his face. He wasn’t even looking at you, too busy trying to catch his breath, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every inhale.

“...Apologies for the late time,” he finally muttered, stepping forward to set the bag of food on your desk.

You stared at him, but truly it wasn’t purposeful, your brain was just lagging, refusing to process anything except fuck, he’s actually kind of-

No. Not happening.

You cleared your throat, reaching for the food like it was going to save you. “You look disgusting,” you muttered, barely glancing up.

He huffed a small laugh, shaking out his sleeves in your pristine office before stepping away, rainwater leaving faint specks on your office floor. He didn’t say anything else. Just turned and walked out.

And yet, you didn’t stop staring until the door clicked shut behind him.

God, at least he’s pretty, too bad he’s useless.

That weekend you didn’t think about him once. Really, you didn’t.

But still, you were restless.

That weekend, you caught yourself checking your phone too often, feeling agitated over things that had nothing to do with work. You opened your email just to have something to do, only to find a message from Choso.

RE: Revised Visualizations

Attached are the updated charts per your feedback. Let me know if further revisions are needed.

Oh.

You clicked the attachment, expecting the same disaster as before.

And, well, of course it still sucked, but it was less awful. He was improving.

You set your laptop aside and rubbed your temples. Maybe you just needed a distraction.

It has been years since you last had one.

Work truly consumed the entirety of you, it was the only thing on your mind. Your laundry constantly piled up, dishes overflowing your sink often because you worked too damn hard.

It’s been so long since you had a boyfriend, not that you were keeping track but it’s been about 2 years, 6 months, and 24 days since you broke up with him. He was too bland, too safe, not exciting enough for you, but at least he was a distraction.

Hm, maybe you found yourself bored again, wanting to feel the adrenaline course your veins with a new love interest, but you just sat alone in your office the following week, sighing as you poked your food with a fork. You had no time for a relationship.

That next week you found your office a complete mess, last week the stakeholders visited, and you had endless meetings, constantly having to prove yourself in your position as a woman to these disgusting old men who only wanted money, it was draining.

Piles of paper scattered your floor, you had no idea which filing cabinet they belonged to. Your desk a mess, too, crowded with too many coffee mugs and random office supplies, where did this shit even originate from?

So, you invited Choso to clean your mess for you. Tasking him to organize the scattered papers covering almost your entire office floor. You watched as he sat on his knees, sleeves rolled up revealing toned forearms littered with tattoos.

“All of these papers are titled about the first quarter’s finances.”

Choso’s voice was steady as he handed you the file, but you barely registered the words.

Because his hands.

Shit.

You didn’t mean to look, didn’t mean to notice how thick and long his fingers were, the way the veins ran up his arms, disappearing beneath the rolled-up sleeves.

You swallowed. Taking the file a little too quickly, clicking your pen aggressively.

He sat on his knees, sorting through the mess you’d left him with, hair falling loose from his buns. Sharp jawline. The slow bob of his throat when he swallowed. The slight furrow in his brow as he focused.

You had to mentally will yourself to tear your eyes away, flipping through the file like your life depended on it. “You probably gave me the wrong one,” you muttered.

He exhaled, running a hand through his bangs and pushing them back for just a second, just long enough for you to notice his dark eyes, furrowed brows, the light sheen of sweat clinging to his temples.

You clicked your pen again, harder this time.

This was just nothing, nothing at all.

You were beginning to get frustrated, really frustrated. Because what the hell is wrong with you?

It’s not just some passing thought or fleeting distraction that can be shaken off with a splash of cold water. It lingered in your mind, the parts of your mind that should be occupied with financial reports and quarterly projections. Every time you saw him, some unwelcome thought wormed its way into your brain, like the way he had a ridiculous devotion to completing the most mundane tasks you assigned him. It’s infuriating, really, because how could you, as an executive, someone that clawed your way to the top of this company, be distracted by the likes of him?

Choso Kamo. A temp. A lowly intern who struggled inputting a SUM function in Excel. There’s about three million YouTube tutorials for that, by the way. This was supposed to be his last week here.

It’s not like you’ve never dealt with useless men before, your job is filled with them. Old, crusty men in ill-fitted suits who pretended you weren’t their intellectual superior. But at least they didn’t invade your mind like this.

And worse? He was so obedient, like some helpless thing always awaiting your instructions. He always called you ma’am, whether out of genuine respect or blind adherence to authority, you didn’t know.

Maybe that’s why, as you sat in your office, hands clenched into fists against your desk, you decide.

If you’re going to suffer through the remaining time of his employment, you might as well make it worth your while.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, rolling your shoulders as you stood from your chair, exiting your office.

“Kamo, my office. Now.”

No explanation. No context. Just a simple demand.

You waited, hearing a hesitant knock at first, light and unsure. It’s the same way he approaches everything, carefully like he’s afraid of stepping out of line.

“Come in.”

Choso enters, standing awkwardly just past the doorway, his hands clasped in front of him. “You wanted to see me, ma’am?”

“Close the door.”

He does, albeit clumsily, his fingers fumbling with the handle for a second too long. You watch in silence as he turns his back toward you, shoulders stiff and posture straight as if he’s bracing for reprimand.

Instead of speaking immediately you stood again, walking toward your large office windows that overlooks the rest of the department floor. The blinds are drawn halfway up, letting just enough visibility in for others to see. That won’t do.

One by one, you lowered them, the only noise in the room being the mechanical whir of the blinds. Choso shifted nervously on his feet.

“You’ve been here for almost two months now,” you mused, tone even as you turn to face him fully. “Longer than I would’ve liked, but still.”

Choso nods, saying nothing.

You step closer, crossing the room slow and deliberately. “And despite your many, many failures, you’ve somehow managed to be useful in one way.”

His brows knit together slightly, but he remains silent, waiting.

You tilted your head as if to observe him. His hands are still clasped in front of him, his stance rigid, like he didn’t know whether to be nervous or grateful.

Good.

That mean’s he’ll listen.

You extend a hand, fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck as your thumb traced his jawline.

“You want to be useful, don’t you, Kamo?” Your voice was smooth, measured.

He nods immediately. “Yes, ma’am.”

You dropped your head slightly, “you have…” you sigh, feigning disappointment, “such a bad habit of wasting my time.”

He flinches, subtly, but you saw it.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I-”

You tut, cutting him off. “But I’ve decided something.”

He falls silent again, waiting.

“If you insist on wasting my time, then I’ll run out the rest of yours however I see fit.”

“I don’t understand…” his voice was quiet, more careful.

You laughed softly, reaching behind him to flick the lock on the door. The click is soft but heavy, something final, “you don’t need to.”

You see the way his breath catches. How his fingers tighten into his palm like he’s resisting the urge to fidget. How his pupils dilate just slightly as you eye his figure up and down, like you were a predator sizing up prey.

And he is prey, nervous, uncertain, and pliant.

“You always listen so well,” you muse, talking slow steps to sit back at your desk. “Always so eager to do exactly as I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes.

You smile.

“Then be a good boy, Kamo.”

He shudders.

You motion him to your side of the desk. “Take a seat.”

He did so nervously, not expecting you to snap at the ground petitioning him to kneel before you.

“This is your first task, make me cum in 3 minutes or you’re fired.”

Though, this was an objectively easy task for him, you were aroused last night even thinking about it, no idea the state of your cunt currently.

You watched as he sat on his knees before you, inching yourself closer to the edge of your chair while you spread your legs, showcasing your naked center under your skirt.

You could almost hear the thumps of his heart, “aww, don’t be shy, Kamo. You’re running out the clock!” You say playfully.

He nervously looked around him, swallowing hard before licking his lips. His hands traveled up your legs, gripping your thighs to spread you even wider.

You leaned back in your chair, and it was almost as if he attacked you with his tongue like his job depended on it. Because, well, it did.

Inhaling through his nose, he used the flat of his tongue to draw a long, slow stroke along your folds while you exhaled loudly. Quickly, he lapped at you, dipping in your entrance with his tongue before he drew circles with the tip of it on your clit.

You couldn’t help but grip his hair as he worked you, inserting two dept fingers and curling them ever-so-slightly while the lower half of his face was buried in you. And you pulled him closer, tighter to you as you felt him begin to sweat profusely.

It was so cute, really, was he doing this because he wanted to? Or that he didn’t want to lose his job? Surely, he knew he wouldn’t get hired after his contract ran out, right?

“Mmm, one minute, Kamo,” you were breathless, having gone so long without the touch of the opposite sex, either that or Choso finally found something he was good at.

You reached your climax fast, crying out when he quickened his pace, your slick slit gushing out in the palm of his hand while he fucked you through it, gripping the back of his head and practically suffocating him between your thighs.

You gripped his forehead and forcefully shoved him out of you on the edge of overstimulation, leaving him on his hands and knees catching his breath.

You looked over at the digital clock on your computer, “congratulations, you passed!”

He looked up at you, a glossy film of sweat covering his face, or rather, a mix of his sweat and your arousal.

“Stand up.”

He obeyed.

“Look at you,” you tilted your head, eyeing the huge bulge that tented his slacks. “You’re all excited just from eating me out, hm?”

You groped his clothed cock, feeling how big it was under your hands. “Are you ready for your second task?”

You didn’t even give him time to respond before you undid his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down boxers included, his thick length popping out.

“If you cum, I’ll punish you.” You began stroking his length, using two hands to jerk him as you spit, using your thumb to spread his pre around his sensitive, engorged tip.

He nearly buckled at the knees, breath quickening and sweat dripping from his temples as he held back. “F-fuck…”

And you gave him no mercy, wetting your lips and pressing light kisses at his tip, squeezing his base with one hand as the other massaged his balls.

He was hunched over, using your desk as purchase while he watched from above as you took only the tip in your warm mouth, spitting on it to use as more lubricant for your hand that tugged him.

You let him out of your mouth slowly, “you look so pathetic,” you mused. “All fucked-out when all I did was lick your tip.”

You watched as his mouth dropped open, using both hands squeezing him tight, jerking him and letting his tip rest on your tongue.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, body convulsing as he struggled to maintain balance, painting your face and tongue with white, ruining your makeup and your tastebuds.

You sat still as he came down from his high, still fully erect in your hands. “You failed.” You said flatly.

He looked at you almost in shock, still out of breath.

