#not telling any of y’all to stop participating

[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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[pettytiredandjewish]

Y’all…. Why do you guys keep harassing Jews? Like what is the fucking point? Y’all claim it’s to help Palestine but in reality it’s not. Swarming around synagogues/hospitals/college campus buildings/ restaurants/ etc- chanting genocidal slogans/death threats/ antisemitic and anti Israel slurs isn’t gonna help anyone. All it does is make you an unsafe person to be around. I (and so many others who are just trying to fucking survive) don’t feel safe anymore. I’ve lost so much respect and trust to those who think harassing and wishing death upon Jews and Israelis is okay.

The amount of antisemitic and anti Israel shit that I’ve seen on here and other social media sites… I know that tumblr is literally hell but- holy crap… you guys (and I’m talking to the pro pal/ anti Zionist/ alt right crowds) are so unhinged and so blinded by your Jew hatred. I could keep telling y’all to stop spreading and believing propaganda that hamas and antisemitic groups are spreading/ I could keep telling you that what you are saying is antisemitic/ I could keep telling you that harassing Jews and Israelis isn’t gonna help Palestine…. But you won’t listen and will keep continuing on.

Y’all just hate Jews and are using the war as an excuse to be openly antisemitic. You are making so many people feel unsafe both online and offline- you are okay with harassing and full on assaulting Jews… at this point I don’t think there’s any hope. If this war does end, nothing will go back to how it was before. We will not forget about all the shit that you guys did to us… and I personally will not forgive any of you either.

Sorry if this is long and deep but I’m so fucking done with seeing people think it’s okay to harass and assault Jews and Israelis. I’m so done with the pro pal and anti Zionist crowd sharing and falling for Hamas propaganda and participating in harassing and assaulting Jews (both online and offline). I’m also done with seeing y’all keep thinking this war is a game and even fandom-izing it. Like stop fucking comparing the war to the hunger games or avatar. Just don’t do that. Holy shit I’m so done and tired of all this…

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

This isn’t really new headcanons, but I’m so down bad for the fact that Sirius participates/adores things that Remus does that he normally wouldn’t. Such as the meditating or him following along with Remus’ hippie practices. Because yea know, it’s with Remus, and I think that makes it all the difference for Sirius. Then Remus being all nonchalantly possessive with kissing him in front of people and calling him when Remus’ Sirius senses are tingling. I’m more just gushing about how amazing this theme and pairing are. Their interactions and antics always make me smile. Thank u so much for posting and writing about them!

Wow, this is… thank you!!

This is genuinely one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about my writing, and it’s so nice to see people enjoying the stupid things I write!

Anyway onto the (short) oneshot!! :)

Today y’all are going to meet crystal and weed seller Lily

“Lils, do you have any tarot cards with animals on them?” Remus asked, dropping his elbows onto the counter and smiling at her.

“Probably, I’ve stopped keeping track. How come? You’ve got an extensive tarot collection as it is.”

“Sirius wants to learn, I figured I’d get him his own deck for it.” They answered with a shrug, not noticing as Lily’s eyes widened.

“You mean your scientist boyfriend wants to learn to read tarot?” She asked, arching an eyebrow at him. When he just nodded, she kept going. “The one who has three different microscopes in his home office?” They frowned at her, confused.

“Yeah? You know he meditates with me once a day, I already told you.”

“Christ, sometimes I feel like you have two different boyfriends and just mix them up sometimes.” She said, straightening up and turning away from them to rearrange some incense holders. “Still, go check the shelves, there are probably some with- why animals?”

“A little bit of subliminal messaging.” They answered with a shrug. “I figure if I set everything up properly, I’ll be able to convince Sirius that we’re just meant to have a cat.”

“Have you even asked yet?” She asked, Remus starting to rifle through the decks.

“No, and he’d probably agree now. I just want to make sure.” He bit back a smile, finally finding the right deck and turning back to drop it on the desk. As Lily scanned it, she glanced at Remus.

“So he meditates with you, wants to read tarot, and didn’t you say he’s actually wearing the crystal jewellery you got him? And he’s really a scientist?”

“Believe me, all you have to do is watch a climate change documentary with him and you’ll see it.” Remus answered simply. “He does so much for me, listening to him gush about his work is the least I can do. It’s surprisingly charming.” They said calmly, grabbing the cards off her and going to leave the shop. “Tell Petunia I’ve put a curse on her.” He said as he left, drawing a laugh out of Lily.

[onlysanepeoplesleep]

umm dont hate me y’all I was bored.

for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.

disclaimer: english is not my first language.

tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)

The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.

Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.

A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.

Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.

She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.

It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).

Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.

A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.

Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.

