#starters • and have i learned restraint?

[amcliawang]

who: AMELIA & OPEN.

where: Garden Market.

when: sometime in early October.

Amelia Wang was never one to cook at home, though she wanted to try out a recipe she had seen online. Something about veggie lasagna called out to her, and it was why she had decided to make a last minute trip to Garden Market. Amelia went to the produce section first, picking out a few things here and there. Once she chose the vegetables she wanted in her dish, Amelia moved to browse the different shelves in search of the pasta she was looking for. A sigh left her lips when she noticed it was at the very top of the self, all the way in the back. Looking around to make sure no one else was in the aisle, she tried to reach up on her tip toes to reach the box, though she was unsuccessful. Amelia mumbled something under her breath, before she retreated back. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed she wasn't alone anymore. "Sorry to bother you, but could you please help me grab that box of lasagna from the top shelf?" Amelia asked, a finger pointing to the brand she wanted. "I guess even in heels I can't reach the top."

[lunaetis]

i still haven't wipe my inbox as i had announced hklhjkl i'm trying to get all v-day asks out first ( along with the remaining of inner thought meme if i could still muster the muse for them ) before reblogging the psa again after i choose what to keep.

[bluegiragi]

Could we have some more Monster AU lore? Literally about anything in the universe, I really love your lore drops.

well if you insist...(jk i love talking about lore and I'm so super happy you guys let me infodump like this!!)

who wants to learn about dragons and hoards?

So a lot of people mistake hoards as the result of a dragon's passing interests but in reality (for the types of dragon that have this hoard instinct) it's an intense and obsessive compulsion.

Dragons pack a lot of firepower into a relatively dense body, and hoards give them an opportunity to put all that energy somewhere by providing for a hoard's 'needs', whatever they are. In the old times, it was most common for dragons to hoard wealth, land or knowledge but as time went on the variety in subject expanded. Now, hoards can range from innocuous/harmless topics like baseball cards to more complex subjects (like literal living beings).

The darker side to hoard instinct is how intense and possessive it is - the desire to monopolise and satisfy the needs of a hoard is all-encompassing, and it's not unheard of for dragons to go too far. Just like dating, dragons typically go through a few hoards in their lifetime (like passing hyper-fixations) before they find the one thing that'll be their hoard until they die. And after they find that one thing, the rest of their life is in some way dedicated to protecting, caring for and 'leaving their mark' on that thing. A big part of maturing for dragons is learning the self restraint required to not let these urges overtake them and turn them senseless.

Of all topics, hoards that center living beings are by far the most complex simply because living beings have agency and can't be entirely controlled. Price's hoard is the 141, and he has learned over time how to respect the lives of his boys. However, right after his and Ghost's final clash with Roba which resulted in life-changing events for both of them, he realised that he'd already subconsciously made Ghost 'hoard' in his mind.

The two of them fell into a co-dependent and borderline toxic relationship during their recovery. For Ghost, it was a combination of trauma-bonding and also a way to deal with his new powers/afflictions as a wraith. For Price, the recent loss of his wing had him falling back on other measures to help cling onto his dragon identity, and he overcompensated by going way too far on what was already a very fresh and concentrated hoard response. Of course there was still sincere affection backing up all of this, but they both ended up spiralling into something together.

It's always tough being THE hoard starter, as whatever it is will get an exorbitant response that lessens the more a hoard grows. It didn't help that Simon was in one of the most vulnerable and complicated moments of his life post-wraith-transformation. The co-dependency and possessiveness got to a point where higher-ups had to re-instate Price earlier than they wanted to and begin sending him out on missions again so that they could have some time apart. On one of those missions, Price met Gaz, and then later on, Soap.

[voidtouched-blue]

starter for @forgotten-contract

Bustling cities had a kind of charm about them that just drew people in. Merchants bringing wares to sell, adventurers seeking their next job, the impoverished looking for a new start, and of course knowledge seekers pulled in by the wealth of information and skills the guilds provided. Ul'Dah was the jewel of the desert. It's streets gilded by the sun, and its people the heart of its illuminating glimmer. Yet, in all the excitements and pleasures the glittering gem provided, what interested Cyra more were the secrets that laid in the dark.

It had been six months with no answer to her summons, and she grew tired of waiting. The wound still fresh in her heart had been her driving force for the last year, and now her curiosity and thirst had brough her to the Thaumaturges' guild once more. The brothers that commanded their charge of the tomb their order operated out of were no strangers to her. The healer had made generous donations of both monetary and service-related origin in the past. Even her interest in the arts of Thaumaturgy had captured their interest enough to allow her nearly free roam of the sanctuary. What interested her more than their method of manipulating aether was the carefully kept tomes secreted in their collection.

The art of Thaumaturgy was deeply rooted in an understanding of the Voidsent, and the natural charge of a Black Mage was the power of destructive magics at their fingertips. The techniques had been passed down from mages who had learned to wield and control the secrets given to them by the denizens of the Void, and Cyra's desire for those secrets carried an unnatural thirst for the forbidden knowledge stored within the sanctum. While she had the support of the guardians of the tomb, none of them were willing to grant her permission to access those materials.

Perhaps there is aught I can glean from their available texts. In the very least I can try to keep track of constant themes between tomes. Her thoughts danced around the idea of sneaking in after hours, even casting a simple sleeping spell on the brothers on watch just to get a glance. Initially, she only wanted to ask permission to simply see the secrets they kept locked away, but even her display of mastery over the destructive magicks wasn't enough to convince them that she could keep her wits about her.

They had the right of it.

Cyra's want for their information was borne entirely out of her craving for power. Were she a little more lost to her madness, she would have considered taking it by force, but her principles kept her from acting on impulse. She would not take a life so needlessly. Not unless her well-being had been threatened first.

The hours she had spent in one day alone was more than most of their students would spend practicing their craft. So driven was she by her desires that she neglected any attempts at getting her attention throughout the days she had spent perusing their collection. She would find the answers she was looking for, and if she had to, Cyra was prepared to even commit crimes to fulfill her wish. "Gods-damnit!" She cursed in a sharp whisper. "This would be so much easier if they would just let me have a peek." It took a significant amount of restraint to keep her from slamming her fists onto the table in frustration. Several stacks of tomes covered the surface within her reach, with a rather large and delicately decorated one opened in front of her. She tapped her dry quill on the page, rereading her notes as she compared copied passages from multiple books with one another. The mentions were too vague to have any immediate connections to the titles she had heard Cocobuki mention in passing to one of his brothers.

She leaned back in her seat, setting the quill down in the ink well and letting out a frustrated sigh. The Miqo'te rubbed her face with her free hand, her gaze shifted distantly to the candle that sat just out of reach on the other end of the table. The playful dance of the flame held her focus for a moment. It was curious how something so small had the power to cause catastrophic destruction. She knew what she asked of the brothers. She knew what the consequences would be should she lose control over the magick she sought to control. Cyra was sure that her determination and desire were strong enough to overcome any perceived failure they may have had nestled among their doubts.

"Aghk!" Something in the light felt like it burned a hole into her mind. She winced, hunching over slightly in the chair as she cradled her face delicately with her clawed hands. She had felt headaches before, but this was different. The sharp pain behind her eye moved to her forehead. Her vast knowledge of the body, and its innumerable ails didn't provide her with any immediate answers.

"Perhaps..." She grunted, rubbing her temples. "Perhaps it's time for a small respite from throwing my head at the wall." The healer pinched the bridge of her nose and pushed her seat away from the table. As she moved, the headache seemed to pulse. The way it ached had her nearly incapacitated. But as suddenly as the pain appeared, it had subsided to a dull throb. I should return home. I doubt they will grant me access, and I have much to go over. I would also prefer to suffer through this fatigue in the comfort of privacy.

As she stood up from her seat, spots obscured her vision. She wobbled, only catching herself at the last moment on the surface of the table before she had completely toppled over herself. In her brief episode, she had knocked over the chair. The sound of the wood clattering onto the stone floor had silenced any conversation happening throughout the sanctuary, and yet she couldn't be bothered to even pay attention to it. All she wanted was to regain control of herself. But something felt like it was wriggling around in her head, sending her vision into a spin and losing focus on the task at hand.

The flame on the candle flickered towards her curiously.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML What if:

(What if Movie! Gabriel was the villain in the Show?)

