#im having fun making Objects instead of just Blankets

[pebblethief]

i made myself a little bag to keep my knitting in ^^

[nbmudkip]

does it have to be comissions?

- EmpError

- blessing

- infinitely gray

- sekai-chan and kafu-chan's errand

- spinal fluid explosion girl

- children record

- the entire concept of sbibo

- kimiagure mercy

- haikei doppelganger

oh my god the LIST. ok here goes

1. emperror

i did ex, for any songs with no difficulty mentioned i’ll probably default to mas unless the mas is 33+ in which case i’ll just pick whichever i feel like atm. this ex chart is rly solid imo i have fun with it. its my fave ex chart of the three tho dftm is close. the faster bits in this one keep me on my toes and i almost fucked a solid few of them up hence the greats. 6/10 fond memories

2. blessing

why did you do this. why did you make me play this. you know how i feel about this song and this chart already. i messed up because i was thinking too hard about how angry i was at you for making me play this fucking song. hitting you with sticks. 0/10 it sucked

3. infinitely grey

wow another stinker. listen i have a bit of positive bias towards this one since it was one of my first lv30 aps but yeah it’s not great. so repetitive and of such an annoying note pattern too. she gets a 3/10 for nostalgia for the good ol days and nothing else

4. sekai-chan and kafu-chan’s errand

u rly had to pick one of my weakest lv32s…..the chart is a blast tho i wont lie. am i good at it? no. but holy shit is it fun. tappytappytappy brain good. i love the fast flicks in every chorus altho the end of the final chorus is the bane of my existence. 7.5/10 delicious adrenaline rush

5. spinal fluid explosion girl

another of my much weaker 32s. please disregard the greats i shifted to resting my ipad on a blanket bc sitting cross legged was hurting my legs rly bad and i think its fucking up my mental offset. anyway the chart is a blast altho it can be a liiiiiittle irritating at certain parts. still the flicks are so fun esp the ones in the middle with the squiggle holds, and while the runs can be a bit annoying they’re also very rewarding to get right. 7/10 fun but a touch enraging

6. children record

i have been fc-1 on this song for literally two and a half years and that did not change tonight. SAD! fortunately the chart fucks hard and its hard to gamer rage when i’m having that much fun. 8.5/10 wheeee weeeee whweeeeeee ahahhaahah weee

7. the entire concept of sbibo

??? not a chart that is a whole little dude. um if she was a chart i have to assume itd be pretty banger and high energy. not sure what you wanted me to do here so i added some outfits instead. sbib/10

8. kimagure mercy

???? New mas ap hello????!? ERM. well im very pleased. anyway this chart FUCKS. this chart literally fucks so hard its not even funny. its insane. its so fun. makes you feel like GOD when you play it well which i am experiencing right now as we speak. im very happy rn if you cant tell ive been stuck on ap-1 on this chart for months. anyway chart good brain slush overall 9/10 i love you weird flick patterns

9. haikei doppelganger

THIS CHARTTTTTTT. GUHHHHHHHH u already know how much i love this chart it is SO!!!! FUN!!!!!!!! they space out the mid-speed runs and the superfast runs and the rhythmic pauses with each other so well and it’s just a breath of fresh air to play. one of the best charts in the game objectively and one of my favorites as well. fcing this for the first time can cheer one up from anything nd believe me i have firsthand experience with that. 10/10 this chart FUCKS!!!!!!!!!!

and thus concludes your 8 mile long ask meme response hope you enjoyed

[squidsandthings]

do you want to participate in a lovely questionnaire created by the pixieinanotheruniverse???!!?!? of course you do!!!

please answer thoughtfully and honestly, or don't. yes/no and simple answers will suffice, elaboration optional but encouraged. have funnn :))))

do you think four rats in a trench coat could do a convincing impression of you?

2. is water wet? (wrong answers only)

3. on a scale of 1 to 10, how skilled are you at building blanket forts?

4. hypothetically, do you think your soul would taste good if it were to be eaten... hypothetically?

5. how many chromosomes does the average human have?

6. if you were to face off against a gaggle of no less than 27 geese in gladiatorial combat with only the use of the objects within arms reach of your current position, would you win?

i will be taking no questions or calls for clarification! thank you for your time <3 🧚‍♀️✨✨

I think they could? It'd depend on the situation. They'd probably be as competent as I am at basic tasks (I am incredibly uncoordinated) but idk if they could play an instrument. So maybe like a 6/10 impression?

it's sticky (the correct answer)

solid 5. I need more practive

my soul tastes like overactivated rainbow slime, something which i have eaten before, and I thought tasted kinda mid, but make you're own judgements

explanation under the cut :D

I would join the geese and we'd defeat the system

OKOK SO-

In the average (non-gamete/somatic) human cell nucleus most of the time there's no chromosomes. Chromosomes only form during mitosis (ie: cell division) and most of the time somatic cells are interphase (so not dividing). When the somatic cell's genetic material condenses into chromosomes there's 46 individual chromosomes which form into 22 pairs and the 23rd pair being the sex chromosomes (the iconic XX or XY (or whatever other combination a person may have)). This is the case in all non-gametes (sex cells). Gametes are special little cells becuase they don't need no mitosis, they do a fun process called meiosis, two processes which are spelled and pronounced similarly just to have ap biology students mix them up (I am joking). so gametes, through meiosis have HALF the number of chromosomes. Instead of 46 chromosomes which form 23 PAIRS gametes have 23 INDIVIDUAL chromosomes. You might ask: why tho? Well when a sperm and egg meet (both are gametes) if they both had 46 chromosomes the resulting zygote would have 92 individual chromosomes and 46 pairs, gametes have half the amount so zygotes are formed with the correct amount of genetic material. Of course this is like the platonic ideal of how it should work and there's alot more i could go into (i think I could talk about cell reproduction all day) but I'll cut myself off the average somatic cell (every body cell that isnt a gamete) can for 46 chromosomes which pair into 23 pairs

the average gamete has half that amount

(I am not an expert please dont kill me if im wrong)

is that enough? should I talk about this more? can i talk about this more? Would you like me to talk about meiosis for an hour? Can I go home yet?

[timeneverstops]

May I ask for a moldy/reader where reader gets taken to the plane instead of moldy? What would happen (ps the reader and moldy are already dating) humanized or objects you may ignore if ya like!

Sorry for not answering your request immediately, but thank you for specifying what you wanted in a separate request!

(In this they're humanized, I'm just calling her mold mold still since I wouldnt know what else to call it.)

Have fun!

-

Charlotte was beginning to make dinner while you watched whatever was on the television silently.

"Charlotte?"

You asked turning around to look at her, She turned her head to you and stopped cutting up the vegetables, as a signal to continue your question.

You sighed and looked down slightly, pausing whatever was on the television.

"I'm worried for you, You really should've used your friends money for your mold treatment and not all of.. this.. They're just trying to help"

-

"It's fine (Y/N), I know how to money manage come on now, it's not like im 5 years old again"

Her tone got a slight bit aggravated, you know you shouldn't continue on so you didnt.

"I understand."

You replied

Charlotte thought to herself quietly, knowing how much you cared about her she didnt like being in the wrong or admitting she was wrong, but she knew she should've gotten that treatment. You're both slightly struggling with money so it was understandable you couldnt just buy it for her.

As she set the dinner in the oven she sat beside you, putting a blanket around you both.

"Whatcha watching?"

"Just some movie"

You replied snuggling yourself against her as her breathing began to slow down to a "normal" pace, you felt at ease when you knew her just being around you calmed her down almost immediately. She was quite pent up already from previous things.

"Love you"

"Love you too."

She replied as the oven dinged, the food was done.

"I should get that, Go sit at the table"

You loved her cooking, not even a 5* restaurant could manage to cook as well as her.

She set the plates down in each of your spots kissing you, you were going to kiss back as you both closed your eyes.

Pop!

You were gone.

Charlotte opened her eyes and stumbled back confused

"Y/N?.."

Just the plain silence, you were right there! Yet now you're gone. She could feel the pent up anger and sadness build up inside her again.

It wasnt fair.

-

funny!!! wowzer depending how long you were at the plane she probably died from her mold uh oh!1!1!1!1!!1 I probably just killed the whole mood from that anyways hope you enjoyed reading <3

[isaacathom]

i had an (unintentional) week off from my ttrpgs, so i havent been like. deep in the space of my ocs. but i am doing my little red string connections between them and going man. i love the variety of their moral vibes and how "good" they are.

like, naielle wants to be a good person, and do good. And she's so intent on that goal, and so sure of what being good means (even if she couldnt define it for you) that she's extremely critical of whether her actions measure up. In her measure, she doesn't, because she focuses on her failures. And like, yeah. She has a streak of being almost maliciously petty re: what she perceives as a significant betrayal, and her circumstances make her have to sort of "stoop" to the level of the fuckers she deals with. but she cannot recognise her kindness and the care she shows for the people around her. Like... she's friends with the most other pcs, and I know that she's one of the people that the Commodore trusts a LOT, and that she has earned it. she doesn't! she won't! she's great!

There's nothing interesting to say about Zimri, except that they're basically like... a lot more blase about ends justifying means. despite that, they've probably done Less Fucked Up Stuff than naielle has??? which is very funny. Zimri's not consumed with a desire to be good, only to do right - solving problems they have the power or obligation to deal with (ie one they created). So the whole business with ~the fucker~ is an obligation, with some side objectives, and it might be Good, but. yknow. im fixing something. good arises from a solver problem.

