#there r so many things i would change but eh. i still like it

[bixiaoshi]

i wish kakucho and takemichi's friendship was more explored :(

[sophiethewitch1]

Before any asks come in, I figured I'd do some for my current crowning hyperfixation, which is the boys. Did one for each of their initials but Dick got two because I couldn't choose <3

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! , gen soft yandere behavior, murder, kidnapping, dacryphilia, sadism/masochism

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

Dick: Dick is the most moral of the yandere batfam, and considers doing the right thing very important. Of course, you’re still much, much more important but… He’ll definitely start small. He’s manipulative. Always begging and pleading for a little more of your time, whining when you don’t give it. And he does it openly, too, not even trying to hide it. Maybe that will absolve him of some of his sins, he thinks a little pathetically. Things like murder and other crimes are harder for him to get into, as he’s quite loyal to Bruce’s code. And he probably wouldn’t kidnap you, just move into your house instead, then your bedroom, then under the covers and with your arms around you. Very slowly, so he doesn’t scare you away. And as someone who has experienced s/a before, he wouldn’t do that to you. No matter how desperate, no matter how many nights he spends taking a suspiciously long time in the shower, he’d never do that to you. In the end, he just wants you to be happy so… so the other stuff doesn’t need to matter as much.

Damian: Damian has a very black and white form of thinking. It took Bruce a hell of a lot of work to change that, and with the advent of you in his life, he swings right back to that black and white. Morality is thrown right out the window when it comes to getting you, to getting you to love him. Murder? He’s done it before. Kidnapping? He’ll keep you safe with him. He’s a romantic, though (like they all are) and he wants you to love him back. He’s irritated that he can’t force that, that if he broke you, you wouldn’t be you. So in the end he won’t ever do anything too far, nothing that would truly get in the way of his goal. Still, with the kidnapping thing, you guys are just going to get stuck together for a while, because he’s certainly not letting you go. The two of you are just gonna have to suffer together till you inevitable fall in love with him. Don’t worry, he’s got a plan!

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

Jason: Jason is so unbelievably jealous it sometimes physically hurts. Like he’s being burned alive by it, which, well, he knows what that’s like so he can say it with confidence. He finds your presence calming, usually, but that first time he sees you laughing at a close friend’s joke, he realises you bring out every emotion in him. This time, fiery rage from the literal pits’ of hell. He won’t ever hurt you (and if he ever thinks of it, even for just a moment, the pure horror is enough of a cool bucket of icy water over his head to snap him out of it) but others? Oh, oh no. He left that silly ‘no killing’ code behind a long time ago, and he’s very glad for that as he beats one of your admirers into the concrete. And if you have other yanderes under your thrall? You’ll find yourself constantly breaking up fights, and maybe one day, cleaning up a body. Even then, Jason doesn’t like seeing you touch them, so he does it for you instead. What a sweet guy, eh?

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

Richard/Dick: Constantly. Dick is constantly suffering under the weight of his choices, the way he’s treated you, the things he thinks about you. And even as he does it again, does worse, he’ll still have that bit of guilt in the back of his mind. He wants to stay with you, to fucking climb inside your rib cage and live next to the comforting sound of your beating heart, but he knows that’s all unhealthy. He sometimes can’t banish the guilt from his head, sometimes it’s overwhelming, and those are the moments he’ll back off a bit.

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

Tim (Going to play around with this one a bit, if you’ll forgive me): Tim is purely fascinated by you. He’s one of the yanderes who gets obsessed with you first, and falls for you second. Your tears, just simply by being a byproduct of you are fascinating to him too. And yeah, they turn him on. Everything about you turns him on, but the sight of your weepy face, has his cock weepy too. As a sadomasochist switch, he likes it when you’re suffering just a little bit. It’s just too cute to resist. But on the other side… he likes when you make him cry too. He likes when you hurt him, as long as you’re paying him attention, looking at him. He’ll cry all you like, if you think it makes him cute, too.

[juanarc-thethird]

Anything for ruby’s birthday since it’s today

Sorry for the delay. -----------------------

Jaune: *Playing videogames*

Ruby: *Kicks the door open* Jaune, today is my birthday!

Jaune: *Worry* (OH NO!!!) H-Happy Birthday Ruby.

Ruby: And you know what I want for my birthday?~💕 *She said with seductive eyes*

Jaune: I-I have no idea. (Please don't let it be something lewd)

Ruby: Well, it's something we can do together~💕

Jaune: I see... (Please don't...)

Ruby: It might take us all night~💕

Jaune: All *gulp* night? (She totally means…)

Ruby: Yes, and in the end… We will have a stomachache! The two of us are going trick-or-treating!!

Jaune: *Relieved* Thank good.

Ruby: What's the matter?

Jaune: Nothing, don't worry about it. So, what are you going to dress up as? I can go as-

Ruby: Say no more! I have the perfect costumes for us both.

Moments later...

*DING DONG!*

Neighbor: *Opens the door* What do we have... here?

In front of him was Ruby dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and Jaune as a werewolf.

Ruby: Trick or treat!

Neighbor: Aren't you too old for this?

Ruby: *Serious* You have a nice house, it would be bad if something happened to it.

Neighbor: *Scared* P-Please have some candy.

Ruby: Yay!!

The neighbor put some candy in their sacks and closed the door in fear.

Jaune: I think you scared him.

Ruby: Nah, I don't thinks so. Now give me your candy.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Your candy, give it to me.

Jaune: But is mine.

Ruby: Is my birthday~

Jaune: Uhg... fine.

Jaune takes his sack and empties it into Ruby's.

Jaune: Where to now?

Ruby: To the next house, duh…

Jaune: Right...

The two headed to each house they will find. They received everything from large bars of chocolate to sweets that only a grandmother knows how to find. Some didn't want to give out candy, but with a little threat convincing from Ruby, they changed their minds. The loot was so big that she had to put it on her back to carry it. But unfortunately for Jaune, all of his candy remains in Ruby's possession.

