#i'm fully expecting to be proven wrong

[sorenseyebrows]

I haven’t seen anyone point this out yet, but if you look closely at this shot of Soren from the season 4 teaser, there’s a hooded figure to the right. I think it might be Rayla.

In the clips we’ve seen so far, I’ve been surprised that Soren hasn’t been with Ezran since he’s part of the crown guard, and that’s where he was at the end of season 3. My guess is that he’s out looking for Claudia or Rayla, or both.

We can’t see much of the cloak in this shot, but it looks a bit like the one Rayla wore in 1x07 (it’s been a while since I’ve done a rewatch and I don’t remember any other instances of her wearing it off the top of my head).

Also, the figure is turning away and hiding their face while Soren looks up. Could it possibly be a recently swordless Rayla hiding from something/someone chasing her?

I know I don’t have a ton of evidence for this, but I think it’s a viable if tenuous theory.

Basically I think it’d be hilarious if Rayla was in the teaser trailer all along.

[codenamesazanka]

Deku is an ass character. awful. i've been saying so from the beginning!!! save shigaraki? lmao

[wooahaes]

dream a little dream with me

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 9/13

word count: 4.7k~

warnings: skinship. food mentions. some slight angst.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a soulmate i meet with in my dreams...

summary: Jeonghan knows you. He might not know your face, but you’re the person in his dreams every night. And frankly… he’s pretty sure he’s already falling for you. He just has to figure out how to find you when the world won’t let him trade names or locations or anything he can actually use. At least he knows your favorite things…

"Hello...?"

Jeonghan was maybe thirteen when he finally met you for the first time, and you'd already proven him wrong with your existence alone. When he had turned ten, he expected to feel... something. To lose all the colors within his vision, or maybe he would feel your pain or something physical. A name, your first thoughts, your first words... Except he felt nothing. It'd upset him, sure--most people were upset by that kind of thing just on the account of being considered an outsider to their peers. Yet now he'd found himself in a museum filled with paintings he couldn't fully make out, and surrounded by people with blurry faces... Except for you.

He'd blinked. "Hello?"

And you lit up, making your way over to him. "You're...?"

Jeonghan had furrowed his brow, watching you carefully. Why could he see you...? "I'm Jeonghan," he had said, thinking that was what you meant.

You'd given him your given name, too--last name melting into white noise for a second. For a moment, you stood there, brimming with excitement. "We're--We're soulmates."

Immediately, he'd felt lighter at the revelation. "Oh!" Then he paused, brows drawing together once more as a follow-up thought pushed into his head immediately. "Why haven't we met before?"

He'd seen the way you grew more upset, gaze no longer meet his own. "I'm... It's complicated." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I think... Our sleep schedules don't overlap?" You looked up. "I laid down to take a nap for a bit because I was feeling sick, so..."

So you weren't near him. He felt a sting of rejection, even though you hadn't said anything of the sort.. Emotions were weird at thirteen, after all, and something like his soulmate not being near him. Obviously, it wasn't your fault: you didn't pick where you lived. He looked around, and felt... awkward. It was different than meeting someone for the first time in reality. At least other people were around. Now, it just you and him in this dream together.

"Do you wanna talk?" He said after a moment. "Since... I don't know if I'll get to see you again."

"You aren't mad?"

He shook his head. "I just wish you were closer," he crossed his arms. "This isn't fair."

You frowned. "It's not... So let's talk."

The two of you strolled on your own, getting to know one another. He learned the country you were from, even though he wouldn't know what city or town you were in. He learned about this doughnut place in your hometown, though, that you loved to visit when you could. He told you school stories and about his own friends, about the pranks he'd pulled on his little sister... Little things to learn about one another. He learned your favorite color, you learned the foods he disliked...

And then all too soon, you had disappeared within seconds. He had called for you, only to realize that you must have woken up--or been woken up, since it was so sudden. When he woke up the next morning for school, he told his parents that he'd met his soulmate in his dreams (even though he couldn't fully remember your face once he was awake).

Thus began the cycle. He probably needed the naps he would start taking in an attempt to meet you again, but he'd grown used to pushing through his fatigue to work on schoolwork or to spend time with friends. Yet his parents always knew where he'd be when they came home from work, finding him asleep on his bed as he hoped to meet you again.

Sometimes it worked. Sometimes he could sit with you for a little while, long enough to see you off before you woke up for your own schooling. Other times, he'd get home far too late to see you. But every time the two of you met over the rest of your teenage years, you made it work. The two of you would talk more about yourselves, getting to know each other better. He learned how to tell when you were upset, and would let you vent if you needed to. You'd given him a space to talk freely about his own feelings, too: the things that made him happy, or the things that were worrying him in real life...

Most people didn't know about his 'other' life in his dreams. The one where the two of you would go on walks in a city, sometimes holding hands. He'd slowly begun to fall for you over time, realizing that the care you showed him was sweet. The two of you had been strangers years ago, and now he understood maybe that was why the two of you were soulmates.

When he tried to kiss you around eighteen, you stopped him.

"I wanna kiss you for real," you said to him, holding his hands. "I know it's unfair to ask you to wait for me, but--"

"I will." He hadn't hesitated. Although he had kissed a girl once before (he was fifteen, and he realized after he did it that he'd much rather be kissing the person in his dreams) and told you so, he'd held off on dating. He wanted to experience things with you.

You'd squeezed his hands. "You don't have to."

Were you rejecting him...? What if he started dating someone and he loved them more than he already loved you? Part of him felt like he knew he would leave that person if he met you face-to-face, and yet... That meant he would hurt someone else. He'd heard stories about soulmates who left partners to be with one another, and while they were happy, the people left behind grew to resent them. Could he really do that to another person?

"You don't want me to?" He'd pulled his hands from yours, feeling the tiny sting in his chest.

You shook your head. "No, I--I just don't want you to wait around for me forever. What if we never meet?"

But what if we do? Jeonghan felt his heart sink in his chest. "We will," he said. Jeonghan never considered himself a hopeless romantic, but he had the naivete of a eighteen-year-old on his side. "I'll find you. I promise."

Before you could say something, you had begun to fade again. You were waking up. "Jeonghan--"

And then you were gone.

The first person Jeonghan had told about you was one of his college roommates, Joshua. He'd been listening to the way he'd been venting about how he felt he was annoying his soulmate whenever he sang, and waited until Seungcheol left for class to finally admit it out loud. He'd tell Seungcheol, too, soon: he just... needed to do it at his own pace. Both of his roommates seemed like good people who wouldn't judge him, but he'd already decided. Joshua first, and then Seungcheol. Deciding on that had made it easier, especially since Seungcheol was the busier of the two.

"My soulmate and I share dreams," he had said, pushing around the noodles in his ramyeon cup.

Joshua looked up. "Oh. Really?"

He nodded. "We talk whenever we can. It's hard. They're not from here. Depending on when I take a nap, I can either talk to them for a while or just ten minutes..."

"It sounds hard," Joshua nodded along. He'd sat backwards in his chair, leaning against the back of it with his chest, arms folded over the top. "So what are you doing to find them?"

Jeonghan said nothing.

"... Aren't you going to look for them?"

Jeonghan's gaze flickered up from his food. "I don't know. I don't know if they actually want to be found."

"That's--"

"We talked about it last time we met, a little over a year ago." He pushed around noodles more, never actually eating. "I'm in love with them. I don't know how they feel, although they said they'd rather kiss me for real when we meet. Then they said not to wait for them."

"It sounds like they're in love with you, too," he said.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. "Then why tell me not to wait?"

"Well... They're not from here." Joshua rested his chin on his arms. "Maybe they don't want you to feel like you can't date or anything."

"Don't you think I've tried it before?" Jeonghan looked up. "After they said that, I tried to move on, and I spent the entire time comparing her to my soulmate. She's not them."

Joshua frowned. "Dude... If you spend the entire time comparing, them, you're not going to be happy--"

"I know that." Jeonghan let out a sigh. "I just... I tried being with other people. She wasn't the only girl I tried to date--or see at all." They're just my soulmate, and I realized how much I love them every time I try to be with someone else. But would Joshua understand that...? Or would he just sound over-dramatic for someone he'd never met in person?

"I... see." Joshua looked off. "I guess it's different when you know your soulmate."

Jeonghan softened a little when he saw the guilt on Joshua's face. "It's fine," he said. "I just... I wish I could go to them. I don't know where they are, exactly, and it's not like I can go find them."

Can't you? He pushed away the thought. The world was big. .He couldn't just go out and find you--at least, not without looking like a creep. As much as he wished he could just let go of that desire deep within him to be with you, even temporarily, he just couldn't. Not when he'd gotten to know you so deeply. He felt as though a part of him would always be with you now, and that he carried you with him wherever he went.

Joshua understood, though. He listened, and he gave Jeonghan his thoughts whenever he asked for him. Seungcheol would eventually do the same, once Jeonghan told him about his soulmate. Seungcheol hadn't shown any offense to not being told (it was Jeonghan's business, after all). And in the moments in-between, Jeonghan was with you in some way--either thoughts preoccupied with you or in the fleeting moments of sharing a dream space.

"I kissed someone," you confessed at one point. Jeonghan had been sitting underneath a tree with you, fashioning a flower crown out of the little yellow blossoms that littered the ground around him. You craned your neck to look at him, "Are you mad...?"

He shook his head. "Do you like this?"

At first, you didn't move, and he felt his heart falter. "I dunno," you confessed a moment later. "I feel like... Every person I meet, I keep comparing them to you. Like... Hannie would laugh at this joke. Or Hannie would think this. It's like... I can't get you out of my head."

His heart skipped a beat this time as he stared at you, his face growing redder by the second. "... Really?"

"I... I dunno. It's just--I don't want you to think I'm some sort of loser when we meet."

When. Not if. "So you want to find me?"

He saw the way you grew more flustered, eyes landing anywhere but him as you pushed yourself up so that you were sitting. "Yes. Are you mad?" You finally met his gaze. "I mean... I think I hurt you before. When I told you not to wait for me? And we never talked about it, so..."