Florian is where the contrast is fun. Because Florian thinks he's a bad person. He's been painted as something like a brute his whole life, his primary skill is simply Hitting Shit Hard, he's not the kind of son his family would want, whatever. He's not worth it. He's good at his one thing, and maybe he can do good using that skillset, but he's just trying to survive. And he's wrong!!! He's a good person! He's fiercely protective of his friends and of people he views as innocent (especially children). He presents himself as motivated by practical concerns, but he regularly intervenes for other reasons. Like, he fucking volunteered the group to fight two fucking cyclopses, because they'd been terrorising a town. my guy.

the sort of vibe of the contrast between him and naielle, particularly, is that the one most concerned with doing good is the one struggling most with it, both because she simply has access to Too Much Fucked Shit, and because she really can never live up to her idea of what a good person is. Her journey is doomed to fail in that way, because it won't ever be enough. And Florian, who outwardly claims to not give a fuck, and certainly has no qualms with getting his hands dirty and fucking up people, has such a strong moral centre that he's basically immune to giving a shit about it, and is doing GREAT. if he fucking. reflected on himself for a second, instead of offhandedly rejecting any compliment or statement about his leadership made by the party, he'd KNOW that. but he told himself he wouldn't care YEARS ago. and that's been surprisingly liberating for him.

Similar to Zimri, I guess? When an overly critical concern over 'goodness' is ignored in favour of Getting Shit Done, it lets him. yknow. actually do more good? i guess? as a character. i am not making blanket statements about morality.

its just a funny comparison! naielle cares so much and she'll never win, and that traps her in disappointment. florian cares so much and knows he'll never win, and that enables him to just do his best.

its so good. i love these dipshits

[r0-boat]

Alpha Emmet begging his in heat omega ‘just the tip!’ Only to blow their back out?

Ooh! Do guys sure do love 'just the tip'~

Alpha! Emmet just the tip

CW:dubcon??

Smut below

Your Alpha whimpering burying his face in the sheets and pillows of your nest the scent of your heat going straight this cock. Even though he's rut long passed the smell of your heat still affected him.

It took everything out of you not to pounce on your Alpha, finally give him what he wants instead of watching him squirm just a little bit, rubbing his hot bulge against your leg, begging and pleading for you to let him fuck you.

"Please? Pleaaaase omega, I will be so gentle for you please please I'll make you feel so good."

Emmet has never felt so jealous of his Subway Uniform, held tightly in your arms....

Your naked body clinging to it. How could you want the object if the real thing was right there, the owner of the jacket that his mate was rubbing, nuzzling, and purring against?

His palms grip the blankets of your nest, practically growling, staring daggers at the piece of clothing.

He's jealous of his own clothing? ' cute.' You like to watch him squirm. Considerate it payback for all the time your Alpha has done the same to you.

"Please mate I can be so much better"

Emmet whined his taking off his tight constricting pants and pulling off his boxer until his weeping cock was freed. He slowly strokes precum leaking onto his hand. It felt good, but it was not enough; he needed you.

"Oh fuck, Omega," your title left his lips straight to your core. "Please, just the tip? Just one taste, I swear I won't go any farther! Please? im very- ah~ fuck, verrry hard for you!

Who again was the one in heat?

You knew once Emmet had a taste, the threads of all his self-control would snap; there was no just the tip for Emmet. He was not a patient man, which made it all the more fun to tease~!

However, you decided to end your little Reign of Terror as much as you loved his desperation and pleading. You are still in heat, and The Searing hot call of primal instinct is becoming unbearable.

You gave him permission inside your nest, and Emmet gladly took it, crawling over to on top of you. Swiping the coat out of your hands and throwing it to the side, forgotten. You wrapped your arms around your mate, spreading your legs for him, whimpering and moaning for him to make you feel good

"My mate," Emmet mumbles against your neck. The shaft rubbing against your wet Heat, like he says, only puts the tip in shallowly thrusting.

Emmet's breath shakes with each thrust your sucking him in; it's getting harder and harder to maintain control, occasionally slipping out to rut himself against your heat, coating his shaft more in your slick.

"Pleasssse, can I knot you? No more tip please!"

He was begging to put the tip in but now he's begging not to...

If you weren't already far gone in pleasure, you would have teased him a little, but you were hungry for him and wanted all of him

"Fuck me me alpha." Your moaned giving him the permission he needed.

You held back a shriek, arching your back when your alpha slammed himself fully inside of you.

Enmet's rut has passed, so his knot doesn't swell, but he still fucks you like he is. he slams his entire length inside you repeatedly. His heavy balls are slapping against your ass.

You you grabbed onto a nearby pillow biting into it to silence your screams.

"Mmm, Mate! Wanna cum but s'too early, gonna hold back," Emmet slurs, lifting your legs over his shoulders, hitting deeper and deeper inside you.

Droll drips from Emmet's mouth, his eyes rolling back as he tries desperately to hold back his orgasm while still filling you up completely with each thrust.

[hpalways]

Heyy I was wondering if you could write just a few hc or one shots for Albedo, Kazuha, or Venti with an s/o who overworks themself with work and stuff? Yknow- comfort stuff :3 Unfortunately I’ve been having to work over fifty + hours these past few weeks, and I love your writing! Have a nice day btw-!!

Note: hiiiii! yes! of course. this sounds lovely to write about. please take care of yourself omg, that sounds really stressful and tiring. aww! and thank you for enjoying my works, im so happy to hear that ^^

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Venti

Warnings: None

Albedo

When he sees you studying religiously in the workshop, he goes to the nearby campfire. Finding a pot and some water, he warms it up to make hot cocoa. Heading back to you, he hands it to you, watching your face light up in pleasant surprise. 

As the workshop in the mountains can still get cold, he fetches a wool blanket to wrap around your arms. It allows you to have a better time with your research. 

He tries to take your mind off of work by asking you to be his model for his next art piece. You are told to lay down, because he wants to draw you that way. Despite shooting him a confused look, you follow through with it anyway, getting into a position that’s too relaxing. Soon enough, you fall asleep and he quickly tends to you and tuck you in. 

Other times, he wants you away from the workaholic atmosphere. Holding your hand tightly, he leads you out of the cave-like study and into the pretty snow. A light flutter falls from the skies, tickling your cheeks in gentle waves. The two of you stroll through the slippery slopes, and he makes sure no harm comes to you.

He talks philosophically and about the world, giving you a break from the load of paperwork. 

However, he is quite the workaholic himself, his thoughts always straying to him own studies. This usually strikes some sense in you, where you help pull him out of his stupor, as well as your own. The two of you continues to remind each other that breaks are needed. He’s your rock to hold onto; and you were his. 

“[Y/N]? You appear very tired. Slow down and let me fix you some tea.”

Kazuha

Whispers poetry into your ear. His voice itself is soothing to you, calming your frantic nerves from the ongoing training that was set in stone. Every word that comes out is like silk, which relaxes your tense muscles. 

Pulling you away from the training grounds, he shows the nature views he has grown so fond of. Maple leaves rain down in gentle motion, the scenery warming you up inside with comfort. It is beautiful and you do not regret sneaking out with Kazuha for this moment. 

He talks about his homeland, Inazuma, full of raw emotion and beautiful phrases that take your breath away. He tells you not to rush what fate has in store for you, to take it easy and go at your own pace. This relieves your stress easily. 

You are sometimes taken out to the ship, where you are not allowed to train. The sea laps beneath the engine, blue waves furling in a way that soothed you. It is beautiful, the horizons stretching far and wide, with the rising morning sun in the distance. 

Seeing your tired expression, he takes you to the middle of nowhere -- the meadows where it is warm and the sun basks. He says the wind leads him here. And before you know it, the two of you are knocked out on a rock, taking a nap together to find your energy again for the next coming day. 

At times, he goes easy on you during battles, soon turning it into a fun word game where he contemplates haiku. 

“The wind is calm today. Come. We don’t need you rushing either.”

Venti

Always very willing to distract you from your paperwork. Barging right into your office at the Favonius Headquarters, he walks to you with a giddy smirk. 

He takes no objections, deaf to your protests as he forces you out of there, running through the fields with you fumbling behind him. He goes to Windrise, expertly climbing up his favorite tree. You sit beside him, letting out a sigh at the male. You are secretly happy to be here instead.

Plays his precious lyre to you, the melodic song ringing into your ears. They make you feel warm inside... and sleepy. His voice is angelic as always, with favorite lyrics tumbling out of his precious lips. 

Of course, he brings you to his favorite tavern in Mondstadt, Angel’s Share. Buying a bunch of drinks, the two of you drink and feel the rush of it kicking in. He is smiling in content when you sag your shoulders into a relaxed state, no more worrying about the irrelevant stuff from before.

Tells you lots of jokes. You try not to laugh at them, but he eventually gets to you anyway. His teal eyes watch you softly, content to destress you from the workload you keep putting on yourself. He misses when you had more freetime -- when you aren’t fretting about the littlest things. 

He gives you a lot of surprise hugs. His arms are surprisingly strong, tightening around you and stubborn to let you go. You feel yourself giving in to the sturdiness of his arms. 

“Free yourself from the chains of responsibility, [Y/N]. Eheheh. Pretty please?”

[niskoo]

[22:00]

pairing: bad boy! Heeseung x reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: consumptions of alcohol

word count: 1.1k words (again lol)

a/n: UDIJHFIUWJA WTF THIS IS MY SECOND TIME POSTING A BAD BOY! AU IN A ROW??? AND LITERLALY THE NEXT DAY AFTER THE JAKE ONE???? A FEW DAYS BEFORE FINALS???? im screwed haha

It’s 11 pm, you’ve arrived at the party at 9:30, and you’re already tipsy and exhausted. Heeseung scowls when he sees yet another random dude trying to give you a glass of alcohol.

He takes it from him instead, sending him a sharp glare and a fake grin, protectively pulling you to his side. Once the guy is gone, Heeseung passes the glass to Jay, who surprisingly is not tipsy at all.

“Hee!!” You giggle out, stumbling in his arms, “I feel wooooozzzyyyy!!!!” Heeseung can’t help but chuckle lightly at your funny actions, sliding his hand around your waist to stabilize you against him, “I know you do, babe.”

Sunghoon comes from the kitchen with a bag of chips, passing Heeseung his car keys. The older mutters a quick thanks, before starting to trudge and pull you to the door.

He doesn’t get to get you out the door, because you’re pulling back and pointing at the dance floor, “Heeseungg!! They’re playing my favorite songgg!!!!” You’ve said that to the past 4 songs he’s had to dance to with you.