“You can leave now,” you started rummaging through your drawers for tissues, wipes, anything to get rid of the horrible artwork left on your face. “Oh, see me in my office first thing tomorrow, for your punishment, of course.”

He didn’t say a word as he took a tissue from you, cleaning himself up before stuffing his still-hard length back in his pants and returning to his desk for the rest of the day.

It was the next day when he entered your office, you noticed the slight bulge in his pants already.

Oh, how faithful he was for you.

You sat on your desk, legs crossed and a bored expression across your face.

Choso averted his gaze, “ma’am, I’m ready to face my punishment.”

It looked like you just fired the man, as if he had a wife and kids at home and you just fired him before the Christmas bonus came in.

“Today you’re going to fuck me.” You said it so blatantly, just putting it out there in the air.

It simmered for a minute, Choso nervously looking around the room to see the blinds barely open. If someone wanted to peak in and see, they would.

“I-I don’t have any condoms,” he checked his pockets like a maniac.

“Just do your best,” you waved your hand, beckoning him to come closer.

His hands traveled your figure, squeezing your breasts over your tight top, pressing kisses to your neck when you throw your head back, his hands landing on your hips.

“Tell me how you want it,” he said, breathless and polite, yet seemingly more eager than yesterday.

All you did was spread your legs, revealing your bare center to him once again.

He began deftly unzipping his pants, bringing his solid length out at the sight of your glistening cunt. He put a hand on your lower back, face too close to yours as he leaned you back, positioning his tip at your entrance.

That’s when you locked your ankles behind his back, immediately stuffing yourself with him. You tried not to cry out too loudly, not even all of him could fit. It sure has been a couple years since you last hooked up with someone, the effects of it having a toll on your body.

You were so tight around him, walls struggling to even pulse around his length, struggling to adjust to his size.

He grunted as he began thrusting, brows pinched tightly as you seemed to clench around him, pulling him back in every time he tried to pull out.

Your pussy dripping for him, the sounds of it squishing, squelching in attempt to take him all as a slow, languid pace began.

All you did in return was grip his shoulders, squeeze your legs tighter to keep him close.

“You feel… so good,” he breathed out between thrusts, “fuck, I-I’m at my limit,” his voice was breaking, stuttering as he was engulfed in your warmth, squeezing him so tight that he was about to cum not even five minutes in.

“Mmh, Kamo, if you… get me pregnant,” you said between breaths. “You’re fired,” voice frail as he only fucked deeper and deeper with each rut of his hips, the only sounds in the room being breathless gasps for air and slapping skin, desk shaking beneath you.

You just squeezed your legs tighter, not giving him the chance to pull out as his hands fumbled in desperate attempt to unlock your legs behind him.

“G-god, I’m cumming,” he grunted, voice low as his grip on your waist sure to leave a few marks by tomorrow.

You felt yourself being filled up with him, so hot and sticky inside in the entrance to your womb, it brought on your own climax.

You lay almost lifeless on your desk as his body collapsed on yours, a pitiful look on his face as he stood fully, about to take himself out your entrance when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, bringing your lips to his in a heated kiss.

You two sharing whiny moans as he kissed back with the same passion, the world around you stopping as you tasted his morning coffee, humming into each others mouths.

He broke away only to apologize, plead for one more try. “Please,” he was still out of breath, voice hoarse. “I’ll be good next time, I swear.”

You stifled a laugh at the sight of him looking so unprofessional, hair a mess and clothes all loose, your hand coming up to hide the smirk tugging at your lips. The letter sat on your desk, taunting him. You could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him as he stared at it.

Without saying a word, you motioned toward the paper. The offer a permanent position as your personal assistant.

“Do you want it?” you asked, your voice low but laced with amusement.

He just smiled like a kid in a candy aisle, smashing his lips to yours.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Obkk modern au where where Kakashi and Obito are online friends who have never seen eachothers faces. It's a years long friendship (and mutual silent crush) where they've helped eachother through what was truly the darkest parts of eachothers lives.

But irl they also happen to know eachother from childhood due to having gone to the same schools and shared the same classes, and they fucking DESPISE the other. You can not stick them in a room without someone starting a fight.

When they interact irl, play into specifically the early dynamics of obkk, with kind of superficially happy/dumb Obito and a "follow the rules to the letter" grumpy overachiever Kakashi

But when they're online, play more into the older obkk dynamic.

Where Obito shows that he has a pretty big mean streak/humor and a serious talent for playing dumb; where he overlays his happier side irl for just social reasons.

While Kakashi shows he's actually super lazy and imperfect with most other factors of his life outside of work/school (and ofc downplays his actual work ethic when it comes to work/school, framing himself as doing bare minimum when he should really do more (bc he genuinley believes that)) and has a pretty wicked sense of humor himself, a love of over-romantic, fluffy porn, and a habit of using endless "cute" emotocons

Kk: Did my proposal today, it was so bad... I really slacked off this time on it. I was so nervous they'd tell me no (｡﹏｡")

Kk: I guess the other presentations must have been pretty bad too because they picked mine anyways? I feel so lucky (╥﹏╥)

Ob: it's ok even if you tried your best!! Im proud you were able to do even as much as you did.

Ob: I'm glad you got it, at least one of us won their proposal today. That jackass had a fucking 30 slide detailed slide with 6 DIFFERENT PIE CHARTS and a scheduled water break inbetween. Fucking kissass

Kk: nooo im sorry ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Ob: it's whatever. Just glad you got the thing :)

Ob: want me to kill your boss tho.

Kk: lol

Kk: I'll help hide the body ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

And then one day Obito does some sort of very mean prank on Kakashi. And it goes uhh. Badly.

I mean, badly for Kakashi. Obito thinks it went great!

That is till he gets home and finds his best friend for a decade, and crush for even past that decade, texting him about a very specific mean prank that got pulled on them.

Wait. No. Wait. WAIT. FUCK.

So like. Obito is a bit conflicted now. He doesn't know what to really do here??? Like. What if it ruins everything with his best friend??? But also hey best friend why the FUCK are you such a BITCH.

But also also, suddenly Obito is recontextualizing SO many of their interactions— from Kakashi suffering the devistating loss of his father when he was especially annoying, to explanations of why he reacted certain ways. And oh my god Obito is... also a kind of a bitch???

Obito has NO idea what to do and is just swinging so violently back and forth on what are really his only two options.

And sometimes he's like gleefully feeling vindictive bc after arguing with irl Kakashi, online Kakashi is ranting about "that same asshole again" at work, so Obito is like "I KNEW it was getting to u, haha you're NOT better than me after all!!!"

But then later he feels kinda bad about it bc like. Aw wait no he actually might have genuinley hurt the person he loves. And also he doesn't want to lose getting to see the real Kakashi, a mix of both of his masks, by fucking this up and choosing wrong.

Anyways Kakashi finally somehow figures it out on his own, they fight, they make up, they make out.

The end yay happy ending

There's an alternate universe where neither of them every found out about eachother and continued to be friends online and hate eachother to escalating degrees offline. But one day they start to slowly shift in dynamics. Irl they get closer and online they get so much angrier and more distant. Till we've swapped and now online they just have this GIANT fallout but offline they're actually in love now. And this continues till they're about to get married/no longer on speaking terms with eachother. And so on their wedding day they reach out again online but ONLY to hate on eachother like "oooo fuck you I'm so happy rn I just got MARRIED."

"Oh yeah you bitch??? So did I. And my husbands better than anything your ugly ass could ever pull"

"FUCK YOU MY HUSBANDS FUCKING AMAZING AND YOURS IS PROBABLY LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE SHIT"

"OH YEAH????"

"YEAH!!!"

"PROVE IT!"

And then they very sharply turn and take simultaneous photos of eachothers furious faces and then angrily, instinctivley press send.

And then they stop. And then they have a moment of dead silence.

And then they begin to have an actual, physical fist fight in front of the uncut wedding cake with ALL of their friends and families watching. And the photographers with their very ready cameras.

There was a lot of cake.

Yeah that was ah uhh. Interesting

The good news at least is now they have a photo of them fist fighting like they want to kill eachother while covered in wedding cake in a frame that says "happy marriage <3" on it, and they like to joke about it (to many, many peoples horror)

The end yay happy ending x2

If I were to write this fr I think I'd legally have to write both versions bc both are excellent

[voidnull-crow]

Yunsang’s mutual playfulness

Fuck it, I love y’all’s meta posts and I want to share my thoughts too. Don’t take it too seriously, it’s all in good fun ;)

Welcome to the puppies playing together, episode 192933836067. Seriously. If you’re unfamiliar with yunsang’s dynamic, playfulness makes up a major part of it.

These guys dynamic pie chart is comprised of sweetness, nudity, deadpan humor, deep respect and admiration of each other, and playfulness, as wonderfully demonstrated with the above clip.

Yunho is wandering down the stage. Yeosang is dancing and interacting with Atiny (a common sight) but he’s gradually backing away from the edge of the stage because he knows a dance break is coming up and he’ll need to head to his place.

Yeosang catches Yunho’s eye, and in a split second decision Yunho falls into a metaphorical play bow. Everything about his body language and face says “play with me” to Yeosang, and he stands there waiting for it.

And Yeosang knows as soon as he sees Yunho what he’s asking for, and adjusts accordingly. You can see it in how how moves his feet; he was going to walk past Yunho in order to get to his place for the dance, but he corrects his autopilot and steps into Yunho’s space instead.

I’d like to point out Yunho’s crossed arms, and how that makes their play more inviting to Yeosang. We know that’s he’s not the most touchy person, and if it was San or Wooyoung posing like this then he’d probably give a wider berth, expecting to be trapped in a hug and/or kiss. But from Yunho, this mock-disappointed pose, almost like a “and where are you meant to be?” tease, also tells Yeosang that Yunho isn’t going to touch him.

So, just like we’ve seen him do with Jongho, Yeosang gets bold, putting himself right up in his face and twirling around him.

Bold Yeosang seems to be exactly what Yunho wants. These two aren’t unfamiliar with being closely face to face, and they’re immune to held eye contact with each other. Yunho’s teasing nudge meets Yeosang’s measured indulgence.

Something common in their skinship is Yunho letting Yeosang take it as far as he wants. He doesn’t push Yeosang into or out of anything. It’s one of the few areas where Yunho cedes control, which is both fascinating and makes complete sense. He trusts Yeosang’s nearly unshakeable professionalism. (And admires it, but that’s a whole different post on its own.)