Jeonghan set the flower crown into his lap, reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'm not mad," he said softly. "Not anymore."

"So you were mad."

He nodded a little after a moment. "At first..." He drew his hand back, shifting over so that he could sit closer to you. "At first I was hurt," he said, "because I thought you didn't want to find me. And... And I really wanted to kiss you, so I thought you were rejecting me, and.. I talked to my friends about it and they told me that it was alright to feel hurt, but that I was making assumptions about how you felt. So..." He dropped his hand down, pressing his palms into the grass. "How do you feel?"

"I've always wanted to meet you," you said outright. "But... I was talking to a few friends, and they kept asking questions about where you lived, and whether we'd get the chance to meet. It felt kinda mean," you moved closer, pressing your back against the tree, so that you could sit next to Jeonghan. "Like... They don't get a guarantee that they'll meet their soulmates. What makes us different?"

"Well, we know each other," he said, hand slipping into your own. "It's easier to accept things if you don't know your soulmate."

"I guess," you nodded along. "But... I dunno, it just made me anxious that we'd never be able to find each other."

"We will," Jeonghan said softly. "We'll make it work. I want to try."

Your hand curled around his, squeezing it tighter. "I want to try, too," you said, firm in what you were committing to. "Hannie?" You paused for a moment, "Jeonghan...? I want to be with you. I know we've never met in person, but can we...?"

He nodded. "Yes," he breathed out, reaching his other hand up to turn your face toward him. "May I...?"

You closed the distance between the two of you. It left him wondering if your lips would be this soft in reality. The last thing he heard was the sound of you saying his name, about to say something else when he found himself back in his couch, heart racing in his chest. He had jolted forward, fully awake out of nowhere, enough that it alerted Joshua and Seungcheol. The two were sitting at their little dinner table when they turned to see Jeonghan.

"... Bad dream?" Joshua called out.

Jeonghan just bolted to his bedroom, shutting himself in as he processed what all just happened. You kissed him. You wanted to be more. You wanted to find him.

And, fuck, he was going to do anything to find you now.

Most people gave Jeonghan weird looks when he explained his relationship to them. Yes, he hadn't met you in real life yet. No, it didn't really do anything to the relationship--it limited your dates, sure, but you had fun manipulating the dreamscape together to go wherever you wanted to go. Amusement parks with no waits for the rides, or this little cafe in your hometown, or a lovely park at night that Jeonghan walked through alone and wished you were there with him in reality. There were plenty of downsides, sure--neither of you could taste the food that you were eating, or feel the wind on your face--but you made it work and resolved to live these out once you found your way to each other. Sometimes people tried to challenge him: how could he have a relationship entirely with someone in his dreams? Didn't he miss the physical contact?

Which... The answer was a resounded 'yes,' but also it was none of their business. The two of you made it work, end of story. He'd eventually had a friend circle that accepted his relationship with his soulmate, although he'd become insistent that (when Seungkwan met his soulmate) his experience didn't count. That the two of you had agreed that your 'day one' of your relationship would be the day that you met face to face, just to make it easier to pin down a date. Everyone else had a date they could use as an anniversary, and you... Well, you and Jeonghan were different.

Although things had changed years later. All he knew at first was that he went to sleep one night, and you were there.

"... Jeonghan?"

And he'd stared at you, your name slipping from his mouth as he rushed over to you. "Are you sick again?" He frowned. "Honey, I wish I could be there to--"

"No, I... I moved. Remember?"

Right. You... You told him that you were moving for a job opportunity. It'd saddened him a little in the moment because both of you knew it'd make meeting harder, and yet all of that seemed to fade away in an instant.

"So you're...?" He didn't want to speak it aloud. What if it weren't true? What if...?

You nodded slowly. "I think... I'm closer," you said. "I'm in--"

The next few words seemed to dissolve into nothing, like his brain refused to register them. Jeonghan took your face into his hands, tears wetting his cheeks as he shook his head. Why can't it just work? Why can't their connection just let them have this now? You were closer to him. That should mean that the two of you can freely talk, and yet all he could hear was muffled words that he couldn't make out at all.

"We can't," he said, "we'll just... We'll have to find a way without saying names."

It broke his heart every time he saw you cry, and this time was worse. You nodded, though, hands coming up to hold his. "We'll find a way," you said. "Saturdays. I'll... I'll wait for you somewhere." Another name became muffled when you spoke it aloud, and you loudly swore as you broke away from him. "Coffee," you said, turning to him. "I'll... I'll always go to the same place near--" Again, your voice cut out. "Fuck--Just start looking, and--and we'll figure it out if it doesn't work."

"You'll stay there?" He watched you carefully. "All day?"

An eager nod, motivated by how close the two of you were now. "All day. Every Saturday until I find you."

And so it began.

Jeonghan... truly underestimated how many coffee places existed in this fucking city. But he went out every Saturday morning and spent hours upon hours searching for you. For months, that search came up empty. Joshua had offered to help, but Jeonghan turned both he and Seungcheol (and everyone, for that matter) down. He needed to find you himself. Maybe it was hubris, or maybe it was because he wanted to be the first one to meet you... He wasn't exactly sure anymore. A mix of both, perhaps. You could meet his friends in time, but Jeonghan didn't want anyone else to see you in person before he did. He'd known you this long. He'd been with you this long. He needed to be the first one to see you.

Three months ago, Chan met his soulmate. How much longer would it take for Jeonghan to find you? He approached the last place on his list for today, night having already fallen upon him. Maybe he'd change places with you, and have you running around looking for him. He'd try to pick somewhere more niche, though, just to make it easier on you. Jeonghan tucked his hands into his jacket pocket, staring down at his phone as he followed the directions to this place. It was a little out of the way, but maybe if he made it in time, he'd be able to swing by the bigger place not far from there. It closed earlier, sure, but it usually had way more foot traffic from what he could tell.

The thought that had been haunting him hit him again: would you even like him when you saw him in person? It'd been something stupid that popped into his head one Saturday a month ago, but it still shook him a little more than he expected. He'd seen you in so, so many dreams; he'd been with you, dating you, and yet it felt like there was a degree of separation. Those were his dreams with you, this was the real world where other people would get in the way. Where he couldn't just go to that cafe in your hometown with you, giggling about a silly joke one of you cracked, without having to travel to get there. He'd confessed his fears to Joshua once day, and Joshua had just stared at him.

"But you're in love with them."

"I know, but what if they don't love me once they see me?" Jeonghan had been curled up on Joshua's couch that night, a blanket draped around him. He toyed with the edge of it, fingers curling around the plush material. "It's different, I think."

Joshua pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god. You're so stupid."

"Hey--"

"Jeonghan." Joshua turned, entirely serious as he leaned in, "They love you, dumbass. I know your dreams are magical or whatever, but they still like being with you. You told me they trust you enough to cry on you and tell you about how bad work was, or about friend troubles, or enough to just say they need to cry because of stress. If things change when they see you, they weren't really in love with you. Dreams are whatever--you're still you."

Jeonghan had said nothing at first, letting the words sink in. Then when he looked up, he saw Joshua looking off into the distance, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "They're singing, aren't they?"

Joshua cracked a smile. Jeonghan knew him well enough. "It's quiet," he said, "but... Yeah. They are."

Jeonghan knew that while Joshua was the one who sang more often in his relationship, he truly loved whenever his soulmate would sing. He knew that Joshua had told them that, and they chose to indulge him in it a little more often. Jeonghan should take a video or a picture of this and send it to them: you broke your soulmate, btw, come get him. Then again... Joshua definitely had ammunition of his own. Videos of times where Jeonghan had woken up in a pleasant mood because he'd gone on a date with you yet again, always ending with Joshua telling the camera that he was ready for the two of you to meet already.

At the end of the street on the left. Jeonghan had begun to hurry at this point, already feeling his heart sinking in his chest. No. No, no, no, fuck--The lights were out, and no one was inside despite the website saying that this place stayed open for another two hours. There had been a piece of paper taped up on a window that said something about one of the coffee machines breaking down and causing a big enough mess that they'd have to close for the night. Shit. What if this had been the one? What if you were inside when the coffee machine broke, spraying hot coffee everywhere? What if you had been burned? Jeonghan wanted to kick himself for not getting here sooner, but he looked at the other shop that closed in less than ten minutes. Fuck. Next Saturday for sure. Maybe that would be the one.

He did what he always did. He called Joshua, and told him that, yet again, he had failed to find you.

"Aw. I'm sorry, dude," Joshua had said. "Are you sure you don't want us to help out?"

Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol had spoken up, "We will! Just tell us where to go, and we'll find them. There's too many places for you to do it on your own. Stop being stubborn about this."

Jeonghan chuckled softly, glad that he had friends who cared so deeply about him. "No, it's fine. We'll find each other soon. I can feel it. We'll talk about it tonight and see if they can give me any details."

Of course, you hadn't before. Whatever was keeping the two of you from finding each other made sure of that. But they didn't need to know how many failed attempts Jeonghan had made at this point.

"Are you sure?" Seungcheol sighed. "I just don't want you to feel like you need to do this alone. We're all here for you. If you say the word to Seungkwan--"

Another warm chuckle. "He'll storm every shop himself," Jeonghan said. "That's why I haven't told anyone else yet. You know Mingyu would go out searching without telling any of us."

"You sound exhausted," Joshua spoke up after a moment. "Want one of us to pick you up?"

"I'll just take the bus. I think I'll plan my next move during the ride." Jeonghan tucked his other hand back into his pocket. He needed the time to lick his wounds and pick himself back up, too. "Maybe... I'll figure out a new plan."

"Just call me if you change your mind," Seungcheol said. "Get home safely."

"I will," Jeonghan said, and ended the call. He shoved his phone into his pocket, and let out a sigh.

Okay. Another failed Saturday. Jeonghan wouldn't lose hope, though: he'd find you soon enough. It wouldn't be as soon as he planned, but he would find you, and he would kiss you, and he'd never let anything tear the two of you apart like this ever again. Even with work trips and vacations and whatnot, Jeonghan would be happy to see your face again outside of his dreams.

