#just don't be mean to anyone who plays with the dolls differently in their own dollhouse please

[silverskye13]

Now that we’ve established Tanguish and Helsknight are trans as fuck™️ what about their sexualities 👉👈

[loud shrugging]

I will let you all handle that! As someone who leans fairly ace, I don't normally assign sexuality to characters because I so rarely write it, and when I do write it, it's so heavy handed and obvious it's kind of silly.

Helsknight feels very ace coded to me [the only lust he feels is bloodlust etc etc etc] but also he has so much going on how does he have time for romance? [and what an aroace thing to say!]

Tanguish, he feels like he could probably get joy out of romantic love. Acts of service? Making time? Dates? Cuddling? I can see it. But to who? Under what constraints? No idea. I haven't asked him. Why don't you ask him anon? For me?

[catnippackets]

disclaimer: as a sex-repulsed aroace person myself--

on one hand, there is definitely a bit of a double standard when it comes to handling canonically queer characters like, from what I've seen in the circles that I frequent (if you've had different experiences then great but I'm just telling it how I see it). for example, you're morally reprehensible if you ship a canon lesbian with a man or refer to a canon bi character as a lesbian. people will be so angry with you. and it's understandable, since there's so little queer rep in comparison to cishet rep that when there IS a rare actual queer character, the unofficial rule is "don't take that away from them when you add more headcanons to them". like, respect that this one is REAL and NOT just a headcanon. I think it makes perfect sense to feel upset when people take that away, even if it is just fiction and not even canon to the original source. and yet, whenever there exists a canon asexual character suddenly it's all "oh well asexual people can still have sex so it's fine if we headcanon THIS canon sexuality as something different". it makes me feel so genuinely heartache-y and depressed to see ppl ignoring that aspect of a character.

and by "canon" I'm also including characters that were never specifically referred to with a label but are very obviously coded as something, because those characters will still get the "even if it's not stated it's pretty obvious!!" treatment when it comes to showing attraction to the same gender, but not when they DON'T show attraction to any gender. like aro and/or ace coding just doesn't count. I understand that it's kind of hard to represent an absence of something, especially when you're only implying it and not even directly showing it, but it's not impossible. there's a lot of characters that you could argue are aroace coded the same way you could argue a character is gay coded. obviously to a degree every queer identity gets disrespected in fandom and it's something you just kinda have to deal with, but it's easier to notice when it's something you personally relate to. I don't think it would bother me as much if we didn't have that unofficial "respect the canon" rule and everyone just went wild with whatever, but the double standard does genuinely hurt me, especially when I see people I thought were cool about this stuff participating in it. so whenever I see someone fiercely defending an asexual character it really makes me feel good, like I'M being defended, not a random fictional character that I might not even recognize the name of. I feel safe, like that person will respect ME.

THAT BEING SAID,

AS a sex-repulsed aroace person who enjoys thinking about the entire spectrum of intimacy and where a character may fall exactly on that spectrum, ALSO as a person who is aware that "asexual" simply means "does not experience sexual attraction" and not necessarily "is violently repulsed by anything sexual", sometimes I DO want to play out scenarios for my own enjoyment. sometimes I DO want to think hm I wonder where this ace character's line is, compared to a different ace character. I wonder if there is anyone who would be an exception for them, and how they could go about dealing with that exception. I wonder if they're favourable, neutral, or repulsed. if those aspects of their character aren't explicitly stated then what's to stop me from playing around with them and working through my own issues in a controlled and non-canon environment? if they have the same identity as me, I am way more likely to want to play around with them like a doll and perhaps play out scenarios that I might have thought about before but don't actually want to do for real. I'm not taking away their identity, after all; I'm just, in this scenario, imagining this ace character as an ace that might have sex on at least one occasion for whatever reason. either just to try it, or because they do have someone they'd make an exception for, or if they got bored enough, whatever the reason. it isn't quite disrespecting their truth unless it's explicitly stated either in canon or by word of god that it's something they're uncomfortable with. and to be honest, if I see another asexual creator headcanoning a character as somewhere on the asexual spectrum and depicting them in sexual situations, it makes me almost happy, to know that they're still acknowledging that character's canon identity and accepting and exploring the nuance that could come with it, even if I personally believe that this specific character would be repulsed instead of neutral or favourable. there's this understanding of "I'm doing a character study exploration thing", and not "I don't care I just wanna sexualize this character"

but I literally feel GUILTY when I want to write what is essentially a thinkpiece disguised as a fanfiction or original story on asexuality and take an asexual character (canon or coded) and involve them in sexual situations to explore different avenues of the spectrum. I feel like I'm betraying everyone who's like me and is frustrated with how aroace characters are treated within fandom. I'm like "am I being just as bad as those other people who will disrespect a character's canon sexuality just because they think that character is hot and want to ship them with someone? do they do the same thing with other types of queer characters? how does this reflect that person's view of people, if they're explicitly told someone feels a certain way and decides to ignore it for their own amusement? or is it just because they're fictional and not real people and I'm being really sensitive and thinking way too much into it? am I not doing the exact same thing? do I have more credence to explore scenarios like this because I am aroace and sex-repulsed myself and therefore have a pass to do whatever I want and it won't come off as a little weird the way it might if someone who's allosexual did it?"

and these two opinions are at war in my mind constantly. like both of them can and do co-exist but I still struggle to accept that lol

[someobsessionrequired]

OP Characters Favorite ways to cuddle!

Ft. Kid, killer, Heat

KID!

Oh boy, I hope you are not the type to have to get up throughout the night, because there is no moving away from this man!

Most nights will end with you pulled onto his chest, head pressed against his shockingly soft bisep and arm wrapped snuggley around you

His hand rests against your upper thigh, this hold might come across as gentle in the moment but the second you attempt to wiggle out of this position it's almost as though his body reacts on it's own, pulling you in tightly against him

Best of luck to anyone who does need to get up in the middle of the night because this man sleeps like a boulder. If a ship was to appear in the distance this man would sense it within an instant snapping awake, but the second it's you thrashing in his arms saying his name and fighting against his hold ...no dice

On particularly rough nights the position changes up drastically

He will press your back against his chest wrapping himself in around you, large arm resting in front of your body holding you close

He really is a softy and only really cares about holding you close even on the hottest nights against both your better judgments

Speaking of, this man runs hot...and I mean hot! porthole window cracked open is an often must for both your sake

KILLER!

Oh this sweet man! He is such a cuddly dude once you get him to open up

First while of sharing a bed is awkward because this man refuses to take off the mask, and don't push him to otherwise the things never coming off

He loves to hold you close when you sleep often spooning you

He will have you laying against his chest, one arm under your head with you either laying on his upper bicep on just under his arm, his other arm resting around your form

The arm wrapped around you moves in soothing patterns on your body, he never is the first to sleep and will always make sure you are relaxed and taken care of before he submits to sleep

After some time he will remove the mask for bed, and aside from the pure distraction of how gorgeous this man is the next biggest issue will be the hair

As gorgeous as this man's hair is it doesn't take long to realize the mask was the only thing holding it in place, often just as you're starting to drift off killer will dip his head in closer to yours holding you tighter, intern large portions of his hair spilling over into your face

This man is a light sleeper, which in theory is great if you need to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night... but this man is also clingy as hell when he's tired, often getting up with you and waiting outside the bathroom door just to sweep you back up into bed

HEAT!

Another absolutely cuddly boy! He is the type who is always down for a cuddle often leading to the two of you sneaking off just to have a nap in a hammock

When the two of you settle into bed at the end of the night it becomes an entanglement of Limbs quickly

There is absolutely no consistency in which the two of you sleep, often you find yourself playing rag doll as heat slots different limbs at strange angles holding you close

Absolutely the type to mutter on about nothing and everything as he gets tired, mindlessly running his hands though your hair and rubbing soothing patterns on your back

Due to his powers this dude runs hot as hell, but will whine about opening the porthole because he's 'Freezing' for some strange reason even though his body temperature feels warm he himself seems to run cold

Another difficult one to wake up, once he's out there is no amount of shuffling away from him that will wake him up

If anything he just pulls you in tighter, however a simple mutter of his name will wake him out of a dead slumber

Writters Note!

Hehe should I do more of these? If so who?

Requests are open for anything! I will write for most One Piece Characters!!

[yooglefics]

Reveal — Part three: celebrating

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader )  Wordcount: 4,513 words Genre: 18+ / smut. mdni! remember to not use fics as your only source of sex ed.  Summary: Your birthday celebration takes a turn when Jungkook forgets to uninvite a particular guest. Part 3 of Recording & Editing. Read it in that order for context. More warnings under read more.

Includes: 3k words of just smut. Mentions of posting / selling sex content. Dirty talk. Use of pet names ( baby, doll, good girl? ). Fingering ( f ), Oral sex ( f and m ). Frottage. Cum play? A bit of overstimulation? Possessive Yoongi because Reveal!Yoongi is just like that and I can't do anything about it. It's true, I tried.  Author's note: Okay, I think this is actually the last one for this. A trilogy is fine, right? But also don't quote me on that because clearly I can't seem to know how to stop writing this pair and I'm watching Jungkook from a distance like 👀 but shhh Which speaking of, I was thinking and if you want to know more about the characters in this verse specifically, you can send an ask with “( reveal!verse )” at the beginning, maybe specify if you want it to be answered ic with “( @ reveal!theirname )” , and a question or whatever you want to say. Idk, thought it could be fun~ Also, I made a post with different options for tag lists in case anyone is interested. You know, for future projects and stuff. But don't feel preassure to request it, and thank you for following this mini series. Anyway. I hope you like this and if you do please remember to comment, reblog, ask, follow, and whatnot. And again, thank you for reading <3

“You know, you could reply instead of just staring at it,” Jungkook says, over your shoulder.