“Babe, not right now, okay? Maybe next time?” Your boyfriend tries to convince you, but all you do is jump and point at the people dancing, “Look! Even Jungwon is dancing!! I haven’t danced with him yett!”

As much as Heeseung would love to see you hanging out and having fun with his own best friends, you’re way too drunk for your own good. Without even having to ask, Heeseung is squatting in front of you and grabbing the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to his back.

You simply wrap your arms around his shoulders and continue rambling something about the cat video Jungwon showed you the other day. He passes a bunch of random people, nodding respectfully and making sure to avoid anything peaking your interest around the house.

At last, he’s out the door, with you still mumbling random things on his shoulder. He reaches into his pocket to fish out the car keys to Sunghoon’s car he let him borrow, jogging down the street to unlock it. You two arrived with his motorcycle, and he’s not so sure if bringing you home with it is safe enough.

Heeseung carefully helps you into the passenger's seat, “Okayyy, up we go, into the car. Watch your head,” You don’t process anything, but you know where you are and where you’re going.

Heeseung tries to close your door as softly as he can so he doesn’t wake you up, before whistling and walking over to the driver's seat. He plops in comfortably, instantly turning the engine on. Before taking off, he glances at your tired form, chuckling at how worn out you look with your messy hair and droopy eyes.

Your boyfriend decides to reach over and pull the seat belt over your body, securing you safely. He sits back, and admires you and how you automatically pull your legs onto the seat and lean on the window.

Heeseung sighs, focuses on the road, and takes off to his apartment. He decides to turn the radio off, as it seemed to be disturbing your sleep.

A few minutes into the drive, Heeseung takes his left hand off the wheel, resting his arm on the armrest next to him. His eyes widen when there’s a sudden touch to his hand, your touch. Your hand drapes lazily over his, just barely connecting.

Shifting his hand, Heeseung places it on top of yours, his fingers slipping right through perfectly between yours. The gesture is soft, affectionate, it pulls straight to your heartstrings despite being drunk and tired. A smile spreads through your face as you play with his pinkie finger with your other hand.

You do this for the rest of the ride, too exhausted to even process that you’ve already pulled up into the parking lot of Heeseung’s apartment building. It’s when his hand pulls away from yours when you realize what’s happening.

The door to your seat is being opened, so you instantly reach your hands and legs out to Heeseung, “Carry me peasant! My legs are far too tired to hold myself up!” Your lover laughs at your silliness, but obliges to your request.

He locks the car, before starting to head for the elevator. You do nothing but hug Heeseung and once again snooze into his shoulder.

The ride up is short, after all it’s just 2 floors up. His apartment is just to the right, the first door. He’s quick to take his keys out and unlock the door before you slip out of his arms.

Heeseung shuts the door behind him, placing both the car keys and the apartment keys in the jar on the table right next to the door. “Okay baby, wake up,”

You feel the couch cushion below you, and instantly flop and bury your head in one of the corners, cradling a pillow to your chest.

Heeseung chuckles, you simply look too cute. “Honey, come on, let’s go to bed, yeah?” His hands find their way to your face, squishing them to bring you back to consciousness. You only grumble back in protest, furrowing your brows and shaking your head in objection.

Heeseung squishes your cheeks harder, “Come on, I can brush your hair for you while you brush your teeth, and I’ll let you use my favorite pink hoodie (FROM DANIEL AAAAA) for once, and we can cuddle too, and I can play with your hair just the way yo-“

“Shh, enough peasant. Take me there.”

Heeseung laughs loudly against your finger pressed to his lips, before looping his arms under your legs and body, “Yes, my Queen.”

He then hops up, surprising you as you lift off the couch. You scream and latch onto Heeseung with yells of how he should’ve warned you.

Throughout doing all the actions he mentioned before, you couldn’t help but soften at how loving Heeseung was, and how he always put your care first and his last, helping you do all your needs, helping you with your face care, even helping with putting your clothes on even if you’re completely capable of doing it despite being a bit tipsy.

Now here you are, laying in bed and waiting for Heeseung to join you to head to sleep, thinking of all the sweet things he’s done tonight. There’s a dip in the bed, before you feel the blanket being lifted and draped over your body.

Heeseung sighs into your neck, finally feeling the inner peace he wasn’t able to get at the party. He melts when he feels your fingers thread through his hair.

“Thank you.”

It’s a very sudden statement, but you don’t take it back, you truly mean it. Your boyfriend smiles and reaches out to hold your hand, “Anytime bub,”

[loostssoul]

if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

[spinster-sisters]

Crush. PSH, JYN

TW: dom! Seonghwa, sub! Yunho, sub! Reader,threesome, exhibitionism, degradation (use of the words slut and whore), bondage (male receiving), Sir kink, overstim (kinda, idk how much counts as overstim but im putting it here anyway), excessive use of the word wet, panty kink, buldging, k so heres the deal, in this thing yunho has a crush on both the reader and seonghwa and seongwha is probably also attracted to men based on the way i wrote this but there is no actually mxm interaction PHYSICALLY, also fun fact at no point anywhere in this is there the letters Y/N cuz i have decided i hate that shit and istead u get excessive pet names.

WC: 4k

AN: this is 4k words of pure smut, like plot if you SQUINT right at the begnining but even that is pretty smutty. ngl its prettyy shit. im sorry lol. also this isnt specifically idolverse or nah, it could kinda go either way so thats that i guess.

Yunho had always had a crush on you, that much everyone knew, but when you and seonghwa began dating Yunho had decided to put his own feelings aside out of respect for both you and seonghwa. Maybe it worked for a while, a few months of being genuinely happy for his two friends finding love. Yeah, it was hard seeing one of his best friends get to touch you and talk to you in the way he wanted to, but the smiles that never left either of your faces were well worth it.

But then that night came.

He hadn't meant to see it. All of your friends had gone out to a crowded club, there was dancing and a lot of drinking. But with all the chaos of the night, nobody noticed when you and seonghwa slipped into the bathroom. A while later Yunho found himself needing to pee and made his way to the back of the club as well, but when he pushed open the door all thoughts of his original plans had left. There you were, spread out on the counter, chest heaving, tiny drops of sweat making their way down your neck. And there was seonghwa, standing between your legs slamming his hips into yours and a brutal pace, absolutely RUINING you. His back was to the door and your eyes were screwed shut, Yunho had only opened the door just far enough to see in so neither of the two of you had noticed him yet.

Yunho's first reaction was to close the door and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't move, not once he heard the filth spewing seonghwas lips.

"My baby girl got so needy she needed me to fuck her with all of her friends around? What a little slut"

That was the first thing Yunho heard, and then whine that the words pulled out of you was damn near-pornographic, and it went straight to his dick. He only stood there for a few more moments before closing the door, but the damage had been done.

Did you guys fuck like this all the time? It felt so wrong, the perfect lovey-dovey couple Yunho had come to know were hiding such a dirty side to themselves.

Ever since that night, nothing has been the same. Yunho's thoughts of you turned more and more sinful than they had ever been, but there was something else. At first, Yunho thought it had just been the embarrassment of seeing such a private moment, but Yunho was now having the same amount of trouble meeting Seonghwas eyes as yours. Every time Yunho's mind drifted back to that moment Seonghwas figure was just as clear as yours, and although he didn't want to admit it, it was seonghwas words in the bathroom that made Yunho hard.

And that is how Yunho had come to discover that he had a crush and not one, but both of you. And almost every time Yunho took time to relive himself all he could image was seonghwas sharp and defined features manipulating your soft and supple ones into increasingly compromising positions, his calm voice eliciting those same desperate whines from you.

He knew this was fucked.

Yunho doesn't know at what point seonghwa became aware of his infatuation with himself and his girlfriend, maybe he had noticed him in the bathroom and chosen not to say anything, maybe mingi had told him one night in a slip of the tongue, maybe Yunho had told seonghwa himself while drunk. Either way, it all lead him to this moment. He was sitting in your bedroom with his back pressed into a wooden chair with seonghwa standing behind him binding his wrist together with a soft scarf you had lying around.

You sat on your bed observing the scene. This had all been seonghwa's idea, but you were more than willing. That being said watching your perfectly composed boyfriend secure the taller boy who had been stripped down to his boxers to a chair facing your bed was enough to have your face burning in the chilly room.

Seonghwa finished with the restraint and made his way in front of Yunho, who was already damn near star-eyed. Seonghwa reached out and clenched the man's jaw, forcing his eyes up to meet his own.

"Remember Yunho, you are here to watch. Not to touch. No matter how much you want to," seonghwa spoke in that calm domineering voice he reserved for moments like these. Yunho nodded eagerly as well as he could while his face was still in seonghwas grasp, his cheeks puffing out a little at the pressure.

Seonghwa let go of his face and ran his hand once through the younger boys' hair approvingly before both of their gazes fell on you.

You had been waiting patiently in the sweetest little lingerie set you could find. Seonghwa was still fully clothed, but he had a thing about having you look as pretty as possible before fucking you so hard you cried. With both of their attention now firmly on you, the cold of the room couldn't seem any further away, and with every step, seonghwa made twords you, you couldn't help but clench your thighs together in anticipation.

Finally, he stood before you, looking so beautiful it was unfair, close enough you could reach out and touch him. But you didn't, you knew better.

Seonghwa gave a wicked smirk at your sweet expectant face. The stage was finally set, and it was time for the show. He looked contemplative for a moment, before deciding on his first move.

"Lay back for me, baby"

You did exactly that, allowing your head to hit the soft blankets. Never breaking eye contact, however hard it was as your boyfriend looked ready to absolutely devour you. Careful not to block anything from Yunho's view seonghwa slowly climbed onto the bed on top of you using his hips to keep your legs in place and his arms coming down to cage your top half. He moved his head to your ear and spoke in his smoothest softest voice.

"Remember to be good sweetheart, we have a guest and I don't want to waste time punishing you tonight."