Neither of them are going to take it farther than intended on camera/stage… unless Yunho’s cute aggression breaks his resolve one day. Which is unlikely but I hold out hope.

Yunho leans in, happy to engage in this tiny moment of play with Yeosang, before both jump right into the muscle memory of the dance break as if nothing happened.

My point is, they are both getting enjoyment out of this, regardless of whether or not it’s fanservice. They fall in and out of this playfulness so easily because they do little things like this all the time.

I could name you dozens of other instances of this playfulness between them, this constant need to amuse the other even if it’s only for the briefest moment on stage.

It’s small, but I think it says a lot about them.

[rwrbmovie]

the category is journalists writing the intros to their pieces about their interviews with both nick & taylor:

(text version under the cut)

EW | The Awardist:

Teen Vogue:

GQ:

EW | The Awardist:

From the moment they both enter the virtual video chat to talk about their 2023 smash-hit rom-com Red, White & Royal Blue, Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez are roasting each other, throwing out playful jabs.Their friendship and connection are undeniable, and it's immediately evident that the bond they share in Matthew López's movie, based on Casey McQuiston's enormously popular book of the same name, extends off camera as well.

Teen Vogue:

Red, White & Royal Blue stars Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine couldn’t be less serious. In conversation, the banter is endless, the charm off the charts. They’re currently embroiled in a discussion about New Zealand vs. Australia. Zakhar Perez refers to New Zealand in conjunction with the “naur” meme and H2O Just Add Water, famously an Australian show, and it sets Galitzine spinning into laughter — before he schools his costar in the dynamic between the two countries.There’s something of a schoolboy zest, darting wherever their brain cells move them in conversation, that makes you think of the cheeky conversations had over the trash can at school, sharpening pencils over and over again to gossip. They jokingly narrate the opening of our interview, even though we’re on a Zoom: “This is Taylor and I’m done talking,” Zakhar Perez throws down, and Galitzine picks it up, “Hi I’m Nick, I’m about to start speaking.”

GQ:

Afternoon tea requires a level of decorum. But in a South Kensington hotel so posh there’s no sign outside, Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine gleefully ignore the unspoken rules of etiquette when the latter pulls out his phone. “I need to find this video!” Galitzine says, feverishly swiping his screen. “I’m sorry, it’s my favourite video on TikTok.” Given the international nature of the story, we’ve been talking about accents – specifically, about whether Galitzine, who is British, had to adopt a more aristocratic inflection – when he turned the question around. “Are you Scottish?” he asked. (I am.) The revelation ignited something in his brain, and soon he was scouring TikTok. Galitzine is practically vibrating when he finally finds his prized clip. In it, two enraged young Scots lose it when a countryman claims that they pronounce “pie” as “peh.” “SHUT YOUR MOUTH, I HATE YEEEH!” one guy yells, face vermillion. It’s so, so dumb. It’s also hilarious. Zakhar Perez, 31, and Galitzine, 28, fold over and giggle, far too occupied to realise that the phone is on full blast in a tiny room filled with rich tourists. A group of suited Italians not-so-quietly mumble their annoyance from the next table, and Galitzine quickly offers an embarrassed apology.

[thegreymarveljedi]

Disobedient Girl

(Captain Rex x Reader)

Pulled from another previous draft, this is just straight porn. MINOR DNI! 18+ only.

Figured I’d do a little Rex appreciation post cause he’s my favourite Captain. I think he’s pretty hot.

(Divider by @pinkiemme )

Warnings: SMUTTTT, voyeurism, Captain! kink, sex toys (vibrator, butt plug, dildo), pet names, f! Masturbation, gagging, bondage, punishment, oral sex (f! And m! receiving), dirty talk, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, cream pie, cumplay, Rex is kinky af, aftercare, cuddles, FLUFFY

Words: 5.8K+

Today was a training and evaluation day. A very long, tiring, boring day of target practice, hand to hand combat evaluations and physicals for most of the 501st. Anakin had made sure that the 501st had a few extra days between missions especially after the last one that took a toll on the men.

In return, they had a day dedicated to training and physical examinations to ensure they were still in peek performance condition. Rex was walking around the training deck of the Resolute, watching as his brothers completed exercises and evaluations one after the other.

By the time their evaluations were over and training was finished for the day, the men were ready to hit the showers, all of them eager to wash off the sweat from their bodies. Rex stood with Anakin for a few minutes, going over a few charts and strategies before the Jedi bid Rex a farewell, congratulating him on a great session. Rex gave a nod in thanks, finishing off one more document before hooking his data pad to his hip, making his way over to where a handful of the torrent company were laughing.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Fives asked Jesse, wiping the sweat from his face and bringing his canter of water to his lips for a sip as Rex came toward the company. Rex tilted his head in slight confusion before his eyes darted about the training room, watching as his brothers began to make there way out. However, Rex couldn't see their civilian medic anywhere, your absence slightly concerning.

"I don't know," Jesse asked, his eyes also surveying the room before they settled on Rex, eyeing his elder brother with curiosity eyes, "Do you know where she is?"

Rex looked back to the group as all eyes now turned to him, each of his brothers having a different expression on their face. Fives looked smug as ever, knowing that the good captain and their medic had something going on. Jesse looked a little confused, genuinely wondering if she was okay. Hardcase was trying his best to conceal his laughter, seeming to know something that Rex and the rest of the company didn't. Tup and Dogma were quiet, just observing the tomfoolery of the company, neither of them fully understanding the dynamics yet as the two newest members.

"I don't know, she was here an hour ago," Rex said with a slight tilt of his head, voice smooth even as he began to slowly piece together what probably happened. You had seemed a little on edge this morning, stressed over the amount of work today would bring but Anakin had reassured you that he and Rex would both help out. There was one thing he could think of but Rex knew that you wouldn't disobey a direct order from him unless absolutely necessary...or were you going to be a bad girl today?

He was snapped out of thoughts by a firm grip on his shoulder, turning his gaze to Hardcase who smirked at the good captain, "I'm sure she just hiding from you, or she just got tired and went for a nap," he said, squeezing Rex's shoulder before hooking his arm around Fives, guiding the arc out the door.

The rest of the group shrugged, getting up to follow Fives and Jesse as left the training room to go and shower and get something to eat. Rex pondered on those thoughts for another moment before a sigh left his lips, walking back towards the barracks, taking a left turn instead of right to make his way to your room.

As Rex got closer, he could hear the faintest sounds of pleasure through the door even a few doors down the hall. He walked a little faster, a smirk playing in his lips as he came to a stop outside your door, the moaning becoming only slightly louder, but still muffled through the durasteel.

His smirk grew wider, his head handing down as her shook his head, 'I knew she wouldn't be able to wait," He chucked a bit at the thought, turning to make sure the coast was entirely clear before he lunched in the code for you door, watching it slide open quickly and quietly so that you werent alerted of his presence. The door slid closed behind him, the lock engaging with a small push of a button as Rex stood against it to watch you.

He finally concluded that you had left training early because you were feeling frustrated, in need of a release that he had promised to grant you after evaluation were over. However, it seemed as though you were too impatient to wait for him and instead, decided to pleasure yourself. It was something Rex had told you not to do but it seemed today that you wanted to be a disobedient girl which made the captain twitch almost happily.

He told you that after training and evaluations, he wanted you to go get all of your toys and put on your favourite lingerie, all under the guys of following one rule, 'Don't touch yourself till your captain gets there.'

By the look of things, you had obeyed him for the most part, gotten all your toys out including you vibratior, butt plug, and your favourite dildo. You had put on your favourite blue lingerie, the set that drove Rex wild, seeing you in his colours sending his blood pumping straight to his cock. But, you had failed to follow his number 1 rule and instead, chose to touch yourself. Now you were on your back in your bed, eyes closed and fingers playing with your clit while, -still unknown to you- Rex was leaning against the door watching. He waited to see if you'd notice him, his cock getting harder under his codpiece the more he watched.

You continued to moan Rex's name -while occasionally moaning his title, captain, something that had him, removing his codpiece the second it left your lips- as you played with yourself. Finally, after another couple minutes of watching you bring yourself close to the edge, he decided it was time to make his presence know.

"Well, well, well," Rex tsked, watching as your eyes shot open like saucer before quickly removing your hand from your clit. You looked at him in shock, not having heard him enter the room at all but soon, your expression turned to one of regret, knowing that you had gone against him.

You knew you were going to get punished for this and part of you was excited but nervous, "What did Captain say ad'ika?" He asked you in a low, husky voice walking over to the bed.

"Captain said not to touch myself," You said quietly, head hung and eyes downcast as you looked at your slick hands in your lap.

"And what did you do?" He asked, leaning over you and tilting your chin up so that your eyes meant.

"I touched myself," You said shyly, eyes remorseful as Rex nodded at you with a smirked adorning his lips, "Am I going to get punished captain?" You asked, even if you already knew the answer to that simple question.

He smirked at you, nodding his head agains as you looked at your hands once more, "Of course you're going to get punished baby girl, you disobey your captain," Rex said, moving away from you slightly, "Get your gag and the rope mesh'la," he instructed as he pick up the plug and vibrator you had bought on your last shore leave on Coruscant.

You nodded obediently, reaching over to the night stand and pulling out what he had asked for. The rope was standard with hints of silk to make sure there was no rope burn afterward. The gag was simple yes affective, a black ball with blue straps to secure it around your head.

"On your stomach baby," Rex ordered, as he picked up the ball gag, placing it in your mouth and securing it to the back of your head. He then proceeded to tie your arms behind your back, being gentle while still making sure the rope was tight enough. When the rope were secure, he slowly and teasingly slid two fingers down your spine, running them both between your asscheek before sliding them inside of your slick opening, pumping them in and out a few times. When rex removed his fingered, he refrained from licking them clean, instead, using them as lube for the butt plug in his other hand.

"Ass up mesh'la," He instructed devilishly, a groan falling from his lips as you followed orders like a good girl. Rex took a moment to tease the tight ring of muscle before you felt the plug make it's way inside, moaning at the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure.

He watched as your ass greedily swallow the plug, the royal blue jewel sitting snuggly between your cheeks once the plug was all the way inside you. Rex took his time admiring his handy work before taking hold of the vibrator, teasing it over your clit lightly before holding it your pussy lips.