You're sitting in your living room, phone in your hand with the audio post on screen. There was no way of denying you were caught, you had already embarrassed yourself by acting like a schoolgirl when telling him about SugaD leaving a comment.

“But what if I say something dumb and he deletes it?”

“Why would he do that? He thinks you're cute,” he teases.

“The cutest,” you correct, silly smile on your face once again. 

“See. You should shoot your shot and talk to him, he clearly is interested in you too,” he winks, finally walking around the couch to sit at your side, fresh bowl of popcorn on his lap.

“But it's all so crazy. I don't even know how he found my page, he only follows big creators.”

“Well, he asked me.”

“What?”

“He asked who you were,” his Bambi eyes blink at you, fear creeping on his soft expression, “I… don't kill me, please.” He moves away from you and that makes you turn to him, leg over the couch and phone forgotten.

“Jungkook? What did you do?” All the scenarios go through your mind, imagining the worst. He told him you kind of have a big old crush on him even if you have never seen his face? Did he tell him about the joke of suing him because he is so—

“And I was busy so I thought, you know, he works with music and edits his own content and it seemed like a good idea,” he is talking so fast and you realize you missed the beginning of it, but before you can ask him to start over he just burst it, “so he edited it.”

“He what?”

“The audio. Your audio. He edited it.”

“My… audio.” The audio you're sure included the start of his video.

Fuck.

Shit.

That's so much worse.

You should delete your account. Delete yourself. You want to move to another country and change your name. 

“Fuck.”

“I'm sorry. I should have asked you, but I figured…” he trails off, coming closer again. “I just… I didn't think it was a big deal because… well, I didn't know he was gonna subscribe to you. He only subscribes to people he is friends with and I know he doesn't even watch their stuff.”

You can tell he is trying to make you feel better, and although you appreciate the effort, everything is confusing. Does that mean he wants to be friends? But he doesn't watch his friends's content so… no friends?

“Fuck.” You murmur again.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook asks softly, worrying the ring on his bottom lip. 

“I… don't know.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No. Let's finish the movie.”

But you can concentrate for the rest of it, and know that you'd have to watch it again another time in case your friend brings up something important about the plot. But now, the only thing in your head is theories about what you're going to do about that one particular comment and, again, you consider just deleting the whole thing.

Jungkook invites you the next weekend to the restaurant, it's his free day but he tells you he can get you the birthday special even if it’s one day early and he can even sing for you. You tell him you are only going if he doesn't make a whole thing out of it. You'd wear the birthday hat and blow out the candles, but if he dares to bring more attention to you, you actually will kill him.

He believes you. 

And so, here you are. Sitting in a booth in front of Jungkook and Hanna, your best friend. Big chocolate cake in front of you that they insisted on getting because “you can have it for dessert for the next week and think about how much we love you”, and also because you love chocolate.

“Sorry. Am I late?” A voice behind you interrupts the end of the birthday song, your smile falling because you could recognize it anywhere, and the fact that he is here makes you panic.

“Oh, shit… ah…” Jungkook stumbles over his words, even comes close to knocking his drink. “Sorry. Hi.” He greets the guy and throws an apologetic look your way. “This is my friend Yoongi.”

“Oh, hi. I'm Hanna and didn't know we were waiting for someone, but good thing we got a big cake, uh?” she jokes and looks at you. She does that whenever you're around people and you don't talk, her way of making you feel included. 

But right now you want to disappear. Birthday crown and all. Maybe take the cake too.

“Hi,” you say timidly, eyes on Jungkook instead.

“I…” he starts, remorseful look on his face as he explains, “invited Yoongi last week, didn't want to third wheel with you two.”

“Oh, that's fun! Well, you want to sit there or should I move?” Hanna proposes and you're about to say she should come to your side even if that means Jungkook has to stand up too, but Sug— Yoongi speaks faster.

“I’ll sit here. Is that okay?” 

You only nod, scooting to your right to make space for him. To not be so close he notices how nervous he makes you just with his presence.

He smells nice. Fresh and woody at the same time, and is only overwhelming because is him. Because a lot of things about him are a mystery still and you are about to unlock them all right now.

“Those are cute,” Hanna says.

“Ah, yes. I… these are for you,” a bouquet is presented on your line of vision. Is not big nor too much, the perfect size to be a nice present and it lets you admire the flowers’ beauty. “Happy birthday.”

“You didn't have to.”

“You don't like it?” If you weren't so focused on your own nerves you'd have noticed the ones on his voice.

“I do.” You quickly say. It's cute. The lavender mixed with two types of white flowers you don't recognize but you love the look of, mostly the one that looks like little stars. “Is really pretty. Thank you.”

“I'll bring you a drink,” Jungkook says, and looking at him you know he needs one himself. You could actually kill him after this.

“Wait, where is the restroom?” Asks Hanna and your eyes lift from your present so fast your neck almost hurts, but she is quickly disappearing in the direction Jungkook points her to.

And that's what you get for keeping everything a secret from your best friend. Karma as its finest.

“Pff,” you breathe, sinking into your seat. 

“I can go if you want me to,” Yoongi says softly at your side.

“What? No, no is—” you try to explain is not him. Nothing is wrong actually. Everything is perfect and you're totally not freaking out.

“You haven't looked my way,” does he sounds hurt? “Is alright. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just thought… I don't know. JK invited me weeks ago and then I found out who you were,” you cringe at that, knowing he most likely means when he listened to your audio. “I figured I'd take the chance and meet you.”

“Why? I mean. Don't you feel uncomfortable because of the…” finishing your sentence feels unnecessary and saying it at loud is embarrassing.

“The fact that you watch my videos?”

“I swear I only watched like three and I don't do that with all of them is just— Are you laughing?” Finally you turn to him, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Sorry, sorry. But is that supposed to make me feel better?” 

You don't answer. 

“Of course I don't mind.” He leans in, "If you sound that cute, I'll let you watch all of them for free.”

Breath caughts on your throat, looking at him with big round eyes. His face is right there and you try to take it all in. Clean shaved, jawline not too harsh and with soft features, crested moon shaped brown eyes, pink lips, and the way they curve up when he catches you staring at them.

“I don't want to go, but if you want me to, I'll do it.” he backs out, and somehow you can tell he is genuine.

“Stay.”

After dinner and some chatting, Jungkook offers to drive Hanna home and Yoongi takes you to his place. It’s fancy, looks like taken out of a magazine and you tell him exactly that. He asks you if you want to judge his room too and with a laugh you tell him yes, because honestly, you're curious now.

You tell him it doesn't look too cozy and suggest investing in a nice blanket, he raises an eyebrow at you and finally you confess you're an interior designer by day. He tells you he is a music producer. And then you talk about how and why each of you decided to join OF and what kind of things you have discovered you like during that journey.

“Interesting,” he says when you confess you started following him because of a hand picture you saw somewhere else. He has been playing with your fingers while you lay on his bed, is relaxing and you don’t mind at all. “You said you were going to sue me, should I even be this close?” 

“Oh my—” you pull away, covering your face. And he laughs. “Go away.”

“No, c'mon. It's cute.” He tries to turn your body to its side, but you don't give in. “Look at me, please.”

“No. I can't.”

“Why?”

“Because no.”

He laughs again, hand on your hip, “Baby, please?” Head shake is your answer, “I'm sorry. Should I confess something too?” 

“Yes.”

“Let's see,” he props himself on his elbow, looking at you even if you are still covered. “I knew about you before the audio.”

“You did?”

“Well, Jungkook talks about you all the time and I was curious. I think it was the third time you guys collabed that I saw a picture and he mentioned your name on his page.”

“Which picture?” You ask, uncovering half your face to look at him, he smiles.

“The one with the books. You were holding one in front of you.”

You remember that. Like all your pictures with Jungkook, it was suggestive more than anything and in that one the pose made it look like you were touching yourself.

“And now I know what you sound like doing that,” he teases, “wonder if I'd be lucky enough to see it someday.”

“You've to stay subscribed and see,” is your turn to have fun.

“Should I make another instruction video for you?” or maybe not. And before you cover yourself again, he holds your wrist, bracelet digging a little on your skin but not enough to actually hurt. “Don't. Let me see you.”

“Yoongi…”

“Fuck. Don't say my name like that,” is only half joking, but he knows you can tell he wants you just as much. “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod and his lips touch yours in a millisecond. They are soft, but his movements are quick, and soon his tongue is asking for permission to enter your mouth. With a moan, you granted happily and hungry to taste him. 

His hand goes back to your waist, only resting before squishing it gently. Your own hand traveling to his nape and bringing him closer, your chests touching.

In need of air you break the kiss, and instead of stopping, his mouth keeps working down your jaw and neck, “ohh…” you try to breathe, throwing your head back just enough to give him space. It feels so good you don't want to stop.