The bus had slowed to a stop, and Jeonghan climbed on before taking a seat near the back. He leaned against the window, watching the city crawl by once the bus had lurched forward again. If the two of you could pick something less common, maybe you'd find one another sooner. He leaned against the window, watching the city crawl by as his eyelids began to droop. Next Saturday. He hugged himself tighter. Next Saturday would be the day. He had to find you then. Or maybe it was time to let his friends help him find you. What was the point of being stubborn about it all when he was taking away days he could be falling in love with you all over again?

"Hello...?"

He must have dozed off on the bus again, the sound of your voice making him open his eyes.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but when's your stop?"

You must have been teasing him again. "Wherever you want it to be," he said, the words rolling off his tongue as easily as they always do. It was always easy to say such things to you. He looked up, and pauses, mind fuzzy for a moment. "Sorry, I thought you were my..."

And then it's clear. There you stood in front of him, one hand gripping the seat next to him and the other on the one in front of it. Your eyes widened as realization hit you, and Jeonghan was already rising out of his seat. The bus driver yelled something back at the two of you, but Jeonghan wasn't listening. And it seemed like you weren't, either.

"Good morning, Hannie," you teased lightly, already smiling at him.

Jeonghan only leaned in, thrilled that you closed the distance between the two of you. He cupped your face in his hands, nose brushing against yours as he tasted something sweet on your lips. Tea, he thought, or maybe some sort of dessert involving matcha or something. Your body was warm underneath his touch and so much more real than he'd ever dreamed of. But what about you? Did he live up to your dreams?

"I love you," he said softly when he drew back. Emotions surged in his chest: relief, joy, love. The freedom of no longer having to search for you crashed over him in waves, and he felt himself tear up. He roughly wiped his face on his sleeve, sniffling as he tried to hold back now. This wasn't how he wanted either of you to remember your first meeting, with him about to sob.

Yet all it took was seeing you cry for him to break, pulling you into his arms as he held you tight. The bus driver yelled back again, and he just reached back frantically, pressing the button to signal for the two of you to get off as soon as you could. And he left with you, hand in hand, as the two of you stepped out underneath the stars, already falling in love with one another all over again.

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[misc-obeyme]

Hi, I'd like to suggest a prompt for Kinktober, if that's okay! If you haven't picked something for Satan yet, I'd like to offer: mutual masturbation!

Maybe it's started by a spicy erotic novel they're reading together (maybe they didn't know that the sex scenes would be so explicit, or so numerous) or maybe they're watching a romance movie together in Satan or MCs bedroom, and the film is much more adult than they were anticipating?

And the tension just keeps growing until the arousal is too much to endure, and MC is crossing their legs and squirming to resist the urge to touch themself - when they notice that Satan is subtly/subconsciously palming the bulge in his pants. When Satan notices he's been caught, that's it, neither of them can take it any more.

There's something about being so turned on that you HAVE to touch yourself, even if someone else is right there. And watching each other just makes it feel even better ♡

Hi there, anon!

So I kinda combined the novel and movie situation, but this is taking place in MC's bedroom. You gave me so much detail! I tried to incorporate it all, so hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: mutual masturbation

You were sitting next to Satan on your bed, both of you situated comfortably, prepared to watch a movie.

It was an adaptation of a romance novel you had read together. It turned out to be far more explicit than either of you had expected and during the time you'd been reading it, both of you had deliberately avoided talking about the overabundance of sex scenes.

When Satan suggested this movie based on the book, he had acknowledged it for the first time. He told you that the movie was less steamy than the book, a little bit of a blush on his cheeks as he said it.

About a third of the way through the movie, you began to wonder if it really was more tame than the book. The characters on screen were currently moaning and gasping passionately. You figured it must just be this one scene. Certainly they wouldn't include any of the others.

This assumption was proven wrong as scene after scene presented itself to you, now in movie form. At this point, you might as well have been watching porn.

But it was good porn. There was still a nice story, the romance was intense and passionate, and if anything, it made you feel a little… tingly.

You tried desperately not to squirm, actively sitting on your hands in an attempt to prevent yourself from touching where you shouldn't. Despite all this, you couldn't prevent yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

You glanced at Satan, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice how turned on you were.

To your complete surprise, you saw him with his hand on the bulge in his pants. He didn't seem to notice at first, his eyes fully on the screen where yet another compromising scene had begun.

You looked away, but then you looked back again. The movement must have caught Satan's eye because this time he looked right at you.

Your eyes met. Satan blushed and looked away.

"I'm sorry, MC," he said. "This movie is far more… suggestive than I was lead to believe."

You laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little desperate over here…"

Your eyes met again. The only sound in the room at that moment was the moaning from the TV.

You groaned. "I can't take it anymore."

Satan sucked in a breath as you slowly slid your hand past the waistband of your pants. You gasped a little as your fingers finally reached the throbbing warmth between your legs.

Satan made a low strangled noise before unzipping his own pants and setting his cock free. You weren't surprised to see how hard it was, its tip glistening with pre-cum.

You were already turned toward him, but now Satan moved his body just enough so that he could see you. He watched as you tugged your pants down further, giving him a full view of you touching yourself. He moaned at the sight, his hand grasping his cock and pumping it languidly, as though he was afraid to go too fast.

The movie's scene switched to a rolling countryside, but the two of you weren't paying attention anymore. You're eyes were only on each other.

Satan began to stroke himself with more speed and intensity. You matched his pace, syncing your movements to his. This seemed to surprise him and his blush deepened significantly as he moaned your name softly, causing a stab of desire to run all the way through you. You whined at the way the bright pleasure was pooling in your belly.

You began to squirm, unable to hold still as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

Satan's voice was strained as he moaned out your name again. "MC… I'm - ah - ah!"

Watching him spurting cum across the blanket was enough to tip you over the edge. You cried his name as you came, too.

For a moment, both of you sat there, panting, hands still but lingering as though neither of you wanted it to end. Satan held your gaze, a hungry look in his eyes that made you shiver slightly.

"That was hot," you said, sighing a little.

Satan looked at your bed and frowned. "I'm sorry about your blanket. I'll wash it for you."

You laughed. "I made just as much of a mess as you did."

And yet when the movie's credits finally began to roll, Satan carefully rolled up your blanket and took it with him to be washed. He later left it on your bed, clean and folded, with the second book in the series sitting on top of it. There was a note that said, They've made a movie of this one, too.

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[buckttommy]

please talk more about bucktommy I love when you talk about them

with pleasure. i need the serotonin.

the first time tommy spends the night, he cooks buck breakfast in bed. somehow buck sleeps through the entire cooking process which is remarkable considering tommy is loud as fuck as he searches for bowls and pans. but anyway. buck wakes up to french toast with syrup and powdered sugar, bacon, and diced fruit and he does NOT get misty eyed but it is a close thing.

tommy gets quiet sometimes, but especially on the day of his dad's death anniversary. i hc that tommy is a bit of an isolationist. when things get bad or sad in his head, he retreats to his little bubble and puts himself back together. buck is clingy, so it takes him a while to adjust to the fact that sometimes his boyfriend doesn't want to be touched/bothered but once he gets the hang of it, it's smooth sailing. he's learned the Warning Signs for when tommy gets in these particular headspaces, but it's easier when he knows they're coming. so on the anniversary of tommy's dad's death, buck kisses him goodbye when he goes to work, texts him little things that don't demand a reply throughout the day, and just waits for tommy to come to him again. he always does, usually the next day, and he hugs buck tight. sometimes they have sex, sometimes they don't. either way, they spend the day after his Bad Day just reconnecting. catching up on conversations and satiating their skin hunger. buck swears he can't possibly love this man anymore than he already does, but when he has tommy in his arms after a bad day has passed and he's still kind of quiet but cling, he's always proven wrong.

tommy is a shit dancer, like. just. absolutely abysmal. everything they say about white people dancing is true. rhythm could slap him in the face and he still wouldn't know it. buck, on the other hand... well. he's actually not that much better, tbh, but he did spend some time in peru being mother hen'd by an abuela who didn't speak a lick of english (my personal hc) so he knows how to move his hips a lil. all this to say, one day buck puts on some music and tommy is like uhh what are you doing. and buck is like "what, i have to pay you for those flying lessons somehow. get up, old man, we're dancing." and like. tommy... there's no fixing him, i'm afraid, but goddamnit if buck doesn't try. dancing together usually ends in kissing and laughing into each other's mouths, but neither of them would have it any other way

when buck's paternal grandma dies, he needs to go back home to pennsylvania. he's fully expecting to book a plane ticket and see his boyfriend in a couple days but tommy's like "hey no i'm coming with you," and buck is like, "nah, it's okay. really. i'll be there and back in an instant, it's not like i was that close to her" but tommy's just like, "how close you were doesn't matter. she was still your grandma. and your family may need you, but you're still my priority. so i'm coming with" and like. how is buck supposed to argue with that? maddie and chimney tag along and they make a big roadtrip of it. it's fucking ridiculous and extra and silly but there's good music and laughter and the license plate game and tommy holds his hand when buck reaches for him and, you know. maybe going to pennsylvania isn't so bad if all the trips are like this.

i have this headcanon that buck and tommy are physically codependent and extremely tactile in that they just love being around and touching each other. all this to say that, when either one of them is injured / in hospital, they can often be found holding each other in the hospital bed. when buck has a TBI and is unconscious, tommy cradles him close and kisses the top of his head. when tommy is burned in a fire, buck lets him bury his face in his neck to escape the pain. no thoughts head empty, just clingy touchy cuddly beautiful boyfriends

[minjiarchive]

you take what i give | g!p jiu x fem!reader

this fic is a bit longer... but it's very worth it if you can tell by the warnings ;)

warning / smut, hints of sexting? (turns right into fucking), size kink

“Hi baby,”

“What are you up to right now?”