As it's getting close to midnight, Ruby and Jaune arrive at the last house.

*DING DONG!*

Prof Port: Hello there! How glad I am to see you two. Are you two having a good Halloween?

Ruby: Yep, by the way, do you have any sweets?!

Prof Port: Of course! I have big bags of sour Skittles.

Jaune: *Excited* Sour Skittles!!!

Sour Skittles are Jaune's favorite candy. He can eat so many of them until he vomits.

Prof Port: Oh ho! I see that you like that type of sweets. You know, since you're the last ones before I go to sleep, I'll give you what I have left. Here you have it.

He filled their bags with what he had left.

Prof Port: Happy Halloween!

Ruby/Jaune: Happy Halloween!

Port closed the door and the two walk back home while talking about what just happened.

Jaune: Oh my god, Ruby! Today we won the lottery with Prof. Port!

Ruby: Yeah! *She pushes her sack of candy near Jaune*

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Give me your candy.

Jaune: WHAT?! NO!

Ruby: But is my birthday *Puppy eyes*

Jaune: No way! This is my favorite candy!

Ruby: Give it to me now!

Jaune: No!

Angry, Ruby uses her semblance to take Jaune's sack and put the candy in hers.

Jaune: What the?!

Ruby: Thanks for the candy, Vomit boy~

Jaune was furious. Watching Ruby take all the sweets she doesn't like is one thing, but take the sour skitlles?! There are things that a man will not give up. Ruby must be punished.

Ruby: Ok then, we are almost home. Are you still there Jaune? *Looks back at Jaune*

Jaune: *Looks at her in anger*

Ruby: *Worried* Jaune, why are you looking at me like that?

Jaune: *He starts walking towards her*

Ruby: J-Jaune?

Jaune: You must be punished. *He dominantly says*

Ruby: *Scarouse* Eh?!

Later in Ruby's room...

Jaune has Ruby face down in his lap with her cute ass exposed.

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Ouwy!

Jaune: That's for taking my candy!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Hgr!

Jaune: That's for making me wear that silly costume!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Oh God!

Jaune: And that's for scaring the neighbors with your threats! Did you learn your lesson?

Ruby: *Looks at him with hearts in her eyes* Nop~💕

Jaune: *Angry* You little..!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: GoD! (This was the best idea I've ever had! Thank you Blake!)

Neo: *Watching from the window, in jealousy* "Lucky bitch😡"

So it begins…

[sebadztian]

Random ask, what do you love about Sebastian and Ciel's dynamic? What made you ship them? What are your fav SebaCiel moments from the series and your fav headcanon for SebaCiel?

I'm so late into sebaciel fandom, just realized that many sebaciel blog are not active anymore. Imagine my surprise when I found your blog and your fics. Thanks for still being here for newbies like me. Now I'm still reading your fic "The Spare" (and it's so good feels like I'm reading canon divergence au novel version, because all of them are in characters) 😄😁🤩

One of my moot, said to me that Sebastian and Ciel's relationship are like father and son. And tell me please ignore sebaciel shipper if I got into the fandom. Now, after I read the manga and watch the anime, I'm confused of those who hate sebaciel shipper and insist that the relationship is just wholesome platonic (including my dear moot)....

Hope you have a wonderful day, @sebadztian ....

Hello! I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to answer your ask!

First of all, welcome to Sebaciel nation!

What I love about Sebaciel dynamic is their power struggle. On one hand, Ciel is the master, but on the other hand, Sebastian is a powerful centuries old demon. Ciel might be the one holding the leash, but at the end of the day, Sebastian is the one who gets to decide how far he could go. He's a very tricky demon who'd try to find loopholes that benefit him or those that allow him to mess with his little lord (like in BoC with the snakes).

But then that changed. Slowly, but surely, he grows to care for Ciel and now he's finding loopholes that would benefit them. He sees himself as Ciel's butler and whatever he does now is for his master's benefits (and his too, of course). However, despite all that, he still continues to challenge Ciel at every turn. It's that complexity of their relationship that makes me ship them. They're constantly trying to out-power the other, but at the end of the day, they're a team.

Another thing that makes me ship them is because they're the only ones who know each other's true self. Ciel knows who, or rather what Sebastian is, and Sebastian knows who Ciel really is. Everyone else saw him either as the weaker, sick little brother to r!Ciel, or they know him as r!Ciel (because he's inpersonating him), but nobody has truly know him as the boy who has grown into his own person. He's not that weak, sickly boy anymore, nor was he the boy that he's trying to impersonate, and Sebastian is the only one who knows him better than anyone.

Headcanons... Funny you ask... I have two kinds of headcanons. If you've read any of my fics, you'd see that my Sebaciels are mostly fluffy & romantic, with some angst here and there, but when it comes to canon, I don't ever see them kissing, let alone saying 'I love you' or anything of that effect. Of course, I'm hoping to see them kiss in the last panel of the manga, but for them to be all lovey dovey? Eh... I don't think they have it in them...

I have some headcanons, but my one consistent headcanon is that they're soulmates and that Sebastian has finally find his match in Ciel. Even from the start, he's acknowledged that.

My favourite Sebaciel moments... BoM might be my favourite arc, but I really love Germany. From how worried Sebastian is about Ciel that he's willing to lower himself and serve Sieglinde, to how devastated he is that Ciel keeps rejecting him, and then he tries to eat Ciel and Ciel chooses him, and how relieved Sebastian looks afterwards, and of course, the part when he admits that he enjoys playing Ciel's butler. And then I love what happens after, ehen they're just hanging out in Ciel's room and teasing each other. This arc is the turning point of their relationship, or at least, these moments are when Sebastian shows us (the readers) that he has changed.