And he doesn't. He continues until he reaches the fabric of your dress, covering your chest. He imagines your little gold collar he saw in some pictures. He thinks about buying you one on silver to match his own jewelry or buying a chain for himself the color of yours. Anything would do, he just wants you to be his and for people to know.

“W-wait,” your voice brings him back, and he stops immediately, “don't leave marks. At least not visible.”

“Okay, I can get creative.” A wink seals his promise and his hand moves to the buttons in the front of your dress, his lips following soon behind to attach themselves to the exposed skin. To your breast. He licks and kisses and when he reaches your nipple he flicks his tongue a few times. 

That gets a good reaction from you, but he still asks “You like that?” because it does good to his ego and the mid-erection on his pants.

You nod between whimpers and can feel his laugh through his chest resting on your stomach, “is that enough?” You look at him, the lust on his eyes and his stupid smirk on his lips when he frees your abused skin from his mouth, leaving a bruise on your breast. “Is my tongue enough to make you cum, doll?” 

And your pussy answers for herself. Legs impossibly close in search of some friction and, of course, Yoongi noticed.

“You need something?”

“P-please…”

“Tell me. I'll give you anything, baby.” His voice is raspy like on the videos you watch alone at night. Except is not through a screen and is actually directed to you. Is everything you wanted while touching yourself and for a second you wonder if it's really happening.

Running your hand through his hair you look at him, now lower on the bed and playing with the bottom of your dress while he waits for a sign between your folded legs, cheek against your thigh, letting you catch your breath. 

“Yoongi?” 

“Hmm?” his hand stops on your leg, heavy and warm.

“Touch me, please.”

And you don't have to tell him twice. His hands roam your body, while he leaves kisses here and there. Too desperate to finish unbuttoning it, the bottom of your dress gets pooled at your waist, revealing the lilac lingerie he saw a picture of the other day. 

“So pretty,” he whispers, fingertips traising the embroidered details. It makes you shiver. “Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” His movements travel south to the patch over your entrance, and you respond just as he expects, moaning.

And before you can get used to that, his tongue is on you, flat over the wet and thin fabric. “Can't wait to taste you properly,” sounds a lot like a promise.

Biting your lip, you contemplate asking him to hurry, to give you anything. To get rid of all of your clothes yourself.

But he knows exactly how to drive you crazy. 

Moving your panties to the side with the help of his left hand, the fingers on his right one make an appearance again. Collecting your wetness and using it to rub over your pussy, only applying little pressure at first. Moans echo throughout his room once again, louder and this time in the company of a couple groans from him when he finally pushes in. 

“O-oh… oh my,”

“That's it. Let me hear your pretty sounds,” he encourages, letting you get used to the sensation before adding another one, his eyes on you the whole time. In the way you lick your lips before moaning, the way your hips move towards his hand asking to be fucked, the way your pussy wraps around his fingers. 

“...more.” Is barely a whisper but he hears it, smiling at you.

“Want more? Is not enough?”

“Need you, please” 

And how can he say no to you when you look at him that way. Like he is the only one that can give you what you need, how you want. 

His head disappears between your legs, mouth watering at the thought. He can't even deny he was waiting for you to ask him to eat you out, he would do it in a second, whenever you want, because “oh, god, you taste so sweet.” 

Feeling your legs closing he holds them back, pushing them against your torso with his free hand and squishing your soft skin just as tight as you are doing to his fingers. Thinking about how much force he would need to apply to leave a mark.

“F-fu… fuck. It, it feels so good, please.”

He is proud, lips curving lightly but without wanting to pull away to smile properly. His tongue laps at your entrance alongside his fingers, moving faster and faster, against that spot that makes your body tremble and makes the knot at the bottom of your abdomen want to scream.

“Please, please, please…” 

And he knows what that means. Knows you're close and just need a little push, and he gives it to you in the form of a “Cum for me, baby.”

And you do. Head back and pussy tight around him, legs closing and hand pushing him away when his tongue keeps working, overstimulating and catching all that you give him.

“Oh… my…” you breath. Legs still shaking but feet finally on the mattress again. 

He is standing at the end of his bed, one hand pushing his long hair back and the other unbuckling his belt, eyes on you while he takes you in. “Was that good?” He asks, you nod and he smiles matching yours. “Great. You deserve it.” 

“You want some help with that?” 

“What do you want?” Yoongi throws back, “You’re the birthday girl, after all.”

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, thoughts filled with ideas of the things you had wished to be able to do before, you watch him get rid of his jeans and boxers, his dick on full view for you. Only you. “Can I suck you off?”

Obviously, he can't say no, so he nods and you are quick to stand up, legs still feeling a bit weak after your orgasm, but it isn't a problem because as quick as your dress falls completely to the floor, you're kneeling in front of him, between his legs and hands on his tights.

You watch him stroke himself a couple times through gritted teeth, his other hand coming to cup your cheek as you get closer to his length. Saying you had been waiting for this wouldn't be an exaggeration, and without breaking eye contact you stick your tongue out, touching the blush tip slowly. 

He sighed, as if he was, too, relieved at the contact. “So pretty.” 

You push his hand away, taking his hardened length into your hand, only realizing then how big he actually is.

Tapping his dick on your tongue gets you a groan from him and you hum as you wrap your lips around the head, circling your tongue around it inside your mouth before letting go. He smiles at you, his chest moving fast as his breathing increases and his eyes are filled with lust. Your hand moves up and down when your mouth is not working, still wanting him to feel good.

Preparing yourself, you get closer again, taking more in and closing your eyes, adjusting to the girth. 

“Fuck,” he moans, thumb softly stroking your face as his hand moves to the back of your neck when you imitate the previous movements of your hand, going up and down, taking more and more into your mouth. “Y-yeah, just like that.”

The encouragement helps the feeling on your lower abdomen to build in again, pussy squeezing around nothing and moaning around his dick, making Yoongi clench his jaw, bucking his hip up, and letting his grip go only at the last second. He wants to fuck your mouth so bad. Only watching your lips around him is driving him crazy and you feel oh, so warm. 

“So pretty, doll,” he compliments as you try to keep your eyes on him as much as possible, only closing them when he hits the back of your throat. 

You come up, catching your breath as you let your hand do some more work. Collecting your spit and rubbing your thumb on his sensitive tip. He reacts just as you expect, groans and head tilted back slightly, with his hands on either side gripping the black sheets. And that gives you an idea. 

“Can you…” eyes are on you immediately, but you wish they weren't because that makes you shy and is even more difficult to ask.

“Tell me, baby.” He pleads, “I'll give you anything, just ask.”

But is easier to show than tell, and your fingers grab around one of his wrists, positioning his hand on the back of your head. “Just… hold it.” 

“Fuck.” He has to inhale quickly before nodding, are you reading his mind? “tap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?”

A nod of your own, licking your lips before taking his dick in your mouth once again, the simple weight of his hand being enough to encourage you to take more in and staying there a bit longer before bobbing your head.

Yoongi alternates between letting you follow your own peace and holding you down for a few more seconds every once in a while, finally letting himself slam his hips more harshly against your mouth and the back of your throat. His moans fill the air as he pushes into you. “feels amazing… you take my cock so well.” You hum, making his hips fuck into you at the vibration, increasing the tension on his lower abdomen. “Such a good girl.”

“I could fuck your pretty mouth all night,” he goes on, looking down at you and all the mess you've created between his legs. “Oh f-fuck. What a beautiful sight.” opening your eyes makes the view even better, and he holds your head down, making you gag around his dick, “ah… ah…” he lets go, not wanting to come just yet.

And it might be the first time you see him and his beautiful dick in person, but SugaD’s last video is fresh on your mind, —how could it not after the anxiety of him finding out— so you remember he likes to hold back. And is hot. But he is right, is your birthday celebration and you don't want to play by his rules.

“Are you close?” the hoarseness in your voice is surprising for a second, but you don't have time to think about how it's most likely going to hurt tomorrow because he is fixing your hair behind your ears with a devious smile on his beautiful face.

“Want me to come in your pretty mouth?”

“No.” He raises an eyebrow at the quickness of your answer. “I have an idea.”

Standing up, your knees thank you, only realizing then you'll also have to deal with that later, being so in your head while giving head, the weight of having him in your mouth a priority, that you didn't even care until then. 

You're back laying on his bed, pulling Yoongi to be in front of you, between your legs. “Is going to be embarrassingly fast if you ask me to fuck you right now.”

And for a second you consider it. Because he is not saying no and because he looks so good like this, hands reaching down to hold your waist and bring you closer to him down the bed. But you shake your head no. “You ruined my plans today,” feeling the need to justify your pervy desires you explain, “I was supposed to take pics today for my birthday post, so now you have to help.”

“You want me to take pictures of you?” also not saying no, just clarifying, and you can see in the lust of his gaze he likes the idea.

“I want you to do something first,” shyness invades again but looking down at his hardened length is enough to deliver the message, “and then take a picture. If you want.”

Yoongi is close to you again, bending down to kiss you with a “fuck yes, I want to.” His dick is resting over your pelvis, and you can't help the involuntary thrust your own body does. It feels heavy, and warm, and just so perfect. And when he thrust his hips, frotting against yours, you can't take it.

“Y-yoongi,” and he does it again and again, and soon you're cumming by just the feeling and the thought of how would it be to be actually fucked by him, how much would he reach inside you, making you feel so full and “Ohhh… oh”

He holds you and kisses down your neck as you come down your high a second time, before kneeling once more at the end of the bed. “You look so fucking precious, baby,” he notes, hand wrapping around his dick once more.