She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.

Logan was dead. Logan was dead.

A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.

Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.

“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.

“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”

Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”

“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”

And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.

Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.

Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.

[spliffymae]

collegejock!jean…

⚠️ black!reader, college!jeankirstein, just fluff

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collegejock!jean, who is on both his schools basketball and track team. he’s the shooting guard and 200m runner.

collegejock!jean who works out twice a day—once at early morning practice and once after school.

collegejock!jean who although being one of the most handsome guys in school, refuses to acknowledge any of the advances that come in his way.

collegejock!jean who focuses only on his friends, track, basketball, and his grades.

collegejock!jean who you go unnoticed to until you burst into lecture thirty minutes late, hands full with your philosophy of botany binder and environmental ethics textbook. you had rushed to get to class on time from your just ending science lab.

collegejock!jean who realizes just how pretty you are that winters morning when you arrive late to your addiction in contemporary society class (one he read online would be an easy A and chose so he could meet his academic requirement with less stress).

collegejock!jean who thinks it’s fate that the only seat left for you to sit in was the empty one next to him. so as you quietly passed by the desks of students, you sent him a small and apologetic smile.

collegejock!jean who lets you know he will send you the notes he took from the beginning of class, and to take his number so he could help you if you need anything else.

collegejock!jean who can’t stop thinking about you after that encounter, his mind running rampant with romantic thoughts of you as he participated in his teams practice game.

collegejock!jean who tells connie about the stunning beauty in his class, and how he scored their number and will most definitely put it to use that same night.

collegejock!jean who does just that and texts you the notes after his practice, apologizing for his late message as he knew you needed them right away.

collegejock!jean who can’t help but smile in accomplishment when you respond back “it’s ok:)….how did practice go?”

collegejock!jean who now texts you every day, starting with “good morning fellow addict connoisseur” and ending with “have a good night love.”

collegejock!jean who takes the first big step by inviting you to watch his basketball game, it wasn’t like it was a big deal—the season had just started, but he wanted to start now so that you could get eased into the big games.

collegejock!jean who scored the winning shot right at the buzzer beater and turns to the stands, watching you have the biggest smile on your face as you cheered with the rest of his teams fans.

collegejock!jean who walks you back to your dorm after the game, giving you one of his spare hoodies to cover yourself from the unexpected chilly weather. you had only shown up in a brown sweatsuit, thinking it wasn’t going to be as cold as it was.

collegejock!jean who kisses your cheek goodnight, reassuring you he will text you when he gets back to his dorm safely.

collegejock!jean who ends his night with a shit eating grin when you message him, “so will i get a kiss on the lips after the next game?”

collegejock!jean who goes through the rest of his basketball season with you as his number one fan, attending every game and then going back to his dorm to study for your classes, his track shirt on your body as a sleep shirt when you two pull the occasional all-nighters.

collegejock!jean who invites you to his athletic banquet, stating that the “girlfriends/boyfriends have to come”, despite never officially asking you to be his girlfriend/boyfriend.

collegejock!jean who never asked and just assumed y’all are dating, because why the hell would you not be?

collegejock!jean who poses with you at the banquets photo booth, posting the black and white photos to his instagram with the caption “ima marry ‘em in two years, trust.” and tells you to pick a day for the wedding in 2024 so he can mark it on his calendar.

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[lem0nademouth]

i cannot get this off my mind for some reason but y’all know not everything is eugenics right. individual people getting abortions for any reason is not eugenics. stop fucking telling people they are obligated to have children lest they be guilty of participating in eugenics. “if you get an abortion because your kid is gonna be disabled you’re ableist and perpetuate eugenics” shut UP. i have worked in childcare for over a decade and i have been disabled since i was a toddler. get. the. fucking. abortion. you are not a bad person for recognizing that you aren’t prepared or able to care for a child. you are not a bad person for changing your mind. the “increased access to abortion is a threat to disability liberation” argument is right wing propaganda. stop fucking spreading it.

[walkawaytall]

9 lines, 9 people (except y’all know I’m probably not tagging 9 whole people)

Shamelessly lifted from @virtie333 because I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul (I am not, actually).

Uh, look, everyone I’ve seen thus far has been posting 9 paragraphs, which isn’t how I define lines, but I think I’m actually very wrong now that I’ve thought about it for like three seconds, so I will be doing what everyone else does except I already can tell I’m not going to be able to remember 9 usernames to tag, so I probably will fall short there.

-_-_-_ -_-_-_ -_-_-_ -_-_-_

He scoffed. “Sweetheart, I don’t even know my last name. How the hell would I know if I have a middle name?”

Leia stopped walking, confused. “Your last name isn’t Solo?”