Thank you for your ask!

[neverinadream]

I P I C T U R E M Y F U T U R E W I T H Y O U - T H E T E A S E R

Summary: Whilst out on his boat, you and Christian talk about a possible future together.

Notes: this is a BIG TEASER mainly because i will be working tomorrow, friday and saturday, so i'll be mostly writing and finishing this in the evenings so you could get this weekend at some point. anyway, how do we feel about it so far????

He casts his eyes in your direction, the ghost of a grin printed on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes. "My hands are right where they need to be," he replies, chuckling as he catches you rolling your eyes. You mumble something under your breath about him being cheesy, but he doesn't quite catch it. He's too distracted by his wandering eyes.

He sighs happily. This was all he had wanted since the start of your relationship a little over a year ago. You and him, together, in a place that made him happy. He wanted to bring you to Jupiter on his last summer break, but you were hesitant about meeting his parents and the rest of his family so early into your relationship. And he respected that. But now his family loved you; you were close with his sister, his brother asked more questions about what you were up to than he cared to ask about Christian, and his parents regarded you as one of the family. He almost didn't like how well you got on with his dad, mainly because he was the target of many, many jokes.

"Eh, eyes front and centre, buddy," you jab your finger softly into his side, causing a low 'oof' sound to fall off his lips. He had been taking not-so-subtle glances at your chest since you had changed into the bikini. It was a new piece purposely purchased for your first time staying at his place in Jupiter, so seeing you for the first time in this new cobalt blue set was driving him crazy. He wanted his hands on every single part of you. "I don't want my first time on a boat to end with us capsizing because you've got the hormones of a teenage boy who has just discovered the ancient art of wanking," you joke, shaking your head.

"Oh, I love it when you speak dirty to me," he counters, chuckling once more as you give him a not-so-amused stare.

He leans over to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. "You look fucking gorgeous, by the way," he whispers into your ear, slipping his hand out of your pocket to cheekily squeeze your bum. You jump a little, gasping as you do. There must have been something in the air because you had never known him to be so handsy. And you were more than well aware that you weren't far enough away for his neighbours not to see. "I always love seeing you in blue," he continues, all movements of the boat ceasing as he takes his hand off the wheel.

"Forget it? Baby, that's a hard thing to forget," you tell him, sitting yourself down on his lap, your legs straddling either side of his thighs. Looping your hands around his neck, you brush your thumbs soothingly against his jaw. "You think about having kids with me?" You question him, giving him a small smile as he nods. "How many?"

"Three, just like my parents," he answers almost instantaneously, "but the opposite way around: two girls and a boy." He holds onto your hips, dragging you further up his lap until the end of your knees have hit the backrest and your chest is pressed against his. "I know we've only been together for a year, but these are the things I've been thinking about," he confesses, waiting anxiously for you to say something. Anything. "When I think of the future, I can only picture a future that has you in it."

"And what would their names be?" You ask, still inquiring about the imaginative children he had come up with inside his head.

"Whatever you wanted them to be."

Your cheeks burn with cheerful warmth as you crack a bright smile. Suddenly and all at once, you had fallen in love with him like you were falling in love with him for the first time again. Your grip on the back of his neck tightens, pulling him towards you as you leant forwards to crash your lips upon his. He kisses back, letting a hand drift away from your hips and cradle your face. The love you had for him poured its way into the kiss, leaving you both feeling light-headed and needing to take deep breaths as you pull apart.

"Do you have any idea of how much I love you?" You ask, your cheeks beginning to ache from all the smiling.

"I might do," he chuckles, tracing soft circles against your cheek.

"I'm gonna need more than three kids, though," you lean back, letting your hands drift onto his shoulders and down onto his biceps. He gives you a look that says, 'oh yeah?' "Of course," you nod your head, "I'm one of seven, remember?" Of course, he remembered. He almost didn't believe you; the thought of you having four brothers to impress and two sisters to win over frightened him. But luckily, they love him. He surprisingly fitted in with your often hectic family. "I want a house full of little ones."

"You're not joking, right?" He asks, a flicker of doubt plaguing his happiness.

"You said it yourself, Christian; I can only picture a future that has you in it," you reply, kissing both of his cheeks, "it just took for you to say it for me to see the picture clearly."

F O O T B A L L E R T A G L I S T

@shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens  @ofxinnocence @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @greykitkepa @thoseboysinblue @breakablehcaven @dinonuggiesforliferz

[jjksblackgf]

dámelo dos, papi | 2seok (m)

pairing — papi!seokjin x reader x hoseok summary — Seokjin always knows how to get you out of a bad mood. He brings out his secret weapon, Jung Hoseok. genre — smut, pwp, mafia au i guess rate — 21+ word count — 3.7k warnings — explicit sexual content, alcohol intake, crime related conversations, threesome, nipple play, anal play, protected sex, double penetration, masturbation (f & m receiving), cunnilingus, voyerism, light choking, multiple orgasms author’s note — this has been a year in the works, so i'm glad it's finally out! big thanks to Isi @raplinesmoon for taking a look at my notes and outline many moons ago.

Dancing right below the glamorous chandelier, Seokjin’s black suit contrasted beautifully to my red dress. All guests had eyes on us as they sipped the finest Laurent-Perrier champagne and ate their Parma ham with truffled burrate. This night couldn’t be on the top 10 worst nights of my life. Nonetheless, the preppy white-collar businessmen who chatted around us were always a reminder that this wasn’t a leisure event.

Seokjin held me tighter to his chest as he swayed me around the dance floor. He already knew that I didn’t like these events, and my deep sigh let him know I was reaching my limit.

“This is boring,” I whispered to Jin’s ear. “Can’t we leave?”

“You know we can’t, baby. Be a good girl so I can reward you later, eh? Keep in mind the little gift I gave you earlier.”