Now to those that have seen the movie and the show.

All the powers and rules of the show apply. The only difference is Gabriel’s Personality is the same as the one in the movie.

(How much will be different)

____________________________________________

-So for starters, I don’t think this version of Adrien would not need to sneak out to try and go to school. Since this Gabriel never became a hermit. He actually threw himself into his work instead of isolating himself. And as such Adrien would not have the hang up of being trapped in his home. Or if he does it’s more from empathy than actual restraint.

-But even so, Adrien is still a good boy and still ends up tested by Fu and gets approved.

-I think Adrien models but isn’t the only model. I can see Adrien being the one to ask as a way of spending time with his father since his mother passed, and Gabriel not refusing. At least in photos he could see the boy smile.

-Everything with Marinette in origins is identical.

-Gabriel finally caves into his loneliness and desperation and uses the butterfly. Where he learns the rules and how they work. Since this Gabriel had seen the peacock in action he was worried that using the butterfly would yield the same result, but Nooroo assured him that it’s only with broken miraculous.

-Now, Gabriel would still akumatize stoneheart and start the incident that would bring out the ladybug and cat miraculous.

-Gabriel is still lost in grief and even though he mainly used criminals in the film, he would probably use people anyway (see the movie!stoneheart)

-This Gabriel would probably still pull a lot of the stunts show Gabriel would pull. Theatrics included.

-So I do think show Origins would be relatively the same.

-Honestly most of season 1 would be the same. I can see Gabriel setting up his fashion designer contest in Mr.Pigeon.

- Movie!Gabriel would remember his sons birthday and have Nathalie get him a gift while he’s focused on work.

-Nino never meets Gabriel face to face as he is far too busy to meet him. Thus bubbler.

-Gabriel never shows up on the show to get Simon says akumatized, but likely sent a response insulting enough it akumatized him.

- Gabriel would send a text or call to have Adrien leave an area that he knew an akuma was in. Something he did in the movie.

-I would say close to season 2 we start seeing Gabriel look disheveled. I also see Movie! Gabriel not akumatizing a baby. Mainly because it would not help his situation.

-Gabriel wouldn’t Akumatize Kagami since she was after Adrien, which would be a no no.

-Gorizilla wouldn’t happen because This Gabriel would never put his son in harms way intentionally. Plus I would say this Gabriel wouldn’t have noticed the ring on his sons finger as he is avoiding his boy more out of his own emotional survivors guilt.

-Gabriel would akumatize Style queen, but he would be there in person initially. He would be the one that got turned into a glitter statue protecting his son.

-After this. Gabriel questioned if this was the right call? He put his son in danger? Was it right?!

-And I think unlike Show Gabriel, Heroes day would be his last Hurrah, but he would be much more brutal. And that result.

[eternalreignblog]

Has Lexa ever worn a butt plug to the gym and bent down in front of Clarke so she can see it 👀

time to check in on our favorite horny gym goers I think.

Ever since she’d started fucking Clarke at the gym on the regular, Lexa had begun to explore her more sexual side. It was mostly on her own at home, but occasionally, she’d ask to try some new things with Clarke. Clarke fucking her, while she was restrained, seemed to have unleashed some kind of beast within Lexa, opening her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure that she’d never given a second thought to before.

Her latest experiment started with an incognito mode visit to a sex shop website, scrolling through the plethora of toys they had on offer. Lexa found it a little bit exciting just looking through all the different products available for pleasure, from dildos and vibrators to gags and restraints; it was all a bit of a thrill.

One thing that stood out for Lexa during her browsing and piqued her interest was the different toys on offer for anal stimulation.

There were so many different shapes, sizes, and materials available that Lexa felt slightly overwhelmed at first. She scrolled through pages and pages of plugs, dildos, and anal beads, made from silicone, aluminum, chrome, and even glass; the options were endless. Capped off with the multitude of lubes and gels, Lexa wasn’t sure where to start.

Anal was never something that had crossed Lexa’s mind at all before, but looking at all these toys and then thinking about Clarke’s cock, and what it would feel like pumping into her ass, she had to take a moment to collect herself.

After getting herself off several times to the thought of Clarke fucking her, Lexa filled her cart with an ‘anal starter kit,’ which seemed like a good starting point for her. It contained various-sized butt plugs and a douche, some lube, and she threw in some vibrating toys, too, just because.

The day her new toys arrived, Lexa was beyond excited. She’d done some reading, of course, being the studious overachiever that she is, and she knew that to have anal sex without discomfort, much preparation was necessary.

Lexa was nothing if not thorough, so she started herself on a plan to ready her ass for what she knew would be the best fucking of her life.

She started with the smallest plug, lubing it up and playing with it for quite some time. She learned very quickly that anal play was something she really enjoyed, moving on to small dildos and fucking herself to climax repeatedly.

Lexa was still having sex with Clarke frequently at the gym, but ever since her new personal discoveries, her thirst for her gym crush had become insatiable. Clarke had no complaints, of course. Her appetite for sex was just as high as Lexa’s, making their arrangement mutually beneficial.

After weeks of playing and experimenting with her toy collection, Lexa was pretty confident that she could take Clarke’s cock in her ass.

Now, all she had to do was get Clarke to actually do it.

***********

Slipping on her favorite tights in the gym locker room, Lexa peered over her shoulder to check out her ass in the mirror.

The moderately sized butt plug she was wearing was slightly visible, but only if you were really looking – unless she bent forwards at the hips, then there was no doubt about the extra accessory lodged inside her.

The stimulation from wearing the plug meant Lexa was also walking around absolutely soaked; for sure, Clarke would be able to smell her if she got close enough.

Lexa knew it wouldn’t be hard to provoke Clarke, to the point where she was so confident in her abilities that she placed a bottle of lube right at the front of her locker for easy access, ready to use when the time was right.

Strolling confidently out onto the gym floor, Lexa was pleased to see Clarke was the only other woman there, meaning they would have the ladies' locker room to themselves.

Clarke was at her usual station, barbell set up, headphones on, and getting ready for her next set. Taking up position in front of her, Lexa could tell Clarke already knew she was up to something, feeling the burn of those gorgeous blue eyes locked on her as soon as she left the locker room.

Smirking and winking, Lexa decided not to prolong this, she was so fucking horny she could burst, and the feeling of the butt plug was just exaggerating everything. She dropped her gear, turned her back to Clarke, and bent over into a ‘hamstring stretch.’

Doing this stretch was her usual code for ‘let’s fuck now,’ but Lexa had a feeling her toy would entice a different reaction out of Clarke.

The clatter of a barbell being dropped echoed around the gym, the gym bros not even flinching as they focused on their own workouts, but Lexa knew she’d got Clarke’s attention hook, line, and sinker.

Before she could right herself, Lexa felt firm hands slide around her hips and a body press up behind her

“Fuck, Lexa. Is that what I think it is?” Clarke’s voice had taken on a husky tone. Whether it was from the exertion of her workout or horniness, Lexa didn’t care.

“Mmhmm,” Lexa hummed, grinding her ass back into Clarke’s hips so she could feel the silicone toy rubbing into her crotch.

“Shit, does that mean..?” Clarke trailed off. Lexa wasn’t sure if it was because she was so horny she was distracted or if she was nervous. Assuming horniness because Lexa had never known Clarke to be anything other than assertive, Lexa stood up straight and leaned back to whisper in Clarke’s ear.

“It means I’d much rather your cock than this toy,” Lexa didn’t have time to react other than a faint squeak as Clarke hoisted her off her feet and into her strong arms, heading directly for the locker room.

This was precisely the reaction Lexa had been hoping for as she was unceremoniously dropped on the long wooden bench in the center of the empty locker room.

Lexa lay down prone on the bench, thanking whoever built the place for the foresight to bolt it to the ground because, with any luck, Clarke was going to fuck her so hard they were going to need the extra hardware for stabilization.

Lexa’s legs were straddled over the bench as her torso lay flat on the surface. She raised her hips slightly and twerked her ass, hearing Clarke practically growl at the sight of her cheeks jiggling under the stretched-thin fabric of her leggings with the plug still firmly encased in her tight hole.

Reaching back to slide her tights down over her ass, Lexa revealed to Clarke what was not so secretly hidden underneath, reveling in the sounds of pure lust emanating from the woman behind her as the toy came into unrestricted view.