Han seemed to realize his mistake as she spoke. He stopped a few steps ahead of her and scratched the back of his neck nervously before shrugging in a clear attempt to appear more unbothered than he felt. “That’s the name that was given to me when I enlisted. Guess they needed somethin’ to scream at me when they weren’t usin’ my number.”

“You didn’t have a last name?”

He shrugged again and looked back at her, eyes betraying how cornered he apparently felt. “Told ya before, my ma died when I was real young. I don’t remember what our last name was.”

“They didn’t tell you what it was or at least give you a new last name?” Leia asked, baffled by the idea. She knew her situation was different than Han’s — she had been adopted, after all, and her parents had made it very clear to everyone that she was as much an Organa as any natural-born child would have been — but she assumed that caretakers would still make sure the children they were responsible for had a full name even if they were never adopted.

“Who’s they?” Han asked testily.

Leia squinted at him, surprised that what she meant wasn’t obvious. “Whoever was responsible for you. Whoever took care of you after she died.”

“I took care of me,” he snapped and Leia flinched.

Absolutely-no-pressure tags for @otterandterrierwrites, @diplomaticprincess, @lajulie24, @madame-alexandra, @lightthewaybackhome, and anyone else who wants to participate (invite yourself! All the cool kids are doing it!).

[yallemagne]

This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?

[cyncerity]

ok I was gonna post this tomorrow but i’m impatient and i think y’all will like this hskssjsh

anyway, bit of a character study cause i heard this sound on tik tok and it just fit them too well

also as a bonus, take me rambling about what this video implies/is about under the cut (beware for talk of v*re):

Ok so George and Dream have a…complicated relationship. I’ve mentioned before that George has a lot of sensory and processing issues, so he enjoys being in Dream’s stomach, and Dream just likes eating borrowers, but now has to do so very discreetly so Schlatt and Sapnap and the fiancés don’t get mad at him. Also, in case you forgot, Dream kidnapped Tommy a few weeks before he and George met and kept him trapped in his stomach for like a week before he eventually learned that he had a nephew who was a borrower, and Sapnap was actually so angry that Dream was afraid he’d lose his best friend, so he let Tommy go.

George is aware of this. He borrowed around the apartments enough to know that gist of it. And though Dream hasn’t trapped him, and knows that if he did George would never come back, he can’t just forget the incident. After all, he saw the little mind games he played with Tommy. He saw him treat the younger borrower like a pet. He saw him completely neglect Tommy’s needs and fear for nothing but his own gain. And he thinks that the only reason Dream hasn’t been treating him the same is because Dream needs him. George is the only borrower that wont tell other what Dream does. He keeps it from all of the borrowers in his colony and doesn’t try to tell Dreams family and friends. They’re all oblivious to his existence, because Dream wants them to think he has completely stopped swallowing borrowers. But Dream obviously doesn’t see him as a person. He’s an asset, a tool to help him trick his family while getting what he wants, but he isn’t a friend, and George has to constantly kick himself for thinking that. But, he remains neutral to Dream, since he’s equally reliant. Dream is the only way George can sleep peacefully, can feel peace at all. So, he participated in whatever mind game Dream is playing and converses with him, pretending that he could actually maybe be his friend someday.

It’s not that Dream doesn’t understand that borrowers are people; he just didn’t care for a long while. He got a kick out of trapping them and making them fear him, it gave him a sense of power. He could never get that with humans, he’d always been pushed around back when he was in the foster system, everyone had looked down on him, he’d always been scared. Until Puffy became his guardian and his big sister. Yet he still felt the need to chase that power that he lacked for so long. And borrowers gave him that. Tommy did. George…didn’t. George made it clear from the very beginning that he didn’t give two shits about Dreams tough guy act. He was never scared, never flinched, never cried. Dream just swallowed him and he almost immediately fell asleep. Any attempt to goad movement out of him while in his belly would result in a massive stomach ache for the rest of the day, and any sort of mouthplay would result in his lip piercing almost being ripped out. So initially, George wasn’t exactly what Dream had wanted, but what other choice did he have? Who else wouldn’t snitch? No one. So he’d just put up with George.

Until after a while, he found he didn’t mind that George wasn’t terrified of him. He actually…liked when it was maybe a bit easier to get him down, when he didn’t struggle out of survival instinct. Liked the conversations they had, the jokes they made, George’s deadpan humor. The highlight of his day was when they’d talk. George became less of a crutch for his borrower addiction or whatever you’d call it and more his friend. The urge to swallow him to feel power morphed into something he felt a surge of protection while doing. George made him realize how wrong he was to treat so many borrowers so poorly. Made him realize how much of an asshole he’d been. Soon after this, he started to realize he felt a bit more connected to George than he thought. Any time Dream would swallow him and feel and hear him purr, his face would heat up, George would fall asleep within him and he’d be so taken aback by his trust and he’s end up just staring off into space with his hands over his stomach. He couldn’t imagine losing him. He wanted George to be happy and protected and he wanted him to be his and not in the way most people think borrowers should be owned. He didn’t know how, didn’t even know it was possible, but he’d fallen in love with George.