"Now, I'm going to put this in that tight little pussy of yours, but you're not allowed to cum till I get back, understand?" Rex said as he teased your entrance with the vibrator a little more, putting the smallest amount more pressure on it, drawing a whimper from your throat.

You only nodded as Rex pushed the vibratior inside you, turning it on the lowest setting and using his fingers to move it around slightly. You moaned from behind the gag as the vibrator found its home inside you, the low vibrations teasing you and making you think of what's to come.

Rex stepped back a little, admiring the view of you tied up, ass in the air with a butt plug in your ass and a vibrator in your weeping pussy. He moved his hand down to stroke himself through his blacks, groaning at the thought that you were all his to enjoy. Rex moved back to the bed and sat down, manoeuvring you across his lap to give you your second punishment, "Count baby girl. Count how many times I smack your ass."

He barely gave you a chase to nod as his hand made contact with your behind firmly, feeling the heat blossoming from where his hand landed. You moaned lowly, counting muffled from behind the gag as Rex landed another one.

This continued till Rex had spanked you 15 times, your butt now red and heated but only added to the pleasure of the plug and the vibratior inside you.

"That's a good girl. You look so pretty with that in your pussy," Rex's cooed, moving back to your previous position on the bed, "Now remember no cumming till I get back. I'll bring you some food ok?"

You nodded slightly eyes closing to bask in the little simulation the vibrator offered, though those thoughts were interrupted as you moaned louder, feeling the vibrations spike. Rex had turned up the speed of the toy before he shoved your ass back down so you lay flat on the bed, legs already beginning to twitch. With that, Rex left you alone on your bed with the plug and vibratior inside you, simulating your body in a delicious way.

~Time Skip~

It had been half an hour since Rex had left the room, leaving you alone with your punishment. It was becoming harder by the second to refrain from cumming, the over sensitivity of your core growing with every passing moment. Between the vibratior and the plug it was hard, the sensations mounting into a flurry of pleasure almost bordering on pain. You were sweating, panting, moaning, and shaking all together, legs almost numb from the amount of will power you were exuding.

That's when the door opened to reveal Rex with a tray of food and a glass of canteen of water from the mess, a cheek smile on his face and his gaze fell upon your taut form. 

"Hey baby girl." he walked over and set the tray and water on the nights stand, eyes almost never leaving yours, "You doing okay?" He asked, running a hand up your leg then giving your ass a smack.

"Sis-seen!" You said from behind the gag, drool slipping out from the sides of your mouth. Rex chuckled at your continued count of spanks watching as your eyes were blown wide, legs clenched tightly to refrain from cumming undone and from letting the vibrator slip out.

"That's my good girl," He praised, scratching your scalp gently, sending a full body shiver coursing through you. He trailed his hand down your head to the strap of the gag, quickly undoing the strap and tossing it toward the fresher. Once it was off you gasped, drawing in the fresh air and licking your now semi dry lips. You were panting as you looked up a Rex with clouded (E/C) eyes, desperate to cum now that he had returned.

"C-captain, Please," you begged weakly, as the vibratior continued to simulate you, the feeling intense and almost unbearable.

"Please what ad'ika," Rex said teasingly. He clearly knew what you wanted but was being a little shit about. He wanted to hear you beg for it.

"PLEASE! Please sir let me cum I wanna cum so bad daddy, please!" You begged again, closing your eyes to try and hold on to what little control you had left.

"Okay mesh'la, since you asked so nicely," Rex said, moving onto the bed before manoeuvring you onto his lap just like he had done earlier.

"Ass up baby," Rex said and you obeyed, lift your butt in the air as much as you could in your position. Rex ever so slowly took hold the plug, slowly pulling it out and watching as your hole puckered and clenched around nothing. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, feeling somewhat empty now that the plug was gone.

"It's ok cyare," Rex cooed as he placed the plug on the night stand, running a soft hand along your ass before moving to the vibrator. Rex took hold of it but instead of pulling it out, he turned the speed up even higher and began thrusting it in and out of you, drawing a scream from your lips

"FUCK! Fuck that feels so good sir! PLEASE can I cum CAPTAIN please?" You cried out as Rex thrusted the vibratior deeper into you, pushing it as far as your body would take it.

Rex continued this for a bit till he leaned down to your ear and whispered your words of saving grace, "Cum for me."

You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, Rex quickly pulling the vibratior out of you and watching as your juices coated, the sheets, his thighs and yours, your core convulsing as a second orgasm ripped through you simultaneously. Your cunt fluttered around nothing, trying and failing to take something in to fill the void once more. Rex then put the vibratior down on the nights stand and untied your hand from behind your back, carefully rolling you around and pulling you to sit in his lap properly.

"That was so good mesh'la, you came some much," Rex praised you even more his arms circling you body as he began to massage your back and your arms. You smiled weakly and moved your arms to stretch above your head, feeling your shoulders pop slightly.

"Thank you sir," you said, eyes locking with Rex's as he continued to loosen your upper body, hands finding every knot and tense muscle he could. He smiled and gave your ass another light smack,  moving his hand away after to begin removing his vambraces.

"Seventeen," You said breathlessly making Rex chuckle, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair, "That's my girl."

You smiled, sighing pleasantly as Rex continued to give you a massage to help you relax and recover from your punishment. You two stayed there for another few minutes, just basking in each other's presence. By now you had tucked your head Rex's neck as much as you could with his armour still on, hand gripping the lip of his chest plate.

"Captain?" You asked, tracing circles over Rex's chest where his heart rested beneath his armour and blacks. 

"Yes cyar'ika?" He replied, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your head, looking down at you with a smile.

"Can I pleasure you now?" You asked innocently, eyes meeting his as you moved away from his neck.

"Of course you can ad'ika," Rex said as he cupped your cheek. You leaned into his touch, turning to kiss his palm before your eyes met once more. You nodded and slid from his lap, carefully lowering yourself onto the floor to begin removing his leg armour. Rex watched as you meticulously removed his armour, placing it next to the bed in the order you knew he liked, being respectful of the plastoid used to protect the men.

Rex offered his assistance by removing his vambraces, gloves and rerebraces, moving up his arm until they were left covered by his blacks. He passed each piece to you, admiring how you took such good care of each piece. Once his legs were bare, you stood up, sliding your hands up his chest and finding the latches on his shoulders to remove his cuirass. Rex closed his eyes as you worked, enjoying being taken care of even if today was supposed to be about you.

Soon his armour had been removed, placed neatly in an orderly pile next to the bed. You moved back to him and hooked your thumbs wordlessly into the hem of his shirt, tugging the fabric up and off of his body to reveal his muscular torso. Your eyes stayed gazing at his chest for a moment before you moved onto Rex's bottom's, eyes locking with his as you silently asked for permission to remove them. The captain lifted his hips off the bed to give you room, pulling his black bottoms and standard issue boxers off in one smooth motion.

You took the time to fold his blacks and place them on top of his armour before turning back to Rex on your knees. You ran your hands up and down his powerful thighs, feeling how the muscles contracted under your touch. You kissed along his legs, making your way up to his throbbing cock, watching as it bobbed with his restraint not to pick you up and fuck you.

You smiled up at your captain before taking hold of his dick, giving it a few experimental pumps before licking from the base to the tip, taking him into your mouth slowly. You took your time swallowing him, eyes flickering up to his face to gage his expression.

Rex sat there in pure bliss, hand coming up to stroke your hair as you continued to suck him off, "That's feel so good ad'ika," he praised, threading his fingers in your hair as you took him deeper.

You sucked a little harder, pulling off only slightly to focus on his tip, lapping at the sensitive head. Rex threw his head back, grunting at how good it felt to have your mouth on him. His grip on your hair tightened, urging you to take more of him in your mouth once more. Soon you were deepthroating him, thanking the maker that you had no gag reflex to hinder your ability to bring Rex pleasure. You felt Rex's cock twitch inside your throat, prompting you to hollow your cheeks and suck a little harder.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum cyare," He moaned, both of his hand finding purchase in your hair as he flooded your mouth and throat with his cum. You took a deep breath through your nose, eyes closing as you sat on your knees and took his load.

"Such a good girl for me," he said huskily, pulling his dick from your mouth, watching as you quickly shut your mouth, eyeing him in a wordless gesture.

"Open," He ordered, groaning as you opened your mouth and showed him his juices that coated your mouth and throat. It was a filthy thing to enjoy the sight but Rex couldn't get enough of it, knowing that you were his and only his.

"Swallow," He growled, watching as you obeyed him, swallowing him cum and opening your mouth to show him that you did. Rex let pleased growl simmer in his throat, leaning down and planting a bruising kiss to your lips.

"Good girl," Rex praised as he brought you back onto his lap, arms circling you somewhat possessively even if he knew you were going anywhere. He began kissing, biting, sucking and licking your neck while grabbing your ass firmly in his hands, needing the soft yet muscular flesh in his large, warm palms.

You moaned as he took one of your breasts in his mouth, suck vigorously on your nipple like a hungry man. He moved his hands from your supple behind, running them up and down your back soothingly. Rex took a moment to bask in the feeling of you in his arms, mouth wrapped around one of your breasts and hands roaming your body as if you commit everything to memory once more.

He pulled away from your chest, gently laying you down on your back as he kissed down your body, worshipping your every curve and dip, every little scar or beauty mark he found. He kissed his way down until he reached your clit, looking up at you to take in your features. Sweat gleamed on your forehead, cheeks red and eyes shining and blown wide with lust, your lips caught between your teeth in anticipation for his next move. Rex licked his lips, taking one last moment to admire your beautiful body before abruptly leaning down, licking a long strip up you folds, sucking your lips into his mouth before moving on to your clit, a sharp, breathy, moan leaving your body.

"Mmmm, you taste so good ad'ika, so sweet," Rex said as he sucked harshly at your clit. All you could do was moan and buck your hips into his mouth, feeling over sensitive from his earlier punishment. Rex moved his mouth down to your abused hole, watching as it fluttered just from his hot breathe. He stuck his tongue out, licking from your entrance to your clit and back before dipping inside of you, a loud drawn out moan falling from your lips. He brought one of his hands up to rub rough circles on your clit.

"C-captain, I-I'm close," You moaned, stuttering as you bucked your hips into his mouth and hand, feeling your orgasm coming quickly.