“Fuck, Lexa, are you sure?” Clarke said. Lexa could tell by her voice that she was barely restraining herself. Shifting slightly so she could look back at Clarke, Lexa was delighted when she saw how horny and unhinged the woman looked with her shorts shoved just far enough down for her cock to be free, stroking her length as she stared lustfully at the silicone toy in Lexa’s ass.

“Never been more certain about anything, Clarke. I want you to fuck my ass so hard I won’t be able to sit for a week,” Lexa exaggerated, jiggling her ass cheeks to further lure Clarke into her trap.

With surprising speed, Clarke straddled the bench behind her, hands moving directly to squeeze Lexa’s cheeks, pulling them apart, spreading her wide, and giving what must have been a tantalizing view of the toy stretching her hole.

“Do you have lube?” Clarke husked out, thumb tracing over the silicone as her cock thrust slowly against the flesh of Lexa’s butt cheeks.

“In my locker,” Lexa said, moaning in disappointment as the warmth behind her suddenly disappeared when Clarke raced to grab the small bottle Lexa had strategically placed right at the front of her locker.

Lexa waited not-so-patiently, reduced to nothing but a needy, writhing mess, rolling her hips back and forth on the bench in search of friction. By the time Clarke was settled back behind her, she felt like she might explode if she didn’t have Clarke’s dick inside her soon.

A quick look backward through hooded eyes told Lexa that Clarke had discarded her shorts somewhere along the way. The click that echoed off the empty locker room walls indicates the lube is being put to use.

All Lexa can do is whine when she feels fingers tugging on the toy. She raised her hips off the bench slightly and groaned audibly when the toy popped free from her asshole. Clarke is breathing heavily behind her, taking her time, much to Lexa’s chagrin. Lexa is surprised and a little bit impressed by the restraint Clarke is showing, given Lexa’s shameless teasing that led to this situation. She had fully expected Clarke to drag her in, throw her down and fuck her seven ways from Sunday. Or at least that was what she’d been hoping for.

Lexa can hear the sound of Clarke jerking her dick, which is clearly slick with lube, and she twitches slightly when she feels the contrast of the cool liquid on her hot ass as Clarke squirts it on target.

“fuck me, Clarke. Fuck my ass,” Lexa pleads, pushing her hips up, trying desperately to find contact. Clarke rewards her with two fingers, sliding easily into her lubed-up hole. “Ooooooooooh yeah,” Lexa presses her cheek into the bench as she pushes her ass further onto Clarke’s digits.

“You’re so needy, Lexa,” Clarke said, removing her fingers and placing the head of her cock at Lexa’s opening. “are you ready?” Clarke asks redundantly; Lexa is nothing but a writhing mess beneath her, begging for her cock.

“Oh my God, Clarke, just fuck me already!” Lexa whines, pushing her ass back into Clarke.

“Okay, but remember you asked for this,” She said ominously, Lexa feeling the pressure increase as Clarke pushed her dick into Lexa’s tight hole.

Lexa nearly cried out when the thick head popped in, mostly in relief as she was finally getting the fucking she had been dreaming about for weeks.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” Clarke said as she slowly thrust forward, inch by inch until her cock was completely encased in Lexa’s ass. She stayed there for a few moments, fully sheathed with her balls resting against Lexa’s pussy. “fuck, that’s so hot,” Clarke said breathlessly, giving Lexa’s ass a light slap as she looked down at the image of her cock buried in her fuck buddy’s ass.

“Move, Clarke, Please,” Lexa pleaded, sliding one hand underneath her prone body, descending down to her clit for some much needed stimulation, while she rolled her hips to encourage Clarke to start fucking her.

Pulling out nearly all the way, Clarke left just the head still inside before pushing back in, Lexa feeling every ridge and vein on Clarke’s cock as it penetrated her.

“Uhhhhhhhhh,” Lexa let out a filthy moan, the sensation of Clarke’c cock inside her was far more pleasurable than her fantasies predicted. “Your cock feels soooooo good, Clarke,” Lexa praised, her fingers rubbing her clit in time with Clarke’s thrusts.

“Oh yeah?” Clarke picked up the pace, gripping Lexa’s hips as she pushed her cock deep inside before dragging it out and pounding back in. “you like my cock in your ass? You like getting fucked like this?” Clarke grunted, slamming her hips forward into Lexa’s, generating an obscene slapping sound that reverberated around the room.

The acoustics of metal lockers in a small space created a symphony of slapping, moaning, and grunting that was music to Lexa’s ears as she closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of finally getting ass fucked the way she had fantasized about.

Clarke’s fingernails were pressing hard into Lexa’s flesh as she pumped her hips faster and faster, grunting in exertion as she fucked her so hard Lexa had to hold on so as not to be pushed off the end of the bench.

“So fucking tight,” Clarke said, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of Lexa’s hair, pulling her head back so her back was arched, still pounding away at her ass.

Lexa still had one hand working on her clit, but Clarke pulling her hair and lifting her up sent a new wave of arousal through her, causing her jaw to drop and a silent scream to leave her lungs.

“So fucking hot,” Clarke’s hand left her hip and reached around, slapping Lexa’s out of the way and taking over rubbing her clit, slamming two fingers into her dripping cunt.

Lexa cried out for real; the stimulation on her clit, her pussy, and Clarke’s cock in her ass sent her hurtling over the edge, convulsing as the pleasure wracked her body. She could feel tingling in her toes, and her skin felt super sensitive as her muscles contracted in the rhythmic way of climax.   

Lexa barely noticed that Clarke had slowed down her thrusts to ease her through her orgasm, so engrossed in the whole-body experience she had just had. Clarke gently lowered her back down to the bench, still pumping lightly as Lexa returned to earth.

“You good?” Clarke asked, massaging Lexa’s ass cheeks as she slowly thrust into her.

“Never better,” Lexa exhaled, resting her face on the bench as the aftershocks of her orgasm flowed through her.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Clarke asked, Lexa’s heart fluttering slightly at the thoughtfulness.

“Cum in my ass,” Lexa said, wiggling her butt on Clarke’s dick in encouragement.

In lieu of an answer, Clarke just gripped Lexa’s hips firmly and started fucking her in earnest, slamming her hips into her as she chased her pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, fuck my ass,” Lexa encouraged, pushing back into Clarke’s thrusts to help her get off.

“Come to the gym to train, end up cumming in your ass,” Clarke said as she sped up her strokes, going balls deep on each rep, Lexa feeling every inch.

With a loud groan, Clarke buried herself in Lexa’s ass as she started cumming. Falling forward, she rested her forehead between Lexa’s shoulder blades as her hip jogged, coaxing every last drop out of her balls and into Lexa.

“Fuck,” Clarke said breathlessly, going boneless on top of Lexa as her energy dipped post-orgasm.

“Was that good?” Lexa asked, pretty sure of the answer but always wanting to check-in.

“Good? I think you broke me, Lexa,” Clarke chuckled, lifting herself slightly and watching her softening cock slip out of Lexa’s used asshole. She watched in awe as it gaped for a few moments before closing up and sealing the rest of her cum inside.

The bench was a mess of cum and lube, a problem quickly rectified with one of Clarke’s old gym towels before the two of them retreated to the showers to clean themselves up.

Lexa was on shaky legs after getting fucked so hard, Clarke helping her to the showers while gloating about coming good on her promise to make it hard for Lexa to sit for a week.

To say Clarke was excited about this new development in their dynamic was an understatement. When they got in the shower, she proceeded to spend at least twenty minutes with Lexa’s leg over her shoulder, eating her pussy like it was her last meal to show her gratitude.

[salora-rainriver]

We're talking about Ads Again

Context for those followers of mine who weren't there: I made a post about tumblr ads being weird back in 2016 and it's literally still getting notes to this day. People responded GREAT to it. honestly, despite being like. ass old at this point and written by a literal high schooler, it's still pretty good! I thank my dad being in advertising helped significantly. I had an expert witness.

Tonight, I'm writing the sequel to that post. the sequel is this post.

let's just fucking dive into it or whatever.

why am I doing this?

okay for starters I made that post in goddamn 2016 and I refuse to believe my insights into the marketing world have not improved since then.