I knew it wasn’t an empty promise, Jin never joked about pleasing me, especially when buttplugs were involved. 

But it didn’t really move my mood. This was probably one too many. One too many corrupt people to please, one to many dangerous tasks to complete. One too many risks to take. Waking up one day and not knowing if I would see Seokjin at night. Did it matter that the job paid ten times more than your average surgeon?

“I want you to stop pouting,” Seokjin said to my ear after a minute. “It’s adorable, but I know the reason why, and it breaks my heart.”

“Aren’t you a softie?” I retorted sarcastically.

“Only for you,” he whispered before kissing my neck. 

That thawed my heart. I may not like the reason why I’m here, and I may not always understand why, but that’s the man I fell in love with. With all his flaws. The song ended, and he hugged me tight before leading us to our table. 

“I was going to start applauding, but I would be the only one doing it,” Hoseok started with a big grin, “You two have a plan B if this laundering thing doesn't work out.” I snorted and Jin rolled his eyes.

“You know what-” Seokjin started “No, you won’t, I’m not going to entertain this,” he gave me a look and got up “I’m going to the bar, can I bring you anything?”

“Surprise me,” I responded with a small smile. I watched as he walked away with stiff shoulders. I was still being an annoying pain in the ass, and I couldn’t let my bad mood ruin his’ even further, so it was time for a change in attitude. 

“So,” I said to Hoseok, “how’s the left wing of Seokjin’s crew?” He wasn't paying attention to me, just mainly looking around the room, bobbing his head to classical music. But he turned to look at me.

“Just the same, you know how they are,” he shrugged. “Corey started chatting up the wrong police officer last week. I almost had a heart attack, and then Steve almost got into a fight with one of the Kobariv’s guys…” he sighed and brushed his fingers across his forehead. 

“So you’re just running around putting out fires,” I chuckled and he joined.

“Pretty much. I wish I had your team, though. They’re just always so precise…” I shrugged, very smugly. 

“Maybe they’re scared of pissing off Jin’s girlfriend,” I offered with a shameless smile.

“Do you think if I kissed him in front of everyone they would respect me more, too?” he asked teasingly.

“That’s a weird way of saying you have a crush on me,” Seokjin said, sitting down and handing me a pink drink, he had his signature rye whiskey in hand. I laughed when Hoseok blew several kisses to Jin. 

I reached closer and rested my head to his shoulder. I smiled as his fingers softly caressed my naked back, and his cheek rested on top of my head.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest butter commercial couple?” Hoseok teased, batting his eyelashes and we couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, look at that,” he pointed with his chin to the dance floor where a group of three men were dancing. I didn’t know any of them. “They’re with that Snake guy I was telling you earlier.”

“Well, at least they’re allies for now,” Jin said, no emotion in his voice. “Want to go back there and start some friendly competition?” he asked me and I shrugged.

“Why not? I don’t mind winning.” I smiled confidently.

We made it to the floor, and the live band at least had the decency to play something more upbeat. Neither of us cared if there were people watching us dance. Both of my hands were secured around his neck, and his’ traveled freely between my hips and my back as we swayed. His lips also did a trip of their own, kissing my bare shoulder and neck whenever he could. 

I let the music and Jin guide me, throwing my head back a couple of times, giving his lips full access. I closed my eyes and let my hips move to his command. My palms once rested on my neck, after pushing my hair off my face. Jin gently guided me around the room, before placing my hands to his neck and holding my exposed knee close to his thigh for a final dip. 

When he placed me upright, I was a new person. I could almost feel the confidence taking over my veins, clouding my somber thoughts, leaving only lust behind. He held my chin up to hold my gaze. That wasn’t necessary anymore, as I didn’t intend to look at anything that wasn’t Seokjin. He leaned in and our noses touched, I parted my lips in expectation, “You’re intoxicating,” he whispered before he leaned deeper to kiss me. 

I hugged him tighter against my body and felt him relax a little more. I was ready to deepen the kiss when we heard someone clearing their throat. “Mind if I have one?” Hoseok asked, looking at me with a small smile.

I stared into his eyes for a second and was taken aback by his beauty. I never noticed him this way before. His hair was pushed back from his face, making me notice his perfect nose. His small smile made me notice the tiny freckle he had on his upper lip. Seokjin chuckled lightly by my side and kissed my forehead before releasing me. I blinked, coming back to the present.

I approached Hoseok, placing one hand on his shoulder as he took my other. The song was slower this time, and he guided me across the dancefloor. I giggled when he twist-turned me, before hugging me against his chest.

“I see you’re also a dancing expert,” I teased and he laughed too.

“I guess we have a future,” he joked. The sudden flip of my stomach surprised me. I knew he hadn’t meant it like that. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It didn't go unnoticed. “Yes, get into it,” he whispered into my ear.

I tried to control my breathing, but it was hard as I could feel his thumb caressing my waist, and his palm resting on the bare skin of my back. My attempts were not successful, though.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. I just nodded, taking a deep breath. He pulled back, probably to see me more clearly. His lips twitched, fighting a smile. “You don’t have to blush-” he started.

“I’m not blushing,” I interrupted him, a little too loudly. A few heads turned to our direction and I closed my eyes again. What's wrong with me?

“You don’t have to blush,” he continued, “I don’t think Seokjin is that preoccupied with us,” he pointed to our table with his chin.

My eyes widened slightly as I gasped. I didn’t even think of Jin. My heart sped up a little, and the damn butterflies were at it again, too. I turned my head to look at him. He was sipping his drink as he looked at us dancing. I was pretty sure he was smirking. I turned my attention back to the dance, shaking my head a little. It was probably the alcohol making me see things, feeling things where they shouldn't be felt.

“I know what will cheer you up,” Hoseok said, looking down at me. He twist-turned me again as the song morphed into a more upbeat tempo. He giggled at my surprised expression before pressing me against his chest again.