You whimper out a quiet "ok" before seonghwa placed a soft kiss on your temple. And he didn't stop there, your boyfriend only pulled back for a brief moment to observe your flushed face before diving back in.

Seonghwa was organized and neat in most aspects of life, but kissing was not one of them. His kisses are hard and wet. His exceptionally plump lips forced yours to follow his lead, prying your mouth open, nipping, and sucking at anything he could. Wet was the perfect word to describe it. Wet and amazing. Normally you would have waited for permission to touch him before swinging your arms around his neck pulling him closer but when his tongue found its way into your mouth toying with your own you needed someone to ground yourself.

To your surprise seonghwa had no objection to this instead threading his left hand through your hair pulling your head close as well, letting out a deep grunt in the process. His lips began to travel down to your neck and jaw, and now the sloppiness turned a little rougher. Seonghwa took a small break to speak, barely lifting his lips off your body but his voice still carried loud and clear.

" Don't hold back your sweet little cries, I'm sure Yunho would love to hear them"

Your mouth now free to cry out little by little at the way the cold air made contact with your now burning skin every time he moved. He was covering your skin in small red patches that would surely turn dark purple by tomorrow. You braced yourself on his shoulders when his lips came to rest of the swell of your chest. Seonghwas right had found its way under your knee lifting it a bit and caressing the underside of your thigh. You had finally become used to the sensation of his mouth on your body when he bit down. Hard.

You damn near choked. You threw your head back as a deep whine spilled sinfully out of you much louder than you intended. But it wasn't just you that was making noises, a deep guttural groan could be heard in harmony with your own from across the room. It was only then did you finally dare to turn your head to where Yunho sat. And you almost wished you didn't. The tall boy sat as hunched over as he could be, positively panting with desire his eyes staring, unblinking, and where you and your boyfriend were tangled together. Your eyes locked, Yunho was staring at you with so much hunger your heat throbbed, and your thighs clenched together. Seonghwas words cut through the tension bringing your attention back to him.

"My baby is so eager, looking so pretty as wrapped up for me. Just waiting for me to pull her apart."

You instinctively nodded.

"Yes, please. I'll be good I promise" you pleaded vacantly, still gripping your boyfriend for support. Seonghwas's right hand began to slide its way up the underside of your leg before moving around till he was palming the inside your leg.

"I know darling, I know you will"

A knowing smile graced his lips before he unhooked the clasp on your pretty bra, sliding it down your shoulders. You held your breath as he pulled himself back to sit on his heels still caressing your leg dangerously close to where you were currently making a mess of your nicest panties.

Seonghwa would never admit that he had a panty kink, but seeing you laid out for him in nothing but the thin little soaked scrap of fabric was scratching an itch that he didn't even know he had. He just had to take a moment to appreciate it.

Seonghwa turned his head twords Yunho. And speaking in that same clear strong voice.

"Yunho"

The boys eyed shaped up to meet seonghwas. Yunho, aside for the occasional moan or groan and been relatively silent up until that point. He looks at seonghwa expectantly. Your boyfriend sighed. Shaking his head for a moment.

"Yunho, when I talk to you I expect words." As he spoke seonghwa tightened his grip on your thigh, you let out a tiny moan. Yunho's eyes flashed to your thigh for a moment before realizing his distraction then flying back to seonghwas face. It was like he couldn't get the word out fast enough.

"Yes?" The word tumbled from his lips haphazardly.

"Yes, what?" Your boyfriend responded, clearly unamused, a scowl making its way onto his face.

Yunho visibly panicked, eyes darting around the room quickly. He didn't know what he missed. He looked at you for help. You knew what he missed, but you had no way of telling him.

"Umm," he began, still searching for the answer. Just when seonghwa looked like he was about to cut in a look of realization hit Yunho. He remembered the night not too long ago that he had come home from dinner, expecting the house to be quiet only to hear a specific word scream from your lips as he passed seonghwas room.

"Yes, sir?" Yunho asked, his eyes wide and pleading.

Seonghwa couldn't help his look of satisfaction.

"Good boy,"

The words made Yunho's face light up.

"Now Yunho, what would you like to see?" Your boyfriend asked. This question clearly took Yunho by surprise.

"Come on, I know you have been imagining me and my doll doing all kinds of things," as he spoke his hand finally slipped inside your panties. Two cold fingers sliding between your folds. You shudder out a gasp. You were wet, unbelievably so. It took so little for his fingers to slip through your slick, toying with you like he had done so many times before.

Yunho momentarily lost his focus on seonghwa instead looking at the imprint of his hand through the fabric. He looked starved. But his eyes returned to seonghwa once again.

"So, what is it. What was your favorite thing to imagine when you touch yourself." As he spoke his fingers began to make slow tight circles to your clit. You moaned out again and grasped wildly for a moment to ground yourself against the blankets.

Yunho once again looked at a loss for words, this time unable to peel his eyes away from the dark stain in your panties and the forearm connected to the hand in them.

Yunho licked his lips slowly before tearing his eyes away to look at seonghwa. He spoke slowly, his words were shaky but certain.

"Please, just fuck her. Hard, like you, always do." He looks embarrassed by his choice, but your heart leaped at the idea, you wanted seonghwa inside you right at that very moment. He was slowly working you into an orgasm and he had barely even done anything yet.

"Really? Is that all you want?" Your boyfriend asked. "No special requests?" The circles on your bud speed slightly as he spoke. Your legs began twitching with every stroke. You had been so wound up this whole time that along with every jerk a small whine was seeping past your lips.

"Please, just," Yunho took a moment to gather his thoughts " please, I just want to see what you both look like when you ruin her."

Seonghwa looked at the boy pensively for a moment.

"Ruin her?" Your boyfriends intense gazed finally made its way back to you "that I can do" and almost exactly as his sentence finished your first wave of orgasm crashed over you. You were now spilling whines freely and rocking your hips into your boyfriend's large hands. You closed your eyes tight for a few moments. Before thinking about the exchange that just took place. Ruin you? Seonghwa was a serious man when he wanted to be, and if he promised to ruin you, you knew he would. And honestly, it was a little scary.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Your boyfriend had been watching you through your high, not stopping his hand and now that you were coming down a dull pain replaced began to radiate up from your core. You reached down to grab his wrist

"Wait. Please-" you began to plead, looking into your boyfriend's eyes, but your words were cut off.

"Well, Yunho. If I'm going to ruin her I'm going to have to prepare her. Wouldn't want her to break" you whined at his words as his hand began to speed up once again over your extra sensitive nub. He then glanced over at the boy who seemed just as transfixed by your pleasure-filled face as seonghwa. "unless you want that"

"Please," was all Yunho could force out "I just want to see"

Seonghwa finally pulled his hand out from the ruined fabric. Despite the numbing pain that came from his handy work you were already missing the sensation and your hand on his wrist tightened again.

Seonghwa let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart, how am I supposed to let Yunho see what I can do to you if you still have these panties on," he asked in a disappointed tone. You reluctantly released his wrist.

Seonghwa finally found the time to pull his sweater over his head, tousling his hair in the process. Now it was both you and Yunho gawked. It was something both you and Yunho had seen a thousand times, but there was still something awe-inspiring about the way he looked kneeling over you with his bare golden honey skin on display.

If seonghwa noticed the stares he didn't address them as he moved to pull your ruined panties down your legs. The anticipation was clear on Yunho's face as the wet fabric slowly made its way down your legs. Finally, he pulled them off the tip of your toes. Because of you and seonghwas position, Yunho still couldn't see your heat. To your surprise, seonghwa stood up quickly from the bed. Your panties still between his fingers. He looked at Yunho.

"You want them?" He asked letting them dangle from his hand that was still glistening with your juices. Yunho choked out a "yes, sir"

Satisfied with his answer seonghwa walked over to the man, leaned over him, and slipped the fabric into his bound hands.

Your boyfriend then returned to you on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he sat down beside you.

"Open up baby"

It may be a bit late in the game, but you were finally coming to terms with what is happening. Yunho, one of your closest friends is about to watch you get fucked by your boyfriend, you had to look away from the man at the sudden realization. Slowly, you opened your legs and you heard the sharp intake of breath that could only be from Yunho.

"What do you think?" Your boyfriend asked pulling your legs apart even more. You shut your eyes tight, feeling embarrassed.

"It's pretty" was all Yunho could Say. You flushed even deeper.

"I know, isn't it? My baby has such a pretty pussy" you choked.

"Open your eyes sweetheart, I want to look at you"

Slowly you opened them, still keeping your gaze firmly on your boyfriend's face.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. You look so cute" seonghwa said in a coo.

Seonghwas hand slipped further between your legs, spreading you open for Yunho to see. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man. He was almost drooling, as he licked his lips.

"She tastes amazing," seonghwa says dipping a finger into your still sensitive heat. You felt yourself twitch.

"Normally I would spend hours eating her sweet little cunt, but that wasn't what you wanted to see" seonghwa spoke with false regret. Honestly, Yunho looked right now like there was nothing else in the world he would rather witness but everyone knew he had already made his choice.

Your boyfriend finally decided to push 2 fingers into you all at once. You whined out at the sudden intrusion.

"I have to get her ready first, I hope you don't mind" seonghwa spoke with a chuckle. Because no, with a view like that how could Yunho mind watching your boyfriend's two long fingers push in and out of you over and over again each time bringing a little more wetness out of you.

At this point you were gone, the pleasant stretched of the familiar fingers moving inside of you was like a mantra pulling small noises from you like a song. Seonghwa was brushing the inside of your walls oh so perfect if was unfair.

"She is always so wet, pulsing around my finger with so little work. What a little slut." Your eyes shot open with a moan at his words. His pace quickened. With your still heightened sensitivity, you already felt your stomach tighten.

"Oh. Do you like that? Like it when I call you my slut?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you like being a little whore for me?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you want me to fuck you in front of our friend, just so he can see how much of a slut you are?" At that, you locked eyes with Yunho across the room.