You text Minji back and forth, switching between doing chores and texting her back. It's been a busy week for Minji, promotions and preparing for the music shows made her schedule insanely busy. Due to this, you weren't expecting her to see your message right away,

Read 6:30 PM.

Soon after reading your message, she replied back,

“Just work, I'm in the practice room so nothing really interesting.”

She's cold and serious, too serious for your liking. You aren't used to this kind of Minji, normally she'd at least be more enthusiastic than this. Maybe she's frustrated, upset, or annoyed but either way, you didn't want to push her any further. She'll probably talk about it when she's home.

You decided to settle for a simple response back,

“Ah okay, well if you need anything I'm always here.”

It gave her the chance to talk about her frustrations or if she didn't want to say anything, she'll know she has your support.

You set your phone back on the bed, focusing on finishing the chores before she got home. If she came home to a clean apartment then maybe it'd lighten her mood more. You planned on checking your phone later on, Minji might've needed some space and alone time anyway.

Just before you were going to leave the room, your phone chimed twice,

“Thank you, Y/N...”

She's still cold but sounding a bit needy?

“I do need something though.” She must be wanting to rant about whatever happened today, so you weren't too worried about it.

“Yeah? What is it?” You texted, waiting to see that she read your message fairly quick.

Minji doesn't say anything for a few minutes. She's online but no chat indicator shows that she was typing. It's fine, she could be having a hard time voicing her thoughts, but she's still silent. It didn't bother you though, you know you shouldn't be too persistent so you thought about leaving your phone a second time until she texted back,

“I need you.”

Following her text, she sent a dick picture. Well, not fully her dick since she was clothed. The tip of her cock poked out beneath her sweatpants, her hand rested on the inner part of her thigh, you could only think that she touched herself to get her hard enough.

You immediately felt arousal pool between your thighs, the rush of wetness having you shift in your seat. Your mind raced as you imagined her back pressed against the wall, facing the mirror while she had a growing boner in front of her.

It made you even more curious on what she had to be thinking about.

Did you want to know though? Could you even survive if she told you every thought she had at work?

She'll probably talk about it when she's home.

You thought that it couldn't get worse from here, the direct message alone made you wet – but in a span of a few seconds, you were quickly proven wrong once her new message read,

“I'm coming home, I need to be inside you.”

--

Minji pinned your hands above your head, making you unable to move your arms as you squirmed underneath her. You didn't want it to stop, you didn't want to push her away, but the way she slid her length against your folds made your head spin.

She kissed the (already) forming marks on your neck, you whimpered at the pressure she put on your two most sensitive spots. Minji knew you too well, she knows how to make you happy and she knows how to fuck you right.

“I missed you,” she said, the tip of her cock pushing into your entrance slightly. Your walls pulsed hard, needing to be fucked and stretched out.

She was well aware of how much her size turned you on.

She'd catch you staring at her arms flexing every time she worked out, muscles feeling hard when you touched her. She noticed how flustered you got every time she had to look down to talk to you, and of course, she made sure to take advantage of the size of her dick. Minji didn't need words to prove her point, your actions spoke for yourself.

“Please just do something,” you beg, your hips almost snapping up to push yourself deeper.

She stops to meet your eyes as if she's weighing out her options – either wanting to see your face when she slides inside you or tease you until you’re crying out for her.

“Do you think I can fit inside of you again?” She teases, her cock pushing in a bit more deeper. “Can your tight hole stretch out just a bit more?”

“I don't think I can...”

Minji chuckles lowly at that, muttering something you couldn't make out. She knows you can't take it but your obedience to her contradicts that. If you can't take what Minji gives, she'll make you take it.

“You can,” she says, grabbing your hips to slide herself inside you, “I'll make it fit.”

A broken moan slips out of you, feeling her fill you up entirely. The pain and pleasure felt all too overwhelming. Every time she fucked you, fucking you like a toy, you never seemed to adjust to her size.

She loved how tight you were for her, Minji wouldn't want it any other way.

“I was thinking about how you feel around me,” she explains herself from earlier, “I almost cummed on spot when I thought about your pretty tongue sucking me off.”

Fuck.

Was she serious?

“I'm- Minji... please,” you choke out, meeting her thrust as you grinded yourself up her shaft, “I'll make it all real.”

“Such a good girl aren't you,” praising you in a tone that made it seem like she wasn't questioning her statement, you are her good girl. You didn't notice it though until after the fact, your mind could barely even work out any thoughts and you carelessly spoke out for more.

Minji takes every noise you make in her ear as a sign to quicken her pace, every moan, every whimper, every whisper of her name. She tries to stay sane and in control, she is the one on top of you. But, every thought she had from earlier controls a part of her, something that puts her in a trance.

Your wet cunt coated her length lovingly, it drives Minji crazy to think about how she'll make you clean her up,

Take it.

Suck me off.

She starts losing herself a little, every thrust pushing her sensitivity to the peak. Minji doesn't care about stopping, she isn't going to stop anytime soon as she continues to think out loud, “Good girls deserve my cock in them,”

“You're the only one who deserves it and takes it.”

You take what Minji gives.

[luna0713hunter]

Hellooo~

I just found your blog rn and I immediately fell in love with your works(especially sukuna ffs).

I love the way you write sukuna and reader's relationship.

And if ur ok with it, may I request a sukuna x reader angst? Maybe where reader is a sorcerer and she got badly injured and got into a almost death situation during a fight and sukuna is smh guilty for it??

You can ignore this if u want to<3

-🍪

Author's note : Hi hi ( ꈍᴗꈍ)oh my gosh im so happy to hear that!!!thank you so much darling!it makes me super happy

Mhm,i love the smell of fresh angst with happy ending in the midnight lmao. I'll gladly write it!! Hope you enjoy this,Cookie-chan!

Warnings : Sukuna Sorcerer au!,angst,injury and blood,happy ending!

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You knew this would happen,and you were happy to rub it in your idiot boyfriend's face with a big "i told you so."

That is,if you make it out alive.

The curse before you lets out a loud noise, something akin to cackle,as it watches you with it's multiple eyes. You glare,but even you know it's lost all heat;with blood oozing out of each part of your body,you can barely even keep your eyes open. Your body feels weak,and all of your joints hurt like hell. Your eyes drift to where you broken phone is laying and you just hope that your help signal has gone through before it was damage for good.

"ah," you mumble as you spit a mouthful of blood on the ground below; watching as it drips down on your hands, "today sucks. Its all Ryo's fault."

Your hazy eyes turn up and you watch as the curse dances around;each one of it's disgusting eye spinning around wildly as it looks at you with glee.

The son of a bitch is having fun killing you.

"you're lucky, y'know," you giggle slightly from how slurred your words sound; the blood lose making you lightheaded, "If Ryo was here,he would've torn you to pieces. But, he's an idiot."

Because he really was; starting that morning with the message from the higher ups about your new mission, you had told Sukuna that it would end badly. You had told him more than twice that something smelled fishy;that the higher ups were out to get you. But Sukuna,had dismissed your worry,and with a small scoff had said you're paranoid. At least,now with you dead,he would be proven wrong.

You grin maniacally at the thought;serves him right.

Leaning your back against the tree,you watch with bleary eyes as the curse steps closer;you dont even care. You're too tired to fight back. So you just sit there, thinking about all the things you'll miss;your friends and family,that one bakery with those delicious coconut buns,your boyfriend Sukuna,and most of all-

"i never got the chance to hear him say i love you..."

Maybe out of everything, you'll regret not dating your boyfriend sooner.

You're so lost in your thoughts,that you dont notice the sound of the curse has been faded away. And when you hear a small shriek,and hurried footsteps running your way,you just close your eyes and drop your head. You're fully expecting the curse to rip out your heart,when gentle,but frantic hands,take hold of your bloody cheeks and raise your head slightly. With a pained groan,you open your eyes just enough to see a heap of pink,and a familiar pair of red eyes.

"Ryo...?"

"yeah,yeah babe. Its me," his voice is steady,like always,but you can hear a small undertone of worry and it brings a smile to your lips.

"told ya..."

The hands on your cheeks rub at the corner of your lips to wipe away the blood.

"yeah,i know. And I'm an ass for not believing you." You feel yourself shift,and with foggy mind, realize he has lifted you up in his arms, "I'll make it up to you. Promise."

You giggle and rub your head against his chest;his scent already soothing your mind.

"can i have those sweet buns then?with hot chocolate?"

"whatever you want. First, let's get you fixed up yeah?"

You mumble your agreement and close your eyes. And when you wake up the next time,its to a tray full of your favorite sweet buns and a warm mug of hot chocolate.

Your boyfriend embraces you tightly,and kisses your forehead.

"i love you."

And maybe getting almost killed,was worth it after all.

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P.S : I love coconut buns and im currently craving some so i had to add them lmao.

[achaotichuman]

Acotar Rant Time

Tonight I'm feeling the audacity, so I'm just gonna say it.

Feyre was far more respected and far more highly regarded in the Spring Court than she ever has been in the Night Court.

In the Spring Court, she was brought in as their last hope. The savior, the High lord's salvation. And she fulfilled that, she became their salvation, their warrior, the Spring Court's champion of sorts. She was the Cursebreaker. She may not have been High lady, but to be honest. She had the same responsibilities and expectations. She was second only to the High lord, and for a 19-year-old with no experience in politics, nor any knowledge of how the Court's function, those are some pretty damn high expectations. Everyone respected and adored her. They didn't want her to help with rebuilding because they respected her as a leader and wanted her to rest. If Tamlin became incapacitated for some reason or another, she would be the one to step up into his position. That was simply another responsibility and expectation she had, and the Spring Court didn't ever dare say she wouldn't be capable for the role because they trusted her to fulfill that to the best of her ability. They loved her!

Now consider the Night Court. The Night Court was the most closed off from Under the Mountain. Velaris never having even being affected by Amarantha, so they would've had no clue of what went on. Correct me if I'm wrong on this, but I do not believe the Hewn City was really touched, and Illyria had some join Amarantha to follow their High lord, but I believe they were fairly well off compared to other Courts.