I wouldn’t let embarrassment ruin this moment for me, I needed to get back to my good mood. Jin promised me a good time, and I deserved some fun. I squared my shoulders, holding his gaze as I lifted my chin up. “That’s my girl,” he smirked, and the butterflies were set loose again.

I was just going to let loose. If the pathway to fun was to feel things I shouldn't, then so be it. I focused on enjoying the dance with Hoseok. I could hear his breathing, his body close enough to mine that his lips were right above my ear. My hand traveled from his shoulder to his hair, pressing our bodies closer together.

His hands were all over me as he led me on the dancefloor, I could feel his fingertips through the fabric of my dress. Even more tempting when they grazed my spine, before his palm pressed firmly against my back. Every now and then he would bow his head so he could whisper directions to me, and I was almost purring. 

He started humming the song, more to himself, and I couldn't help but smile a little. His eyes sparkled as he let loose, he was clearly in his element. He got more animated as the song progressed and he noticed my encouraging smile. Once the song ended, he curtsied and I laughed, slapping his shoulder. He laughed too and held my hand as we walked back to our table. Jin was waiting for us, a teasing smile on his lips.

“That was nice, I'm feeling a little jealous,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“What can we say, we have chemistry,” Hoseok shrugged. I grabbed Seokjin’s drink and took a sip, avoiding their eyes.

“I hate to be a killjoy, but I need to coordinate some things with you two.”

Strange is a word that could describe the journey from the hotel ballroom to a room Seokjin had just booked. I'm used to his compliments in front of our mutual friends, even in front of people neither of us knew, but somehow this was overboard. I was deep into shame, thinking about how could I be so horny for Hoseok, Seokjin’s best friend and right-hand in business, while dating Seokjin. 

Walking into the elevator, I got to see Seokjin taking a look at me into the corner of his eye. I didn't know if my face showed my inner troubles, and to make matters worse, it looked like he was on a mission to make me feel even more guilty.

“I don’t know if I told you this already,” he started, caressing my cheek as he got closer to me “But red looks amazing on you. Wouldn’t you agree, Hoseok?” 

“Um… S-Sure…?” Hoseok said, trying not to sound so confused. My brows furrowed as I looked at Seokjin’s smirk. He placed his hands on my hips and brought his lips to my jaw. From the corner of my eye, I could see Hoseok looking away.

“Also, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Seokjin turned, complimenting his friend, and Hoseok snorted.

“Man, you really need to get off that whiskey” his tone was playful, if a bit dismissive.

“I’m just saying, we're just very attractive people,” Seokjin shrugged, feigning innocence.

“Jesus Christ…” I whispered, rolling my eyes, making both of them laugh.

I thanked the change of subject as we reached our level and I walked out of the elevator. It was somehow harder than before. I felt a pull towards the two men walking behind me, wanting to be glued to both of them. The evidence was damning, but I wanted to believe the tension was just between me and Seokjin. Either way, I didn’t look at either of them as I walked into the room.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Seokjin said, leaving before he could enter the room, and closing the door behind him.

Needing some fresh air, I reached the balcony and looked at the city lights in front of me. But I couldn’t concentrate on their beauty. Seokjin left the room and somehow the tension was still within me. I could feel Hoseok’s eyes on me, and I gripped the balcony bars, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my skin.

“Hey,” I heard him say behind me. I didn’t hear him approach. His fingers touched my spine again, and I shuddered in desire. “Let’s get inside. You’re feeling cold,” he said in a worried voice. I just shook my head.

“I’m fine.” I heard a rustle of fabric, before feeling the warmth of his jacket. I took a deep breath, and his perfume invaded my head, clouding my thoughts. I looked up at him, and his eyes were weary.

“If you’re feeling weirded out about what Seokjin was saying, we can talk it out. You know that, right?” I nodded again. He took my hand in his and pointed to the bedroom. My eyes widened and I swallowed. “It’s cold out here,” If he noticed my odd reaction, he decided to ignore it. He let go of my hand and walked inside. I followed him.

Seokjin was waiting for us there, sitting in the bed with a devious smile. He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused about something. “Is there something you guys want to tell me?”

“No,” Hoseok and I answered at the same time.

“Look at you two blushing… What did I miss?” he joked. I wasn’t blushing, at least it didn’t feel like I was. But Hoseok was another story. He scratched the back of his neck while looking away. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said, taking Hoseok’s jacket off.

“Oh, okay” Jin started, “So you mean you’re not hot for each other right now?” My eyes widened, and Hoseok started to laugh out of discomfort. “You two looked really into it on that dance floor, and I could feel the tension from here while you two were on that balcony.” 

We looked at each other, quickly looking away. Jin chuckled lightly and came to stand behind me, turning my body so I was looking at Hoseok. “It’s okay to feel horny for him, my love,” he said smoothly, moving my hair to one side, and kissing my shoulder. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Hoseok. He was standing there with furrowed brows, but his stance was relaxed. He didn’t want to look at anything else either. Seokjin lifted my chin and started kissing my neck. My breath caught, and my lids slid closed.

“Don’t you want to kiss her neck, too?” Jin asked, his voice a little louder. “Don’t you want to smell her perfume up close?

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Hoseok asked, but his voice cracked.

“I’m talking about having some fun…” Seokjin answered, grabbing my wrist and sliding my hands down Hoseok’s arms. “God knows you both need it…”

“And this is your idea of fun?” Hoseok questioned. I knew that was directed at Seokjin, even if he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“I promised you both a good time tonight, didn’t I?” Seokjin whispered. He continued to kiss my neck and shoulder, and his hands were on my hips. I tried to move my hands, but I was too distracted by Hoseok’s beautiful lips. “Just think about it. Nothing needs to happen tonight…”

I didn’t know if it was Seokjin’s kisses or Hoseok’s beauty that did the trick. I just knew I was feeling my panties getting wetter. I really wanted to give into desire and feel Hoseok’s hands on me again, but what about Seokjin? What if he’d change his mind? In an attempt to break our eye contact, my eyes wandered the room. They settled on Hoseok’s pants, and I had to gasp at the large bulge.  