Dream thinks they are close friends, and George can’t really sort out his feelings towards Dream. He doesn’t trust that the way he acts is anything more than a persona and, as much as he begrudgingly loves to talk to Dream and be with him, he thinks that if he ever gets to invested and actually shows that he does care about Dream, the human will drop the act and he’ll be heart broken. Dream is unaware of all of this, because he doesn’t know that George knows what he’s done, or his history of dehumanizing borrowers. And like hell is he gonna tell him.

So this video is kind of a culmination of that: Dream genuinely likes George, but has no idea how to go about that because George is giving him so signals and George just snaps. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep letting Dream pretend he cares, can’t bring himself to accept that it isn’t an act at all. It’s genuine affection. Dream had no idea that George couldn’t tell, and is confused as to why all of a sudden, when he thought things were going so well, George doesn’t believe that they’re friends. Dream is upset because he wants George to know that he sees him as a person, a friend, that he loves him, but how can George see that? After all Dream has done, does he deserve for George to see him as a friend?

George is upset that he had to say any of that at all. That Dream couldn’t drop the act. That he’s been fake with him for so, so long. He’d been holding onto the hole that the longer he waits, the more the act will drop and he’ll act more like the human that kidnapped Tommy. But he’s only gotten worse with his teasing remarks and attempts at flirting. He doesn’t know if when Dream calls him “cute,” it’s meant to be in a dehumanizing way or a genuine way. He’s mad because he thinks Dream couldn’t want anything more than their arrangement: getting to eat George. He’s upset because he so desperately wants to believe that Dream enjoys him for more than being just a weight in his stomach, but he can’t.

[angelicdevil]

Honestly any argument I’ve seen against unconventional pronouns (it/neos) falls completely apart if you actually think about it, because it’s always so gross and just reusing transphobia without a thought

“I just use their name instead of pronouns” So like my transphobic coworkers that were uncomfortable calling me a he? (And failed constantly)

“You’re just self harming demanding everyone dehumanize you!” You mean like how T//ERFs consider ftm transition to be self harm? You both need to drop your savior complex

“It’s demeaning!” Calling people by their pronouns is demeaning now??????

“It’s a kink! I don’t consent to participate!” Okay I don’t know why I have to point this out, but T//ERFs think trans people (mostly trans women) go by their pronouns as a kink. Why are you using the same argument?????

“They’re just doing this because of trauma!” Again, you sound like a T//ERF. You’re super fucking presumptuous. You don’t know for sure why a person uses their pronouns unless they tell you.

And all the other ways y’all like to make it about yourselves. Either shape up and get over yourself or don’t talk about people that you just CAN’T respect the pronouns of. Stop infantilizing them and acting like you know better than a trans person what’s good for them in regards to their pronouns.

[comicgoblinwrites]

I need to come clean about how much Baldur’s gate 3 has been impacting me. It’s… it’s bad y’all. Other than finishing the last couple chapters of TFBS I have not written, and I’ve barely thought, about any stories aside from all the bg3 headcanons and fic ideas I have.

I have brainworms. I haven’t been this inspired and this consumed in months. Maybe years. It’s… refreshing.

I’m not upset about it—I think I’ve been a little lacking in the media department and have been struggling to find something that hooks my interest (tlt aside). And then I started playing bg3 and I… I can’t stop the thoughts. So many ideas.

Listen. Listen. I’ve never written fanfic. I’ve barely done fan art. Now I’ve got like, half a journal full of writing and comic ideas and and—agh.

TBH I think it’s probably bcs I read for my job, so when I get off work more reading is just laborious. But I still want stories, so games and shows have been where it’s at for me. And I loooove that I get to participate in video games, it’s so much more satisfying for the adhd brain.

Anyway. I’ll be sharing some of those soon. Apologies to the folks who followed me for just the original fiction, idk what to tell you my blog is like my study: a complete goblin hoard of all my favorite things, whether or not they’re my IPs)

Im still working on my other stories, but they’re kind of at a place where they need to rest for a bit before I kick back in with them.

I’ve got a lot of art to share though! Stay tuned…

[naoko-world]

For day 6 of the Encantober, a short story with some fluff again! And the Madrigals learning boundaries! And Bruno because I love him!