So, no one really has any idea who the fuck Feyre is, she to them is just some 20-year-old High Fae girl who showed up one day. To the Hewn City she was brought in as a slut Rhysand liked to fuck. Are they supposed to respect her for that? She was dressed in rags in the same manner she was UtM, she was put on display as a pretty doll. Everyone hated her from the get-go and had no respect for her, because she was also condoning Rhysand's abuse to them. Making them bow to her and overall being a bitch to a whole city of people. The next time they see her she is suddenly High lady. Was that supposed to make them respect her? Of course, it wouldn't have! She joined in on abusing them, acting like a horrific person, and demanding they bow to her even though she had done nothing to deserve it. They only do what she asks because they have been taught to be terrified of Rhysand.

The Hewn City has no reason to think of her as their ruler. Feyre has proven time and time again she does not respect them, so why should they respect her? Most of Illyria most likely does not even know she exists considering how widespread it is. Not to mention Feyre also does nothing to help the woman abused there, so again, why should they respect her? Because self-fucking-righteous Rhysand says so?

And Velaris. Again, most of them probably don't even know she exists. And they also have no reason to think of her as their ruler, considering she has done nothing for them, and they would have never known how she broke the curse. To them, she's just another woman going about her day, no one special. No one they care about or answer to.

This post is not to say Feyre shouldn't have left the Spring Court. This is to say Tamlin is not sexist in any way. When he said High ladies did not exist that was simply a statement of fact and reassurance they would not call her as such as Feyre at the time did not want to be High lady. He put her in a high position of power and exalted her name. She was loved and respected by all, and there was no fear-mongering necessary to get her that respect, she earned it and Tamlin upheld it. Rhysand however, dragged Feyre's name through the mud and she let him.

I fully believe Feyre had every right to leave Tamlin. However, her reputation was ruined permanently by going to the Night Court.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[httpsbearily]

☆*: Mischievous Tendancies

You wandered off just a little too far into the forest and played just a little too much; Bryon is a man of only so much patience.

[Tags]: Smut | bryon x reader | GN reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[Author's note]: mmmm bryon content yippie

“Aw, come on, won’t you humor me for just a bit?”

“I’m afraid not, darling. Justifiably, your mischievous tendencies have proven to get us both into situations that are not ideal. I would prefer if you could behave yourself just this once."

"Uhm, rude. I don't seem to recall you complaining during one of my "mischievous tendencies" escapades. In fact, I clearly remember you enjoying yourself."

Bryon gave a disapproving hum but offered no rebuttal to your words, a sign that he truly was no longer indulging you. You pouted in dismay, letting yourself fall back against the tree you were currently sat under. It was the middle of spring and all the world around seemed to be in bloom, even the people behaved more cheerfully. With such sights, you had naturally yearned to travel about the forest to soak in the beauty of the flowered bushes and fruitful trees that littered the land. Although you were no experienced traveler, having resided in the comforts of Lunadorf all your life, you fully believed that you could take care of yourself should you ever need to--a thought process that had led you away from the town and into the winding paths of the forest.

Unexpectedly (read as: completely expected), you had gotten lost...But you hadn't feared for the worst because you found a stream of water! Even the most rookie of adventurers knew that where there was water, there was civilization--there wasn't. You ended up wandering deeper into the forest for over an hour before Bryon found you. Still, you were not downcast about your exploration failure because you had found a swimming hole secluded behind a walls of trees and shrubbery. It was no surprise that you had gotten the idea to swim in it, more so when the tall figure of your romantic partner appeared from the shadows like a sign from Misarte herself.

So, instead of explaining yourself to Bryon, you had went to work on convincing him to join you for a swim. He declined, and in addition, he didn't allow you to go in either ("We don't know what lies beneath the surface" he reasoned blah blah blah). A truly heartbreaking turn of events, he would've looked stunning in the luminescent waters; But you didn't give up! While he may have shot down your attempts at swimming[hole sex], you still had him completely alone in the middle of the forest. There were too many possibilities, you simply needed to find the best plan of action!

"Bryon," you called out innocently, "I'm tired. Could we stay here for the night?"

Bryon, who had been waiting for you patiently a few feet away ready to make the trek back to Lunadorf, shook his head. "I don't believe it may be safe for us to do so. Not with so many hypofiends wandering around. Why don't I carry you on my back instead?"

"On your back?! Won't you get tired?!" You asked incredulously, sitting back up.

"I won't. Come on."

With that, he helped you climb onto his back and began the walk home. You smiled devilishly behind his fluffy hair, all was going according to plan. Now, with him focusing on holding you up and staying on path, you had unlimited power to do as you pleased...including touching his very soft, very sensitive ears. You waited a couple minutes to get him to lower his guard before you moved one arm from around his neck and pretended to sneeze into the inside of your shirt. If he had any suspicions of your sudden movement, he made no comment.

With one arm free, you quickly raised it up to his ear and lightly pinched the pointed tip of it between your fingers. Bryon tensed beneath you, saying: "My dear, behave yourself for me."

"I am behaving! I'm only keeping myself from boredom, is that so wrong?” You harrumphed in act, hiding your coy smile as you continued to slowly twirl his ear top in your fingers. Your other arm, that had so far been wrapped around his neck to hold you steady against his back, had slid down over his chest where your fingers began to trace random shapes into the fabric with enough pressure for him to feel it. “You’re ears are so soft.”

Bryon tightened his grip on you, his fingers digging into the skin of the underside of your thigh and you could feel his ear flicking in your hand. No response escaped him though and it spurred you on—what would it take for him to break, you wondered. Growing bolder, you took ahold of his ear, your hand fully wrapping around it and letting out a breathy laugh when Bryon hummed in agitation. You could feel the vibration of his chest with your hand that rested against it and squirmed in his hold.

It took you pressing your body further into his back and the press of fluttering kisses to the back of his neck that had Bryon abruptly stopping and letting go of your thighs. With a yelp, you began to drop to the ground, completely taken off guard by his actions--but Bryon didn't let you fall. Instead, with incredible speed, had somehow managed to turn himself to face you in the split second that you were [quite literally] hanging from his shoulders. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his front and with low voice, he said, "Perhaps I've been too lenient with you, dearest. I had thought letting you believe yourself to be coy would help relive you of your impish desires, but it appears I was mistaken. Shall I show you what it means to behave?"

You looked up at him in surprise. Dominant Bryon?! Holy shit that's new...

Without letting you gather your thoughts, Bryon lifted your chin up towards himself to press a deep and steady kiss to your lips. He walked you backwards, not once faltering, until you had bumped into a rough surface. Your heart began to race, the lack of air making you feel lightheaded which intensified all your sensations. You didn't know how much time had passed when Bryon finally released your lips, letting you catch your breath while he opted to trail his kisses further down the expanse of your neck. To keep you steady, he pressed one hand into your waist--pushing you against what you realized to be a boulder--and slotted his leg in between yours.

"Oh," you gasped when his thumb began to run circles into your hip and his mouth latching onto the spot at the base of your neck that made you particularly weak. It took the feeling of his teeth grazing the spot to bring back some awareness to your mind; You realized you had gone limp between his body and the boulder behind you. Unwilling to be put in place too easily, you moved to reposition back up around his neck--this time reaching up to toy with the edges of his blindfold.

"Don't," He suddenly said without even lifting his head, "I prefer listening to you."

You understood immediately. With his eyesight blocked out, his hearing ability only increased...an idea popped into your head; You went to work on silencing yourself, trying to dampen even the sounds of your pleased sighs. Bryon caught on immediately.

"You only dig yourself into a deeper hole, dearest. But if that's how you wish it to be, then so be it," he said before finally lifting his head to give you another deep kiss that was short-lived. When he pulled away, it was only so that he could lower himself down on his knees. You bit your lip at the sight of him before you, looking up at you still blindfolded, his strong hands trailing down the sides of your waist to hold your hips.

However, your admiring of him was interrupted when he pulled at the hem of your pants and letting them fall to your ankles, along with your undergarments. With ease he moved his hand under your right knee to move it over his shoulder, effectively pushing himself closer to your heat--so close that you could feel his speak against you.

"Is there anything you'd like to say before we begin?" He asked you.

"Bryon," you sighed, "you're making this sound like a homework assignment."

"Hm." Was all he said before flattening his tongue against you with pressure. Instinctively you raised a hand to cover you mouth in attempt to muffle yourself--you wouldn't give up on your silent game so easily! But, Dura above, did he make it so hard.

Just like with his words, his tongue was skilled and sharp in its movements. It lapped at your dripping hole as if in attempt to not spill a drop of your juices, and prodded at the most sensitive spot. The wet heat of it made you shiver, your free hand reaching to his hair to tangle your fingers into it. At some point he closed his lips around you to suck lightly which caused your hips to stutter against his hold.

Holding back your moans proved to be harder than you realized--in fact, it was near impossible to do especially when he removed one hand from your hip to gently rub against your opening. It was a stark contrast, his mouth sucking firmly but his fingers prodding you open gently. It almost made your knee buckle when he swiped his fingers to collect your juices, using it as a lubricant for his fingers so that he could thrust them into you.

At a particularly harsh suck, you pulled on his hair a little harder than you'd intended and, causing his ears to twitch and he detached his mouth from you to say, "Behave."

You whined at the loss of contact, your hips moving forward to chase the warmth of his mouth. "Okay," You told him breathlessly, "I'll behave. Please keep going."

And he did. He moved his mouth back to your heat with renewed interest, moving his fingers against the inside of your walls skillfully. Silent game forgotten, breathless moans fell from your lips in the form of his name. You felt the way his fingers curled inside you, overwhelmed by his tongue lapping against you and frustrated by the grip of his hand on your hip that prevented you from full on riding his face. The heat in your core began to grow and you tried to vocalize the occurrence but when he found the sweet spot inside you he rubbed against it full force. You let out a squeal at his ministrations, pulling at his hair to get him closer to which he emitted a groan and--oh Dura above, the vibration of it felt divine.