"That's it cyar'ika, you like it when I devour your pussy don't you? You like when I play with your clit? You like when I shove my fingers inside you and pump them till you cum?" Rex said as he moved his fingers and tongue faster on your clit, moving his other hand down to your pussy lips and entering 3 fingers inside you making you scream. You threw your head back, neck strained slightly as your hands came down to Rex's wrist, trying to push him away from your over sensitive lips.

"Can I cum captain! Please captain can I!" You begged, panting and writhing about as his fingers even moved faster. His pace on your clit was blindingly fast as his fingers inside you moved with a speed akin to hyperspace, bringing stars to the front of your vision.

"Cum for your captain ad'ika, cover my fingers and tongue in your sweet juices," Rex said, pressing his fingers against your g-spot, tongue lapping at your clit aggressively. The action had you screaming as you came on his fingers and tongue, legs shaking and pussy clenching around his digits.

Rex pulled away from your lower half, chin covered in your sweet nectar as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your juices before moving back up your body, leaning down and kissing your lips. He hungrily nipped at your lips, giving you a taste of yourself which made your breath hitch. He pulled away all too soon, hand reaching down to give himself a few pumps, a deep groan leaving his lips.

"You taste so good mesh'la," Rex said as he lined himself up with your dripping core, cock weeping with the need to finally feel your warmth around him.

You laid there panting beneath him, staring into those amber eyes that you had seen on thousands of men. But Rex's were somehow different, with a touch more brown along the bottom of his iris and more depth to get lost in. You brought your hand up to his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek softly as you admired him. You moved down his body next, tracing the scars on his chest and his arms, many of which had long since healed and faded though a few new ones took there place, nothing major but still added to his collection of what you had dubbed his trophies of war. Your eyes trailed back up to Rex's, smiling up at the man you so luckily called your own.

"Even with all these scars you're still the most handsome man I've ever known. These scars just mean you're a warrior, someone who does whatever he can to protect his brothers, his family," You said as you looked up at him, bringing your hand back up to his face. You cupped his cheek again, just holding him there, the trance of lustful need broken for a moment in favour of soft blissful intimacy shared between soulmates.

Rex looked down at you with eyes to innocent for someone who had just dragged two powerful orgasms out of you. But soon his lips morphed into a gentle smile, not a smirk, or a cocky grin, but a really genuine smile. He leaned down, lips meeting yours in a gentle, loving kiss, lips soft as they fit together like puzzle pieces.

"Thank you," Rex said quietly, taking a moment to relish in the calm, intimate atmosphere that you two had created, greatful to have you in his arms. As he pulled away. You just smiled up at his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You ready mesh'la?" Rex asked, his voice low and lustful, sending a tingle up your spine. All you could do was nod, hands coming up to grasp at what little hair his blonde buzz cut offered as your eyes rolled back, head fall back toward the mattress as Rex pushed inside of your awaiting walls.

"Mmm, Fuck captain, you're so big," You moaned at the pleasurable sensation, feeling entirely filled by the man above you. This wasn't your first time with Rex and it most certainly wouldn't be the last, but even after having the vibrator and Rex's finger give you two orgasms to stretch you open, he was still quite big.

"You like the feeling of my cock inside your pussy ad'ika, like how it's stretching you so much, you like it when fuck you," Rex spoke huskily to you, continuing to whisper dirty things as his hips finally rested flush against yours.

"Yes sir," you said breathlessly, feeling the air leave your lungs. It was then an idea popped into your head, a risky idea and could get you punished again but you wanted to push Rex, wanted to rile him up.

"Does my tight little pussy feel good around your cock captain? Does it milk your big cock well," you said confidently, wiggling your hips to emphasize, clenching your core to draw him in.

Rex was about to start thrusting though he stopped abruptly when he heard you say such vulgar things. Your actions coupled with your words drew a slight grunt from the captain, not having expected such display.  He looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes and for a moment, the confidence drained from your system, replaced by fear and doubt about your words.

Rex smirked, pulling almost all the way out of you, leaving just a sliver of his tip in to tease you. He stayed there for a moment, taking his time and letting you squirm, anticipating his next move just by looking in his eyes. You went to open your mouth, a snarky quip on the tip of your tongue, though before it could see the light of hyperspace, Rex slammed back into you, electing a scream from your lips instead.

"That's it baby girl, scream for your captain.  Scream my name as I pound into your pussy," Rex said as he drove his cock into you with quick, forceful thrusts, his filthy words making your hips buck and his name fall from your lips in a loud yell.

He thrusted into you without hesitation, hips slapping against your forcefully. You could feel your asscheeks bounce with every one of his thrusts, skin slapping against skin, heat blooming over your behind with how hard Rex pounded into you. You could feel your legs shake as Rex gripped your tights, pushing your legs into your chest for an even deeper angle.

The position had you keening, back arched in the heated pleasure you were receiving. Your hands gripped the sheet below you as Rex leaned over your body, nipping at your neck and listing to every moan and whimper you released. He groaned in your ear, thrusts never faltering in their haste to bring you to orgasm, his rhythm remain ing consistent and steadfast.

"Faster captain, Please!" You begged. You were a panting, moaning mess as Rex flipped you over onto your hands and knees, someone how maneuvering you so well that he didn't need to pull out. That realization flooded you with even more arousal, knowing that there must have been a part of him that didn't want to come out even to change positions.

"As you wish mesh'la," Rex said lowly, speeding up his pace as his grip on your hips tightened, using your love handles to his advantage. He leaned down and kissed your neck then moved to kiss your shoulder blades and down your back.

He moved his hands around your body till one was on your breasts, needing your mounds and pinching your nipples between his fingers as the other went down you pinch and rub your clit. You screamed at the over simulation of your body hips stuttering ever so slightly before you began to thrust your hips back to met Rex's brutal pace.

"I'm so close Rex," you moaned as you felt him pick up the pace, hips slammed into your ass with force that would surely leave bruises in their wake.

"Me too cyar'ika," Rex whispered in your ear as he sped up the movements of his hands, furiously rubbing your abused clit. You moaned loudly at the continued simulation, feeling your orgasm begin to run down you legs. Rex could feel it in the way you clenched around him, gripping his cock like vice as his thrusts became sloppy. He leaned down as best he could, lips finding your ear as he gave a teasing nip and a few words that took the breath right out of you.

"Cum for me." You screamed as your orgasm ripped through your body, arms shaking as they gave out beneath you. The movement caused your ass to hike up further, the new angle allowing Rex to thrust even further into your warmth.

You heard grunting from behind you, knowing that he was close to his end just from the way his breathing chanced. At that moment, you wanted to feel him cum, needed him to fill you, so you decided to push him over the edge.

"Please cum inside me with your big cock Captain, want you to fill me with your sweet cum, please," you begged desperately, wanting to feel every inch of him fill every crevice of your pussy. You looked back at him over your shoulder, forehead gleaming with sweat and eyes dilated almost beyond recognition. Rex stared at you before listening to the very low whimpered plea that left your lips.

"Please Captain."

Rex let out a loud grunt turned groan, hips stuttering as he released his seed deep within you, coating your inner wall in a creamy white. You moaned loudly, back arching at the sensation of being filled by your captain before collapsing on the bed, exhausted and ready to sleep.

Rex pulled out of you slowly, arms twitching with the sensation of just how tight you were even after your orgasm. He fell almost unceremoniously onto the bed next to you, a smirk pulling at his lips at your blissed out expression, pulling the covers over top of both of you, to rest just above your chest.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, gently pulling you into his chest, with a blissful smile on his face. He placed kisses to the top of your head and forehead, whispering sweet words in your ears and praising you for being such a good girl as you came down from cloud nine.

"Thank you, Rex," You said as you relaxed into his strong arms, feeling his chest rumble with a chuckle. His smooth, warm skin was a comfort to you would never tire of, feeling him beneath you a treat in it own regard.

Rex smiled at your thanks, reaching one arm behind to grab the careen of water on the night stand. He brought it to your lips tentatively, encouraging you to sip slowly but drink as much as you could because of how much you'd exerted yourself. Once the water was finished her placed it back on the night stand in favour for a ration bar, following the same pattern and encouraging you to eat something. You did so without fuss, grateful for the nourishment after such events. Once the ration bar was gone, you snuggled up to Rex once more, kissing his chest just above his heart as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Sleep well ner Baar'ur'ika, you did so well for me," Rex said as he kissed the crown of your head. You smiled at the praise, feeling a full body shiver rack your shoulders, and not from the cold. Rex however, went the extra mile and pulled the blanket right up to your chin, bundling you in a cocoon of warmth from the blanket and himself.

All too soon, you were lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of Rex's chest, his breathing patterns even and his heart beat steady. Your heart beat a one, a perfect match fitting together.

Alrighty peeps, let me know what you think of this one! Any requests can be dropped in my ASK section or pm me! (Next story is scheduled for March 14th, 2025 drop a thumbs up if you would like to be tagged when it comes out!)

[intoedvin]

Why The Next Prince Series is going to be the BEST BL OF THE YEAR! (a chaotic thread because we waited so long for this)

I might or might not finish this today...depends on my ADHD brain.

EDIT: i decided to finish it now so if you are ready to read a long a** yap then be my guest.

Like, listen. We’ve waited 84 years (okay, like two) for The Next Prince, and at this point, it’s not just a series—it’s a spiritual experience in the making (you cant argue otherwise) So my crazy, unorganized, bl induced mind decided to come up with this list.

The typos are for added jazz. 🤭

1. The Return of the Kings

I'm not even being overly dramatic which tells a lot because IM ALWAYS DRAMATIC WHEN IT COMES TO ZEENUNEW.

I mean, let’s be real. When these two first graced our screens in Cutie Pie, we were all hooked.

Their chemistry was palpable, their performances were stellar, and their fanbase was born overnight. Which also explained why everyone was SOOOO hyped when TNP was announced. Then it got delayed, again and again. So just imagine how starved we were, right?

And we're ready to actually eat good (or like rewatch Cutie Pie until first ep actually airs but whose complaining? Not me)

For this one, the stakes are higher, the emotions are deeper, and the characters they’re playing are royal. I mean, can we even process how hot they look in royal attire (i'll yap about this later. I swear).

So basically, TNP brings back Zee and NuNew in the roles that couldn’t be more different, yet have one of the most exciting dynamics in the upcoming BL universe. This dynamic, the classic is something fans have been craving.

And nope, they’re not just here to look pretty (though they do that very well), they’re here to deliver an emotionally charged, character-driven narrative.