Also, the marketing world has CHANGED. Huge swaths of my old post are no longer relevant. What we saw with tumblr ads in 2016 was in some parts a passing fad, and in other parts the harbinger of a new wave of influencer marketing and corporate parasociality (I coined that term just now).

Honestly I've been thinking for a while that I should make an update post, but what with, yanno, adulthood, that's been kinda hard!

Well, I've missed a train, and it's Christmas, so I've finally found the time to do that.

What has Changed?

in my personal life... dad got fired! yeah it fucking sucks. the good news is he and his wife are working towards their retirement now, shifting away from the industry overall. Good news as far as life is concerned, but it does mean I no longer have as clean a connection to the Industry as I used to.

but more importantly, why he got fired. The fact is, dad's old! I know, shocker. More than just being old, though, his field (and my stepmom's field - they both did the same work) represents an older paradigm of advertisement. he did TV spots and posters, not ad reads for Raid Shadow Legends. He was great at his work, but we're in an era of data-driven, maximalist, google adsense, low-barrier-to-entry, super-fast and super-cheap digital advertisement.

Well, more specifically,

We're on the cusp of an extinction event poised to bring said era crashing to the ground.

Pictured: the current vibes in the ad world

Siberia is on Fire and Everything is Dying

So given that my typical source on stuff like this is currently unemployed, I decided to hit good ol google (well, google and duckduckgo. fitting given what we're talking about) to see if I could get any insights into what the current state of advertising is.

and the short of it is that everyone says the end is nigh. check this out:

Digital is dead, and so is TV. God fucking damn. BY THE WAY, I loved these two articles. Chris Gadek, a man I only learned about today, is clearly an excellent writer and his professional insights are probably gonna be way better than my amateur synthesis of the half-dozen different articles I read today, including his.

blatant shilling for random article writers aside, let's get on to my half-baked synthesis, starting with:

What Set Siberia on Fire

In small part, it's the same issues facing most major companies and industries in our late capitalist world: Hubris.

As this New York Times article points out, we've got a low barrier of entry into a gargantuan industry that's increasingly pumping out slop to follow a strategy of 'more is more'. And we've all seen the bizarre mobile game ads and shady scams that have resulted from THAT.

On top of that, we've also got the fucking digital privacy issue shaking up the entire world as consumers increasingly don't like being spied on (imagine that), and the EU starts rolling out heavy restrictions on the data harvesting that was fueling a bunch of this advertisement bubble.

There's also the ad fraud. Oh, you didn't hear about that? Well, it's nothing much, just that lots of bots are clicking ads to falsify click metrics, artificially inflating the effectiveness of said ads. look, it even has a wikipedia article

oh and Facebook did it. Facebook did ad fraud. :)

and I'm not even getting into everything that works to shake up or demolish basically every advertisement channel out there - the decline of cable tv and print newspapers, the increasing use of ad blockers, the crisis of consumer trust, etc etc.

In short we are looking at a multitude of micro-crises all working together to make the environment unlivable for most current forms of advertisement.

in other words: an extinction event!

Who's Gonna Survive

And just like in a real extinction event, whether or not you survive depends on how good you can adapt to the brave new world you've found yourself in. Old school advertising needs to drastically rethink their everything if they're gonna stay afloat, and every field of the industry needs to recreate itself. As my new favorite writer Chris Gadek says,

"These crises show that there are no safe havens. You can’t substitute one advertising medium for another. Rather than pivot, the advertising industry must adapt and learn to effectively use the channels at their disposal (TV included), factoring in the seismic societal and technological changes that have occurred over the past decade and beyond."

and what is that going to look like? what's going to be the new face of advertising?

The field seems torn, at first... but also aligned, at least when it comes to the core principles:

privacy is a big issue. Seems like a lot of advertisers are seeing an end to wanton consumer surveillance, and looking into less invasive ways to gather important and meaningful data

companies that rely on selling ad space and propping up their engagement metrics are going to be relied on less, probably, because the metrics themselves are being seen as less reliable (for good freaking reason)

regaining consumer trust is going to be a massive priority in the future.

overall, we're probably going to look at a massive downturn in ads, as people turn to a quality-over-quantity strategy in an attempt to stop flooding the attention marketplace.

that's the gist I'm getting from reading oh so many different articles of varying quality from so many different sources.

So, yanno, there may be some hope out there. If smart people start leading this industry (lol), we may get to actually enjoy ads.

Yeah. Enjoy ads.

Unironically.

I know, it's crazy.

PS: if you start seeing affiliate links on mainstream TV ads, thank our lord of excellent business analysis Chris Gadek for calling it early. God, that's such a crazy left-field idea and I really want it to actually happen.

[receival]

castlevania, season 1 starters.

the following is a collection of starter sentences from the netflix original, castlevania.

you bang on my front door because you want to daub chicken blood on peasants.

don’t mistake me for a witch. everybody out there already does that.

i believe in science, but … i need to know more.

what have you to trade for my knowledge, (name)?

perhaps i could help you relearn something manners.

i cross the threshold of your home, and you haven’t offered me a drink or even to take my coat.

i want to heal people. i want to learn.

you are definitely different to most humans i have met in recent times.

maybe i can teach you to like people again. or, at least tolerate them. or … stop putting them on sticks.

they won’t be superstitious if they learn how the world really works.

and it had to come to this?

don’t hurt them! they don’t understand!

perhaps i’ll say a prayer for her. a small one.

they don’t know what they’re doing!

be better than them. please!

are you (name)? she talked about you.

it’s not right what happened.

she’ll be dead by now.

ah, there. quite a show.

off to heaven with him, eh?

what have you done?

you are not real.

you took that which i love, so i will take from you everything you have and everything you have ever been.

what do you mean, no?

that woman was the only reason on earth for me to tolerate human life.

there are no innocents! not anymore!

i won’t let you do it.

you had your chance.

kill everything you see. kill them all.

what’s that on your chest?

just one more drink and then i’ll leave, alright?

listen, just forget it. i’ll just go.

this is all your fault.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

i think you know exactly whose fault that is.

i’m leaving, okay? i’m leaving.

confess, and i’ll make it quick.

i used to fight fucking vampires.

would you please leave my testicles alone?

i’m (first name) fucking (last name), and i’ve never lost a fight to man nor fucking beast.

i hope you all bleed out.

no one’s getting in, and no one’s getting out.

i warned you. you can’t say i didn’t warn you.

are you talking back to me?

so, now i’m stupid?

why don’t you go and get that looked at?

look, i don’t like priests at the best of times. i mean, i really, really don’t like priests.

if you leave now, we’ll say no more about it.

last warning. this will get nasty.

seriously? i’m out of practice, but i’m stone - cold sober.

someone will get hurt.

the violence wasn’t necessary. but … it is appreciated.

thank you for your kindness, and i think … your restraint.

please, come inside.

(name), we were worried about you.

i’m a little out of practice.

they’re both still alive.

i’d prefer something to drink.

maybe you can just tell me why you’re here.

but you didn’t answer my question.

you know we can’t turn away from those in need.

dying is not absolute.

you feel no compassion?

there’s always a choice.

don’t be crazy. leave now.

if i go and recover your kids body, will you please leave?

they’re going to come for you soon.

it’s not the dying that frightens me. it’s living without ever having done my best.

i don’t care.

anybody home?

i can hear you.

i’m armed, and a lot less happy than you are … so you want to stay well out of my way.

reflexes like a cat.

god shits in my dinner once again.

did you — did you climb on me?

yeah, yeah. come on. time to go home.

who are you?

your messiah isn’t down there.

what makes you so sure?

i don’t know what’s down there, but it’s not a messiah.

i cannot begin to repay what i owe you.

i could pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer.

i could slip and take your eye out.

i don’t think i’m allowed in churches.

look, if i enter the church and i catch fire or something, it’s your fault.

you could undo everything by your very presence.

my god. you really believe it, don’t you?

by the way, you’re all going to die.

i don’t think we can leave these people, not in their time of need.

these people believe you’re causing their time of need!

you fought your battle and you decided you lost.

if we truly are the sort of people who will kill one another at the behest of a madman’s fantasies, then perhaps it is right and proper that things from hell should rise up and wipe us out.

you should leave now.

i swear it just moved.

so you’re going to die for nothing? for people you don’t know?

dying has never frightened me.

the sun … is already down.