@encantober-official

Encantober day 6: Hugs

Bruno carefully wandered around in the house, trying to be as discreet as possible. His family tended to be a little too touchy since he came back and it got worse when Casita had been rebuilt. While he appreciated it at first, it started to get very overwhelming with time. Now he didn’t know if he liked being constantly hugged by his family or if he hated it and would prefer staying alone. Just in case, he simply decided to avoid them outside of lunch time.

It wasn’t easy to do though since they were 11 of them and he was alone. But he managed to do it since this morning when he made the decision and he hoped it could continue like that.

He noticed Mirabel coming his way with a glance, making him jump behind stairs to hide from her. She was carrying some clothes in a basket from outside, which seemed very heavy. He hesitated to go help her, but didn’t want to blow up his safety from hug attacks.

Suddenly, he felt someone circling him with their arms, startling him and making him turn around to see it was Pepa, smiling from ear to ear. He froze, hesitating between trying to escape or relax, at the same time feeling really at ease in his sister’s arms and being afraid of not being able to do anything without being hugged again. She claimed loudly “There you are! I wondered where you got to! I just hope you don’t feel bad again, don’t hesitate to tell us so, we’re always happy to support you anytime because we love you.”

He tried to say something but, alerted by Pepa’s voice, Mirabel put down her basket to go hug him too saying “Tío Bruno! You’re here!”

Then, other family members ran to the courtyard where they came to participate to the hug, not wanting to be left out of it. Soon, Bruno found himself circled by Madrigals, having difficulties breathing. He was hesitating to ask them to let him go though because being loved so much felt really good. He was struggling to breathe though, so he managed to tell them “I love you too guys, but if you could...Let me go a bit...”

Saddened, Julieta asked “What? Why?”

Hesitating a bit more, not wanting to hurt them, he replied “Hum...I can’t...Hum...Breathe and it’s...A bit ov-”

“Oh! Lo siento Bruno!”

They all let him go, making him breathe better. He suddenly felt a bit lonely now though. He wished they could hug him again but he really wanted to be able to breathe. He must have had a scary face, because Julieta asked him, worried “Everything is fine?”

He stared at them for a short while, hesitating. But he figured he should try communicating more so he ended up confessing “I’m sorry it’s just...I love you a lot and I’m glad to be actually welcomed into the family. But if I like y’all hugs I think...I mean I can’t walk anywhere without being crushed into hugs by any of you I walk by. I love your hugs like a lot, but I like to breathe too. And if, again, I love being hugged by y’all I’d prefer-”

“You’d prefer the hugs to be from one at a time”, finished Mirabel with a nod, clearly understanding the feeling.

“Or with a maximum of three people. Because then it’s more comfy than bothering.”

Frowning with worry, Pepa asked “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Well, I was afraid you’d stop hugging me altogether.”

They locked eyes with each other, then Luisa alone stepped up to scooped him with a hug, telling him “Don’t be afraid to talk Tío Bruno.”

Mirabel added “Yeah! We’re here for you, we won’t be angry because you feel bad!”

Then, Isabela continued “Again, we love you and we want you to be happy.”

Thus, before Antonio confirmed “Yeah! We love you a lot, Tío Bruno!”

Every member of the family approved the speech, reassuring him about how they would never hate him for whatever he’d say especially not for a concern of his. It made Bruno smile, incredibly happy to be back into this family. He could almost cry, and he eventually did, joy overwhelming him.

[tc-frog]

our story so far pt. 2

read my introduction for further information if u want read part 1 first warning: long post ahead lol at some point in J's and my conversation on teams he asked something and ngl i kinda fucked up. he asked me if us having a conversation was "too much" for me bc i still seemed distant in our lessons (i'm like this all the time in school so it had nothing to do with him lol) and he was asking bc he "had a concrete background of experience that he could tell me about" (he still hasn't told me about it, that little fucker, but i've got a suspicion that a student in the past had a crush on him and he noticed. that's why i was really careful after he wrote that) my response probably wasn't ideal. i wrote something about school being unpleasant for me in general and i usually don't participate. i also wrote: "i don't think it's too much, but I also think that a conversation like that doesn't necessarily have to go on forever. in general, i don't really like having conversations with teachers, but it's also interesting. i'm not quite sure if I understood the question correctly, maybe i'll know better what you mean if you share this experience." i really tried to get that experience he mentioned out of him with my last sentence but i had no luck lmao looking back on it, i really didn't word the message ideally and it sounds a bit confusing and wrong. i think i also didn't really understand myself what i was trying to say.