“You look great too,” you offer, biting your lip before letting honesty take over shyness, “I finally get to see you.”

“You been thinking about it?” He knows exactly what you mean. The reason he cuts it off his videos isn't just for privacy, is to give people something to wish for, to yearn.

You nod.

“Baby wants to see me cum?” Another nod, lost for words, but he is not having it. “Tell me.”

“Yoongi…”

“C'mon, baby. Tell me,” he taps his dick over your clothed pussy. Once, twice. Making your body jump at each touch. He teases the tip over your over-sensitive area and then taps again. Honestly, is hard to tell if he is teasing you or himself, but either works.

“I-I want to see you, please.”

His wrist moves in a faster rhythm, his other hand resting on your leg because he just needs to touch you. “Yeah? I'm going to cum,” he pants, “and you're going to show people how gorgeous you look covered on it.” 

You really don't know how much he loves the idea of that, how much he wants to show the world you let him ruin you, how you whisper “please, please,” as he finishes, head thrown back and your name escaping his lips on a moan, shooting white over your naked stomach.

But you can imagine, his victory smile gives him away. And the way he keeps complimenting you all the while grabbing his phone and snapping picture after picture just confirms it.

But you can judge Yoongi too harshly, it does something to you as well. It helps your confidence and a proud smile matches his as he tells you people are going to hate him if you really post this on your page. And that newfound confidence tells you is going to be the first time you click upload without second-guessing yourself.

[     afterhours(y/n):     Thank you for the birthday wishes!     I indeed got a nice present, don't you think?            [ picture ]                                                                          ]

[    SugaD:     Unbelievable 😻     Can we do something for my birthday too?                                                                                                                   ]

♡ Tag list: @m00njinnie , @sexytholland , @seoullove96 , @thelilbutifulthings , @disneyprincessshuri , @yoongibaybee ,

Thank you so much guys for your interest and support on this little series, I appreciate you 🥺💙

➪ Part one. | ➪ Part two | ➪ Updates for this verse | ➪ Ko-fi

➪ Main masterlist. | ➪ Updates in general | ➪ Request & chats ♡

[glitterbunny]

I am God playing with Barbies. hear me out

Barbies are just lifeless toys. They don't play out a story if the kid, or in this case me, God, isn't playing. the Barbies don't create the story, they don't come up with their world or setting or circumstances, they don't choose which clothes they're going to wear or which other doll they're going to date. I, the player, am the one who gives them a story, a world, choose which clothes and pets and house and partner they're going to have. and they don't have a past either. you're the one who picks whether they're gonna have the same story they did when you played with them the last time, or you can just "restart", give them new names and cars and a different backstory... you can pick EVERYTHING, because you're the one playing with them. they can't change their world, they're DOLLS. and if you got tired of playing with Barbie n1? choose another Barbie. you have a limitless collection of dolls, houses, animals, cars, clothes....

now, if you're the one playing with them, would you be worried about their problems? the ones you created? no! you can solve them or simply ignore them, you're the one who gave them "reality", you came up with them in your imagination and now you're worried?? please... and do you think you're the Barbie??? nope. you're the one playing. you might speak as them, pretend to have their thoughts, you're going to ACT like them, but in the end, they're still a doll and you're still the player. and look how wonderful: if you get tired of playing, you can just stop. you don't need Barbies to exist. you don't need to play forever. you can simply drop them. they're gonna stay there, do nothing, because they're lifeless without you. but you'll still exist, as your true Self.

and when it comes to the feelings. Barbies don't feel scared unless you decide they are. they're dolls. they can watch the most horrible scene ever, and they can be completely blank faced, unless you go and decide "ooh no! she's scared!". scared of what? she's a doll. nothing inside this world can hurt you or do anything to you because it's imaginary. it's fake. it's in Barbie world, the one you created. when a car accident happens(because you decided), does it hurt you or Barbie? and doesn't she has the capacity to walk away completely fine if you decide "nah she didn't get hurt"? aren't you choosing to be aware of that? but you got stuck in your own, created rules. you said "if Barbie gets into a car accident, she'll break her leg or get hurt in some way", but you forgot you decided it. and now you think you're Barbie, and Barbie can't change the rules because it's you who's playing with her, you can change the rules! I'm obviously not encouraging anyone to get into a car accident lol. but you see what I mean? you create the rules for your own game, get too caught up in it, and forget it's just a game, one that you can drop at any time, change the rules, change the characters, the settings, the items... it's all your choice, but unless you see yourself AS THE PLAYER, and not the character being played with, you won't change the game. you're outside of it, not in it. you exist without it. you create it.

[ptsdangeldust]

i generally get the impression that alastor's body is kind of being held together with duct tape.

or, you know, stitches, anyway.

i do think it goes back to the idea of [the thing he's based on] "wearing a person's skin" for sure.

it wouldn't surprise me if the green is important too?? his deal-magic (including the chains around husk) is always green. the stitches here are green. his irises are green, too.

i've heard people talk about how they think the stitches over his mouth are symbolic of him not being able to speak about his own contract but it feels more to me like he's like... bursting at the seams? in a sense?

he's had the stitches when he's in his "true" form before, too. and not just in his face - in his clothes, too.

i do agree he seems to be literally unable to stop smiling. could also be playing on doll / ragdoll type of themes.

also, his power and radio voice effect both immediately disappeared once his mic stand was broken. he could retreat but that was it.

my only real theories that coincide with this at the moment are:

alastor's deal is tied directly to the mic itself. all of his tentacle powers and such (and probably the deal making things) are directly from there. so he's not naturally overlord level; he made a contract to artificially inflate his power. (probably his shadow teleportation thing is his own power, though)

zestial is maybe involved somehow. maybe he's not the one alastor directly struck the deal with, but he's notably both 1) green, and 2) has stitches in his design (on his hat). also, alastor is weirdly cagey and nervous around him and only him, of literally anyone we've seen him interact with thus far.

notably, zestial is also the only one who has the remotest idea where alastor has been. he has a line about alastor falling into "holy hands" in the above scene, which alastor is quick to neither confirm nor deny. zestial also makes a comment about no one quite knowing how alastor got to hell in the first place. veeeery interesting.

the "holy hands" line could bode well for the "alastor's deal is with lilith" theory, though, since we now know lilith has been in heaven this whole time. obviously alastor has had his powers since long before his absence, but he could've maybe been ordered by lilith to come to heaven when she did.

i think the idea that this is not alastor's real body in some way makes a lot of sense with the notion that he "appeared out of nowhere" and already had crazy overlord-conquering powers. if he was already a resident of hell with a different body who had suddenly gained a new appearance and new powers, it would be easy to just act like he had suddenly gotten there. this way it would make him look a lot more legitimate, too.

there's also the X on his forehead in his "true form" where a third eye would be... and X's (over missing eyes, anyway) are associated specifically with angels.

... or, you know, more specifically, exorcists. who are all girls. so if this idea was relevant it'd have to mean one or more of three things: 1) this is an all-angel thing not an exorcist-specific thing, 2) not all exorcists are (or at least always *were*) girls, 3) alastor is trans. i like the latter honestly

could also just be another stitch, too. who knows.

....... i think i'm grasping for straws at this point. anyway. thanks for reading this far LOL i don't have a real conclusion to come to. would love to hear other peoples' thoughts.

[ca-suffit]

I think an important thing to remember when discussing Lestat as a queer icon (since it's a topic on the blog lately) is the fact that he's a queer horror icon. That man was never going to be a good man lol. It's exactly how Dr. Frank-n-Furter is a queer icon despite also being a villain and problematic. It's important to see people that we could relate to or admire in some aspects also be completely terrible, to avoid conflating someone you like with someone you who is good/should be imitated. Especially in the context of domestic violence and abuse in queer relationships. I wish this nuance was more present in fandom, because I don't like how people either treat Lestat like he's just a regular queer icon (as in, they ignore the part that makes him a horror to deal with), or diminish his queerness.

I'm also looking forward to people claiming Louis as a queer icon, I have hopes that it will become a more widespread topic as the show simmers, because I also think that Lestat being heralded as a queer icon in the show comes from decades and decades of him being considered one outside of it. This is the firts time (to my knowledge) that Louis has been compelling to the general public, so I guess with time he'll gain more weight in that discussion. I know it might sound too optimistic, given how black queer characters are usually treated, but I'd rather feel like we can go somewhere with this than feeling dejected.

I would write so many things about Lestat's and Louis' queerness and how they differ and interact and affect their lives and the narrative if I had the time. I'd also like to read/hear more about how Louis' queerness interacts and overlaps with his identity as a black man, so if you (or anyone) have any recs I'll gladly take them.

I think the discussion and even the portrayal of DV in queer (and interracial) relationships is a *huge* one for ppl to sidestep and has been one of the most disappointing things here tbh. we *haven't* seen that explored much in queer stories and it's so fucking *common* irl. there's a *lot* to explore there in so many directions, but ppl skip over that all the time just bcuz they don't want anyone to be "mean" to lestat. u can like things and still discuss and criticize them. as u said, look at the rocky horror picture show and the impact that's had. a lot of queer existence in general is always being "other" somehow, and that's why horror is such a good genre for it. to strip that away bcuz u just wanna play rupaul's drag race with lestat is....I mean, ppl can do what they want on their own, but this collective bullshit of forcing others to conform to this too and thinking ur "right" for doing it is a majority of the reason this fandom sucks. most ppl don't even hate lestat tbh, it's these fans that are the problem. nobody lets anyone meet the story where it's at.