My eyes darted up again, and I could see Hoseok was slightly embarrassed. That didn't stop him from licking his lips. Seokjin’s kisses were starting to make me dizzy with lust. I licked my lips and squeezed Hoseok’s arms in order to suppress a moan.

Very slowly, Hoseok started to guide my hands towards his chest and down his torso. I could see where this was going. He wanted to be all in. Then so was I.

He wasn’t moving my hands fast enough, so I helped him reach his pants. He leaned in for a kiss, and it felt better than I expected. His lips moved against mine with certainty, with urgency. The taste of champagne on his tongue made me bolder. My hands stopped massaging his bulge. Just through his pants would not be enough.

He helped me unbuckle his belt, and in a flash, his pants were on his ankles. He was quick to lower his boxer too, and my hands massaged him freely. He hissed as my fingers caressed his tip. A whine escaped my mouth when Hoseok’s lips left mine. I didn’t want him to leave. But I wouldn’t be sad for too long, as his lips kissed the other side of my neck. Having them both like this was starting to get overwhelming. 

I realized I needed to take it all in at all times, because before I could grasp Seokjin’s bulge against my ass, he ripped the thin straps of my dress. It fell to the floor, leaving me only in my lace panties. I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed about Hoseok seeing my naked body. His hands went directly to my breasts as Seokjin massaged my butt cheeks.

Hoseok’s lips travel down my jaw, neck and then collarbone until they reach my nipples. His tongue swirled my nipple before sucking it. I hissed and my hand clenched on his dick when he bit it.

Seokjin didn’t waste any time. He slid down my panties before pulling my hair with one hand. The other went to my core, and he massaged my clit as he kissed my bare shoulder. Seokjin’s masterful fingers worked me up until I could feel sweat droplets against my back. I didn’t have the strength to jerk off Hoseok anymore, so I just lightly squeezed his base, letting mangled moans escape my lips.

Feeling my desperation, Hoseok placed my hands on his shirt. We stared at each other as his shirt revealed the unexpected abs he had. Absorbed in the moment, my fingers slowly stroked his chest and abdomen. His slim torso and toned arms complemented each other beautifully. I was amazed. 

He took advantage of my surprised state and hugged me, kissing my lips passionately a second later.

“Should I get jealous now?” Seokjin snickered. I would’ve turned around to respond if he weren’t pushing us towards the king sized bed.

Hoseok placed me in bed, kneeling and aligning his face between my legs. His tongue went directly to my folds, tasting me completely. I moaned without reprieve as the tip of his tongue touched my clit. From the corner of my eye, I could see Seokjin, already fully naked, touching himself. I didn’t have time to nurture any shame. Hoseok’s lips started sucking me, and I went into overdrive. My moans were uncontrollable, and they didn’t stop until I felt the warm release of my climax. 

“It’s my turn to make you cum,” Seokjin announced, with a sly smile to his face. He curled his index finger, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

He put in the condom as I straddled his lap. He slipped inside easily. I hissed, feeling him fill me up. My palms rested on his chest and his hands grabbed my buttcheeks. Then my hips went to work, moving up and down his dick. Seokjin grunted with the sound of our bodies colliding. He was letting his guard down, ever so slightly. His eyes were closed shut, and his hands squeezed my ass even tighter. I increased the speed of my hips. I would finally have the upper hand.

“Oh, shit!” Hoseok whispered. I was too concentrated to pay him any mind. But when his fingers traced the rim of the buttplug, I faltered. I hissed when he tugged it, trying to remove it. He was successful and quickly inserted his fingers inside. He moved them in and out quickly enough to make me cum a second time.

“Fuck!” I shouted, as shock and pleasure moved through my body. My walls clenched around Seokjin’s cock, and he hissed.

“Yes, you like feeling like this, don’t you?” Seokjin asked, “So overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t even speak…”

I wasn’t hearing a thing anymore. Hoseok kissed my shoulder, and I grabbed his hair to keep him in place. His fingers left me, and not long after I could hear the tear of the condom package. He inserted his dick slowly at first, but sped up when I moved my hips to meet him.

“Shit,” I whispered. Seokjin’s hand cupped my throat and my moans started to get incoherent again.

I moved my hips to reignite the friction, seeking more pleasure than I could handle. They didn’t have mercy on me. They moved their hips in synchronicity, and the feeling was too good. They've definitely done this together before.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried to cry out their names, but all it came out was a jumbled mess. My mind went blank when I reached my third orgasm of the night. It didn’t take long for them to be finished too.

I fell limp onto Seokjin’s arms. With my head on his chest, I could hear his heart pounding after the marathon we just finished. Hoseok made himself comfortable beside us. It wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

“I told you it was a good idea…” Seokjin whispered in my ear. I promised myself I would agree with him when I had the energy to open my eyes.

[inouvasplace]

B A S I C S

Name: Makoto Nagae

Nicknames: Mako, only used by his wife. Anyone else that has tried has never done so again.

Age: Adult, getting to be around his 40’s by now.

Nameday: in game it's the 30th sun of the 1st astral moon, but this has never been rp’d in any way

Race: Duskwight Elezen (he used to be au ra, but a potion of his wife's making has changed that.)

Gender: Male

Orientation: Pan (I think, after googling) he falls in love with the person. (Bonded with Iswhi Nagae - monogamous)

Profession: WoL, Body Guard, and general battle trainer. Specifically good in sword and shield battle, as well as weapons free combat.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: White, long front bangs and a smaller ponytail on the back. He used to have highlights in his hair, but has generally forgotten all about it so now it’s just pure white.