And let’s not even get started on the fan reactions. Fans have already built an entire world around these two—posts, fan fiction, theories, the list goes on. And the anticipation? CRAZY!

It’s undeniable that TNP is going to build on the already rock-solid foundation of ZeeNuNew’s chemistry. We’re in for a treat, and it’s a good thing we’ve had some time to mentally prepare for the emotional rollercoaster this series will undoubtedly take us on. If their previous performances were any indication, we’re going to be crying, screaming, and swooning in no time.

2. A Production Fit for Royalty

Here’s where TNP really takes it to the next level.

Forget what you know about typical BL production; this isn’t a quick, low-budget, two-camera setup filmed in a small studio. No, no, no. This series is a cinematic masterpiece that looks like it’s been ripped straight from a high-budget period drama (which explains all the delays y'all).

Think of it as a BL show that meets historical epic. We’re talking about lavish sets, royal costumes, intricate props, and everything down to the lighting and camera angles being meticulously planned to give the show a larger-than-life feel. I mean, have you seen the post from their official X account? Everything looks EXPENSIVE!!

The production value of TNP is off the charts. And understandably so.

The series is set in the fictional kingdom of Emmaly, and it looks like the creators didn’t spare any expense to bring this world to life. From the grand palace halls to the opulent royal chambers, everything about the series screams high budget. The lavish sets aren’t just for show—they actually enhance the story. The setting feels like another character, with the palace serving as both a prison and a sanctuary for Prince Khanin. And then there’s the wardrobe...oh my gosh, the wardrobe.

Imagine Prince Khanin in royal robes fit for a king, draped in intricate fabrics that shimmer under the light, and Charan, the loyal bodyguard, dressed in military-inspired attire that screams "I will protect you at all costs."

Like mark my word, the costumes will be nothing short of breathtaking. Even Nunew mentioned multiple times his costumes are stunning.

These outfits aren’t just there to look pretty (although they will); they’re there to tell a story. Every stitch, every piece of jewelry, and every fabric choice is designed to reflect the political tension, personal struggles, and emotional growth of these characters. This is the kind of detail we’re not used to seeing in BL series, but it’s exactly what The Next Prince will deliver.

3. Delays That Built Anticipation

Okay, let’s address the elephant in the room—the delays.

At first, the news that The Next Prince would be delayed was a tough pill to swallow. After all, we had been teased with trailers, teasers, and behind-the-scenes footage that got us all hyped up, only to be met with an indefinite wait. But now that we look back, those delays were actually a blessing in disguise.

Think about it: as we waited, the anticipation only grew. We had time to think about the potential of this series, to dissect every bit of information released, and to theorize about what the plot might bring. The longer we waited, the more we *wanted* it. And with each update, each snippet of news, the fanbase grew even more ravenous. It was like a long, slow burn that only made the payoff sweeter.

In fact, the delays allowed the team to ensure the highest quality for the series. A lot of times in the entertainment industry, things get rushed—projects are rushed into production to meet deadlines, and corners are cut to save time and money. But with TNP we can see the effort that went into every detail. The longer production took, the more careful they were in making sure everything was perfect. The delays gave the series a chance to breathe and evolve into the **masterpiece** that it’s shaping up to be.

And let's be honest: the delays only made the excitement more intense. Fans have been counting down the days until the premiere, and each new update feels like a **reward** for our patience. Now that the series is finally approaching release, the anticipation is at an all-time high. It’s no longer just about “seeing the show”; it’s about experiencing something historic. Every delay added fuel to the fire, and now we’re all sitting on the edge of our seats, ready for the explosive debut.

4. A Fresh Take on Classic Tropes

At this point, we’re all familiar with the usual BL tropes: the shy guy and the bold guy, the school setting, the forbidden love, and so on.

While these are still beloved tropes, * TNP dares to take things to a whole new level with its royalty setting and the Bodyguard romance trope. There’s just something about that dynamic that never fails to hit hard. A prince who is expected to rule but has no interest in the throne? Genius. A loyal bodyguard who is sworn to protect him no matter the cost? Epic. It’s a twist on the typical power dynamic that makes everything feel bigger and more intense.

The royalty AU has always been popular in fan fiction. I mean, I dont know how many ao3 fanfics with the same trope that I actually read and pretty much got addicted to but this series brings it to life in a way that feels fresh, modern, and cinematic.

Prince Khanin is not your typical prince—he’s a young man burdened by expectations, but with a heart that longs for freedom. And Charan, his bodyguard, is not just an instrument of protection; he is a man who will have to confront his own feelings as he becomes more involved with his charge. Their journey will be one of personal discovery, as both characters navigate the treacherous waters of palace politics, duty, and, of course, their growing feelings for each other.

This dynamic adds a layer of depth that is rare in many BL series. The stakes are higher because they’re not just two teenagers falling in love in high school—they’re two individuals caught up in a complex web of political intrigue, family pressure, and societal expectations. It’s the perfect recipe for an emotional rollercoaster that fans will be living for.

5. Costumes That Slay

One of the most exciting aspects of The Next Prince is the incredible attention to costume design.

If there’s one thing this series is going to do right, it’s fashion. From the first sneak peeks of the characters in their royal attire, we knew this show was going to **slay** when it came to fashion. The costumes in TNP are not just about looking fabulous; they tell a story (i cant emphasized this any further).

Prince Khanin’s regal robes speak to his position and royal lineage, but they also reflect his personal struggle with his identity as the heir to the throne. His wardrobe will evolve throughout the series, subtly mirroring his emotional journey and his complex relationship with his responsibilities. Charan’s military-inspired

Also, Nunew looks so good. Like really really good.

Even Zee. I mean that guy is handsome but with his bodyguard uniform? Just another level and hotness.

And don't even get me started with Nunew's hair. I LOVE HIS HAIR COLOR.

I think its a pretty good decision to actually dye his hair different color. Like, it adds another layer to the 'royal blood' plot. I dont know but everything about the styling, I AM OBSESSED.

Anyway there you have it. My head is fried at this point but let me know what you think????

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა anna ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where sagittarius, cancer, leo meets aquarius, leo*, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

✧ who you are in the supernatural world .ᐟ

you’re a hunter, babe. and not just any hunter—you’re the kind that has zero filter, makes enemies with authority, and knows how to seduce info out of demons and bartenders. your sag sun + leo moon + aquarius venus? you’re the unpredictable, sexy, chaos agent type. like, the “i do this job for the thrill and the trauma” type. are you human? yeah… but there’s something off. maybe you’ve got some lowkey angelic bloodline or survived a possession and it left a mark. people whisper about you. hunters respect you. demons know your name. you’re not full monster, but you’re not soft human either. you’re in-between. you like it there.

✧ what he's like .ᐣ

we know dean. leo rising, sag moon, aqua sun—he’s that high-functioning emotionally repressed disaster with a golden retriever grin and the trauma of ten lifetimes. he acts tough, cracks jokes, flirts like it’s breathing—but deep down? he’s aching to be seen. and he will not admit it. dean’s got this thing where he only trusts people who’ve been through hell and are still standing. you? you walk in with hellfire in your eyes and dare him to underestimate you. that’s his love language.

✧ first meeting + first impression

bad intel. he thinks you’re the monster. you think he’s the fed trying to cover it up. there’s a bar. a knife pulled under the table. a lot of posturing. “you always flirt by threatening people?” “depends. you always let pretty girls take your gun?” you end up in the same motel (of course). same case. and eventually, same bed. first impression? he thinks you’re trouble. sexy, cocky, too smart—but also reckless. “she’s hot, but she’s gonna get herself killed.” he tells sam he doesn’t care. he cares.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

✧ how it'd begin ...

after the whole "are you the killer or am i?" debacle, you keep crossing paths. at first it’s competition. then it’s partnership. then it’s “why does it feel weird when you’re not around?” he shares pie. you steal his fries. the rest is history.

✧ the friendship dynamic

loud, rowdy, protective, and inappropriate. the teasing never ends. the fights are epic. but there’s this unspoken loyalty under everything—if someone messes with you, dean’s going full wrath-of-god mode. and if someone hurts him? you’re ready to salt and burn them without flinching. you see each other. not just the badass fronts—but the pain underneath.

✧ quirks + fun things

you always call shotgun. dean complains, lets you have it anyway. you prank him constantly. he pretends to hate it. he doesn’t. you have a playlist called “songs dean pretends not to like but secretly loves.” it’s 90% power ballads.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

✧ are you compatible .ᐣ first steps .ᐣ

uh, hell yes, but not in a peaceful way. your charts scream sexual tension, passionate fights, and “i’ll die for you but also i hate how much i want you.” your aquarius venus + mars in taurus squares his own venus/mars placements. that means you're hot + cold, push + pull. you both crave intensity, but express it differently—you intellectualize it, he buries it under bravado. so yes—compatible? absolutely. easy? never. who takes the first step? you. you make a snarky comment that hits just the right nerve. he kisses you to shut you up. it doesn’t work.

✧ the relationship dynamic

volatile, addictive, ride-or-die, messy as hell. you’d fight. loud. over nothing. over everything. but the making up? oh, sweet baby jesus. think “trashing a motel room and then slow dancing in the middle of it” energy. think “i’m furious you lied to me but i’ll still drag your half-dead body out of a demon’s nest.” grand gestures? yes. you’d drive all night to find him. he’d kill a god for you.

✧ love languages ♡

him quality time (you, him, a car, and a hunt = love) physical touch (he pretends not to need it. he does.) gift giving (he won’t say it, but he’ll leave you your favorite snack on the dash)

you physical touch (especially play fighting and casual affection) acts of service (if i load your gun and bandage your arm, it means i love you) words of affirmation (but you deliver them sarcastically)

ꔛ. scenario ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ mainly romantic

you’re both injured. the case went sideways. he’s bleeding from the ribs. you’ve got glass in your thigh. you drag each other back to a safe house—silent the whole way. it’s tense. inside, you clean each other’s wounds. carefully. angrily. there’s so much unsaid it fills the room. finally, he says it. “i thought you were dead.” you shrug. “i’m not.” then he loses it. slams his hand against the wall. “don’t act like it doesn’t matter.” and you—still bleeding—kiss him. soft. desperate. it tastes like blood and fear and everything you’ve both been running from. later, you’re curled in bed. arms tangled. silence thick. “so what now?” you ask. he sighs, presses his lips to your temple. “whatever this is, i’m not walking away from it again.” you don’t answer. but your fingers grip his tighter.