"Yes please sir, please show him how much of a slut I am for you" Yunho lurched forward for the first time, his dick straining so hard against his boxers it must be painful.

Seonghwa leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead,

"Good girl"

Finally, seonghwa focused all his energy on bringing on your next orgasm. Pressing deliciously against that special spot inside you while his thumb returned to your pulsing clit. You were already so far gone that it only took a few more direct strokes for you to come tumbling down once again.

This one lasted much longer than the first. And once again seonghwa prolonged it as long as possible by not stopping his hand once throughout the whole time. The pleasure came on waves, washing over you with so much intensity it was all you could do to keep moaning so loud the neighbors could hear you.

Finally, when he pulled his fingers out you took a moment to catch your breath. But it wasn't long before it was stolen again by seonghwa sticking each finger in his mouth one at a time a sucking them clean, never once breaking eye contact with the boy in the chair.

"Hmm, sweet" was all he said, before standing from the bed once again and undoing his belt. Seonghwa pushed his hair back before undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs. At last, he stood in nothing but his black boxers. If you weren't struggling so hard to keep your eyes open after your climax you would have ogled but Yunho's hungry eyes were wide and fixed on the impressive size of the tent in your boyfriend boxers. Seonghwa spared him a glace before chuckling.

Your boyfriend turned completely to Yunho and pulled down the boxers as well. You knew what was there, so you understand the feeling Yunho was having to lick his lips like that. Yunho's arms once again lurched forward.

"Remember, no touching" was all seonghwa said before turning back to you. He says down on the bed beside you once again

"Come sit on my lap baby,"

You almost groaned. You felt like you could barely move and you would much rather he take you just as you are, but you know better than to fight him.

Seonghwa positioned you both facing Yunho, so he could have the perfect view of you both.

You tried to keep your self as steady as possible as lined himself up under you. Your muscles protested as you held yourself up. Finally, seonghwa took hold of your hips and pushed you down onto him all at once. The two of you both let out a satisfied groan. Your pussy felt used and abused but at that moment all you could think about was how nice it felt to be full. Your head fell back onto your boyfriend's shoulder almost immediately.

"Awe, do I make you feel that good, baby? You like it when I fill you up that much?"

"Yes, sir, I love being full. Love it when you fill me up." Your words were slurred together but loud. Seonghwa, using his grip on your hips. Helped you lift yourself only to be pulled back down again.

"Holy fuck" Yunho spoke in a quiet tone, watching where your boyfriend's dick was now disappearing inside of you.

"Don't use that kind of language" seonghwa spat out while staring to set a fast and deliberate pace, his focus instead on fucking you to tears.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just-" he seemed to be at a loss for words. " I can see you in her tummy"

At that seonghwa chuckled again. He took your hand and lead it to the spot on your stomach you could feel him inside you.

"I know, my baby is such a slut she isn't satisfied until I fill her up this much."

All of these words were filtering in and out of your ears but all you could focus on was the feeling of seonghwas dick moving inside of you. You were so sensitive after two orgasms not so long ago that your body felt utterly spent but every single time seonghwa trusted up into you felt like you could cry at how good it felt. It hurt, yes it hurt, seonghwa was big, that's why he spent so much time working you up, but even with that, you could still feel him stretching out your wall in the most delicious way. Every time he pushed all the way into you could almost cry at the sensation, not to mention how he rubbed against every spot inside of you in the perfect way. You were a mess of whines and cries and tears.

"She's crying" Yunho spoke in a shaking voice.

Seonghwa brushed your hair away from your face, looking at the tears streaming on your face. Your boyfriend placed feather-light kisses against your cheeks where the tears streamed down. A stark contrast to the brutal pace he was drilling his hips into your cunt.

You were clenching madly against him and he couldn't help but chuckles, though it was now somewhat airy as he was nearing his own climax.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asked.

"Mmhmm" you whined, head still rolled back as he fucked into your relentlessly. You were so close, every time he pushed back into you you cried out wanting him to make you come so fucking bad.

Seonghwa took told of your chin with one hand and forced your head forward making you lock eyes with Yunho. He looks almost as fucked out as you probably did. Forehead sweating, chest heaving, dick twitching. The sight made you clenched down hard.

"Who knew my sweet little baby, want people to watch her get fucked like a whore." you clenching tears streaming down faster than ever. The hand not holding your chin found your clit and once again began rubbing slow but rough circles onto the bud. You were so full and so close, and knowing that Yunho was seeing you like this, looking him in the eye while seonghwa fucked you almost made you come.

"What do you think Yunho? Should I let my little slut come?" He asked pinching your bud and delivering a particularly hard thrust. You gagged on the drool spilling from your mouth.

" yes, please sir, please make her cum!: Yunho almost shouted, looking crazed.

"You heard him slut. Cum."

And that was all it took. You were shaking and writhing on top of your boyfriend, head and eyes rolled back and your eyes saw stars. Waves don't even being to describe the way pleasure was moving through your body.

"Sir, it feels so good" was all you could say between the cries, and yes you were crying for real now. Short of losing consciousness, you were gone to the world. Lost in the feeling.

It took you several minutes to realize that seonghwa was still fucking you. But once you did you jerked painfully.

"No, no please" fell past your dry lips. As you moved to sit up. But seonghwas had kept you in place.

"You're not going anywhere baby, I still haven't cum yet and I am going to right in your little pussy."

It hurt, and you were crying, but all you wanted to do was be a good girl for seonghwa so you stayed put, letting him use you. You looked up at Yunho, your eyes glossy, mouth hanging open, probably covered in bruises as you always were when seonghwa fucks you.

Yunho moaned out, straining against the fabric keeping him tied to the chair.

At that moment seonghwa finally came. You could hear his groan through his chest and feel the cum spilling into you. Nice and full.

With a few more thrust seonghwa finally stopped. Allowing you to rest a moment before pulling you off him. You collapsed into your blankets. Feeling moments away from sleep, but you kept your eyes open. Seonghwa took a moment before standing pulling up his own boxers before moving over to where Yunho sat panting. He looked down at the boy and laughed.

"You came untouched?"

"Yes sir"

[alfredosauce50]

whenever youre free, can you write yandere 2p china headcanons? im just thinking abt him 👉🏽👈🏽

Yandere 2p! China headcanons

Getting together with you was hard enough. But now that you’re his, he can’t go back to being a second choice he’s always been. He’s never letting you go.

Zao doesn’t have a single yandere characteristic by default, but when he does, ooh boy. It’ll take some time for him to deviate from his normal personality and mental stability, but given enough paranoia and infatuation, he will start losing his sanity, then, his ability to distinguish between right and wrong. And the terrifying thing is, he doesn’t even know it. By this logic, he is by far, the craziest yandere you’ll ever have the misfortune of encountering. 

(There isn’t a lot of fanart on 2p! China so have this fanart of Wei Wuxian for visual purposes)

Home life

He’s very into kissing, so much that he’ll sneak some in while doing the most mundane things. When he talks to you, he will hold your waist and fill the brief moments of silence with kisses. In his eyes, having his lips on yours while a conversation happens is being ‘productive’ as he makes the most out of being with you. Before anything escalates, which ends up happening more often than you’d prefer, you’ll pull away and clamp a hand over his mouth. He’ll lick your hand and laugh at your reaction. 

He bathes with you. He could’ve gone with the more economical option of showering, but he’s far from broke. And plus, he can do so much more while sitting down. You usually stay on the opposite end of the tub, but he’ll pull you onto his lap and whisper this in your ear, “Don’t be shy, kitten. This is your throne.” As you sink into his embrace, which ends up hotter than the water you’re submerged in, he will caress your back and make out with you. Once you’re pleading for air, he will pull away and trail a tongue up your neck instead. When you’re with him, he never actually lets you catch your breath, ever. 

Zao is very mindful of your comfort. Perhaps not when it comes to something sexual, per se, but he will always bring you a blanket if it gets a little chilly. If you forget to put socks on, he will put them on for you without asking. Whenever you go out, he will bring a bag with him and most of the things inside are either yours or for you. 

Spoiling you is a given. He can’t imagine a better way to put his hustle to good use--to give you things you want. Even if you don’t ask for anything, he never fails to get you something you end up loving. But there is one thing he won’t ever let you touch. Substances. Zao is so overprotective in all aspects of your life, he doesn’t even like you drinking. He’s a little more lenient on weed, and will let you have a few puffs of his joint. 

He always covers up at home, and will get a little flustered if you catch him indecent. Zao doesn’t wear a lot to bed, like tank tops and underwear, so he isn’t shirtless very often. The only time he doesn’t get embarrassed is when the mood is... You know. And he’s doing you-know-what with you. Otherwise, he will call you a pervert, but really, he’s teasing you more than expressing embarrassment. Because clearly, that’s rich coming from him.

Yeah. It’s not news how big of a pervert he is. Nor is he ashamed of it. Any dirty thought that crosses his mind, he will never fail to relay to you. It leaves you mortified when he tells you what he wants to do to you, in detail, especially when he isn’t being self-aware. Save that for when you get home, you idiot! But the private sphere only makes him even worse. 

He calms down at night, thankfully, and lays in bed with you on his chest. This is where his love language starts speaking to you. Connecting to you emotionally and mentally is how he shows he loves you. This takes place in long, deep, and random conversations, and if not, he will just captivate you in his dark eyes and stare at you endearingly. “What are you thinking about, kitten? I hope it’s something related to me~” Then, he’ll dig his hands through your hair and massage your head as he breathes you in until he gets intoxicated with you. 

When he gets jealous

He’s the type to get so jealous, it becomes suffocating for him--especially when he doesn’t outwardly show it. So whenever anyone remotely shows interest in you, he’ll keep his cool for the most part, but will get very irritable and clingy. It doesn’t matter how subtle they were, it could’ve been a single glance, even, but alarms will go off. He will pull you into a tight embrace and bury his face in your neck until they leave. You don’t really mind because he isn’t giving anybody trouble, but you do find it cute when he immediately returns to his soft side afterwards. 