So now we’ve arrived at the lowkey uncomfortable part because one time, when our lesson was over he asked me to stay behind (at the time it was a nightmare come true, but i can imagine it being everyone's dream on here haha). in my head i was just like “oh my god my life is over what will happen now” I was really anxious about what he would say to me hahaha

he asked me what i meant when i said “i usually don’t like having conversations with teachers, but it’s actually really interesting” and i couldn’t give him an answer because i didn’t know how else to say it and i didn’t even fully know what i meant myself. So it was just really awkward and uncomfortable silence for idk how long until he asked me again and I couldn’t give him an answer again and he just let me go. I couldn’t stop thinking about that for the next week or so hahaha and ngl i still think about it from time to time because that was just so awkward 😭 my friends found it really weird that he asked me to stay behind. idk i felt a bit special haha

After that he kinda started ignoring me a bit i think, at least he left me alone and didn't call on me anymore again: if you’re interested in this story and would like me to translate the conversation we had over teams and post the text messages, i’d gladly translate it for y’all :)

okay so this was the main thing that happened which i still think about today haha there's still more bits and pieces i will talk about on here :) but if you've got any questions, go ahead and ask!

[mhsargent]

48

This one is a bit rambly, disjointed, and self-indulgent.  Feel free not to read.  Really. 

48 = 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 3 = 2^4 x 3^1. 

I’ve survived another lap around the sun.  This last one was a far nearer thing than I am (yet) comfortable talking about, but I find myself starting my 49th lap grateful to still be here.

As some of you know, (and for the rest, I am telling you now) I have been in an on-going state of chronic migraine for the last 9 ½ years.  There have been more intense and less intense stretches over those years, but this last 9 months has been about the worst I have ever experienced.   A little over 4 weeks ago, after starting on a new medication, I started to experience notable and significant improvements.  It was only then that I really became aware of how badly off I’ve been since October of last year.  (Spoiler: it was bad, y’all.)

As I come back to the world, I am grateful to still be experiencing life.  I appreciate the ability to listen to music and to participate in conversation.  I am happy to be able to wash dishes and reply to email. I am collecting little moments of simple joy to balance the frustration at not being able to do more.  

And so, as I try to set a sustainable pace for this next lap, I am making efforts to spend more time resting and healing for the sake of rest and health rather than as preparation for greater and renewed  productivity. I have been learning (the hard way) that how I want to value things and how I actually value things do not always match when it comes to my own behaviour.  If I believe (and I do) that every person is inherently valuable, then I must believe that of myself as well (I don’t I’m working on it.) Consequently, I must watch how much I justify my value to myself by tying it to my work, or lack of it.    

I am putting a priority on writing. 

One of the first things that I did when I discovered I had a brain again was to complete a number of outstanding edits on a paper, brainstorm and flush out a new paper, and, surprising myself, the first notes for a book, which is part of a short series of books, also sprang out of my fingertips onto the page before I had to stop myself from overdoing it (I was too late.)

This was a clear indication to me that writing, something I have done little of outside of academics for the past 25 years, is still very important to me.  I have written or edited for at least 10 minutes (often longer) almost every day for the past couple of weeks.  I had forgotten how much I love the act of putting words down on paper.  Sometimes they’re good words, sometimes they are awful and cliched.  But, what I think I enjoy most about them all is that they are, for the brief period of time, my words.  And, until I share them with the world, the consequences of these words are only mine.  We can spend time together, change, invert, fight, love, and come to rest - all without any consequence or responsibility to anyone else.  A tempting place to get lost in, without a doubt, but also a place where I can rest and heal and play.  So, more writing of all sorts - academic, personal, fictitious, and frivolous!

Carol Anne’s and my 23rd wedding anniversary is only a couple of weeks away.  We were engaged for a little over 2 years before that, meaning that we have well completed our first quarter century together.  I am more in love with my wife now than when we got married. I love the marriage we’ve made together.  Despite all the challenges, difficulties, struggles, frustrations, set-backs, and disappointments, Carol Anne and I have fun together just by being together - now, still, and always.  There is no doubt in my mind that even if I could live life without her, I don’t want to.  I think we’ll just keep doing this instead.

Fourty-eight laps around the sun!  And, in that time I have contributed to the manifestation of 4 other human beings: Sam, Nathan, Kathleen, and Martin.  It is no secret that I had no desire to be a father.  Nonetheless, I have found myself to be a father to four remarkable and very different human beings, all of whom are now old enough to vote and to drink in most provinces.  I have thought a lot about my kids recently.  I’ve been thinking about how much being a father has changed not only what I thought I was going to do with my life, but how I live my life.  My perspective, since late 1993, has carried the weight of parenthood.  I have been a parent for nearly 30 years, and I cannot remember how I saw the world before that.  