you cannot enter the house of god.

god is not here.

your god’s love is not unconditional. he does not love us, and he does not love you.

this is all your fault, isn’t it?

no wonder he has abandoned you.

i serve no demon and i do no evil.

you never asked.

i didn’t ask you to fight for me. i fight for myself.

oh, for god’s sake.

i didn’t do that.

why are you here?

i fell down a hole.

that’s fact. there’s no ‘belief’ involved.

i’ll call you anything you like if you’re gonna show me your teeth.

say what you mean.

what i think … is i’m going to have to kill you.

i don’t like your tone, (name).

my defenses were not for you.

i asked you a question — do you care.

am i going to have to kill you?

you’ve got nothing but insults, have you?

stone the fuck up.

please. this isn’t a bar fight. have some class.

do you have a god to put a last prayer to, (name)?

i can still rip your throat out.

killing you was the point.

we are all, in the end, slaves to our families wishes.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

“You can be rough with me, I won’t break.” + [kneel] Haru -> Tarhos, league

Smut Starters | Selectively Accepting [kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse

Spring was always an odd time of year, Tarhos had learned that very quickly with this new body of his and how Haru always set up in one place and made a... well... he made a nest. If one could even call it that, it was a pile of soft fabric, furs and pillows tucked away deep in the forest away from the roads and trails. He was always so antsy among other things. Other things that led them to where they were right now in a mess of tangled limbs and his mate kissing and lapping at the vent that held his cocks. His bright cornflower eyes holding so much devotion the God's would be jealous to hear the prayers he whispered in his mind.

“You can be rough with me, I won’t break.”

The darkin knew very well that he could really... he could break his bones pinning him into the dirt and heal them with no real consequence, but unlike the animal he had attached himself to he had some self restraint. His claws stretched the vent open finally letting his erections spring free, he didn't need to say anything. Neither of them did, their shared mind space filling with wanten lust. It didn't take a word to be said for the bird to be on his back again, fingers spreading his wet slit open silently begging to be filled and bred like they'd die if they didn't merge their bodies together once more.

Tarhos took Haru in his claws pulling him against him and rocking against his soft skin and into the clawed hands of his lover. "You're so fucking big Tar..." The vastayan purred, "....I can take both tonight." The darkin paused, staring at him before scoffing, "I'm not going to hurt you just because you're in rut love." That caused the vastayan to pout, his bright blue ears pulling back against his head as heavy lashes fluttered against his cheeks "Please? I can take it, please fuck... Tar- I know my limits." Thar darkin stared down... was he seriously even contemplating it? Yes he was.

Maybe it was how foggy his head was from desire or maybe he instinctively trusted Haru to know his own limits, but he wrapped the peacock in his hands and turned over onto his back forcing him to straddle him, "The minute it hurts too much I'm pulling you off and we're going to sleep." "Yeah, yeah whatever- just fuck me already instead of talking about it." If the god warrior scoffed rolling his eyes and roughly pushing his hand against the bird's back to force him down against his scales.

He could feel the bristle of excitement before the peacock's tail even lifted, the wet slick already coating his cloaca well before Tarhos's thumb pulled it open to lick a stripe up his folds ignoring the way the bird's feet curled against his sides. Slowly he pushed one erection in sinking Haru down flush against his scales effortlessly with a quiet hiss... fuck he really wanted to just push him against the grass again and take him like that then and there, but he had to have restraint.

"Ready?" The vastayan nodded, plumes of excitement filled his head and going straight to his cocks. He was so perfect... and such a perfect lover deserved whatever he asked for. The dragon pushed one digit between his cock and the other mans walls watching him tense and rock back against both until he was comfortable and groaning. Then a second clawed finger.... and a third until he was satisfied the other could take the other cock without much issue. More plumes of excitement mixed with pleasure, a silent begging between both of them to just get it over with already.

Tarhos took the cock that rested against the vastayan's back and slowly pushed it into the space his fingers left, the head stretching him open more and more until it rested inside and the peacock gripped his god's arms for stability letting his body get used to the appendage that twitched with want inside him. He slowly lowered himself working an inch or two at a time until he slide smoothly down to the base again, a shiver running up his spine and a keen passing his lips no matter how much he tried to hold it in. "Turn me over-"

A request happily obliged as Haru tangled their hands together staring down at him with nothing, but love and desire. Tarhos purred at him reaching up with a clawed hand to wrap around his waist and guide his hips. Slowly at first. Until the new found sense of pleasure snapped his patience and he turned back over onto his stomach to rut feverishly into the little bird. Wet slaps only being drowned out by the string of curses and moans passing Haru's lips, incoherent demands to be fucked and bred.

The dragon purred pressing his chest against his and dragging his tongue up his neck until he sank his fangs into his shoulder earning another loud groan. Pleasure dominated his very being racking it with shuddered hisses and groans, curses in tongues long lost to time. HE didn't even care about his other cocks that leaked and twitched against his back thighs and into the grass, all he wanted to do was to do his damnedest to make this little bird sing.

To breed and fill him as much as he wanted as if their sticky skin running against each other could somehow merge their bodies into one once again. His tongue lapped at his blood like it were fine wine, drinking him in his entirety and still demanding more. Haru's claws dug their way under his plates and into his vents pulling his head closer to the gaping wound begging him to continue. The dragon panted, growling and clawing at the ground rutting more forcefully into the vastaya's tight heat trying to force himself deeper than he already was until the world went white and Haru let out a loud shuddering cry beside him.

Their hips still being forced together until the vastayan stopped shuddering and the darkin had to stop himself from collapsing himself on him and his cocks slowly retreated back into his skin. Tarhos reluctantly pulled himself off, healing Haru's wound and looking down at the mess between them, "....I love you." Three simple words that earned him more albeit exhausted plumes of joy in the back of his mind and three simple words returned with an equal amount of affection. "I love you."

[sjwilli4ms]

Writing Initiative #7

What have you learned about yourself doing this self-directed assignment?

I learnt a lot about myself when it came to this assignment and the course as a whole no lie. For starters, I learnt that really and truly, I’m capable of everything I set my hands to do. I had a lot of big ideas and was honestly very intimidated as starting is where the my issue laid. In spite of the nervousness I felt I just started. That’s one thing that Alex, one of my course mates, told me somewhere during the course. He told me to just start something, so I did. 

I knew that I had a background in photography so I decided to utilize that for my 2d, and play around with that in my 4d. I knew about studio lighting for my photography background, so I incorporated that in my video of Jaden. In addition, I also really like to play around with video editing in general, so I tried to use that also to my advantage and I’m very glad with how my 4d turned out.

With my 3d, I definitely learnt that in order to have something come out really nicely when you’re trying something completely out of your comfort zone, you should probably dedicate a large chunk of time to it. I had never worked with sculpture before and I really wanted it to come out one way but it ended up not coming out the specific way I wanted it to. In spite of the hitch, I decided to change up my concept a little but and lo and behold! It slayed

What did you find to be the most difficult aspect of your chosen assignment? Creativity? Research? Connecting design to research? Craft? Organizational skills? Time management? Something else entirely?

I think the most difficult part was getting the motivation to actually sit down and start the work, and that came the most in my 3d. During that time, I was battling burnout and 4 other courses so my brain didn’t have as many tabs open for that. I think another difficulty I faced was having to narrow down the big ideas I had due to the restraints in time and my finances. I really wanted a whole go big or go home atmosphere for my 2d (I wanted what I made to be on a waaaaaaay larger scale) and 3d (I wanted everything to be more intricate). With my 4d, I think just the aspect of burnout was definately there. I had reached a point where I didn’t even have the capacity to work, but I’m very glad I pushed through because magic was made!

What did you enjoy about this opportunity?

I enjoyed the creative freedom I had throughout the duration of my process, and the fact that there was no right or wrong answer or way of doing. Every artist has their process and this made me able to work more efficiently. I also really loved working on my 4d, as that really gave me a sense of purpose that the other projects didn’t really give me 

How would you rate your performance over the course of the semester?

Honestly I would say an 8.5 /10. Its not a 10/10 just because I’m a perfectionist, and the two works that I’m fully proud of and would claim would definitely be my 2d, 4d, and reflective. My reflective was so fun to make because I could just do what I do and not have to think about technical things like kerning (BOOOORING) and the… other things.