I def think, regardless of what the show ends up becoming as a whole, that amc louis has made a huge impact as a black, queer character in major media. I hope ppl continue to analyze him and be inspired by this character and keep it all rolling forward. nobody expected this to be as good as it was at portraying louis and we're blessed af to have jacob in the part too.

god, I don't remember all the good posts I've seen about louis anymore. I tried to even look but I think most were out of the tags and long ago too. I remember a rly good one talking about claudia's relationship to louis and how he prbly wasn't allowed to play with grace's dolls as a kid, so claudia was kind of his "permission" to do that. it also gives a slightly different perspective to claudia's "doll-like" existence, since this was not something explored in louis in the books or 1994 film.

I feel like, if u or anyone is unfamiliar with james baldwin, reading his stuff will give some irl perspective to amc louis too in various ways. equal in paris is a good S2 companion. I think rolin jones even said giovanni's room was an inspiration for S2 too.

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

How do you write a character that "possessive" vs one that's controlling.

There's a difference between the two, and people need to know!

I'm gonna do my best here, please bear with me anon! I am basing this off of my personal experiences and what my friends have told me over the years, along with my years of reading. I will try to format this in a way that's easy to read, but it won't go very in-depth because I do not have a lot of experience in this specific field.

I will, however, do my best to get the differences across.

A possessive person is someone who, not unlike a dragon, has a deep attachment to things it views as important/theirs.

If you're is at a party with them, and they see you chatting around, they probably won't do anything about it. But they'll watch. If someone gets a little too close, their right there, arm around you, joining the conversation.

A possessive person is someone who sees something, and thinks "mine". What I mean by that is they have their person, and they don't want others thinking that they can have their person too. They don't share well. However, they aren't going to take over your life and be overbearing about everything they do.

It's a tad bit similar to jealousy, in a way. They want their person to be theirs. They don't want to share you with the world, but they will, knowing that in the end, they're who you are coming back to every time.

You might feel a little smothered by them sometimes, but they aren't trying to take over your life. They just want everyone to know that you are with them, and that you aren't looking for a replacement.

A controlling person, however, can show traits of possessiveness, but not in the way you want. If they see you doing anything they will find a way to get involved.

If you go to a party with them, you most likely won't be chatting around and having a good time with strangers. They don't want you to talk to anyone but them, and maybe a few select individuals. They'll keep you nestled close, whispering about how they could never share you with anyone else.

They'll micromanage what you do, finding a way to exert control over your friends, your family, maybe even what you eat in a day. They'll have a schedule for you to follow, things they expect you to do, ways they want you to act.

They are manipulative in order to get what they want out of you, digging their hooks in to keep you under their control.

You'll feel like a token in a board game, something to play with. You might feel like a doll, something for them to dress up and take out, only to be shoved back in your box when they're done. You won't have your autonomy, everything you do gets back to them, and you will feel owned.

[archiveikemen]

'His Cherished Doll' Story Event: Chapter 1

William Rex

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

≪ Setting: Crown Castle Dining Room ≫

I became miniature sized after mistakenly drinking a shrinking potion, and was now surrounded by the members of Crown.

Without having to think twice, I had my eyes on only one man.

Kate: Will, can I leave myself in your care?

William: Oh, of course.

William: I don’t intend to leave the lovely you in anyone else’s hands.

My heart danced at the sight of those red eyes that read my feelings and embraced them.

Kate: … Thank you.

Victor: Ugh… what a fool I am to hope for even just one moment that she would choose me.

Liam: Fufu, that’s too bad, Victor. But you can be rest assured and leave it to Will to take good care of her.

William: Rest assured?

William gently placed me in his palm and kissed me on the forehead.

William: … How’s this?

Kate: Y-Your face is closer to mine than usual… this is bad for my heart.

My lover chuckled, enjoying the situation.

(... Jeez.)

That was the start of my day with my lover who would turn my heart in a mess countless times while protecting me.

…

≪ Setting: Crown Castle Stairs ; Day Time ≫

Kate: Wow… so this is what you always see from your point of view.

William: That’s right. The only difference now is that…

William: You’re usually next to me, but right now you’re perched on my shoulder.

Kate: Fufu, that’s true. It feels refreshing and fun to be on your shoulder.

William: I’m glad you like it there.

(It makes me happy to spend more time near Will than usual because I became miniature sized…)

(Perhaps I don’t mind remaining in this form if it means that I can always be by Will’s side like this.)

Although that was what I thought, there was still an anxious feeling in my heart because I was worried about what would happen if I could never return to my original form.

William: It’s a peaceful day today. The sky is clear, and there are no howling winds. However, there is something lacking… some sounds, perhaps?

(Lacking sound? Oh, is he—)

William: May I take you to a recital? My lovely Thumbelina.

…

≪ Setting: Crown Castle Grand Hall ≫

The jet-black piano stood in the hall, looking as if it had been waiting for Will to play on it.

Will sat down on the stool, his long and beautiful fingers touched the keys.

William: Oh? Is my sole audience for today this princess who’s gazing at me so passionately?

William: Well then, may I have you request a song?

Kate: Hmm… I want to hear the song that you want to play the most right now.

William: Alright… in that case, I think this piece suits the current mood.

His fingers danced across the keys of the piano, creating a beautiful melody that reached my ears.

(K. 265 in C Major… a piece by Mozart.)

It was a music piece I had been practising in secret, hoping to make Will happy.

(I’m so glad… he remembered my clumsy performance from back then.)

William: You know how to play this piece too, right? Come, stand here, don't stay on my shoulder.

Kate: Wh- Whoa…!

My shoes were taken off and I was placed barefoot on the piano keys.

I was stepping on the piano keys with my bare feet, something that was supposed to be humanly impossible.

However—.

William: Kate, is stepping on the keys to play the piano “something you shouldn't do”?

The pair of blood red eyes gazing at me saw right through my desires, revealed them, and pushed me to fulfil them.

— You love doing things you shouldn't, don’t you? Go on, satisfy your desires as you please.

(Truth is, I want to try playing the piano with my feet.)

I stepped on the D key, a low beautiful sound resonated in my heart and eardrums.

Kate: There’s a sound, Will! I can feel it with my whole body!

William: Alright then, let’s play together.

I ran and hopped around the piano keys, playing them in harmony with Will.

It was a messy performance, but my body and heart were brimming with joy.

William: … If it weren't for you shrinking into this form, you never would've experienced playing the piano with your feet.

William: Whenever you lose something, you’ll gain something else eventually. That’s how things work.

(Ah…)

Will easily saw that I was slightly concerned about “not being able to return to my original form”, and removed it with the same ease.

(When you lose something, you’ll gain something else.)

That was what everyone faced in their lives, being in this form didn’t really change a thing.

William: … Kate?

Kate: Oh, nothing…

Kate: I’m just glad I’m your lover… I got that feeling again.

William: That’s a wonderful thought.

Will’s eyes narrowed affectionately as he gently stroked my cheek with his finger.

William: Is there anything else you want?

Kate: I want to be together with you for a long, long time.

William: … (surprised)

William: Pfft, ahaha! Of course, Kate. That’s the plan.

Kate: Oh, right…

William: I just remembered. There’s somewhere I have to go tonight.

William: You’ll come with me of course, right?

…

≪ Setting: William’s Room ≫

I was helping Will get ready in his room.

I sat on top of his head, carefully combing his hair using a comb with intricate gold details.

(Wow… his hair is so silky that there’s almost no need to comb it…)

(And the smell of roses is stronger than usual, it’s making me feel a little dizzy…)

William: You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot. If you like it up there, you can stay there for as long as you want.

William: If you're up there, I’ll never get beheaded.

Kate: It does sound like a good idea to protect you from up here forever… but I’ll give that a miss.

William: Why?

Kate: Because… I won’t be able to see your face that I love very much.

William: Fufu, that would certainly be an emergency.

I asked to be brought down from the top of his head, and hopped onto his desk.

Kate: Speaking of which, where are we headed to tonight?

[0perfectimperfections0]

Would you write a story about maybe Lou and Mandy bonding somewhat, pre-redemption? Maybe they reminisce about their relationship from before the Uglydolls arrived

The tape between her glasses wasn't holding up in a way that made it a permanent solution. She could feel a gap forming in between where the tape was gradually losing its adhesive. The subject of her glasses came up during a conversation with her friends while aimlessly wandering around in her salon. She was getting everything ready to open it that morning.

"Why don't you get new glasses?" Moxy asked as she tested the metal bar of the chair. It pushed up quickly and she found this to be entertaining. Uglydog hopped into the chair with her and LuckyBat pushed up and down on the bar to bring them up and down.

"Because I don't know where to get them at." Lies. She didn't know where to go but she knew who to go to. It wasn't an appealing option.

"Where'd you get those?" She followed up with another question while they played.

That one had Mandy hesitating for a second too long. The Uglies paused in their newfound toy to focus on her. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, not making eye contact. "Lou made them for me."

Silence.

"Oh, like, someone named Louis? Not like, Lou Lou, of course."

"N-No, I mean Lou."