ꔛ. overall ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ 9.5 / 10

this isn’t safe. it isn’t easy. but god, it’s real. your leo moon burns bright against his sagittarius soul. your venus in aquarius challenges him to think bigger. his leo rising pulls you in with that stubborn, loyal, golden-dog energy. yes, there’ll be fights. power struggles. moments when you both want to throw the other off a bridge. but there’s also trust. laughter. sex that breaks lamps. a bond forged in blood and banter. you’re not his safe place. you’re his wild one. and he? he’s not your peace. he’s your home with a loaded shotgun and a smirk.

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* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[rom-e-o]

I'm curious now. What's Isma's dynamic with everyone on the team?

Oooooooh, excellent question!

I have a chart. <3

I made this maybe....5 seconds after the game came out, lmao, and I still feel exactly the same way.

Isma will literally hang with anyone...except Solas. And she's baffled by Morrigan, but not in a bad way.

So, a breakdown (moves counter-clockwise from start):

Emmrich: Flame of her heart. Cutie pie. Boyfriend. The most precious, sacred treasure she's ever been blessed to find.

Lucanis: Man cooks good food and makes good coffee. Of course she likes him! I think she and him would bond a little bit over some, perhaps, reclusive tendencies they have.

Taash: They don't get off on the best foot, but Isma helps Taash confront death, and Taash helps Isma productively (and not self-destructively) channel her rage. Much respect. Just don't imply unsavory things about her/Emmrich and dead people. The sanctity of the dead is not something she fucks around with people joking about.

Bellara is the gal pa, ofc. They're DORKS together. Talking about hairstyles one moment, then the best blood coagulants the second. A hummingbird and a heron, existing in harmony.

Davrin: Isma knows nothing of Grey Wardens and very little of the Dalish elves, BUT Davrin? With his swarthy, heroic entrance and his no-nonsense protectiveness? She likes him immediately. He's a man who takes his joke seriously and isn't aloof. If there's on thing Isma dislikes, its a flippant attitude.

Inquisitor: I have two Inquisitors, haha. Both are 40 years old in Veilguard. For Camilla Trevelyan (human mage), Isma fangirls a bit over her. Belisma's former lover, Cyril, was also a Ferelden circle mage from Ostwick's Circle. Camilla is also from Ostwick, so they'd talk a lot, haha. Mages in Ferelden have it harder than ones in Tevinter, and MUCH HARDER than ones in Nevarra. ("Was it true? About the Templars ...?", "You put healthy men and women in a tower together and bedfellows are almost guaranteed. The pushy ones? Those were dealt with.") For Oleander Lavellan (elf mage), she'd be a little more nervous. After all, this is Dorian's amatus! She wants to make a good impression. Meanwhile, Oleander is like, "Relax around me, please. I feel like you're about to correct my posture, haha." He'd bring her jam toast during her recovery, and she's be too transfixed to enjoy it. "Is...this real? T...The Inquisitor is bringing me toast?", "Hey, toast and jam. And you better enjoy it. Dorian laughed at me the whole walk up. Said I looked like I was playing 'house.'"

Solas: No pity. Crack that egg with one hand and toss the shell in the trash.

Morrigan: She has no real issue with Morrigan, but if she's around...things probably aren't well. So, she's not the biggest fan of seeing her, haha. I think she's most fascinated by her time as a magical advisor to Empress Celene at Halamshiral. It was the talk of many continents, after all!

Varric: That's her Papa/uncle, right there! The man who gave her purpose after leaving the ballet and being exiled after the War of the Banners. Varric also definitely was the first one to discover Isma can't hold her booze. He gave her a neat whiskey by mistake, and she was loopy for days. ("Lightweight at the barre and a lightweight at the bar, huh? Well, I applaud your consistency.")

Harding: Harding is fun! She has that no-nonsense, hardworking energy she applauds, but she'd not a tightwad about it. She cracks jokes and makes puns. Sometimes they make her groan, but the levity is always appreciates. After Harding's death, Isma is hit hard. Not has hard as Taash or even Emmrich, who adored Lace like a step-daughter/niece, but she's hurt.

Neve: She trusts Neve's intelligence like no other, and admires her deductive reasoning skills. Isma gets flustered often, which causes anger/panic. That means she misses key details, but Neve never does. I think Isma would look to Neve often for guidance or inspiration on how to be a more informed leader, and a better detective as they work toward finding a way to save the world.

The flowers for Varric and Harding are ... well, yeah.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant Masterlist

Synopsis: Onyx, a 23 year old angel, has served Her Majesty Queen Lucia for as long as he can remember. It takes an overthrow attempt gone wrong to realize that what she’s been doing to him isn’t the usual treatment for servants.

General tropes in the series: royalty whump, non-human whumpee (wings), multiple caretakers, most of the story will probably be recovery, first person perspective (from whumpee's pov) (this means it'll say "I/me/my" instead of "he/him/his")

I usually update each Sunday, but my life does occasionally get busy so I am not the most reliable about this lol. Whenever I do post, I post a poll within the next half hour or so where you can tell me which chapter you want to see next, so you can watch out for those if you want! ^^

Also I made a pie chart to that everyone knows what to expect from this series!

[image description: a pie chart that is labeled with about 15% plot, 35% whump, and 50% fucked up character dynamics /end id]

Chapters:

(x) Chapter 1: an introduction to the story and Onyx

(x) Chapter 2: Onyx delivers breakfast to the queen

(x) Chapter 3: Onyx tries to clean for the princes. The key word here is "tries"

(x) Chapter 4: Ryan interrupts Onyx when Onyx is supposed to be doing dishes

(x) Chapter 5: Onyx gets corrected on how to be the best servant he can!

(x) Chapter 6: dinner and plot set up

(x) Chapter 7: Onyx is lucky enough to leave the house for once :)

(x) Chapter 8: The twins cause problems, as per usual.

(x) Chapter 9: The twins cause even more problems! as per usual.

(x) Chapter 10: What's this? A person that meets Onyx and doesn't immediately decide he's deserving of every bad thing??

(x) Chapter 10.1: directly follows Chapter 10, but it's from Ryan's pov

(x) Chapter 11: awww medical care :)

(x) Chapter 12: An interrogation! With a lot of lore.

(x) Chapter 13: Breakfast time!!

(x) Chapter 13.1: What Ryan is up to during chapter 13

(x) Chapter 14: Onyx is Really Normal about eating a crepe.

(x) Chapter 15: Onyx takes a nap!

(x) Chapter 16: Onyx meets one of Dubhe's servants

(x) Chapter 17: Onyx and Dubhe have a Conversation

(x) Chapter 18: Onyx gets a hug (not clickbait!!)

(x) Chapter 19: Onyx decides that the royals have never ever been dangerous to anyone

Other writing:

(x) Whumptober 2024: Ember processing grief in a Very Normal way

(x) Whumptober 2024: Onyx sunburn drabbles

(x) Ryan drabble during the overthrow

(x) Onyx's 19th birthday (during his time as a servant)

(x) Whumptober 2023: Onyx has a fever (post-servantry) (theoretically a chapter but very far in the future)

(x) Servant Training: Why isn't Onyx allowed to clean for Ryan?

That one time Onyx got sick during his time as a servant (part 1) (part 2)

Ryan being friends with Dakota arc! this takes place before he met Onyx (part one)

Other:

(x) Official Timeline of the years leading up to chapter one

(x) Onyx official drawing and picrew!

More Onyx doodles: 1 | 2 | 3

(x) Picrews and drawings of the Raos!

Rao doodles: 1 | 2

Dubhe doodles: 1

(x) Onyx fanart by the lovely toyybox :)

(x) Ryan fanart by the lovely ihavetapeworms :)

(x) Ryan fanart by the lovely intotheautumnsky :)

Ryan asks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Onyx asks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Dubhe asks: 1

asks for multiple characters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

anything tagged "ask game" is still something i will still happily accept asks from, no matter how old :)

Please let me know if you notice any broken links :)

[bogkeep]

scattered thoughts on the saint of steel series + swordheart by t. kingfisher just so they're not sprinkled throughout the tags of other posts

- i love zale so much. reading swordheart was worth it for more zale (and also for bishop beartongue. i love her so much also. the entire order of the white rat is So Good)

- all of these books have the same romance arc structure. i think it's like, a good structure, but it gets so samey when you read it five times in a row. especially when they're all deeply allosexual and very founded in Instant Mutual Attraction. i don't think that's a bad thing in and of itself, i can enjoy a story where the characters are just really super horny for one another, ESPECIALLY when the characters are between ages 35-40 and not skinny hollywood models, but i feel like there HAS to be more than one way of writing that. i can at least appreciate that paladin book #4 had a slight spin on the dynamic. (paladin book #3 had a m/m romance and still followed the exact same pattern as the previous ones hahahhaa)

- i think paladin book #2 reads as the weakest one in the series, because book #1 is like hohoho this is so fun and enjoyable!! and then #2 is like, oho, new characters? wait is this just doing the same thing as the previous book. like, the story plot is completely different, but the Romance Arc is beat for beat the same, except in this case the paladin character seems to have NO reason to NOT get together with the love interest other than uhh. self-inflicted paladinly suffering? the paladins aren't even celibate!! all the other paladins so far have Understandable Personal Issues but this guy has some kind of unexplained hangup. this book also felt the least edited bc there were several phrases that repeated multiple times and ALSO...... the love interest lady was tall and muscular, but all the awooga'ing was focused on the more conventional areas, which felt like a truly missed opportunity. i still enjoyed this book!!! but Comparatively.