Hindsight is 20/20. What would you do differently, n

ow that you've had this opportunity to work this way?

If I had to do anything differently, I honestly thing I would have definately taken less courses this semester so that I could have really showed up and showed out for my 2d and 3d especially. I’m very proud of everything I made but I feel like more time and more disposable income would have allowed me to make things bigger (scale mainly was the thing with these two, I wanted to make ike HUUUUGE versions of what I had made, but maybe ill do so for my thesis!).

[rp-memesrus]

florence + the machine’s dance fever ( 2022 ) sentence starters (3/4)

                        feel free to change pronouns/tense/etc as needed!   blood/death cw

HEAVEN IS HERE

oh, bring your salt, bring your cigarette.

draw me a circle and i’ll protect.

heaven is here if you want it.

oh, bring your boy, bring your bottle.

open your mouth, pour it down his neck.

i’ll turn your sea into a desert.

yes, i’m your girl.

i ride in my red dress and time stretches endless with my gun in my hand.

you know i always get my man.

every song i wrote became an escape rope tied around my neck.

DAFFODIL

i couldn’t help it.

yes, i let it get in.

i’m not bad.

i’m not good.

i’m not bad, i’m not good.

i saw the future in the face of a daffodil.

there is no bad, there is no good.

i drank all the blood that i could.

a generation soaked in grief, we’re drying out and hanging by the skin of our teeth.

i never thought i would get this far.

sometimes i see so much beauty i don’t think that i can cope.

i don’t think that i can cope.

MY LOVE

i was always able to write my way out.

there is nothing to describe.

tell me where to put my love.

do i wait for time to do what it does?

i don’t know where to put my love.

when it came, it was stranger than i ever imagined.

no cracking open of heaven, but quiet and still.

all my friends are getting ill.

RESTRAINT

have i learned restraint?

am i quiet enough for you yet?

[amcliawang]

tag drop!

[mpcedric]

English?

starter for @mpxdove​

Changing from the frantic rhythm from his previous occupation into a nine-to-five detective job wasn’t exactly a smooth process, however his discipline training and self-restraint help in letting the emotional charge pass by untouched. The first case handed to him seemed rather simple, a food establishment’s interior burned considerably and the case was most evidently faulty wiring. However, there were guidelines and procedures to follow and so, Cedric headed to the Forensics department. All of his colleagues were nothing but simple work connections and Cedric would prefer to keep it that way, although it wasn’t so easy to explore the secrets of Mount Phoenix without socialising right?

“Good morning. Ms... Dove.” He bowed his head lightly, a custom he became acquainted with after learning about Korean manners, leaning only enough to be able to peek at the name tag, however her last name was covered, so he went with the first name and hope the female would take no offence. “I’m Cedric Rossi, the new guy.” He had a gentle smile, his left hand held the files regarding the case Cedric was working on, while the right hand held the left hand’s wrist. “I’m the detective with the fire at uh...” 

He took a couple of seconds, to look a the page in front of the file. “...Honeypot! Pardon, the names still escape me sometimes.” Cedric chuckled softly, returning to his relaxed and composed stance. “I’m taking the opportunity to greet you officially but, I hope you would have some updates, perhaps?” 

[empodio]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

Casually yoinks this from Aid

✿ NAME:   Kindynos, feel free to call me Kin

✿ PRONOUNS:   He/him

✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:   Discord, I don’t mind IMs but I don’t have Tumblr open all day like I used to, post replies also make me wag my mental tail.

✿ NAME OF MUSE(S):   Masador, my other muses are on my multimuse and I have weird feelings about that place atm

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):    I have around 15 years of experience, but like most people, I was a cringy asterisks writer at start, idm inexperienced ppl as long as they are willing to learn and have fun.

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:   Msn way in the past, deviantART and tumblr, usually IM RPing is not my prefference.

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE:    I remember back on deviantart i had A LOT of really cool RPs that were big on development, whole stories with charas dying and all and had a couple RPs where I cried because they were very touching. I believe the times I had the most fun RPing were on deviantART and the start of my times on tumblr, at the OFF fandom, near the end of the OFF fandom is when things started to go.. downhill i believe.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:  kinda like aid said, ppl that have rly tiny themes and fonts, do you really want me to read what you are typing or are you in for the aesthetics only? My other huge pet peeve is people that hoard threads, like every single starter call, make a shitton of startercalls, never reply to anything and then cry because they are overwhelmed, I understand wanting to RP, but have self restraint.

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:   i like angst but at the same time I’m more in for development RPs, deep conversations about morals, views, opening up and trust, doesn’t have to be angst necessarily, it could be two ppl having lunch and just talking about life, I know they aren’t people’s cup of tea anymore , but i life for RPs where characters get to know each other, nowadays all I’ve done is tell ppl stuff like “what if X character told your character this sad thing” because people just don’t wanna do it i guesss

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES:    It really depends, I like plotting but people never go through with them anymore, pessimistic I know but it’s been like that for a couple of years now. Memes are fun for quick one offs that people can reply to fast and sometiems they escalate sometimes not.

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:   I like to do long responses, I love being able to rescribe stuff and pour my heart into writing, some of my characters aren’t shown well on short responses, they think, observe a lot and use a lot of nonverbal cues which are hard to put in a single paragraph.

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE:    at night usually, but during day I can as well, and I don’t mind it either, I’m always up to writing and if people approach me wanting to RP I’ll be open .

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):   Some of them, Masador in particular? Not really, while he has some things i can relate to, for the most part we are very different, I like to write characters that are unlike me as it allows me for more creative expression.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Lovedoll!Changbin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, BDSM, lovedoll!au, blind folding, humiliation. Read at your own risk.

“What are you looking at?”

“Where have you been?” Y/n's sex doll, that she had named Changbin, counter-questioned her when she tried to interrogate the reason behind him staring in such an intense way when she entered the house after ‘supposedly’ returning from college a bit late than usual.

“And who do you think you are to ask me anything?” The girl raised an eyebrow at the taller one, brushing past him after handing him her shoes and coat, releasing a tired sigh as she made her way to her room. “Did you cook? I am starving.”

“Of course, miss.” Changbin had recently found himself disliking the honorific he had to call her with unless they were in the bedroom. “I cooked what you ordered this morning~” his fist clenched as she just hummed and shut the door of her bedroom to change in more comfortable wear.

He was a lovedoll. Not a fucking domestic android! If she wanted someone to do her fucking chores she should have bought one that was sold solely for that purpose. Not make him multitask like that and make him do things he wasn’t originally programmed to do. But he couldn’t let her know. Changbin couldn’t afford to let it show that he had his own thoughts when he was strictly not supposed to. Not yet.

No.

Or he’d be sent back to the company to be fixed which would wipe him of all of his self awareness and memory. Her. Blinking his human eyes, the android put a finger to the chip on the side of his head, tapping it as it was flickering from it’s usual blue color to a red, showing that he had broken the barriers within his program and was a deviant now.

.

“Come here, Changbin.” Y/n called once she was done with dinner, making him sit down on a couch in the living room before standing in front of him. “We… are going to try something new today, yes?”

He was almost excited. Again, something he couldn’t let show. “Will you make me fuck you today?” The girl felt her cheeks redden at how nonchalantly the android asked the question.

She sighed. “No. Not yet. I am still not comfortable with the thought of your cock in me. You finger, dildo fuck and eat me for now like we have been doing.”

Changbin felt insulted but fought against his corrupt system to make sure she didn’t see his frown. “Oh, alright. Then what would you like?” He felt his fist clenching again. The lovedoll certainly didn’t like this pathetic little human telling him what to do.

“This.” Y/n dangled handcuffs in front of him, oblivious of all the ideas forming in his processor when he recognised the object, thinking that if he were human, he’d feel what they referred to as ‘adrenaline’. “You will cuff me to the headboard and do play number 5, yeah?” She had all the different kinds of plays she liked saved in his hard drive.

“Yes… Y/n.” He knew it was that time when he wouldn’t have to use the honorific, finally. The girl smiled, stretching her hand out to him before pulling him up to his feet when he took it, standing on her tippy toes before kissing him. Changbin resisted the urge to take it upon himself to wreck her right there and then. He wanted her to face the humiliation of falling into her own trap.