Zao isn’t the biggest fan of conflict, even if he’s more than capable of it. Instead, he will gravitate towards his intelligence and cunning to outdo anybody he hates. Stalking is definitely on the table if he needs to get to know someone, then, when it comes down to it, sabotage. He will do anything to keep them busy so they wouldn’t have to see you. And he succeeds every time without you finding out.

Unlike most SO’s, it’s easier for him to get jealous over friends than love interests. He values the emotional aspect of your relationship with him the most, and gets very upset if you bond with people other than him, platonically or not. To make up for it, he demands your attention and ensures the time you spend with him is two times more fulfilling than whoever it was you were with. This is the fundamental reason why he’s more susceptible to getting jealous--literally anybody is a rival in his eyes. 

This is all the more reason to be so much more paranoid and restless than other typical yanderes. 

When you argue

He doesn’t agree with you on a lot of things, so it’s like talking to a brick wall. Objective subjects are easy to get through when it’s straight up facts, but if the topic is about what he can or cannot do in the relationship, save your breath. You will never get through to him. When he feels entitled to something, he takes his own side, regardless of what you feel about it.

Nevertheless, he will do the bare-minimum of leaving you alone in the meantime when you’re upset. That’s how he somehow respects this boundary he just crossed. But a few hours later, he will go back to normal, which means he will be affectionate even when you’re not in the mood. This cues the second phase of the fight. While you’re trying your damndest to push him away, he will corner you, physically and mentally. 

While he hugs you tight, he will force you to look at him while you cry. It’s invasive and suffocating, but the night always ends with you making up with him. Be it kissing or other means. It’s unfair, but no matter what he does, you can’t help giving in to him. And he knows this very well. That’s why he keeps doing it.  

Psychology + When he snaps

He is much more intelligent than he lets on. Even though he already knows you like the back of his hand, he studies you every day. If you asked him what you were thinking about, he could probably guess it. That’s what makes him such an intense lover. You can’t hide anything from him if you tried. Hence, he has a terrifying amount of control in the relationship, and he will use it to his advantage.

Zao is a good multitasker. He can juggle his ‘job’ and hobbies while keeping you in the palm of his hand. There is absolutely nothing you can do without him finding out, and this is precisely how he keeps himself miles ahead of you. 

As everything progresses, he will tolerate less and less. His love language is how much quality time he gets with you, along with emotional connection. Eventually, he will start ruling out the prospect of you having any of these things with anyone besides him. That includes friends, so he will start isolating you from them, all until the only soul you are truly close to is him. Soon, you will have to rely on him for everything, which he absolutely loves. He will make himself the only person in your life. 

As this continues, he will become obsessed with the idea of your co-dependency on him. Zao always loved looking after you, but he isn’t satisfied with that anymore. Being your own person? Hell no. Every single thing you do, he will be in the backdrop. If not, he will be next to you, and start influencing your own thoughts until you can’t even trust yourself. 

At this point, he is manipulating you to accept everything he does. And he succeeds a lot of the time, especially when he’s so unfazed. You start wondering if you should be this unfazed, even when what he’s doing is wrong. 

If one of your friends tries to intervene, he will make sure they won’t see the light of day ever again. He has a lot of connections, and combined with how cunning he is, he can get them to disappear with the snap of his fingers. He will keep doing this until every single person in your life is gone if he has to. 

Zao acts purely on his own desires. It’s his moral compass. Right and wrong will blur together so long as it’s for you, and there’s nothing he won’t do. Murder is as casual of a topic to discuss and do as having breakfast. 

A lot of psychopaths would at least get the thrill of doing something so heinous, but he won’t give a shit. He won’t bat an eye. He won’t feel the smallest shred of remorse and carry on like nothing happened. But what he will feel is satisfaction. 

If you find out what he did

You can cry all you like. He’ll only feel remotely guilty because you’re heartbroken, but it passes pretty quickly when he’s happy with what he’s done. You could try running away too. Try. But he always finds you. It doesn’t matter if you leave the country and go into hiding. He will follow you to the ends of Earth for the rest of his life. What can he say? He loves a good chase. It’s a fun game of cat and mouse he knows he’ll win. 

Every time he finds you, he’ll sneak up to you from behind and whisper, “Are you done, now? Let’s go home already.” If you try to run away again, he’ll just catch you and hold you tight, even while you’re thrashing in his arms. “I can do this forever, kitten. You have nobody else to go to, and nowhere else to be. So don’t waste your energy and come back with me.”

Response to ask: 

Of course :) I’m honored you submitted an ask to me after thinking about him 🤗 He’s definitely one of my favorites! Zao’s gotta be the most fleshed out 2p next to Allen. Since 2p’s aren’t canon, they rely solely on the fandom’s interpretation and ability to dish out content on them. I haven’t seen any proper yandere stuff on Zao, so I think this is a first. And boy, he’s a terrifying one for sure. I feel like he embodies the worst of the yandere trope because he’s into psychological manipulation. Worst isn’t the right word, actually. I believe ‘accurate’ is a better way of describing it. This is what a real yandere looks like. 

[wornoutmouse]

This is for all my self conscious thicc girls out there! Or even any girls that have weight issues with themselves

Day 15: Face Sitting

You were currently curled up on your bed, hiding under the covers as you scrolled through your phone. As much as it was hard to admit, you were hiding from your boyfriend Tanaka. He didn't do anything wrong in theory, you just noticed a few things have changed since you moved in together.

Ever since quarentine started, it's been hard for you two stay in shape since you got all your exercise from walking to work and to many of Tanaka's volleyball practices. But now there was nothing for you to do after you got layed off and the gym closed.

Because of this and the full course meals you two have been preparing, you had gained alot of weight. Your stomach bulged out hiding your punani from veiw, and you legs had doubled in size.

During this weight gain, you had noticed Tanaka's lingering gaze on your thighs whenever you sat down near him. And the way he would slowly but surely grab hold of your love handles whenever you two were cuddling unnerved you greatly.

Getting intimate had lessened as time went on.

Amongst yourself, you had scowled when you realised that throughout all that weight gain, none of it went to your breasts or buttocks, leaving you with thicc thighs and no ass. You tense as you hear the bedroom door creak open and Tanaka plop down besides you

"Babe I'm bored!" He whined and you giggle as you feel arms wrap around you through the blanket. "What do you want me to do Tana?" Pulling the blanket down, you peek up at your boyfriend with curious eyes as he glances down at you with adoration and.....something else.

"Why don't we...have some fun?" You weren't really paying attention to the tone of his voice so you continued on, "Hmmm what would you like to do then baby?" If you were paying attention, you would have noticed how Tanaka's breathing became slower and his hands started to feel around the blanket to find at least a sliver of skin.

You giggle as Tanaka bends over and kisses your face starting from your cheek, then your lips, and ending along the beginning of your neck. "I want you." You tense a little and laugh awkwardly. "Uh anything else?" Tanaka straightened up and looked at you questioning. "Is there something wrong?"

You hid your face in the blanket not wanting to have this conversation. You know it's best to communicate in a relationship but you felt silly for feeling this way so you never wanted to talk about it. "Hmm, is it that you don't feel like having sex?" Tanaka smiled, "That's fine babe, I don't need to penetrate you to feel good, can I just eat you out?"

You pondered at the thought, what would the harm in that be? "Yeah I'd like that." You respond shyly making Tanaka smirk, "Of course you would, making me do all the work while you just relax!" Your eyebrows furrowed at that last comment and you couldn't help the way your face shrunk in to itself at the thought of people considering you lazy.

Thinking more and more, you couldn't help but wonder if Tanaka would hate to have your weight on top of him. What if you smothered him? Hell you took great care of yourself regarding your baths but what if you didnt smell much less taste appetizing?!

Internally, you came to the decision to just lay down and have Tanaka in-between your legs instead of you on top.

Tanaka looked at you for a moment, well he was really looking at your thighs, and once again you're hit with an overwhelming sense of shame as you flex your legs wishing you could hide them inconspicuously. Coming to a decision Tanaka lays down flat on the bed. You stare confused at what was going on in that moment.

"Tana?" You ask poking his sides slightly. "You know you don't have to hide from me ya'know" Tanaka raises up and grabs your waist pulling you ontop of him. You lift yourself slightly not wanting to put your full weight into him.

"I see the way you look at yourself Y/N and I don't like it." Tanaka says calmly as he takes in your agitated features. "I'm sorry." You mutter cause him to shake his head. "There's nothing for your to be sorry for. I'm your boyfriend, it is my job to help your in any way I can when your need it!"

Tanaka shifts slightly making you giggle as you're lifted up with him. "Okay, so what does the doctor suggest?" You ask teasingly. Tanaka smirks and lays back down, "The doctor request that you sit on his face." You recoil at that, "Bubs I don't think that's a good idea-" Tanaka finger wags in your face, "Doctor knows best."

You roll your eyes but hesitantly remove your underwear, bracing for the worst, before slightly positioning yourself over your boyfriend's face barely low enough for him to reach you without straining his neck. You jump as you feel a warm muscle follow the expanse of your heat.

Tanaka's hands trail down your back squeezing your ass. You blush as you look down and see him staring intensely back up at you. "You're too high." He he sighed, giving up on coaxing you down through pleasure.

You spread your legs more coming down just a bit so you're almost enveloping his mouth. Tanaka isn't exactly satisfied but he decides to move on as to not push you too far, too soon. You shiver as you feel his tongue slide up your entrance, circling around your clit.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed everytime you looked down as you watched Tanaka eat you out like a man starved yet the whole time he never ceased eye contact.

In Tanaka's mind, he was doing his part in showing you how much he loves you and no matter how you see yourself, you are still going to be his beautiful wifey. With his eyes and ears, he took in every hitch and every twitch that your body released as he brought you closer to Nirvana.

Feeling yourself get close, you shift and bring yourself away. As much as you wanted to come, you didn't feel like you'd be able to hold yourself up any longer. "That's good enough Tana.." your stutter as you try to find purchase on the headboard.