"He knew this whole time you needed glasses?" Moxy asked in a weird mix between a statement and a question.

"Yes," Mandy shrugged. "I just...didn't want you guys going around and telling the other dolls. And the robots are usually around Lou, so...I didn't want you saying anything to him. No one else knew I wore glasses."

"He knew you weren't perfect," Moxy couldn't wrap her head around it. None of them could, by the looks on their faces.

"Yes," Mandy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "but...that was back before he started keeping secrets. Before we both started keeping secrets." She muttered the last part.

"Secrets?" Now they were invested. This was like a hidden story that had yet to be uncovered. A different side to Lou? An unknown friendship between Mandy and him?

This was the moment where she started venting, lost in the memories. She started pacing, staring at the ground where she walked. "Yeah, like, for some reason he never told me he was a prototype. Which is-- I don't get it. Why couldn't he tell me? Did he not trust me? We were friends! I told him -- well, he figured it out -- that I needed glasses and he magically made a pair the next day. A-And whenever he got lost in his thoughts or depressed I was always there for him to talk to. But not once did he mention being a prototype! He didn't tell me he was stuck here. It just seems weird that he would open up about other things but not-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Moxy hopped off the chair, holding her hands up, "you mean to tell me that you and Lou were actually friends? Like for real? It wasn't some manipulation or gaslighting tactic?"

"No, it was real. I think it was...," Mandy held an arm, trailing off as she considered the alternative.

Moxy didn't look convinced. "I think he was tricking you."

"Yeah," UglyDog shook his head, "there's no way he would genuinely be friends with anyone. Not even Ox."

"Right," Mandy pursed her lips, eyes trailing to her feet. A part of her had earnestly believed they were friends. Maybe more than that. But...maybe he had been tricking her the whole time. It was just another lie. Another secret that he had been harboring.

Moxy must have seen the disheartened look on her face, because her own expression softened a little. "I'm not saying it was impossible...but Lou's not exactly...well...someone I would think of as a friend. Not without strings attached."

"Yeah, no, you're probably right." Mandy averted her gaze and went back to one of the styling stations. "Knowing Lou, he probably just wanted my trust or something like that. My adoration." Mandy rolled her eyes, trying to play off what she was mentally thinking. The problem was that she did know Lou. They had been really close friends.

She had gone to his office multiple times before, in the middle of the night, because she knew he would be there passed out over his desk in what would surely make his neck sore the next morning. She'd put his suit jacket over his shoulders and turn off the lamp at his desk before closing the door behind her and heading back to her home.

She'd walk with him around the Institute for hours. The two of them would talk about anything that came to mind. It was obvious he was desperate for some kind of interaction. He was lonely. That much was made obvious to Mandy.

And, looking back on it, the vague "friend" he always referred to that had left him was Ox. She knew about Lou's side of the story, and a part of her was certain that she was the only one that did.

Honestly, to see him get tossed in the air that night and sent off to the washer...she felt like she'd betrayed him, too. He had looked at her with those pleading, heartbroken eyes when he begged for mercy. Despite what he had done to her in the pipe, and what he had been planning on doing...she still felt like turning her back on him had been the wrong choice.

She had tried to convince herself that he deserved it...but something about the look in his eyes still hurt her. After listening to him for two years and being his closest confidante...she could understand, to some extent, why he went down the path he did.

The only reason she had even stayed at the Institute for that long, unlike the normal four or five months, was because of Lou. She had merely told him that because of her poor eyesight, she didn't feel ready to run the Gauntlet. And he had bought it.

She stayed for Lou.

____

Mandy had managed to get the conversation in a different direction for the rest of the time. And while her mind still lingered on what they had said about Lou, she maintained the facade that she had been unbothered by it.

Because it really shouldn't have bothered her.

It was just difficult to keep thinking that when she was walking back home that afternoon, the tape of her glasses just barely visible in the corner of her eyes. The sharp corners where the tape folded over itself to stick was scratching her nose a little.

She wasn't going to ask Lou how he got these glasses. She wasn't going to ask him for a favour. Be it pride or whatever else, she refused to do it. She'd just have to fix the ones she had somehow.

Because maybe her friends were right. He was manipulating her that whole time, maybe to get her to stay. Or to be like the Spy Girls and do his dirty work when it came to getting rid of imperfections.

Lost in those thoughts, she nearly steps on the object in front of her door. She lifts the toes of her shoe up to avoid doing so, looking down curiously at...the pair of glasses.

Face pinched in confusion, she bends down and picks them up. They look identical to the ones she's wearing now. Obviously aside from being broken. Tentatively, she removes the glasses she's wearing and slides the news ones onto her face.

They're perfect.

Mandy can't help the small smile on her face as she adjusts the new glasses.

Maybe their friendship had been real.

[spencerdaze]

'Barbie' is a transgender masterpiece

I'm going to go away from my usual clown related content for this post, but i've watched Barbie twice now, and aside from the movie painting a beautiful portrait about men's rol in feminism as well as reivindicating being a mother is ok, the movie has proven to be a transgender masterpiece in many ways, just like Barbie as a figure! Buckle up because this is going to be a long, long post.

For startes, fashion dolls, and specifically Barbie as the most important of them, has been a queer icon more than a feminist icon. Feminism has distanced itself from Barbie as a figure because her representation of womanhood was faulty (something i disagree on, since Barbie was a powerful successful woman who didn't let that make her not be interested in fashion and other feminine hobbies and interests!!), but the queer community has, i feel, a different appreciation for Barbie as a character and doll. Gay men, drag queens and transfemme folks mostly share memories of playing with Barbie and dreaming, via the doll, about the lifes we could have as adults. Barbie was a very important role for many drag queens who loved the glamour and fashion, it helped gay men relate to female friends who where more friendly and safe (usually although not always) than other boys, and it helped us trans women and femme enby folks to distance ourselves from the masculinity society tried to force on us. Barbie has also proven to be an icon for lesbians since, i mean, nobody ever bought a Ken doll, and even for some trans men who used Barbie dolls transitioned into boy dolls to enact heteroromantic fantasies! The union between Barbie and feminism is a faulty one, and i can't blame the feminist movement for it, but the relationship between Barbie and the queer community is very real and strong. It's no surprise that many trans women and drag queens use the term 'doll' to refer to themselves, or that Ken has always been a sort of feminine and, let's be honest, queer man.

So how is the new Greta Gerwig Barbie movie transgender ? Well, Barbie herself, as a protagonist, is such a real transfemme experience! Barbie moves from Barbieland to the real world, learning what it really is to be a woman in the real life world of California, much like many trans women have to look at the world around them to learn and internalize their new lifes at the beginning of their transitions. Barbie also says, explicitly, that she doesn't have a vagina, or genitals, and by the end of the movie she decides to turn into a human, and goes to her gynecologist, which implies she went from not having a vagina to having one. Isn't this the most trans thing ever ?? Of course there are some problematic implications in this reading of the movie, because Barbie turns into 'a real woman' and gets a vagina, which is not what being a real woman is, but i also think this is a very powerful messaging. Consider also some minor details like the fact the color palette used for Barbie is one with blue and white added to her always bright Barbie Pink, which isn't odd since Barbie has used this combo before, but it cannot be a coincidence. Barbie going from a hyperfeminine woman to a more laidback woman is also very parallel to a lot of trans women's experiences, since many of us behave and are hyperfeminine from an early stage in our transitions because of dysphoria but then we become more comfortable in ourselves and realize that we don't own anyone hyperfemininity (even though i am, still, a hyperfeminine woman, but it's more in my own terms of femininity!!) Of course, we also have Hari Neff, a trans actress, as a Barbie in Barbieland, which is amazing, and in one scene we see that, in the Mattel headquarters, there's a small transgender sign in the wall, which is subtle, but still there.

This movie has so many queer undertones and experiences, showing Ken dolls that were queer coded in the market like Magic Ring Ken and also proving how patriarchal relationships between men are very homoerotic in a way, which is shown in how Ken interacts with other Kens and viceversa. Weird Barbie is also a very much queer character, being played by a lesbian actress, and i feel like the movie is so campy and has such an aesthetic that reminds us of queer movies like But I'm a Cheerleader. We also have to aknowledge the references to big queer favourite and queer films like Matrix and Wizard of Oz. I think this reading of the movie is definetly plausible and i hope to hear some of your thoughts!

[streets-in-paradise]

Their Princess - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by @tealady556

" Hey can you write one where Andy and reader having a kid thanks!"

Sure, and sorry it took me so long. Andy being a dad is such a lovely concept i love to be writing this. Hope the fluff will compensate for the delay :)

Warnings: Dad Andy fluff 💕 I decided the kid will be a little girl just because I love too much the idea.

Summary: As your child grows up it is your challenge as parents to find a way of combining the developmental freedoom she needs with all the safety precautions against Chucky. Andy is very concerned about it, but her peculiar understandment of the situation will surprise him.

Tags: @barclaysangel

Looking back, the life Andy managed to build with you seemed like the most improbable dream. He turned his prison into a home, changing loneliness for a wonderful family. Everything Chucky said he would never achieve, he had it. Mortified by his lies, he once got to believe he was too undesirable to find a partner, or just too broken to be around anyone else but him. Breaking the isolation brought him amazing news: he could be wanted, loved and even cherished beyond his romantic relationship with you. Unlike Chucky, he didn’t have a magic wand to make all his problems disappear, but having all of that made a huge difference. 