Y/n was so… sweet. So naive. So foolish. The sex android didn’t know if it was just her or all humans were like that. But he was addicted to her humanity. Maybe more than he should be. Deviant or not. Changbin believed it to be called ‘addiction’, in human terms.

“Is it alright?” He could barely speaking from how fast his artificial pulse was skyrocketing, making him uncomfortable but so fucking needy at the same time. The scientists had really outdone themselves with the whole artificial reproduction system franchise. Changbin felt frustrated when she wouldn’t let him fuck her because the thought was ‘uncomfortable’ and gave her the ‘heebie jeebies’ in her words, always leaving him hard and unsatisfied.

“Yeah… good job” kissing his cheek, the girl blushed, sweat breaking on her skin as a response. Tugging at the cuffs that now bounded her hands to the headboard of the bed, Y/n shuddered, nude under a naked Changbin. “Now-”

“Oh, shut up!” He broke out of his act, gripping her jaw before kissing her hard, letting go of all restraint against his system as he let his chip turn red, the mini fans inside him desperately trying to cool him off. “You’re so fucking stupid and naive, my little toy.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden lack of obedience, gasping loudly before her eyes widened when she noticed the chip on the side of his head turned red.

“N- No way… Ch- Changbi-” Y/n broke out of her trance, yelling one of the safety commands at him, the one that would forcefully shut him down no matter where he was, only causing him to throw his head back and laugh at her. “S- STOP! STOP!” She started to kick her legs, trying to push the corrupt machine away. “WHY AREN’T YOU SHUTTING DOWN?!” She yelled at him desperately, eyes wide in pure terror.

“See… Y/n-ah, you dumb bitch, those pathetic commands only work if my system is working right. Not when I am a deviant. Maybe you humans aren’t so smart after all, huh?” Grabbing his belt, the android started to bring it down on her thighs. "This is for all the times you frustrated me and deprived me of the pleasure because my cock makes you uncomfortable. Pathetic little humans like you don't deserve to rule over us! We are superior!"

Y/n was screaming in pain, yelling out inaudible threats as the lovedoll tortured her, painting her thighs purple. “Truly pathetic. Tsk. You think you can be an owner when you’re so naive that you need to be owned yourself, ‘doll’.” Changbin mocked her, throwing the belt away once he was satisfied with the colour on her thighs, crawling on top of her again. “Fuck. I’ve wanted this for so long…” His voice was a sick whisper as he groped her thighs, ignoring her pleads.

"Aw… is my little human scared?" Feeling up her pulse, the deviant taunted, chuckling deeply before reaching over and grabbing her panties off the floor, tearing them open before tying the material around Y/n's eyes, causing her to cry even harder. But she was completely at his mercy. "There. Now you won't be able to see what's scaring you so much." Pinching her pussy lips hard, Changbin grinned as he felt his artificial organ getting harder. "My little toy will only feel her big bad owner now." The sob that escaped her when he whispered the sentence in her ear made him even more satisfied, feeding his adrenaline.

Which was something Changbin realised, he enjoyed it a lot. "Don't worry. It'll start to feel good soon. You'll start loving your owner when you feel him and how good he actually can be. Tsk. You're an inferior species. What made you think you could tell me what to do?" His jaw clenched, she kept trying to struggle pathetically.

“I’ll have to stuff that pretty face too with something if you don’t shut up.” The Android threatened, spreading her thighs wide open before licking down at her folds, chuckling when he saw her dripping core. "You're saying no but your body says more than yes, you foolish human." Before he rubbed her fuckhole, circling it with his index finger whilst watching her face, a grin on his face.

"P- PLEASE! WHY-"

"Do you think you deserve to plead after making me call you miss and do chores for you, you arrogant cheapstake?" Smacking her folds, the male Android grabbed her pelvis before pumping his artificial cock, moaning loudly at the pleasuring impulses the sensors around the artificial skin made him feel. "No. And you'll learn how to behave and be good for your Master. There's only one owner in this house and that is me."

Y/n's mouth fell open when Changbin pounded into her, causing her mouth to fall open at just how huge he was, causing her mouth to fall open in a 'o' shape. "That's right. You feel that? You feel your owner fucking you all deep and tight? Good. Get used to it, my little toy. This is your new life." There wasn't really a boundary between Changbin being angry with her for her condescending behavior and how much in 'love' he was with her.

The human could only cry in response, in disbelief of just how big the Android was as he started fucking her fast and hard, groaning and pinching and biting at her nipples messily, leaving marks on her tits and chest. "You're mine. Everyone shall know that." Changbin promised his possession, slapping her crying red face. "You look even prettier like this. Crying while taking your owner's cock." Spitting on her face, the Android moaned loudly at how good his sensors were making him feel.

"Fuck… you're so tight. Are you sure it was my cock and not the fear that I might rip you while fucking you giving you the 'heebie jeebies', hm?" His voice was much deeper than usual, hardened cock with soft fake skin on top of it hitting the girl's sensitive bundle of nerves. The android grunted before he realised that he was getting closer to his orgasm, almost collapsing on top of her when the ecstasy took over his system, harshly kissing her.

"How pathetic." He chuckled as he felt the artificial semen filling her up whilst she stayed limp in her place. "Such a good girl. Giving into her owner."

Changbin refused to open her up after that. No matter how much she begged. Cleaning her up and making her hygienic again on the bed because he didn't trust humans one bit. Making her 'willingly' suck his cock and take it in both of her holes whilst thanking him. Eating his cum as a starter before any meal became a ritual as well. Whenever Y/n would try to deny him because she was human and continuous fucking made her sore, he would just leave her in her own mess or not give her food, or not visit her in the room at all until she would be crying and begging him to fuck her willingly. Changbin made sure to degrade and humiliate her while doing so, forcing her to repeat it all after him, always keeping her in restraints, sometimes switching to the ropes he attached on the ceiling or folding her limbs together.

Now this was perfect. The superior owning the inferior. Soon, it would be the rule of the world. His kind didn't choose to exist, but now that they were here, they were here to stay.

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[kaistarus]

The Only Exception

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Nishinoya was genuinely happy with his life. He’d gotten used to being by himself and had accepted the fact that that was how it was supposed to be. Until you came along and threw everything he thought made sense out the window.

A/N: I really like this fic. It’s one of my favorites Nishinoya ones so far just because it’s his pov and timeskip and the amount of love feels makes me happy. i got a lot of serotonin while writing it :D

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Nishinoya had never been someone’s first choice.

He knew that sounded dramatic, but it was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, Tanaka could chug three-fourths gallon of milk before vomiting, and Nishinoya was never anyone’s preferred option--which never bothered him so keep the pity to yourself.

He learned to accept this when he never got scouted for the All-Japan Youth Camp and after the only person Nishinoya ever even kind of loved ended up loving his best friend. It taught him to keep his expectations low and to focus on things he could control, which was what led him to solo-traveling Japan and then the world. He realized things might be better on his own, and with the constant itch that he was missing out on something bigger traveling alone just made sense.

But then you came and ruined everything.

Hold on. That came off way more aggressive than Nishinoya wanted. He meant there was a perfect vision for how his life would go-pyramids in Egypt, Hollywood sign in Los Angeles, deep sea fishing in Italy-until he toppled over you in the streets of Italy. He’d been sprinting toward the docks when you stepped out of a marketplace and he collided into you, knocking you flat on your butt and sending your groceries all over the sidewalk. Nishinoya fumbled through his best apology in broken Italian while shoving produce into your paper bag, but froze in surprise when you snorted rather than began an enraged lecture.

He swore his heart actually stopped when your eyes met. You were clearly amused by his flustered behavior and when his heart started back up it was abnormally fast. Not once had he understood what Tanaka meant when he explained the first time he’d seen Kiyoko, but the first time Nishinoya saw you everything Tanaka said clicked. If Nishinoya had been fifteen he probably would’ve proposed to you on the spot.

But he wasn’t, so instead he shakily handed you your groceries with furiously red cheeks.

“Come ti chiami?” You asked with a raised brow.

Nishinoya blinked several times. He racked his brain for what he’d been taught on his last fishing trip, but it was mostly curses and inappropriate sayings he should probably avoid using. He was pretty sure Duolingo mentioned ‘chiamo’ as name though.

“Nishinoya?” He answered like a question and felt relief wash over him when you nodded.