Eyes: A deep blue

Skin: Quite tanned for a duskwight, without many of the gray tones that they are known for. Iswhi believes it comes from him being an Au Ra to begin with, so his skin tone is mostly the same as it was back then.

Tattoos/scars: This man has a lot of scars, the most noteworthy one is one that goes across his face and an extremely deep and lengthy one basically looking like someone tried to cut out his spine at some point. His body has several other scars, but what stands out is that he has Au Ra scales. These are created by his wife, and infused with Aether.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both his parents are still alive and well and live in Doma. He had introduced both of them to his wife, and they have a generally good relationship. They always worry, because he is always off fighting someone.

Siblings: Nope, only child. But he does consider Imyril his brother, but then not by blood

Grandparents: All have passed away due to age by now. But his fathers father was the one that taught him his hand to hand combat style and the two were always very close.

In-laws and Others: Iswhi’s parents are both dead so he never met them. Other than that he has a few people he calls friends, Imyril, Inouva, Hauru and Khalil. Unlike most WoL’s he doesn’t really see the scions as friends but colleagues. He cares for them, but don’t expect him to tell them that. Pets: A large fluffy dog that his wife gave him.

S K I L L S

Abilities: “Street smarts” meaning he often notices the things others don’t. He is very adept at reading other people, the smallest things. He is very known for his prowess in combat, and most will go to great lengths to avoid confrontation with him when they realize who he is. Is surprisingly agile for someone as tall as he is. 

Hobbies: Eh.. slowly learning to read, does that count? He mostly hones his combat skills really and I am not sure that it would count?

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Honesty, you will hear his honest opinion of everything. He does not sugarcoat at all. 

Most Negative Trait: Honesty/Bluntness. Not many can handle hearing the blunt un-sugar-coated truth, and it tends to not go down well. L I K E S

Colors: Mostly Black or white, on occasion a light brown. 

Smells: The sea, something about that smell you get on a beach he loves. The scent of Blueberries is special to him, it reminds him of his wife.

Textures: Anything soft and light, as he spends so much time in armor, these materials feel light and soothing.

Drinks: A chai tea his wife makes for him.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No.

Drinks: Water and Tea. He doesn’t really care for anything else.

Drugs: Only the ones his wife has made for him. Due to the punishment his body has been through it does need the hand. Mount Issuance: A now large cat that was once given to him by his grandfather. It was a little one, but has grown to be more than big enough for him to use him as a mount. Ishwi has created the cat's black battle armor, to keep it from harm when being used in battle.

Been Arrested: Nope

Tagged by: No one, I just felt like working on my characters some

Tagging: @mahvaladara and anyone else that wants to

[olderthannetfic]

I mean i can try-- god knows I've wondered which fucking wires crossed in my brain many many times myself-- but i can't promise I'll come to anh interesting conclusions.

I honestly think I had some kind of predisposition to like vore because i can't remember a time where I started liking it, only realizing that I did, long long LONG before i had any concept of what that meant. For me, personally, the vore part is a big part but it all very much falls under the endosoma umbrella-- the general fascination with the inside of the body, and implied fascination with being inside the body of someone else.

I kinda think that stems at least to some degree from my craving for physical affection? Big big big on physical touch, me; and my mother joked that when I was a toddler I would burrow into a hug as if I were trying to crawl inside the person holding me. It tracks.

So I was all of 5 or whatever and already deeply clingy and showing the beginning signs of an anxiety disorder. And then I got to see the magic school bus for lunch fir the first time and Huh why are fireworks going off behind my eyes

Istg I watched that movie so much as I kid it was absurd. I couldn't explain why it stuck to me so much, I didn't have the vocabulary or the comprehension, I was just Fascinated. I would dream of different scenarios that could have changed the direction the movie went, I dove face first into researching the human digestive system because maybe that's what I was so curious about and i was homeschooled so it was as simple as asking my mom what they were talking about. My sister, rwo years younger than me, had started a 'game' around that time that was essentially stories around the campfire where one of us would come up with an idea and the other would continue it and we'd tell stories that way-- and we had I think three of those that were various characters from our favorite movies eating each other. We still didn't know what we were doing, of course; it was just hilarious to us. Very 'throw blorbo in a situation' behavior, especially because neither of us had any interest in the fatal aspect-- i can't really speak for her, but for me, it was always about being inside another person. Being cradled. Being contained. Being protected.

The budding anxiety disorder definitely had an effect, and only got stronger as ~shit happened~ and a budding anxiety disorder blossomed into c-ptsd 🙃 I spent most of my childhood feeling utterly and completely unsafe, insecure in the most fundamental ways. And the idea of being eaten and held and hidden appealed r e a l l y powerfully.

An interesting angle to pin on this is I'm some level of demisexual-- and vore wasn't a very kinky kink for me for a long long time. It's much more so now, now that I'm older and a bit more in touch with my own brand of sensuality/sexuality, but I would have considered it a platonic-to-sex-neutral kink by name only from about the time of the epiphany to around... eh. 20ish? Maybe as late as 21, 22 even. And even now it is Still much more about the feeling of protection, of safety, of being wanted and held and cradled and intimately known that appeals the most to me. If i want to get off to it I look up object vore fics and videos of people swallowing real-ass things, vasefillers and marbles and cameras, because I still very much have an Endosoma Thing and a fierce oral fixation. But Vore vore? That's mostly a self comforting thing. Not always. I can definitely be turned on by a good vore fic and I am frequently turned on by good vore videos because the visual of internals is Big for me, but its usually a sexless thing? Usually. There are exceptions.