Tanaka smirks but you're unable to see it over the small swell of your stomach and thighs. Looping his arms under and over your legs, Tanaka uses all his strength and forces you down on his face, moaning at your scent invading his senses, and sweet taste coating his mouth.

Before you could object or even try to control the amount of weight being put on your lover, Tanaka begins his feast, eating you in every sense of the word. "Tana.." you moan unsure on what to do with your hands so you settle with gripping his head as you bared down on his sinful tongue.

Tanaka was in heaven as he watched you come undone and release all the stress you had allowed to accumulate for the last couple of months. He pushed his tongue in and out of you as he used the point of his nose to place teasing circles on your clit.

You were happy to admit that this was the best head you had gotten in a long while. Losing all shame you rocked your hips humping your boyfriend's head encouraging him to suck faster. You finally come hard as Tanaka gently takes your clit in between his teeth and grinds soft circles with your soft bud.

You tremble as he licks up your release before allowing you to pull off and away. Sliding down to his crotch, your stare down at him breathing hard, and take in his features. And if you were being honest, he looked more fucked out than you with his blown out eyes and mouth covered in your fluids.

"Thank you." You mumble using tissue to help wipe his face trying not to wheeze in embarrassment as he attempts to lick up the mess you made. "Anything for you mamas." He shrugs before pulling you closer in a warm embrace. "Im sorry for making you worry." Tanaka shushed you, "Nah, your human, I'd be worried if you didn't have any doubts during this shitty quarentine."

Tanaka pulls away and looked at you with adoring eyes, "Babe if you ever have doubts, you can talk to me about it. Or if your not comfortable, I'm sure you have others to talk to about as well. It's not always good to keep things bottled up."

Tanaka stands up and stretches his sore arms as he walks towards the door.

"Besides, I like em thick."

[astralglam]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. What does your muse smell like?

without soap or perfume, 683 smells bizarrely sterile, chemical-ish, like a dentist’s office, bleach or cleaning supplies.  like hand sanitizer that kills 99.9% of germs.  they have that faint smell of powdery clean cosmetics, only because they wear so much foundation, face powder and setting spray.  humans like things that smell less artificial, so 683 takes to using cheap perfume (think a teenager who just learned to douse themselves with axe or bath and bodyworks spray), which is artificial in a slightly more palatable way.  their clothes (which are almost all second hand) have that mothball-musty smell of a thrifted dress that hasn’t been washed yet, like an old book.    

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

cold, frigid and icy, almost like a mannequin’s if you left the mannequin in the freezer. their skin is tight over their tendons and fingers, with almost waxy, plasticy skin stretched over their joints and knuckles, which makes them seem very fragile.  sometimes their palms are uncannily clammy.  their skin on their palms isn’t rough or calloused but they’re starting to get scars on their fingertips from their voyages into the realm of string instruments.  they used to have very neat, clean and unpainted nails, but nowadays, they have divots and cracks because 683 is clumsy with the strings.  

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

683 is often at the mercy of when their friends will decide to cook for them/buy them food.  they don’t have any cooking skills and can barely wash and cut an apple (this isn’t because they’re stupid, on atomina they were used to communal dining with a designated set of people who cooked for everyone in their unit).  683 is naturally accustomed to eating plant matter and (unlike us humans) has a way better digestive system for breaking down cellulose and gets a lot more out of their vegetarian diet than you might expect (two stomachs aint for nothin).  left to their own devices they just eat Whatever (orange? handfuls of spinach, unwashed, pesticides dont hurt them.  microwave a tomato and watch it explode.  brave cutting open an avocado and just eating it with a spoon).  dinner is when priscilla either buys him take out or sid cooks something for him (and sid is an amazing cook!!!).  sid isn’t vegetarian, but his family is, so he knows how to make all kinds of dishes perfect for 683 -- substitute the dairy for nondiary alternatives and 683′s getting matter paneer (with tofu instead), malai kofta (with coconut milk), and aloo gobi (no butter), all sorts of things !!! 

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

sort of.  683′s voice, by itself, is nasally and weird and a little grating, but their devotion to music lets them make the most out of their “strange” voice and almost use it to their benefit to sound unique, different, super far out !11!11111  their lyrics, instrumentals and emotion combined is what makes them a talented musician rather than just a good quality voice.  so while they might not have a very pretty voice, they’re still a skilled singer due to their delivery.  

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

im assuming this is about bad (physical) habits rather than personality deficiencies (of which 683 has many).  683 stares, like, really just stares at people with reckless abandon, they havent figured out it’s rude.  they arent good at even pretending to listen so if they’re disinterested in what you have to say, they’ll look elsewhere, pick at their nails, mumble or interrupt you.  always finds a way to make the conversation about themself.  very disorganized and messy, has a hard time taking care of objects even if they value them (ex. dropping his guitar, misplacing jewelry, yanking a belt off and breaking it).  definitely self pities and has no problem trying to guilt you for everything and anything.  is a pretty frequent smoker, but is polite enough not to smoke if you ask him not to.  

683 is always a little nervous so their nervous ticks are just their baseline state of being (wringing hands, stammering, talking really fast, making insane gestures all around you but being too afraid to touch you, etc)

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

683 looks very put together at all times -- not necessarily polished or professional, but very intentional, in that you can tell they definitely made a conscious choice to dress the way they do.  he wore the same dumb uniform every day for the first 20 years of his life, so he’s very excited to try new clothing options.  

more femme-ish clothing preferences go to boxy, sleeveless a-line dresses, miniskirts, bright floral patterns, big plastic earrings, headbands, scarves, etc.  they like clunky platforms and prefer to wear boots.  very 60s mod and colorblocked.  she loves bright eyeshadow but tends to go for more neutral lipstick.  can never figure out what to do with her hair so she usually leaves it down or does a half-up half-down bun kinda deal.  

more masc clothing preferences are bell bottoms, button ups with butterfly collars, paisley print, turtlenecks and fringe jackets, etc. earthy tones and weird nasty olive green.  very late 60s / early 70s. prog rock flavor or glam rock flavor.  never got into the disco style only because he cant pull it off because he’s so scrawny and twitchy and has no chest hair to impress the ladies.    

one thing about 683 is that he hates tight long sleeves and goes insane if he has to wear them.  his uniform was sleeveless, so even short sleeves feel really weird and horrible on his arms.  prefers sleeveless, can do with short sleeves, 3/4ths sleeve or loose long sleeve, really tries to avoid tight/constricting long sleeves.  

i have a pinterest board of potential fits for him although i havent updated it because i barely know how to use pinterest.

7. Is your muse affectionate?  How much?  How so?

to most people, not really, he’s kind of a weird cagey asshole.  oscillates between fascinated with physical touch (suddenly wanting to hug his friends or snuggle with them or grabbing strangers when he’s trying to talk to them) to despising contact (cringes if you touch his hand when you pass him a cup).  he didnt grown up with a culture very big on it, so he isn’t sure if he likes it or not yet.  

to people he does care about, he tends to take his friends for granted but overperform affection for those he has romantic interest in.  not that he doesnt also dearly love and adore his friends, he’s just not the best at expressing his care for them other than random bursts of kindness and dissolving back into his weird normal self.  his understanding of romance has come from a very commercial, media-influenced place (he learns about it through television, novels and commercials, it’s not really inherent to his species) so he thinks romance is about buying flowers, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes for three hours, etc. if he has romantic interest in you, he will constantly over and over again tell you how much he likes you and your company and you are soooo funny hahahhahhfhh, and will be unusually touchy (clings to your arm, sits RIGHT next to you, drops his head on your shoulder, etc).  

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

683 didnt know what blankets were until he came to earth (or deep space nine) !!! his old room was perfectly temperature controlled and he already has a lower natural body temperature, so there was no need for blankets at all.  human beds with big pillows and blankets are THE COOLEST, so he either curls up underneath a blanket with only the top of his head poking out or he sprawls out like a starfish to take advantage of as many pillows as possible.  his special move is to roll up in the blanket like some kind of little alien lumpia.  

he’s a fitful sleeper so if you sleep in the same bed as him, he’ll punch you or kick you on accident.  he does appreciate company, though, and will also plaster himself up against you and leech your body heat with his weird cold body.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

depends.  they have a very average speaking voice and aren’t necessarily very loud (plus platforms dull footsteps), but if they were excited, they might raise their voice or yell or exclaim something.  and then they’re very shrill, so yes, you would hear her.  

Tagged by:  @sampati im sorry i took like a week it was really fun i love to type letters and words on the computer Tagging: @dynaura or @pataparty (for whoever you want) / @phantombs / @ofgentleresolve (for lamon? or anyone you want, really!!) / @bystcrdust / @kyrieleisen / @baelends / @bup1957

[esperwatchesfilms]

Planet Terror (2007)

All right. This one I saw once before, long ago, when I was about 19 or so. But I’m learning fun new facts about it today, and I honestly don’t remember a lot of it, so it’ll feel kind of new.

IMDB Fun Fact: While on set, Robert Rodriguez would play the soundtracks from Escape from New York (1981) and The Thing (1982) to set the mood for the movie. I really love all the connections to other films I’ve been watching. Connection is lovely, and it just sort of makes me happy. None of these films exist in a vacuum. We are always pulling inspiration from each other, and I think that’s kind of the most beautiful thing about film... about art, generally speaking, honestly.

Kill Count Fact: Total body count of Planet Terror (2007) is 281. El Wray has 52 kills, Cherry Darling has 50 kills and Sheriff Hague has 13 kills.

Cool Reference: Escape from New York (1981) "Black Flight", the name of the Special Forces unit Snake Plissken served in, is featured on the back of a humvee.

Abby: Not so fast! [one of Abby's men brings over a large jug of formaldehyde with various circle-shaped objects in it] Abby: I also want your balls. Romy: I’m really quite attached to them.

Oh lord, whatever tool they use to remove those balls is horrifying. Yikes.

Tony Block: [while playing with toys] I'm gonna eat your brains and gain your knowledge.