Being a parent has made me a better person.  But, more than that, learning how to be a parent to my children - both the failures and and the successes - and learning from my children has made my life better.  Besides the fact that my kids are interesting, engaging, and kind (no small thing in itself,) my kids continually challenge me to move into the future with them.  It is a wonderful feeling to have my children not only want me around, but also want me to share, to some degree, in their world.

Somehow, somewhere among the 4 dozen laps I’ve completed so far I picked up an abiding, stubborn, and persistent belief in humanity.  I think we’re worth the effort.  I think we are worth the effort because I have seen that we, individually and collectively, can learn. Much of the evidence argues to the contrary - I know!  Nonetheless, find myself committed to human beings, and to the learning journey of human beings.  And so, whatever the next dozen laps have in store for me, I think I will still be involved in learning; and teaching; and education; and the conscious and deliberate evolution of human learning systems.  Some of this will involve writing and publishing.  Some of this will involve working directly with learners and teachers.  Some of this will involve just being. I’m excited!

If you have made it this far in this indulgent, quasi-reflective post, I hope it was worth it for you. This is the start of me putting words out there into the public world just to put them out there.  Thank you for reading them.

Please enjoy the picks of the bandana gang

Chai - pink

Jess - black

Mocha - red

Paddy - blue

[sukunasbabymama]

1UP, pt. 1.

⌗ Summary: When a girl tries to one up you.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Mitsuya Takashi, Nahoya Kawata (Smiley).

⌗ Warnings: Cursing, Nahoya Kawata.

⌗ A/N: Uh, so it’s universal that all of us has one encounter with someone like this, mhm?

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

He knows.

He tends to act like he doesn’t know about his surroundings and that he’s dumb but he’s not.

He knows that this girl in your classroom tries everything in her power to be better than you. And you even weren’t the class representative or anything.

You know too but you don’t indulge in her shenanigans because there’s actually nothing she could do to get on your nerves.

Till she uses Mikey for her little games.

She started talking to him really close, asking him questions that everybody knew the answer.

Your blood started to boil when she started to bring him bento boxes because??? What the fuck?? As if she isn’t seeing the two bento boxes you always bring??

And when she started calling him pet names is when you snapped.

But your sweet boyfriend didn’t let you act on your anger.

“I’m sorry, I know you have some kind of one side beef with my girl but that’s a little bit excessive,” He says politely. “Don’t call me love because I’m not your love,”

Because you never indulged in her shenanigans she always kept trying to get on your nerves but after that she stopped, too embarrassed to even look you or Mikey in the eyes.

She even stopped trying to talk over you when you were participating in class.

You couldn’t love your boyfriend more.

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

Unlike Mikey, even though he knows about this girl trying to act like you he doesn’t do anything about it.

He doesn’t have it in him to argue with some girl that isn’t you. And that’s fine, your personality matches his.

But at some point, it gets too much when a random girl that is the girlfriend of one of his members is always tagging along with them just to get on your nerve.

And that what’s happening now, with you in a restaurant with a bunch of Toman’s members and her sitting on your man’s right.

“You never told me how was your midterm test, baby,” Draken says.

“Mhm, I got a 90,” You tell him with a small smile and he gives you one too.

“I got a 95!” The girl says in a cocky tone. You sigh.

“Look I know you have an inferiority complex, there’s no other way to describe this because—”

“Baby,” Draken says in a serious tone and that’s when the girl stands up, looking at you with a cocky smile.

Oh?

“Girl, sit yo ass down before I dog walk your ass from here to the nearest market in the neighbor district,” You say standing up too, because if she’s standing she means business, right?

“Baby,” Draken says sliding his hand on your sides at the same time he stands up, he makes you look at him and gives you a small kiss. “You know I don’t care about nobody but you, yeah?”

“If she’s standing up that means she wants to have her face—”

“But I don’t care about her, I want kisses,”

Well, if he put it that way…

Doesn’t gonna let you get physical but would let you confront her peacefully.

If he wasn’t that fine would give him a 4/10 but since HE IS 10/10.

Baji Keisuke.

I hope y’all know I headcanon him like a really mature and observant person.

But he’s also the definition of chaos.

Actually, he would know before you.

How she tries to speak over you, how she would interrupt you when you were talking to him or any other member.

He sees it all.

“Baby, have you notice how this girl that always comes with Pah is trying to get the attention away from you?” He told you one day, you frown but then smile.

“Oh, now that you mention it I was thinking of that but didn’t want jump into conclu—”

“She is,” He confirms annoyed and you smile.