"Bryon--" You whimpered, feeling the peak of your pleasure near. He hummed, once again detaching his lips from your heat to look up at you with a satisfied smile.

"That's it, you're doing so well for me. Keep going," He said to you, his voice gravely and deeper than usual. His praise shot right through you, and mixed together with the sound of his voice [perhaps he was onto something when he said hearing was better?!], you felt the knot in your core tighten. You hazily opened your eyes, not having realized you closed them in the first place, and were met with the mesmerizing sight of Bryon's lightly flushed face underneath his blindfold, his lips glistening with your essence, and his hand moving between your legs as his fingers thrust inside you. It was all too much.

Bryon seemed to sense your impeding release and immediately went back to kissing your overly-sensitive heat. At that, you felt your orgasm wash over you strongly enough that you struggled to hold yourself up. You cried out Bryon's name, your hand in his hair pulling on it harshly while the other held onto his free shoulder for dear life. Bryon continued his ministrations even as you came all over his face, only slowly stopping after you had ridden out your high. By the time you were left panting in recovery, Bryon pulled his fingers back and gently moved your leg from his shoulder back down to the ground. When he stood up he had lifted his clean hand to caress your cheek, checking on you in your daze.

"Well done, my dear. It seems the vixen inside you has finally been satiated." He said to you gently, kissing your forehead before letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

"Shut up..." You mumbled against his shirt, genuine tiredness creeping up on you.

The two of you stayed like this for a few moments, Bryon thumbing the back or your neck comfortably whilst you simply soaked in his presence, until you realized a pressing matter--literally pressing. You pulled back slightly and looked down to confirm that there was indeed a bulge confined by the fabric of his clothes.

You looked up to find him already gazing at you and you smiled lazily. Without hesitation, you moved a hand down to grasp the length. "It turns out I may not be as satiated as I thought," you said lowly to him. You wasted no time in moving your hand slowly, squeezing occasionally to rile him up as much as possible.

"Why don't--" The sound of a birds call interrupted you, starling you. You paused your actions when Bryon sighed almost regretfully, pulling away entirely when a familiar blueish bird appeared overhead. Bryon lifted his arm for the bird to perch on and together the two of them seemed to converse with each other. You stood there, a little dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events and a little disappointed you were interrupted right at the good part.

"Mh, I see. Thank you," Bryon told the bird, letting her fly off back into the sky before facing you. "It seems Granny Dhanie is quite concerned over your absence. We should make our way back before she send all of Lunadorf after you."

"What?! Doesn't she know you're here with me?" You asked.

"It seems half a day was simply too long for her. Come on, darling, lets get you back to safety.

And with that, the two of you set off back on the path to the town. You pouted in discontent, but thought that it couldn't be as bad as he had it. Walking all the way back with a stiff member couldn't be comfortable...You supposed you would just have it make it up to him later at home then.

[winsdayink]

Let me preface this by saying I believe in the "Volo is a faller" theory and the "he's immortal cause he fucked around n found out w Giratina" theory to the point if I'm proven wrong no I'm not*shot*

With that said, meet Eichi Karashina, a 17yo boy from Hearthome City, Sinnoh. He was named after Lake Acuity; his younger sister Shinji (14) being named after Lake Verity. The two fully expected a third sibling at any minute to get the name of the remaining lake.

He's Shirona's (Cynthia) older cousin by 11 years and taught her a few things like playin the piano. He lived a normal comfortable life with its usual hardships like any other person until one day he disappeared.

His sister searched endlessly for him, traveling the world and becoming a feared trainer, strong unlike any other. She had no ambitions when it came to battling however, the strength she and her pokemon had was simply in service of getting obstacles out of the way during her search.

25 years later, in the middle of her search she just happened to look up at the screen televising Unova's PWT-

There he was. Hardly any older than the last time she saw him before he left the house. She quickly calls out her pkmn to fly to Unova but, well aware that it would still take her hours to arrive, she calls her cousin to go see for herself.

Cynthia quickly arrives to the dome from Undella Town, but rumor had spread that the contestant WAS Cynthia herself, and so she's hounded by reporters for explanations on the situation.

Hours pass and Volo quickly advances up the ranks of the PWT, but is bored by the apparent lack of skill of the trainers in the event.

Cynthia eventually caught up. Needless to say Volo drops out of the competition, finally giving other trainers a chance.

[kradeelav]

this is probably the singular post where i hope most to be wrong.

I hope I'm called alarmist, paranoid, and proven wrong - but privately, i am deeply concerned about pixiv's latest ToS change regarding kink work banned in the US/UK.

It's not *specifically* about pixiv or this *specific* TOS change. This is not about how easy it is to change region-lock or use a VPN. (There's always going to be higher-friction ways around.)

It's a strong bellwether for how jittery international companies feel about legal (if theoretically tasteless*) visual art in the US. Particularly kink work.

Personally?

I fully expect itch.io to have to ditch NSFW or fold within two years. I fully expect depiction of certian taboo kink art to be semi-illegal (whether in select states or de-facto illegal within five years; lolisho being the first one on the line as always).

I fully expect most major internet hosting services to start running similar kink detection software to tumblr, to deter the workaround of an indvidual site as hosting it. Much like the wild west internet where you used to find extremely graphic content, I am seeing kink art slowly being neutered from the "mainstream" sites to formerly "safe" sites to the infrastructure of the internet itself.

There's some changes to my site and shop I'm making some increased haste with in hopes of hardening and beating this like I did with the social media implosion a few years ago. If you haven't already mass-saved kink work from your favorite creatives, or ordered that r18 doujin, I would suggest you do it soonest.

This is the kind of post I'd post on my private journal, not here, because I'm flatly uninterested in getting into semantics debates. The sole reason I'm posting this here is as another gentle but insistent nudge to set up your own backup infrastructure, if you are a kink creative too.

I hope I'm proven wrong.

But personally I am treating this as a very critical canary in the coal mine.

* I use the word tasteless deliberately to remove the "moral" (and legal) aspect of the intent and to hammer home the subjective quality of judging and creating visual art. What could be tasteful to one person is tasteless to another is tasteful again (and perhaps both at the same time) and that's one of the many beauties of humanity.

[inbarfink]

If there will be a season 2 of Fionna and Cake, I wish they show us some resolution between for Finn and Marcy in their friendship with Simon. Especially for Finn, as he is resorting to go from adventure to adventure to avoid thinking about Jake’s death and his feelings about it, that mirrors in some way Simon’s struggles to move on from Betty that resulted in trying to bring her back with the Golb ritual. Maybe by using the same approach Fionna did with Simon, asking about his best moments with Betty, Simon might help Finn to start processing Jake’s death better.

Hmmmm.... okay, while I would like more Simon and Marcy and Simon and Finn content (and I do find it very curious that we didn't get to see them in Simon's Happy Ending Montage. Just Astrid, TV and Dirt Beer Guy), I dunno if would get my hopes up for something like that, cause:

The series is called "Fionna and Cake". So I'm kinda wondering if Simon's inclusion as a main character isn't meant to be just, like, a one-season thing. And the upcoming Seasons will either focus more exclusively on the Fionnaworld Cast or will focus on them teaming up with a different Mainworld Character. Like, either way I'd expect to see some Simon content in there (cause he and Fionna have developed a bond and he's her one contact point with Mainworld Ooo at this point) - but I'm not going to expect him to be as central as he was in this season.

With Finn in specific, it's important to remember that we've seen Finn's future in "Together Again". And that special established that... he never quite learned process his grief about Jake while in life. So while there's still some wiggle-room to show Finn dealing with it better, but not so much that it contradicts "Together Again" - you would need to be careful as to not to step on that Special's metaphorical toes.

Now, I am fully-ready to be proven wrong on this. We don't even know if there's even going to BE a 'season 2' so I'm very hesitant to make predictions. The main reason why I think I could be wrong is... well, like I said at the start, it is a very odd decision to not show Simon hanging out with Finn and/or Marceline during his Happy Times Doing Better Montage. Like, on some level, there might be the thematic undercurrent of "it's good for Simon's mental health if he widens his social-circle to people who haven't known him when he was Ice King"

but considering how important Finn and Marcy are to him and how much they care about him - it still feels SO weird we've gotten no real specific closure for them in this series/season.

But I still just... don't know how much Simon content to expect in a hypothetical F&C Season 2 and I want to be careful with my expectations.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Y'all I'm - I'm so tired y'all

I get this often. It's understandable. I've said a lot in the past of how I believe no canonical age that can be proven - the same way there's hundreds of characters who's sexuality or nationality can't be proven.

But the problem is people saying things likes this and feeling no need whatsoever to back themselves up.

Hobie Has No Age, Stop Giving No Evidence.

[a SHORT RANT about the lack of evidence and sourcing within fandom - and the Hobie age discussion]

I genuinely believe you can headcanon him at any reasonable age (as in not 42 or 12 or something).

The problem with this is saying something like this as if it's definitive fact then making no attempt to back up your argument isn't helpful, okay, or appropriate.

In any context.

And it happens everywhere in fandom. All the time.

By saying things like this, or even stating objective facts about the world without backing yourself up with evidence, means you expect others to take you at face value with no additional questioning.

Which you should never encourage others to do. Which no one should ever do.

Once again, I believe you can headcanon Hobie at any age. I genuinely do not care.

I think he's 19-20.

I have evidence for why I think this.

Does this evidence mean I am 100% correct on his age and that I have the right to tell people otherwise?

No. Because it hasn't been confirmed.

But if you're going to tell me my stance is wrong, you have to be ready to engage with every single one of my evidence points so I can understand why it's wrong. You will have to present you own evidence, and defend it.

So often people will say an assertion objectively like this - and then immediately expect the other person to defend themselves.

Even though they haven't even defended their argument to begin with.

You don't walk up to someone and ask their name before you say yours.

You don't walk up to someone and demand their argument/rebuttal or submission to your opinion, without even stating the entirety of the opinion first.

This is something that is so common in this specific conversation - but it goes WAY outside if the realm of the ATSV fandom or even fandom in general.