Becoming a father was the biggest challenge he had ever faced. To the standard fears of any parent, he had to add the never resting threat of the killer doll with a preference for being an intergenerational curse for his most hated families. However, the bliss was stronger than the doubts and he would see it with each day of watching your little one grow.

Finding the balance between his justified hypervigilance and the freedoom her development required was getting harder once she stopped being a baby, but there was no doubt he was an amazing dad who adored his child. The love you felt for him kept growing more and more since she came to your lives, watching them play was your happy place. Even when you would join the games, you were always finding yourself in awe observing him challenging himself to make her happy.

Andy Barclay, the man who lost his childhood to an abuser hidding inside his toy, could be found happyly playing with your daughter and the toys you got her. Sometimes it would give you the impression of some compensation going on in their playtime, her dad and his inner child both participating of it.

Living in contact with nature made her adquire a fascination for the wildlife of the woods and a preferrence for the Disney Princesses associated with that enviroment. Her favorite was Aurora, from The Sleeping Beauty. The three of you cassually watched the old film once on a rainy day and she never let it go.

It probably didn't help that the princess hidding in a small cottage to escape the rage of a witch who hated her parents lived as a peasant under a different name that resembled hers. She would play pretend to be Briar Rose so often that you ended up getting her a costume she could put on to improve the experience.

Through her playing you also got to understand that Rose wasn't completely blind to the reason for her father's worry. She got a chance to completely expose it to both of you during the discussion of a big milestone. She was invited for a sleepover at a friend's house, something normal to most children, but Andy was too preoccupied to let her go.

" I don't know the family enough and I haven't been in their house … How many toys she has? Have you seen them all? What if she has friends, siblings or cousins bringing their own toys and Chucky shows up in the hands of one of them? What if he sneaks inside the house in the middle of the night knowing I will not be there to protect her? "

You held his hand and began to play with his hair trying to calm him down while translating his speculations to your girl.

" What dad means is that we are not sure if you sleeping so far away from us is a good idea. "

She was a bit dissapointed, but that didn't mean she didn't understand it. Andy hated to see the evident letdown and couldn't help wondering if that was how his mother felt trying to make him understand why she couldn't buy him a Good Guy during the morning of his sixth birthday.

However, his little one did provide him bits of her own reasoning.

" I know, I know. If I leave the woods the witch doll will find me and put me to sleep. "

Her father looked at her in disbelief, then redirected his attention to you as if he seeked for an answer to what he just heard, but you were as clueless as him.

You both have told her about Chucky, but didn't expect she would be bringing it up in her own terms.

" Is that how you see him, Rosie? " Andy wondered out loud, encouraging her to keep talking. " Like the curse of the Sleeping Beauty? "

" Maleficent. " She corrected him, starting a childish ramble. " She cursed her to hurt her family, she wanted her gone but Merrywheater changed the curse so she would be just sleeping. That's why Aurora lived in the woods, so she won't find her, but then Maleficent saw her in the castle and put her to sleep on her birthday just like the curse said ... Isn't that what Chucky does? He tried to make you sleep on your birthday."

He couldn't believe the innocent brillance of what he was hearing from her. It showed perfect understandment of the situation wrapped in the fantasy of a fairytale.

" So you understand that Chucky uses dolls the same way Maleficent cursing the spinning wheel, ríght? " He tried to follow her, presenting his point from another angle. " I'm nervous about the dolls other people have the same way Aurora's dad was about the spinning wheels on his kingdom. "

" Dad acts like that because he wants to protect you from the curse of Chucky. " You added, providing the conclussion. " He is not a King, so he can't get the Good Guy dolls banned from the country like King Stephan did forbidding his subjects from having spinning wheels. "

The sweet little girl seemed genuinely concerned for him, as if putting things on the language of the story would make her see it clearer.

" Don't worry, daddy! I have my good fairy aunts . "

" We live here with you and I don't see any fairies. " Andy recalled. " Since i'm not a real king, I never needed to leave you under the care of a fairy."

The refutation didn't seem to worry her at all.

" Aunt Kyle and Aunt Nica come to visit me. "

It was a heartwarming occurence, but he didn't want to encourage it. Touched as you both were, you still had to explain her the bad concecuencies it could have if she would say it during one of their visits.

" You should never call Nica your aunt. " Andy cutted her off. " It can upset her. "

The warning made her a little sad.

" … Maybe she doesn't want to be my aunt."

Her sudden sadness fearing herself unwanted by a loved one was breaking your heart.

" It's not that, she loves you. " You tried to explain her because you knew it was too much for him. " … But once upon a time, she was the fairy aunt of another princess Chucky wanted to curse. Her parents weren't as carefull as we are, they didn't know about it and they weren't paying attention. Her aunt tried to save her, but she couldn't revert it the way Merrywheater did. He did put her to sleep, but that princess never woke up and her castle is empty. Now Nica feels too sad to be called aunt again, even if she feels like your aunt. "

The fate of Alice was the combination of all his worst fears. As a father he began to feel haunted by her suffering more than ever. Andy would tell himself over and over that he taught his girl well, that Rose was better prepared and had loving parents that knew better and won't let Chucky rope her. Still, he himself had a wonderfull mother and that wasn't enough to stop it.

She needed to form friendships, the only constant on every tale was a lonely kid surrounded of grown ups.

" Tell you what, sweetheart? We can offer your friend to make the sleepover here. " He proposed out of sudden. " I can take the deer off the wall and hide anything else she may find weird. She can stay for the whole weekend and we will take you for a walk so you can show her all the cute animals you love to salute. "

The illusion transformed her expression, she was all smiles for him again.

" Really?"

He tried to act cassually, but the difference meant the world to him.

" Sure, clever girl. Problem solved."

She hugged him, excitement making her cling tíght.

" THANK YOU, DADDY!! YOU ARE THE BEST!! "

Andy picked her up and kissed her forehead.

" You are welcome, honey. " He lovefully replied. " Just give me some time to fix the place because i want to impress our guest. You know? Not many people think i'm as great as you see me. Many get scared of me because they don't know of everything I told you or they don't believe it. "

She surprised him once more with a lovely comeback.

" I love you, dad. You scare the monsters away."

You could tell he was holding back tears of joy, but you were already crying. Once you found a while to speak about it you were all over him, fulling him of congratulations, but he wasn't convinced of deserving those.

" Mom always says she is a lot like me, and she is ríght. i don't want her to grow up alone and in fear. " He confessed himself with you. " She sees herself as a lonely girl hidding from the curse of a witch by living in a cottage, who later falls for the very first guy she sees. Maybe my obsession for protecting her makes her vulnerable, maybe i'm doing everything wrong."

You chuckled with skepticism, then replied.

" You are forgetting our Rosie is not some common bitch. She is the daughter of Andy Barclay: original victim, long lasting Chucky hunter and professional cult deprogrammer. You have been talking kids out of it since at least your late teens and that experience is reflected in your parenting. She has just proven you that she bewares of Chucky even if she has never meet him yet and that is a world of difference. To get inside, kids have to open the door for him and hers is very closed. "

" Let's make the common agreement of never showing her the Maleficent movie. " He joked, following you. " She is so clever, it never stops amazing me. "

The pridefull smile on his face was making you melt with tenderness.

" Got it from her dad … "

" With your imagínation. " He corrected you. " I don't recall to have ever been so creative."

" Your self implemented security systems say otherwise, love. " You insisted, seeking to make him feel as good as you felt with him. " … And remind me what was the last thing our girl asked we should get her for her birthday?"

" A bow, she saw it in Brave.We had to talk her out of it because she is still too little and she kept saying that princesses shoot with bows. She could have asked for a Merida doll, but preferred the bow. "

You shared a few chuckles and he was back at looking at you with that sweet, lost expression that could have made you die for him.

" Am I doing it ríght?"

You pulled him closer to you and stamped a kiss on his lips, then whispered.

" Amazing."

[klutzyroses]

Can i have request about ikemen prince+the three dude with a short and quite fem!mc please?

So this took some time because I don't play IkePri very often so apologies for that! Also, I assume that by "+three" you mean Keith, Gilbert and Silvio? Either way, enjoy!

IkePri HCs: Short, Quiet S/O

How do they react to a reserved and tiny s/o?

Suitors: Yves, Luke, Gilbert, Keith Silvio

Yves

S...she's so....why is she so-why?!

He physically cannot comprehend why she is so petite and so...adorable!

There is nobody who would understand the pains of being the small one, and he always resented how his brothers treated him because of it, but now he understands...

She is criminally darling. Offensively darling. Even more so because she is so reserved and keeps to herself...

And that's why he finds himself often fretting and fussing over her wellbeing and who was around her.

He especially does not want fiends like Clavis and Nokto being anywhere near her sweetness. Lest they corrupt her.

He will very much deem himself responsible for her safety, even if he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

Luke

Wow...that's a really small girl...

Being the massive bear of a man he is, he would think of her as a little teddy to be protected and cuddled.

She is very cute to him, cute enough to eat and he will not hesitate to tell her that point blank, resulting in a flurry of blushes and stunned looks.

When he stands by her, it's very easy to remember that she could easily climb him like a tree if she wanted, and he probably wouldn't even notice. It'd be more likely he could walk freely while she rode his back without issue.