“It’s okay Kei, let’s just ignore—”

“No”

And so the next time she tries to talk over you he actually shut her down in the most politely way Baji Keisuke would.

“My girl is talking, I don’t care about your little inferiority complex, when she talks you listen,” He says one day.

The girl even stopped saying hi to you and him. And you were glad.

Mitsuya Takashi.

If you’re not gonna talk nicely, forget about a confrontation.

He’s not gonna let you get physical.

He does have your back, letting you vent on why she has to do that, does she want attention? Your spot in the life of the founders? What the hell is her problem?

If you do try to get physical one day he would hug you from behind and take you in his arms like that to another place where the girl isn’t on your sight.

“Better now, love?” He whispers in your ear from behind, and you close your eyes enjoying his voice.

“Yes, I’m sorry for losing my cool,”

“It’s okay princess, I got you, just remember that we use violence to protect others,” You nod and let him kiss your cheek.

100/10 as a boyfriend, friend, husband, enemy… just him <3.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

Would let you fight, yup.

And would fight the girl’s boyfriend while you’re at it.

But that’s just if you want to confront her physically.

If you confront her verbally he would be behind you hyping you like “yasss, you tell her babeee~!”

Still, would trash talk the boyfriend while you’re peacefully talking.

He just actively look for problems okay, he a menace.😭

“Can you please fucking stop doing everything I do?” You snapped at the girl one day.

“Damn girl, you even started to talk like my baby” Nahoya’s chaotic ass says in the back.

Is down to anything, 10/10 to this 4lifer.

[froggy-bae]

•Daichi X Suga X Asahi X GN!Y/N•

A/N: enjoyyy this kinky shitty mother fuckersssss. I might make a part two of this, also should I do a haikyuu boy’s cock  Analysis? Also I didn’t proof read fuck y’all- with love

Warnings: Sadomasochism, impact play, crying, bondage, cursing, degradation, praise, fem dom, handcuffs (I’m black that’s a trigger for me ok/j) throat fucking, chocking, oral fixation.

Daichi is switch with a Dominant lean, the only way you have a chance topping him is if you and Asahi both top him.

Daichi is a sadistic hard dom(he’s also a brat tammer but we’ll get into that later) , he enjoys seeing his partners in pain. (With their consent of course.) It turns him on so much to see his partners red skin or tears streaming down their faces.

Daichi loves to have one or more of his partners tied up. It just gets him going,  especially if it’s with his hand cuffs.

Daichi loves to humiliate his partners, he does however also like to be on the receiving end.

Daichi favorite punishment to use on his bratty partner’s (*cough cough* you and Sugawara *cough*) is to have them tied to the bed watching him and the rest of his partners have fun.

Dachi will give praise whenever it’s do but he’d much rather prefer to degrade.

Cop roleplay with Daichi dear god he would love it so much,  no I don’t take criticism fuck y’all.

Sugawara is strictly a submissive, he is a goddamn bratty bottom. He is always pushing the three of y’all’s buttons

Suga loves to get bent over one of yalls knee.

Sugas least favorite punishment is Daichi’s favorite though, he hates being tied up and not being aloud to participate in sex.

Suga and you love to push Daichi’s buttons, Asahi normally try’s to stop y’all, he normally gives up though.

Sugawara is a fucking masochistic I swear to god.

Sugawara question literally everything Daichi, you or Asahi tells him to do. It can get quiet annoying sometime but you all love it.

When your topping that’s completely different, he loves pushing your buttons until you either bend him over the bed and fuck him with your cock/strap till he’s screaming and crying, or getting a spanking.

Suga love’s praise so much (he doesn’t really like degradation or so he says but you all see the way his cock twitches when you and Daichi degrade him.) he however doesn’t do much to get praise, that man is such a bratty pillow princess.

Asahi is a service dom, he loves seeing you and Suga crying from pleasure.

Asahi is normally a very soft dom, he’ll let the two of you get away with way more than Daichi will, but when you push him far enough you better fucking pray to whatever god you do or don’t believe in.

Asahi is really into tying you or Suga up with a vibrator strapped to your clit/against the head of you or Suga’s cock.

He wants your legs fucking shaking when he’s done with you.

Asahi cant even bring himself to hurt you Suga or Daichi, so for a punishment he will normally bring out the rope, vibrator, and nipple clamps.

Asahi while he doesn’t like hurting any of y’all he loves to choke you and leave bruise marks on your hips.

Both Asahi and Daichi love throat fucking something about the sound of you and Suga gagging on their cock’s it just gets there cocks so hard.

Both Asahi and Daichi have a oral fixation, you or Suga will just be sitting beside them watching tv or something and suddenly their fingers are in your mouth, I just don’t, I don’t know how it happened.