If you state fact, an opinion, a rebuttal, a criticism, what have you - please back yourself up.

And I mean with screenshots and dialogue and gifs if you gotta.

In all subjects. All topics of all degrees.

I don't think Hobie has a canonical age.

I do think Hobie is around 19-20, in my interpretation. I have evidence that makes be confident and sound in my decision to write him as such.

And I think everyone holds the individual right to make such an interpretation for themselves.

But if you wish to engage someone else on how they interpret Hobie - engage them fully. Back yourself up.

Do not expect them to reply apologizing to you - because let's be honest. I feel like that's what y'all want and expect.

That when you say a one line statement like it's objective fact with no follow up, the expectation is for the other person to be like

'Sorry, I didn't know! I'll edit/take the post down now :) thanks for telling me'

Because really, what other answer can you give? Just saying 'Hobie is a minor' and nothing more leaves only two options: accept what they're saying as fact or defend yourself on why you think he isn't.

Y'all genuinely do not expect to be questioned.

ABSOLUTELY NOT - You better speak into the mic!!

Come with screenshots and script lines. And if you can't - Then it isn't true. And it isn't definite.

I will almost never accept something on face value without getting at least some form evidence from a reputable source. And I say almost because we all fuck up, but ideally I' m striving for never.

I've already stated in the past why I think this conversation is absolutely fruitless.

But if you want to engage in it regardless - or engage in any fandom discourse - Engage with it fully.

If you're going to engage me, engage with me fully. I'm completely open to talking about it and looking over any evidence you have.

But saying things like

- Well I know young people who look like him-

- I know young people who act like him-

- People are making him look older-

- He most likely has a fake ID-

None of that is evidence.

All of that is pure speculation. And there is a stark difference between justification and evidence.

If your justification isn't coming from the source material - the script, movie, or writers - it isn't evidence or proof.

You can use that justification to root your own interpretation - but once you make the assertion that he definitively is or isn't (which can't be proven) - at the very least, the burden is on you to provide evidence that is sufficient.

Doing stuff like this is so unhelpful.

Multiple times have I seen people ask how old Hobie is and someone will reply '17🥰' and the other person will be like 'okay thanks!!'

And I'm like '????????'

So that's it huh ... yous just... not gonna ask no follow up questions? we done here?

And the chain reaction just continues.

Not I, Not I! I'd rather die - for in these streets, you niggas lie.

Hobie has no canonical age or sexuality or heritage. He doesn't have a canonical middle name either.

Yet, people desperately try to make a definitive assertion on only one of those things - for the benefit of nothing but their own shipping -

And then they don't provide evidence.

Always ask for evidence.

In person too. I will speak from experience people get offended when you ask them "Where'd you hear that," or "Can I have a source, please? Text me a link." or "What's your proof?"

They take it as a question of authority or a lack of trust.

And maybe it is. Doesn't matter and I don't care. Questioning authority and not going off blind trust is good, I thought that's what we were told to do.

I find this so ironic to talk about right now - because just yesterday @layz-chipz (they're great check them out) was talking about potentially making a video essay about the Hobie age discourse, the futility of it and the fragility of the arguments.

And I can say it's a video that's sorely needed (no pressure though!) and a conversation that has unnecessarily dominated the community and conversation for way too goddamn long.

It needs to be - in the words of Hobie Brown - SQUASHED.

and to reiterate and make it clear - My issue it's not with people who think he's underage or a minor. Or people who do so without evidence.

My issue it's people asserting something, and then not supporting it directly after said assertion.

Hobie wouldn't like that. Hobie would want you to cite your sources. Or mind your business. Oh and-

IMO Hobie as of right now has no canonical age.

And if you read this far I love you

Anyway here's a really high res photo of Hobie and a meme i have no other place to use 😭😭

[mysticalgardensandwich]

FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI!!

Promt: you (m/n) get home from school and because price adopted you when you get home it's at the base. One day school was just not it for you so you came home pissed and the team comforts you

M/n pov

I was about ready to generally kill someone, people and teachers all day have been yelling at me and looking at me weird, I have no fucking idea why but they are and it's annoying. I sit down on my bus not wanting anyone from the team pick me up today "hey you!" I sigh and turn to the group of people behind me "what" I don't want to talk to anymore people than I already have to so finding out what these people want will hopefully make them the last people I need to speak to. "Is it true that you got adopted by a military team?" Confused I nodded "yeah the captain was allowed to legally adopt me" they all started to giggle and laugh, rolling my eyes I turned back around and watched as the bus drove by place by place "are you sure they won't use you as an experiment, stupid lab rat, how did they even find you" I stayed quite and looking at them at all. It was finally my stop about a few minutes away from the actual base "go have fun doing tests LAB RAT!" I started walking kicking a rock as I don't not bothered to look up at all.

When I get to base the first person to greet me like normal is Ghost, or as I call him Si because well, we are close, duh wtf, anyways. I look and ghost and I think he can tell im not in a good mood, this was proven even more as I bumped into him not bothered to even apologize or help him up because he didn't expect it from me he ended up falling. I was walking to my room any recruits that was by me moved out the way.

Ghost pov

I didn't expect to be pushed into the ground today but I guess I should have been because m/n just stormed off "what's wrong with the lad?" I dusted my pants and turned back to soap who had asked the question "I don't know. Definitely something with school though" suddenly a newer recruit came up to us in a slight panic "Is l/n ok?? He's crying in his room and-" (btw l/n means last name if you didnt know💀) I felt worry bubble up inside worried for what he might have done to himself by now or what had happened while at school

Nobody pov

"we will go check on him" Soap and Ghost both shared a look before they went to go get Gaz and Price to check up on you, they all got to your room to hear you break something that sounded like glass so price's fatherly instincts kicked in and he opened the door and went to make sure you are ok but when he got close and you backed away teary eyed it made him pause "it's ok, can I make sure you didn't hurt yourself?" You shook your head and grabbed the closest item to you which was a a hard cover book "don't get close. Get out. Leave me alone." The hurt look in all of their eyes was unreal, price shook his head "we cant leave you alone. Your throwing stuff and you might get seriously hurt" you started to cry even more "m/n please. We can help with whatever feelings you might have right now" you continued to not let them near you.

"JUST GET OUT. I'M NOT YOUR LAB RAT. GET. OUT. I WON'T LET YOU NEAR ME, YOUR JUST GOING TO USE ME FOR EXPERIMENTING" you threw the book and started to scream at them all to get out. So they listened for once and stepped out the room in shock by what you had said "does he..... Does he think we are using him as an experiment.... Oh god.... What did-" they all sat outside your room listening to you cry and mumble stuff they couldn't make out into sentences, finally your door slowly started to open a bit and there was a hushed whisper "um...hey pa...can you... Can um... Help me... I cut my hand on the pot I broke....if you don't that's fine it's just.... It hur-" price instantly opened his pocket and came towards your door "of course I'll help you buddy, that's what I'm here for isn't it? To help people. Especially my son" slowly the door fully opened and you showed price the cut on the palm of your hand and he took the bandages along with some alcohol wipes "it's going to burn" he then started to clean it while you sucked in a breath from the pain "and there we go. It should be good in a few days maybe a week or so" you nodded and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry.. For.. My lash out... If you want to make me clean around the base or help clean up after practice and stuff I will....i'd understand if you even wanted to ma-" there was a little bit of laughter and you look at them confused "you did nothing wrong and I won't make you clean up anywhere. Other than your room. But you were simply trying to deal with emotions which is difficult when you are young. We weren't and aren't mad at all. We were just worried about you" he opened his arms and you hugged him tightly tears spilling over again

(Time skip to dinner time)

You were allowed to have your phone out during dinner sometimes and because of what had happened a few hours ago they let you have it out while eating, you were clearly texting a very long and thought out text to whom the team had no idea who "not to introduce bud but who are you texting? That's a long time you've been texting and you haven't stopped" you stopped and looked up confused "oh my friend who lives in Florida" (idk my bff lives there so I'm baseing it off of that 😭😭 btw I have no idea if the base is in the US or in the UK bc yk.....ghost price and gaz and British.. So.... Don't murder me😭) they all were happy you have someone other than them to talk to but they were also confused on what was so important or interesting to type that long "aboutttt.... What exactly..." You looked at your phone typeing a few things before pressing send then turning your phone towards them Ghost taking it carefully "it's long so while you read that I'mma finish eating" they all nodded and surrounded Ghost to read the conversation

(Blue crayon eater is your bff btw and u/n is your username)

🌈blue crayon eater🌈: hey how have you been?

U/n: not that good to be honest, eating dinner rn but they let me have my phone so here I am

🌈Blue crayon eater🌈: you wanna vent to me about it?

U/n: as long as it's ok with you then yeah that would be nice

🌈Blue crayon eater🌈: ofc you can talk to me, send as long of a text as your want and I'll still read it

U/n: thanks dude, give me a bit I'm going to type a bunch now 💀

🌈blue crayon eater🌈: ok 👍

U/n: so today on the bus a group of kids asked me if it was true that I was adopted by Price and the team and when I told them that I was they all laughed and called me a lab rat and it hate me feel fucking terrible but I also know that they don't know about how my parents literally left me in the middle of a building that they knew damn well was going to be attacked and that if it wasn't for Soap finding me while making sure all enemy's were gone and taking me out of that shit hole before it got blown up. To make matters even worse this practically destroyed my confidence to ask the team and Laswell If they would even show for bring a hero to lunch but now I feel like they are to busy or wouldn't care to show up for me, I just wish that kids werent such shit and that the team isn't mad at me for getting angry

🌈Blues crayon eater🌈: Maybe talk to them about it? I'm sure that they would make sure that they can show up for it, they love you and if they didn't love you then they wouldn't have saved you or comforted you when they broke down today

You were looking at you food not bothering to look up at the team scared of what they would say "I can ask Laswell if we are free tomorrow, we should be because from what I remember we have nothing going on" you nodded still not looking up "and we were never mad at you, also if would would like we can talk to the school about those kids" you smiled and nodded looking up at them now "thank you guys, I love you so much" you got your phone back and said thanks to you friend then told them you were going to finish eating.