Always a nod to Quentin Tarantino’s foot fetish.

Cherry Darling: Name's Cherry Darling... El Wray: Sounds like a stripper name. Cherry Darling: No, it sounds like a go-go dancer name. There's a difference.

Dr. Dakota Block: Hi, Joe. I'm going to give you a very strong anesthetic, so you won't feel anything during the procedure. These... [pats the needles in her shirt pocket] Dr. Dakota Block: ...are my friends. My yellow friend is to take the sting off. [injects Joe in the arm with the yellow needle] Dr. Dakota Block: My blue friend you'll barely feel. [injects Joe in the arm with the blue needle] Dr. Dakota Block: That means my yellow friend is already taking effect. See how fast my friends work? [injects Joe in the arm with the red needle] Dr. Dakota Block: And after my red-headed friend, you'll never see me again.

El Wray: Get up. We're leaving. Cherry Darling: I can't walk. El Wray: So what? Get up! Cherry Darling: Motherfucker! Look at me! [removes blanket to reveal her missing leg] Cherry Darling: Look at me! I was gonna be a stand-up comedian! Who's gonna laugh now? El Wray: Some of the best jokes are about cripples. Let's go. Cherry Darling: It's not funny. I'm pathetic. El Wray: Would you stop crying over fucking spilt milk? Cherry Darling: I have no leg! [looking frustrated, El Wray rips off a wooden table leg and shoves it in Cherry's stump] El Wray: Now you do. What do you think?

Cherry Darling: You could carry me, Wray. El Wray: You never wanted that before. Why start now?

J.T. Hague: Hey, hey. You want some barbeque? Best in Texas. Cherry Darling: Oh, no thanks. J.T. Hague: What's the matter? You don't eat meat? Cherry Darling: Oh, I eat meat. I also eat lots of shit. [grins] Cherry Darling: See that? J.T. Hague: What's that? Cherry Darling: Shit-eating grin. J.T. Hague: [laughs] You ought to be a comedian. Cherry Darling: What do you think of the leg? J.T. Hague: [laughs] Oh, that’s funny.

Cherry Darling: Look, you were being an unbelievable dick. I was walking out on you. I was cold, I took your fucking jacket. So, if you're go on one of your psycho, obsessive, controlling rants about a fucking jacket, then fucking take it 'cause I'd rather fucking freeze than fucking hear about it one more time!

“That boy’s got the devil in ‘im.”

[watching Cherry and Dakota on a TV monitor] The Rapist: I'm gonna go get my dick wet. Rapist #2: She's only got one leg. The Rapist: Easier access. Rapist #2: Oh... good point.

Cherry: Dance for me, motherfucker.

Cherry Darling: You're a doctor? Dr. Dakota Block: Hmm. I was earlier tonight. Cherry Darling: I always wanted to be a doctor, instead, I can do this. [Cherry arches her body up in a bridge position] Cherry Darling: Useless talent number 66. I'm very pliable. Dr. Dakota Block: You know, my girlfriend had a theory. She said at some point in your life, you find a use for every useless talent you ever had. It's like connecting the dots. Cherry Darling: I'm not that optimistic. I feel like I'm sinking down a drain and I can't get out. Dr. Dakota Block: She'd say, "when you're stuck in that spiral, you reach up". Cherry Darling: What if there's nothing up there? Dr. Dakota Block: Just reach up.

“Cherry Darling, it’s all you.”

ESE: 97/100

50 -25 for Harvey Weinstein +5 for the entire grindhouse film aesthetic +5 for fake grindhouse trailers +10 for kissy girls +5 for Naveen Andrews +3 for The Bone Shack +5 for Dakota’s list including “Kill Bill” +5 for J.T.’s dog +10 for Rose McGowan +5 for bisexuality -15 for Dakota’s shitstain husband +6 for Dakota’s cleverness +5 for table leg... leg -5 for giving Tony a gun +10 for repeated scooping brains line +10 for the “missing reel” during the sex scene +2 for the pocket bike -15 for rapists +5 for rapist’s junk melting off +10 for machine gun leg -5 because how is the gun leg firing without the trigger being pulled? +5 for helicopter kills +2 for reaching up

[pbandjesse]

Today was very good but very long. I am glad I was able to sleep in the middle bit. I did sleep good last night too, so I am sure that helped my mood. 

And it was just a good day. When I woke up James was still out, picking up the table from their parents and had already gotten all the market stuff in the car. So once they were back I was already dressed and I felt super cute. I was happy. 

And that continued. I was excited to do printing live at the market. There was another artist there today, an older woman who made a lot of LGBT things and we had a lot in common about found objects and it was lovely talking to her. 

I actually talked to a lot of vendors today. Ellen came late but her boss, Hellen, was there and it was nice meeting her. I am trying to make friends with the girl at the egg stand and so I gave her a print and she gave me eggs! So sweet. Love a barter system. 

This was our best selling day. There was a lot happening at the market though. There was a regalia with the boats, there was a child maker fair, there was a vaccine clinic, and the museum was free today! So there was a lot of foot traffic and we made so many sale. It was awesome. I felt like a real artist. 

The day started slow. We had stopped for breakfast and we got to use our new two person camp chair. We forgot our table cloth so we used our purple Mexican blanket. Worked just fine. I was very happy with making prints and was having a lot of fun showing people the process. I had them for sale for $10 instead of the normal $15 since they weren't packaged. But it went over really well and was fun teaching people the process. I was surprised when people didnt realize I did the drawing? Like yes its a print but I made and designed that! So I was glad I could walk them through the process. 

I did run out of paper. So I went in the museum and borrowed a few sheets from there. It was a really fun time. James was such a huge help but beyond that it was just fun being together. 

We had lots of silly high fives. James kept dancing? I love them, Im so glad I got to spend so much time with them today. We will spend time tomorrow too but this felt special. 

After the market we packed up and headed home. We stopped for sandwiches. Had a little trouble finding a parking space because that shopping center is weird. But we got sandwiches and went home. 

We got all the art stuff upstairs and had lunch and then I went to sleep. 

I didnt have to be back at the museum until 430. I woke up at 3 convinced it was 7am and I had missed my alarm and was very upset for a minute before I realized it was okay. So I laid there for a half hour before I got redressed, in a slightly nicer outfit, and me and James got ready to go. 

They drove me to the museum. We went in kind of a weird way again. But I was on time still. And this wedding was wild compared to last night. 

250 guests! So many tables!! I was in the print shop again and set up a print of the couple's name again. It was a little confusing figuring out if it was a hyphenated name or not but in the end I just made both. And it was honestly a great night. We were all a little worried but it ended up being fine. 

I didnt actually have a ton of people in my galleries. But the people who did come in were awesome. I got to talk up tours and programs but also Puhtok and the YLP program. People really loved the printing I was doing and honestly I think I have a better system for wedding now so I am pretty pleased. I did end up getting so much ink on my hands when I was cleaning up and it was annoying getting the scrubby soap and then the sink I went to didnt work and ink was just everywhere. So I had to clean that. But it was fine. 

James had been at their parents doing laundry and left a little late. So I just sadly waited at the front desk. I watched videos and soon they were here and I was very happy to go home. 

I was excited that the corset I ordered came. And is super nice and fits great? For $25?? What? To NSFW to post on here. But I bought it to wear over clothes so Im sure I will have it in upcoming outfits. It is pretty awesome. 

I put away the dishes and had dinner. Some of the wedding food from last night. And eventually took a shower. I am excited to sleep. Because we are going to the Ren Faire tomorrow! I am very excited!! 

Sleep well everyone!! Take care of yourselves!! 

[literary-heights]

MY favorite statements except Im objectively correct

-Cul-de-Sac VERY FUN!!! SO FUN AND SEXY!!!!! A real fear and just such a good idea

-The Trevor Herbert ones. Vampires is simply the best, especially the tma vampire ones

-Lost John's Cave. Caving=always fun and one of the actually spooky buried statements

-Freefall. SO fun. Skydiving>>>> and then my mans got eaten by the sky. also simon fairchild💕

-First Hunt. Scary tbh. not like how the blanket one was but like fucked up if true. Also the hunt💖💕✨

-Grifters Bone. MEMORABLE. The slaughter shown outside of war is always so interesting. Also band that makes people kill each other? hell yeah

-Trail rations. Cannibalism. Oregon trail. Spooky how they got the statement. Fun.

-Burial Rites. Egypt aesthetics are SO good. (Also this makes the list ONLY for the line at the ending that was like "I cannot imagine what they would have thought of a person that couldn't die. I do know what they would have done with them" that line goes hard)

-Drawing a Blank. Stranger. Stranger. Stranger. My personal favorite stranger statement and i love the statement giver.

-Dig. Hand me my Shovel, I'm Going In.

-Coming storm. Mike crew superiority. I listened to it for the first time while i was driving through a deser during a thunderstorm too which made it that much better.

-Dust to Dust. Dust bowl!!!!! More buried being actually kinda scary and the dust bowl setting makes it SO good.

-Creature feature. Statement giver was AMAZINBG and I loved the director as a character. Also the web when it goes FULLY into the film motif is off the charts.

-Family Business. Gerry.

-Submerged. Buried but water instead of dirt. It's a yes from me. Being underwater,,,,

-Dead Horse. Just the explorer feel. And the endless jungle immune to time??? reminded me of a really good (for a sixth grader) book i read in like sixth grade.

-A Gravediggers Envy. The format of the letters was really nice, and Wakely seemed like such a lovely man. Also reall symbolic for Jon trying to hold into his humanity.

-The Gardener. fun imagery!!!

-Epoch. fun imagery!!!

AND for my FAVORITE episode:

-Still Life. I love the stranger so much, and the taxidermy shop imagery and aesthetics were so fun. The statement giver just barreling into creepy taxidermy man is so funny too. I LOVED anglerfish, especially in hindsight,,,,,and the continuation💕💕💕💕. The foreshadowing at the end is SO funny to look back on too. Taxidermy. Daniel Rawlings was also just a funny little dude.