His charms would also increase tenfold, at least in her eyes because she was so sweetly shy and he would love nothing more than to put her at ease.

He will often get her to lay down and just relax far away from her strenuous duties, from anyone who makes her nervous and reserved, and will make her feel as comfortable as possible.

And, if she would like, she could use him as a really...really....really big pillow. With her petite size, she may actually be able to have him pass as a bed...

Gilbert

Ah, what charming little rabbit she is~

The tiny young woman is in for some torment, sorry. He cannot leave her alone.

It's her own fault for being so cute and little. It's not his fault she was so irresistible.

Especially since she is so timid and sweet.

How he loved to intimidate and fluster her, just to see how she would react under his red gaze.

She was intoxicating to watch, her soft cheeks blooming red as the roses of Rhodolite, her gorgeous eyes averting from his crimson one to watch the floor instead.

He finds himself lifting her gaze back to him, caressing her lower lip with a gloved finger as he offers an indulgent smile, greatly enjoying watching the shy maiden squirm.

How he would love to watch that small body of hers squirm under different circumstances...

Keith

Do...women come in such sizes? How old is she...?

He is actually a little taken aback by the slight stature of the woman, especially since he is such a tall man. The height difference was rather uncanny actually...

He is very considerate and polite to her, always offering to get things she could not reach herself, walking at her pace so he didn't leave her behind.

He can't help but feel that she is fragile as well. She looked so tiny, so breakable...Maybe he could-

No, no he musn't think such thoughts...

He can very much relate to her timidity. That makes it so much easier to speak to her actually...if he can get over his own sweet shyness.

He can't help but be so gentle and tender with her, treating her like a porcelain doll. She is such a beautiful, little lady, he fears he could break her if he didn't handle her correctly.

Silvio

Ha! Such a tiny little woman. She looks like a kid.

He would be making so much fun of her, anything he says to her will reference her height. Most would vary from teasing to borderline hurtful.

It really wouldn't help that she is quiet as well. Now he has the excuse to call her a mouse as well. Oh joy.

She only has herself to blame, with that tiny, delicate body of hers, her pretty blushes and pouts, looking so cute and huggable and...

It's not that he thinks she's cute or anything! Nothing like that! It was just amusing to make fun of her...that's all it is!

He will scalp anyone who dares imply otherwise. He has no feelings of endearment for that tiny woman whatsoever...none!

He will deny with all his being and his strength that he imagines walking around with her tucked safely under his cape. sometimes...

🌸

[ihatedean]

ik i share tiktok screenshots and whatever but like if 90% of your presence in fandom is just laughing at and criticizing people earnestly enjoying something literally what even is the point of you being in that fandom. when are you having some healthy fun and not making both yours and everyone else's experience miserable. especially Yours!! i used to scroll on anti twitter accounts to point and laugh at How Dumb they were and how They Don't Get It and that's time i could have spent doing something productive. like enjoying my friends' art and sharing some love to them or creating something. or literally just focusing on work and studying lmao

it just sucks. especially in places like these where we're already being treated like shit and blocked by everyone. why are you trying to alienate people even more just because they don't have time to read 20k words on why their interpretations of a ship or the media itself are Wrong and yours are Right— which, by the way, why would anyone want that ever. some people headcanon stuff and make their AUs and they might not make sense to how you view canon, but if they put the effort to write it or make fanart or collages or edits it clearly means something to them and they wanna share it and it costs nothing to let people play with their dolls, even if you're screaming on the inside at how ridiculous you think their point of view is. don't treat them like they're less than you because you're both here Caring.

idk i get it and ive done it A LOT to side-eye someone who has me blocked and says something i don't agree with or literally insults what i like and i share screenshots of tiktok comments that make me roll my eyes, but why hate on someone on this same space who literally WILL see it just because they differ from you in the tags. am i insane for thinking this? do i just not get this fandom and should be throwing tomatoes at my friends for seeing the show differently? like seriously, is that where the fun is?

i guess im used to smaller fandoms where everyone knows each other, and that does build a different vibe compared to here. you don't really mind that they have different perspectives because at least you agree in Something, whether it was shipping the same characters or viewing the show in a different way than the rest of the fandom. like you really hold on to that and eventually get over their weird headcanons. but maybe those differences matter here a lot more, and again, i might just not built for this lmao

im talking mostly about ship stuff but my god sometimes people here love to feel smarter for turning the same dialogue or subject in their heads over and over so that they open their Third Eye or something. of course people might not agree with you they literally watched the show once why would they care about the Subtext and the Layers.

(and i don't mean people who just analyze the show and have their own fun by doing that i mean the "you're stupid for not getting This" people)

[undergroundbillions]

Reblogged the post again about people wanting to make a new Raggedy Ann show, and boy do I have more thoughts!

I will. I admit. Sort of vague posting about specific ideas I've heard but at the same time I mean this to be a general statement and not criticism of anything in particular. It's just a trend that frustrates me.

What I see in a lot of suggested adaptations is a wide departure from not only superficial ideas of the characters and plot, but core themes that made up the very idea of the franchise. They were always, from the beginning, a little girl's toys brought to life with the imagination of her and her father, and when I see many concepts removing Marcella or any form of family from the story altogether, it makes me sad.

Because it marks the shift from the Raggedies as dolls who are alive, to the Raggedies as characters who also happen to be dolls.

In my personal opinion, that is one of the main issues plaguing the raggedy media that released post-70’s. People saw the two siblings themselves as the marketable entities, and the rest didn’t matter. It contributes to the flanderization of the characters and the stories as a whole, each generation of media getting us farther and farther away from the original concept as they pick only the most marketable bits. Natural selection via capitalism. Diluted into abstraction. Raggedy Ann is a franchise running on fumes at this point, all it has is that vague sense of nostalgia that gets fainter and fainter each passing generation.

It’s a similar thing to what has happened to the Winnie the Pooh franchise, they completely removed Christopher Robbin and most portrayals of the characters don’t go to any lengths to show that they were originally stuffed animals. But at least Pooh and his friends live in their own little fantasy world where removing the humans doesn’t make much of a difference. Raggedy Ann lives in our world.

And I’m not someone who thinks things always have to be exactly the same, I’d love to see new adaptations that play around with the setting!!! And the characters!!! And designs!!! And sure, the later books are more fantastical and usually take place outside in the Deep Deep Woods. But most people don’t even consider them in their plans.

It's clear many people's idea of the franchise is based on the movie, which is fair!!! The movie is in my opinion one of the better adaptations which manages to get the feel and charm of the characters being dolls and follow the themes of Camel With the Wrinkled Knees while still being it's own thing. Just like Gruelle's book it's wandering and nonsensical and goofy and the siblings get thrown from one wacky interaction to the next. It's a piece of raggedy media through and through, but I don't see much attention towards what makes it that way.

And I have to say, unfortunately, that many of these proposals remind me of one infamous piece of raggedy media, the 80's CBS cartoon. And I know the CBS series is bad for other reasons, of course. The writing sucks, the animation is worse, and the voice acting is grating. But. On top of all that, it doesn’t feel like a piece of Raggedy Ann media to anyone familiar with Gruelle’s work. There’s nothing that connects it to any of the franchise besides the existence of these characters, you could just swap them right out and it wouldn’t make any difference.

Same with the Chuck Jones specials. Sure, there are personality traits that follow, but they aren’t anything unique. You could put any characters in there.

Making a piece of raggedy media with no knowledge of what made the original books so timeless, I feel at best, you're going to make something like the Chuck Jones specials, and at worst, the CBS animated series. And to quote mod wowf: "and you're not Chuck Jones".

So. Idk. If you're going to make a proposal for a new piece of Raggedy Ann media, I think one should ask themselves why Raggedy Ann. We've had plenty of adaptations where the answer to that question was "they're popular", and I don't put much more trust in "I like them". It's not a criticism of anyone's specific ideas, I just don't think anyone is going to bother if the thing you're giving them is what they've already grown tired of. The siblings go on silly adventures, sure, but wasn't this originally about a little girl and her poppa who loved making up stories about her dolls? Is that not compelling anymore?

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

P.S. I say this out of affection. I want people's projects to succeed and I want them to be well appreciated by people outside the fandom and I want them to change the public perception of Raggedy Ann for the better! And that's why I have Opinions.

P.P.S. This is about efforts to make an honest-to-goodness licensed Raggedy Ann TV show or similar media. Not fanworks. Make more fanworks always and regardless and don't listen to me.

[makahitaki]

bringing your own moral high ground into the inbox of a incest artist or the gore fetishist writer as if there's anything wrong with playing pretend when 1. it's not even remotely real why do you think there is an outlet(art/writing) for it in the first place? 2. mind your businesses and carry on then, what are you a cop? I'm not gonna sit here and give you a five page essay about politics and morality and frankly i don't want to read that either, I'm just saying that since we're all reasonable adults who can tell fiction from reality and we're not acting out dangerous and illegal shit, i think it's fine to be a lil freak with your fancontent.

i think we need to realize that there's no wrong way to enjoy things, we are all here on life's playground and when the weird kids are making crude drawings with chalk behind the toilets, don't make fun, don't start a fight don't tell the teachers. we're all allowed to set our barbie dolls on fire and swallow legos. cause it's fun and it's not hurting anyone. and you aren't better than me because you take care of your toys that just means that you play different and we aæl need people who play like us. go find your playmates