(Time skip to the lunch thingy)

You were in your science class when the teacher got a call and obviously had to pick up the phone, what confused you was when it was the office calling you down so you get a pass leave your stuff and start walking to the office to see what they need from you or who's here for you. What you didn't expect was the team (still in gear and looking absolutely terrifying) and Laswell "what are you guys doing here? Don't you have work or something of the sorts?" Laswell shook her head "nope, I cleared our schedule for today and now we're are going to be here for lunch with you and we told the office about the kids and they said it's fine for us to be in the back of classes to make sure nobody trys anything" you smiled and hugged her "thank you so much"

When it came time for lunch the team had brought you your favorite food so you all sat at your normal lunch table ignoreing all the looks and the people talking "did you all purposely show up in gear or??" They all smiled and shook their heads "laswell honestly just told us to get into the car and that we are going to be at your school" you laugh and continue to eat. Everyone decided it would be nice to go outside and walk around chatting and enjoying the company, this was until the same kids that had called you a lab rat had seen you with the team and walked up to you all laughing making to uncomfortable and your mood change which the team took notice of instantly "hey m/n are these the people you mentioned?" You nod slightly "nice to meet you I'm a friend of his" you feel Simon get closer to you by the look on the groups faces "wow you mask is so cool! Why do you wear it? Insecu-" "you shouldn't ask that...its private and personal information you-" you were cut off by a slap to the face "nobody was talking to you Faggot" (I'M GAY I CAN SAY THIS BTW DON'T GET MAD!!) your eyes went wide as you felt the burning hot flesh, suddenly you we pulled back and behind the team laswell making sure you were ok "don't you ever, and I mean EVER lay a single finger on my son" you had tears in your eyes and your legs felt weak making you fall to the ground laswell making sure you didn't fall to hard "hey, hey, m/n are you alright?" You saw one of the teachers start to walk over to you and price looked at her "what happened here?" Prince looked at the kid and then back at the teacher "this kid hit my son and called him a slur in a hurtful way, this kid and his friend group has also called my son a lab rat just because he was adopted by a military team" the teacher yelled at the kid and their group making them go to the principles office.

Meanwhile laswell was still trying to calm you down, the team turned and saw your current state and all went to comfort you "hey hey, m/n, breathe, take deep breaths" Price started to do breathing exercises while everyone else whispered quite encouraging words.

I GAVE UP AT THE END I RAN OUTTA IDEAS 😭🙏🙏. I ALSO DIDN'T EXPECT THIS TO BE THIS LONG BRUH. anways-

[somepoetwannabe]

You don't have to answer, but I'm just curious:

What, to you, makes DID/OSDD more "proven" then non-disordered systemhood? That seems to be the point you keep coming back to.

Because OSDD/DID weren't always medically recognized. Does that mean before they were medically recognized, plurality itself wasn't real?

You INHERENTLY can't "prove" a subjective experience, and to apply that logic to anything psychological in nature is to ignore the limitations of psychology as a science, which is itself anti-scientific.

I don't have dyslexia. If I suddenly declared that dyslexia isn't real because I don't have it and nobody can objectively 100% without a shadow of a doubt prove to me that it is, regardless of how much supportive evidence there is, I'd still be wrong.

I will never experience the same experiences as a dyslexic person. Doesn't mean I can't acknowledge that the patterns in the wider human population heavily suggest that it's a neurodivergency that exists, because hey, there are all of these people with dyslexia symptoms!

Similarly, there are all of these people claiming to have symptoms of plural experiences without trauma. Not my experience, but ignoring it would be stupid.

And the idea that it must not be "real plurality," but that it could be something else is... I hate to say it, but that's ableist. "Ableist" in this case being used as a word for prejudice against neurodivergent people, yes including those whose neurodivergency may not be a disability in a vacuum but very much is within a societal context, such as endogenic systems.

(^ I could write a lot more on this point in particular, of why the word "ableism" actually is applicable in this situation, but that's ultimately not the point of this ask.)

First off using people with psychosis as your argumentative scapegoat just alienates psychotic systems, and yes, those two things don't cancel out. Even if it was psychosis that doesn't rule out systemhood as a possibility, and the possible interactions between psychosis and plurality definitely aren't studied enough to make that claim.

Also you're inherently promoting the idea that neurodivergent people should not be trusted to speak on their own experiences, which is ableism. I don't think there's any room to argue on that fact.

Especially given that plurality as a subject is extraordinarily under-researched. Even OSDD/DID are far from fully understood.

- A (traumagenic!) system member with a passion for psychology who doesn't really appreciate how y'all have presented psychology as a field.

(Sorry if I come off as rude, I speak rather bluntly but I'm not trying to offend. I am genuinely trying to engage in productive conversation. /Gen)

DID/OSDD is medically recognized, with an accepted theory of how it is formed and a known way/ways to treat it. That is what I regard as “proof” so to speak. You are right, DID/OSDD were not always medically recognized, and I would not claim they were not real prior to medical recognition. However, I do not claim endogenics are completely impossible or definitely do not exist, nor do I refuse to treat them with empathy and respect. I simply offer alternative explanations for endogenic experiences, and possibilities more medically supported than the idea of them being systems. Because of this, I am not entirely sure what your point is here. Just because something might be possible doesn’t mean I should immediately believe it. What I am saying is, without substantial evidence, I have no reason to believe in the idea of endogenic systems being possible. You cannot expect me to trust claims, and I hope you can acknowledge why I may not. Especially online. The idea you cannot prove a subjective experience is…interesting. I am no expert on matters of psychology – I have no qualifications and am simply a high school student with an interest in it – so I am not qualified to speak on that. However, I am yet to see psychology support the idea of endogenic systems. I am also unsure what you mean by “anti-science”. Again, I do not actively claim endogenics are not real, as there is as little evidence to support that as there is to support that they are real. It is not that nobody can 100% prove to me it is, but rather nobody can prove to me at all (as far as I have seen). “Regardless of how much supportive evidence there is"…there is no (or at least none I have been exposed to) evidence for endogenics, but please feel free to give resources if you have any. I am open to be proven wrong. “I will never experience the same experiences as a dyslexic person. Doesn't mean I can't acknowledge that the patterns in the wider human population heavily suggest that it's a neurodivergency that exists, because hey, there are all of these people with dyslexia symptoms!” People lie. That is a reality of life. There is proof of dyslexia [neurobiology supports the idea of dyslexia and there is an understanding of how it occurs in people, though not what causes it] and they are medically recognized. I do not ignore endogenic experiences, as that would be irrational. I would be screaming into a void and arguing against a blank wall. Listening to endogenics is something I must do to come to a reasonable conclusion on whether I believe there is a possibility it is possible to be endogenic. I’d need you to elaborate on the ableist point. I’m not quite sure how it is ableist to propose that there may be other explanations for endogenic experiences. For me, this would only apply if endogenics were supported by psychology and had a suitable theory on how they occur but I was simply choosing to ignore the already fitting explanation. That is not what I am doing. I am not claiming to know other people's experiences better than they do, I am not saying for a definite I know what causes endogenics to experience something akin to plurality. Also, you cannot be ableist to someone who is not disabled. You may say or do things that stem from ableist belief systems, but you cannot be ableist to an abled person. I don’t understand what you mean by “may not be a disability in a vacuum but very much is within a societal context”, you are either disabled or you are not. While someone’s disability may not affect them every second, even when their disability is not affecting them disabled people are disabled nonetheless. Please do feel free to elaborate on these points. (1/2)

[henrysglock]

Long Summary Post About The Funko-Fuckery Surrounding Henry/001

So, because I'm a little freak who's weird about funko pops now (evidently)...does anyone else see what's wrong with this picture?

How about now?

I love spot the difference games.

Belt, no visible keycard, and his shirt fully closed (undershirt not visible)...as opposed to no belt (unless it's visible from the back), visible keycard, and his shirt is undone (undershirt is visible).

We do have this Henward with a visible keycard, but he's still got a belt, his hands are wrong, and his shirt is still fully closed.

The only times we see Henward with his shirt undone are after Soteria has been removed:

Which means this funko, though oddly bloodless, is canon compliant:

However...no keycard, and like I said, post-Soteria scene. The other funko is based directly on a pre-Soteria scene pose, thus it should be buttoned up.

So this? This isn't a thing that should exist, based on canon:

They've clearly shown that they can be highly accurate in hand poses:

Meaning this new funko is definitely based off that first-iteration/keycard-not-visible/shirt-fully-buttoned Henward. Technically, the keycard should not be visible, and the shirt should be fully closed.

They've also proven they can be accurate with outfit shapes (even if certain other details are suspiciously absent):

Meaning they should be able to replicate at least the fully-buttoned collar on a pre-Soteria scene Henward.

And regarding the blood, they've proven they can properly do blood on ST Funkos, specifically for this exact sequence:

It's not a perfect replica (I don't expect it to be, it's a toy), but at least it's present.

Thus, this should not exist either:

There should be some kind of blood on him.

This all just leads me back to whatever's going on here:

No blood on him, shirt open.

This aligns with both of these outfits, even if the pose and keycard on the first one doesn't actually match the BTS pictures:

Mind you, these two funkos ^ are also named differently.

Every day my certainty that we have two completely different guys increases. I need answers!

Anyway, on top of that, all this directly plays into the extra-keycard conundrum.

(i.e. If the Henward at the chess set gave El (who has her powers available to her) his keycard so she could get down to the basement...then how did he, with no powers, get down to the basement before El without his keycard?)

Now it could absolutely be chalked up to stylizing, but it strikes me as off that one post-Soteria scene outfit Henward his a keycard...while the other does not.

This also plays into the "why is there so much blood?" question. Is Henward supposed to have blood on him at all? Or are these blood patterns doctored in? Are they remnants of a different event, perhaps the 1983 demogorgon incident? What's going on here?