- all the story plots were really engaging though!!!!! paladin book #1 really had hooked from the get go, and book #4 had me excitedly waiting for a chekhov's gun to go off the entire time, and when it finally did it was so much more interesting than i anticipated hohohoho

- the worldbuilding is so good,, the setting feels real and lived in, very classic feeling fantasy without being derivative or cliché. there's some creatures and concepts that are delightfully creative or straight up eerie. i want to learn more about gnole culture and pronouns please

- i love how kingfisher writes paladins. she really Gets It. the paladin pie chart consists entirely of Guilt and Nobility. i also love that there's different paladin orders that have different Vibes like. the dreaming god needs only the prettiest, sluttiest of himbos to slay demons. it's so fun and i love that for them

- you can also tell that kingfisher has like. respect for people. when i read the stupid robot book, the feeling i kept getting from it was that humans are just soooo stupid and unevolved and it really rubbed me the wrong way. feels good to read something that is much more on the terry pratchett end of the spectrum. does this make sense??? like you read these books and the narrative doesn't hate women or poor people or fat people or any group of people. except maybe cops. there is definitely a disdain for cops which i very much appreciate

- the audiobook narrator for swordheart was different than the one for the saint of steel series, and it was genuinely fascinating to hear how they interpreted the characters that appear in both... and also that they pronounced the name jorge differently. both very talented narrators though, wow

anyway i guess i shall read more t. kingfisher!! maybe not right away but i am vibing with her style

[elancholia]

There are a number of ways writers go when making up Space Geopolitics, astropolitics, whatever:

United States of Earth vs. Various Alien Race-Empires (Star Trek in practice, 40k, Halo)

United human expansion or hegemony followed by collapse into various states that have no overt relationship to contemporary politics (Battletech, the Foundation books)

Divergent colonies counterposed to Earth (the Expanse, the early Azimoverse with the Spacers and Earth); these settings are more likely to focus on the contrast of culture and character between the frontier people (strong and dynamic) and the core (overpopulated pussies). The vibes are "the American revolution" rather than "the fall of Rome".

Earth nations and coalitions thereof extend themselves into space, creating an interstellar pie chart with scaled-up versions of Earth stuff (Infinity, the godawful Alien extended universe, which inspired this post when I looked up a background detail of the Alien: Isolation story); this is the rarest and most awkward.

[peppermintmochafem]

what did the process of realizing you were stone look like for you, if you’re comfortable sharing?

so to be honest realizing I am stone was not easy for me and I don't think I handled it particularly well but I guess that is just to acknowledge that it isn’t always easy.

Realizing I'm stone looked like a lot of things. Mostly I was having the sex I used to have and it just felt Wrong. And sex felt Wrong but I was still enjoying and craving that type of intimacy so I realized it wasn't sex that felt Wrong it must be something I was doing. So i kept trying and thought there must be something Wrong with my body or with my mind or with my gender. So I kept trying and would just disassociate during/after. When I was trying to find what was Wrong I literally made a pie chart of what percentage each thing could be. So on mine it was like body pain, body dysphoria, triggering, etc. but once I graphed those percentages I realized there was still a large portion left that I didn't know what it was. And that was really helpful in realizing I don't have to identify the reasons I can just not like it. I think there is a lot of narrative around being stone that it like it's okay to not bottom IF it's x,y,z so I was trying to fill in those blanks to make it okay. And i don't think that was particularly helpful or even healthy for me. It is simply a boundary I have to make sex feel good because it is a boundary I have to make sex feel good for me!

There was a long period after I realized I was stoned that I actually started enforcing that boundary.

During that period I thought that even though bottoming was triggering/physically painful/took me out of the moment/any other reason/literally just dont like it, it was just me who would be uncomfortable and I would be you know satisfying whoever I was with. Once I realized that it isnt enjoyable to have a partner do something they clearly aren't liking it was truly out of respect for others that I started enforcing it because I didn't want to put anyone in a position where they would be feeling bad about something they did.

It is still complicated for me to navigate but it has gotten easier and finding dynamics that work within those boundaries has been extremely helpful!

[mar-of-musing]

15 Day BL Challenge

Doing this Day-By-Day will probably be too much for brain so I have decided since it's relaxed I will be doing this 1-5 days over 3 days. I just want to also add on that I am an avid watcher of many different kinds of dramas, and I embrace different countries also. But I will probably go off of mostly Thailand here. This will get more complicated if I invest in my JBL and TaiwanBL pools and Growing KBL. I may do honourary mentions to those couples though I choose to use some of those pairings as my faves.

(Mom Life..) Also final beginning note: All original screen grab/posters/gif makers are given credit in the image descriptions. Day One: Favourite OG Actor Pairing My choice is Boun Noppanut Guntachai and Prem Warut Chawalitrujiwong (With Honourary Mentions: Billkin & PP Krit, Both Nattapong & Newyear Kitiwhut, Max Kornthas & Nat Natasitt and Ja Phachara & First Chalongrat) I will say I didn't know who to choose because I don't know who would be considered "OG" so I went with like a comfort couple of mine that has been continuously a comfort couple. I can't put into words how much I love them but really, if it's BounPrem I'm there and I'm watching it. I love how both of them are "comfortable" in their own way and they have shown us that they can be supportive of one another even when working on their solo activities. Boun has also put people in their place a few times for misconceptions of himself and Prem. As for Prem I just have always enjoyed his quiet nature. Also his quick responses that come out of nowhere and surprise Boun. (Example: Saying I love you when Boun told an interviewer he would love someone to say it genuinely to him one day.. Or that he'd donate his heart to Boun if he needed a replacement. Actually my husband and Boun have the same condition! It's something that can be helped when they're older.)

Also. Boun has one of the best laughs in all of Thailand oh and his earrings~! Come at me if you disagree. I am vibrating in anticipation for The Vampire Project.

Day Two: Favourite Rookie Actor Pairing Oh boy. Uh. There are so many but I think in the circumstances that both of the actors were rookies when they did their first series together? Tutor Koraphat Lamnoi and Yim Pharinyakorn Khansawa. Although Yim had been in the business since he was a teenager he didn't have a successful drama until he was paired with Tutor in Cutie Pie as NuerSyn. (Honourary Second Place: GeminiFourth Honourary Third Place: DaouOffroad Honourary Taiwanese Coupling: Tseng Jing Hua and Peng Cian You~. And shush! They were SO A COUPLE OK. ).

I just enjoy these two so much, their aesthetic is of course off the charts with Yim's ethereal alien looks and the fae-kind creature we know as Tutor. I consider them my comfort couple. The moment Yim entered Cutie Pie as Syn I knew he'd be my favourite character. After I finally got more into CP due to War, I got smacked by them a second time years later.

Also don't tell Zee and NuNew or Max and Nat but they were my favourite land for DMDLand2. Poker Land slapped so hard and both of these men are super talented. Yim was even sick when he performed and Tutor kept taking glances to check in on him. They are my comfort couple, I enjoy their relationship (whatever it is offcam) dynamic that we get to see. They admit to bickering a lot at the beginning of their promotions as a CPL. I love how daring they have been since the beginning too, our poor Kla and Ker working hard to maintain their and our sanities with these two. I can't wait for "Battle of the Writers"! Day Three: Side Dish That Should've Been the Main Course Warning to those who are heart broken like me: NetJames Incoming.

This is going to hurt my heart. This drama was not a BL but the side dish was our same sex relationship trope in the drama. The main coupling was two amazing actors who I love dearly I just felt that the director did NOT use Great and Four's actually-there-tension at all. The side couple is: Net Siraphop Manithikhun and James Supamonkon Wongwisut as Captain and Foei in Catch Me Baby. (I advise for people's sanity to never read MDL comments on dramas though. They have a weird hate for Thai actors..) I am not going to sit here and explain how I feel about NetJames since the news. I respect them, and I think NetJames fans need to learn to respect their boundaries and what they are going through right now. Cause ISTG if I read another: WHERE IS ___!? in their IG lives again I will explode and take everyone out. Also, I will forever support them individually or together.

That said Captain and Foei had that frienemies to lovers trope and chef's kiss. Just. I started this drama before I got back into the Thai BL scene again and it was what made me anticipate and watch Bed Friend every week when it aired. I have honourary mentions but every one of these I loved the main couple just as much or a little more than these side couples so I didn't choose them. Or they were the second half of their show's main couple or they got a spin off or show of their own (LOOKIN AT YOU YIDIAO~). GeminiFourth as Heart and Li Ming in Moonlight Chicken, JeffBarcode as KimChay in KinnPorsche, TutorYim as NuerSyn in CP and CP2 and NB, AyaKate as YiwaMarine in Wedding Plan (This is GL couple~), PealSee as TheeThai from Laws of Attraction and you can argue this with me but if you saw MoD you know this is canon: GreatMD as Inspector M/Dr. Oat in Manner of Death. Oh one more. Sorry. I love myself a good Side Couple: Xiao Kaizhong and Gao Han as MaoK in Falling Into Your Smile (they're a couple ok. AS READER OF THEIR WEBNOVEL YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

Day Four: Fave Ship Dynamic Oh my gods. Do you know how hard this question is for me? I'm like.. "Yes?". As a character artist and avid role player I like most ship dynamics. Wardog would tell you it's "Side Character Plots". So if I had to choose only one it'd be Character with Trauma x Green Flag. I love it even more if the Green Flag learns to be one through trying to be there for their love interest. They could also just both be people with trauma and both be green flags who heal each other. I am extending an invitation to view this gifset by Pharawee in its entirety because it's my fave part of LITA. And I have a lot of fave parts in LITA.

And here are some couples that fit here: FortPeat as PrapaiSky from Love in the Air, JaFirst as LeoFiat from Don't Say No, Okura Takato and Hyuga Wataru as Kaido Amane and Yamasuga Ryuji from Kimi to Narakoi wo Shite Mite mo, Tseng Jing Hua and Peng Cian You as Pu Yi Yong and Cao Guangyan from Oh No! Here Comes Trouble, NetJames as KingUea in Bed Friend, JimmySea as MhokDay in Last Twilight, PavelPooh (PoohPavel? ekeke) as CharlieBabe from Pit Babe and I could be here all day listing this trope.. So one more and I think this ship works on both sides: BillyBabe as PhayaTharn from The Sign.

Day Five: Biggest Flop Uhm. The problem is I like lower-income-shows but I think because of the lack of ethics behind this show: For Him and not because of the cast. I really enjoyed the cast, I just feel awful they had to work with so little to get at least decent content out. And that Tor had been harassed and stalked by one of the production members. I enjoyed the first few episodes, though the decline in quality of script and shots the cast had been given is very evident each episode you go through. The chemistry of the couples was chemistrying even with scenes like stepping on a new tattoo... For more information about this I would view befuddledcinnamonroll's 15 Day Challenge and pharawee's (wow we're on that tumblr a lot in this) coverage of the issues: here and here. Also reading through some of the casts' Twitters and

Another "Possible Flop" right now, hopefully not forever, I would say is Red Peafowl. Which is such a shame since their pilot slapped so hard.

TBC tomorrow~.

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