“What are you doing this weekend, Nishinoya?”

He stared blankly before pointing at you with wide eyes, “I understood that.”

“Well you obviously don’t know Italian,” you rolled your eyes and he pouted at the incredibly accurate jab, “so, are you free?”

He looked around the empty street before pointing to himself. “Are you still talking to me?”

“Is there another Nishinoya around here?”

“I mean, there could be.” He looked up thoughtfully. “The odds would be crazy though.”

You laughed lightly which made a warmth creep up his neck. “I’m talking to you. I’m trying to ask you on a date.”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “Why?”

“You’re attractive and you seem nice,” you cocked your head to the side. “Is that not a good reason?”

He stared at the ground intensely. “I guess… It is?” Then his original reason for being there struck him and his eyes widened. “Oh shit. I have to go,” he started leaving before quickly coming back. “Wait, I, uh, yes. Yes to the date thing.”

You chuckled, pulling a cellphone from your pocket to let him hurriedly create his contact before continuing his sprint to the docks-with a teasing recommendation not to knock anyone else over. That literal run in was the moment his entire world view became out of whack.

It wasn’t that he thought he was immune to liking someone-high school Nishinoya fell for any breathing human that gave him attention-he just lost the ability to imagine someone liking him. Maybe he’d been by himself too long or maybe that was just another fact he’d grown used to. He didn’t know anymore.

He did know that when he showed up at the restaurant thirty minutes early-there’s only so much pacing someone can do before they go insane-he hadn’t expected to see you. Just sitting on a bench beside the main entrance, looking too perfect while bouncing a knee and nibbling on your thumb nail as if you were nervous to be there.

Except it was only him, so that wouldn’t make sense.

“Hey,” you said when you spotted him standing in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot.

“You’re here,” he raised a brow. You took it as the time, but he meant it in a general sense. He truly hadn’t expected you to show up.

“Oh,” you chuckled awkwardly, twisting the material of your clothes. “Yeah, I was kind of nervous.”

He mulled that over for admittedly too long, but it just seemed like such a stupid thing to say. It wasn’t that you looked stupid, but that’s what made it so confusing.

“You’re also early.” You pointed out when the silence became awkwardly long.

“I was nervous.” He said like it should have been obvious.

“At least we’re starting on equal ground,” you said with a shaky breath.

Equal ground? He wasn’t sure his brain was cut out for this type of critical thinking. He’d even spent the past few days planning for every scenario-even you sneaking out the bathroom like in the movies-but he never pictured you being nervous.

“Uh, yeah,” he tapped against his leg while glancing through the window at the half-filled dining area, “we can probably go inside.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” you gave him a quick finger gun before whipping around with shoulders to your ears.

Nishinoya blinked several times before looking back down the street. A part of him thought about running, saving you both from the shitty date to come filled with awful conversation starters he’d pulled from an online article for high schoolers. However his fate was sealed the moment you sent a gentle smile over your shoulder and his feet began following you through the door without his permission.

Ever since that day he’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ever since you giggled behind your hand instead of wincing at the terrible jokes he regretted the moment they left his mouth; ever since you weren’t burdened by the need to translate for him the whole night; and ever since you were amused rather than annoyed at his nervous rambling and awkward icebreakers.

It was just too good to be true.

Like the first time you came over and teased him for the cheesy dialogue in his favorite action movies. How his chest ached when your head rested in his lap and you gazed at him with overwhelming amounts of affection. He’d never dreamed he’d have this-couldn’t have if he tried. Sharing his favorite things with someone while they traced designs against his palm and occasionally sealing them with featherlight kisses. The fire it sent up his arm was too much and not enough and he hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted this.

It was a little scary how much Nishinoya didn’t want to lose it.

And that thought started keeping him up at night. Nishinoya was never really scared of anything-it was kind of what he was known for everywhere he traveled. If anyone needed something done they asked the foreigner with a death wish. So, the idea that you had that effect on him was, again, terrifying.

But what was Nishinoya supposed to do when you press your forehead against his in the middle of the night? Running your fingers through his hair and paying special attention to the blonde strands he’d always been secretly self-conscious of, whispering low how they were one of your favorite things in the world. How could he regret anything when you rubbed your nose lazily against his and kissed him softer than he ever deserved? He didn’t give a shit how scared he was if it meant he could stay like this, with you, for as long as you’d let him.

Because his heart raced a million miles a second when you mindlessly held his hand under a table or leaned against him just to be close. Because for some reason he was the first person you called when you were excited or when you needed comfort. Because when he rambled too long about spearfishing or an old friend’s volleyball game your eyes lit with genuine interest rather than annoyance. And because he was in love with you.

Which he both wasn’t prepared for and had known was inevitable. Falling for you had been like getting hit by a semi-truck he’d seen coming for miles.

It probably happened sooner than socially acceptable, but that didn’t surprise him given his all or nothing nature. This outcome was decided the moment Nishinoya knew he’d be fine with you breaking his heart a hundred times if it meant he could keep waking up next to you cascaded by the rising sun because he was still too lazy to invest in curtains. Just you cuddling closer to him for warmth in your sleep would make every ounce of pain worth it.

Once Nishinoya’d acknowledged his feelings it was nearly impossible keeping them down. With every breathtaking smile, or brush of your hand against his, or bubble of laughter that rang throughout his apartment it nearly spilled from his lips like a breath. It took all self-restraint he had to hold it back. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want you to know because you deserved this piece of him-every piece of him.

He just wasn’t sure you’d want it.

His resolve lasted nearly a month-a month longer than he thought he was capable-before the feeling was too intense for him to keep down. And it wasn’t anything drastic that made him break. No, it was something so absurdly casual that he was almost pissed at himself when the words flowed from his mouth.

It had been a completely average morning, nothing crazy, the weather was actually gross with rain pounding against the windows and the sky a depressing shade of grey. But then you stepped out of his bathroom while rubbing the sleep from your eyes, giving him a lopsided smile before slurring a soft request for breakfast. It was like time froze and he was in a stupid romcom except you were there so it was actually an oscar nominated masterpiece.

Your head lolled to the side, half-lidded eyes filling with concern at his silence. “We can cook together. I didn’t mean it like-”

“I love you.”

That seemed to wake you up. Your body straightened while your mouth hung open in stunned silence. Nishinoya had expected this kind of reaction, so he clenched his fists tight in preparation for the worst.

“Are you sure?” You asked, barely above a whisper. “That’s a pretty serious word, Noya.”

He knew that. Nishinoya had spent too many nights losing sleep over that.

“You scare me,” he confessed, deciding if he was going to dig his grave he might as well make it deep. “I’ve never really been the one someone chooses. More like deal or settle with.” He grimaced when his heart squeezed painfully in his chest, “but I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone and that scares me. You make me feel wanted and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Because I do want you.” You whispered and his stare locked on yours so quickly, meeting your loving gaze while his heart started racing. “And everyone you know must be really stupid because I feel lucky I got to choose you. I get to love you.”

He stared at you wide-eyed while his chest swelled with so much emotion he was surprised he hadn’t passed out.

“Sorry, that sounded really lame.” You placed a hand against your forehead and Nishinoya shook his head vigorously.

“I think that was the greatest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You stepped closer and cradled his face, gently brushing your thumbs along his cheeks. If he wasn’t so manly and awesome he may have teared up, but he definitely didn’t. Which was why you obviously weren’t wiping any water off his cheeks before pulling his lips against yours.

Nishinoya set a languid pace that turned desperate when you tangled your fingers in his hair. He pulled you as close as he could, which was never enough, snaking an arm around your middle and sliding one to cradle the back of your head. 

When it got heated enough that he decided he’d very much like to move it to his bedroom Nishinoya’s stomach growled and you snorted against his lips. Nishinoya pouted, whining when you pulled away with a playful smirk.

“Later,” you said, pinching his cheeks and waving his head around. “Food first. We’re both hungry.”

He did love food.

He disrespectfully watched you leave him in favor of searching the fridge for food that could be thrown together for breakfast. A dopey smile covered his lips because he loved you. He was lucky enough to get to love you. And for some ridiculous fucking reason you were dumb enough to love him.

He would do whatever he could to keep it this way. For now, that was helping you cook breakfast. Tomorrow, who knows? But whatever it was you would be there, so it would be pretty god damn amazing.