If it's a character I'm already attracted to that's it I'm a goner and I would like them to hurry the fuck up and eat me already. I'm very strongly 'prey-oriented' and would much prefer to Be Eaten than to Eat-- but I could go either way, depending. I'll run into a bit of art of a character inside a cup of boba (totally not referencing something that happened the other day aha) that the artist clearly meant innocently and lose my shit on discord to the fistful of friends who know the intricacies of my crossed wires fjdjdkdk the vore fixation and the oral fixation absolutely 100% bounce off each other and make each other worse, I can tell you that much.

Does any of that answer your questions, fellow anon?

(I wish I could send asks from the sideblog, I genuinely wouldn't mind attaching at least that name to this in the name of research and answering questions-- it's science if you write it down, no? But my main is mostly sfw, alas.)

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[goryhorroor]

What r Horror Movies u hate or Horror movies other people like but u don't?

oh wow, some of my horror movies i don't like but others like are kinda controversial:

Midsommar: I loved Hereditary, but there's something about Midsommar that I just kinda dislike. I also hate the girlboss thing people do with Dani and miss the point of the movie by a million miles.

I don't hate this movie, I actually like it a lot, but I do prefer the remake and that's Suspiria. The classic is good (I used to love it so much, but my tastes have changed since then), but the remake just one ups it for me. Also Inferno is 100% times better than Suspiria.

The Babadook: it was so boring and yea I know the entire point behind it, but god it was so slow and i had a couple of times where i was tempted to turn it off.

Smile: I don't know if many people liked this movie or not, but it was kinda ripping off It Follows (and I love that movie)

The Black Phone: it had so much going for it, and I was invested, but the ending was lackluster, I was expecting more of the plot but eh.

Scream 5: I was one of the people leaving the theaters completely disappointed. It felt disconnected from the franchise (even though it still took place in woodsboro). it felt like bad fanfiction.

Blair Witch Project: I will give it a lot of credit for the impact it had on horror especially in the 90s (although it wasn't the first exactly of its kind because Cannibal Holocaust beat it out, and Peeping Tom before that) but it was so boring, it had a good concept but whatever.

Now if we're talking just bad movies I hate:

Any remake of Japanese horror films (besides The Ring: i'm not talking about you, you're one of the good ones), but like One Missed Call, The Grudge American versions just don't do it for me.

(realizing now that this would be on the top list but whatever) Everyone loves this movie and there is some cool concepts but the remake of House of Wax. It could have so much better.

I hate the Cabin Fever movies with a passion.

The early Friday the 13th films, I like Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives. The earliest ones were so bad.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

To the person who sent this;

The ask is just way too long and I don't usually post those. I get a lot of them, but I don't post them because it's kind of annoying and overwhelming. They're also redundant because I know everything you're talking about, I don't need a recount of every jikook interaction since 2020 because I know everything you know too.

I've also already said pretty much everything there is to say about them. I'm sure you can find some answers somewhere here.

In any case, the messages should be shorter next time.

I also wanted to point out how all the times you mention them hanging out, happened after June 2023, which is exactly what I say. That they didn't seem to hang out before that. Why do you think Jimin was seen with Hoseok all the time, they even talked about gaming at night together. They commented on each other stuff on weverse a few times. Jimin was seeing a lot of Yoongi and Hoseok until June 2023, and it showed. Then, Jimin was seeing Taehyung and Jungkook a lot AFTER July 2023, and that also showed when it started happening. Sometimes things are exactly what they seem.

You also didn't know that Jungkook was hooking up with women, and he would've never told you that. Because we were talking about mijoo too, when Jungkook did his vlog about the break in 2019, he only showed himself at the gym. But everyone knows he did a lot more than that, and met many people more apart from his trainer. So, messages like yours are redundant because no, you don't know everything about their lives and that could mean something "good", as well as it could mean something "bad".

Here

Also the last part of this post

Finally, I said this in another post too, but it didn't look to me like Namjoon and Jungkook were hanging out a lot either, just like he wasn't seeing Yoongi or Hoseok everyday. And I still believed they were all friends and loved each other. It's exactly the same with jikook. Them not hanging out regularly didn't make them enemies, it just made them not a couple. I don't think it's that hard to understand 😭

[cultofkakyoin]

Fuck It, JoJo Drug Headcanons

Disclaimer: This is not to encourage drug use. Don't do illegal drugs. M'kay?

Do you ever wonder about JoJo characters' drug habits? No? Too bad. This is crack (pun intended) treated seriously. If you disagree with anything in this please don't let me know, I do not care.

Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar: Yes. Cocaine and opium. What? It was the 1800s.

Robert E. O. Speedwagon: Like Jonathan before him, he has also done the aforementioned drugs and some.

William A. Zeppeli: Absolutely, that man is on drugs. He even smoked some questionable things (this was before everyone knew smoking was bad, mind you.)

Erina Pendleton: Same as Jonathan, a couple of times with him (to treat fevers, duh.)

Dio Brando: Only the same as Jonathan, he's too posh to do anything off the streets.

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar: Yeah, but I could see him having the worst trip of his life in the 60s and can't think about drugs the same ever again.

Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli: Yes before hamon, no after hamon.

Lisa Lisa: No. Lisa Lisa's body is a temple.

Suzi Q: Eh, she's done them and has fun but isn't too into them. She's never sought after them herself.

Kars: Another firm absolutely, has done some shit (for the sake of science) and he is more fucked up because of it. He only tries one thing once, however.

Esidisi: This man is constantly on drugs.

Wamuu: Never. Why would he do that to his body? You don't know the effects it may have on your body. Would endorse D. A. R. E. and the DEA if he knew what they were and existed in his time.

Stardust Crusaders

Fallout: New Vegas amber shade for the crusaders.

Jotaro Kujo: Probably weed. That's it. If he did do a psychedelic he would have the worst trip in his life.

Joseph Joestar (again): Has not touched illegal drugs since the 60s.

Muhammad Avdol: No, never. That's haram. And he would never disappoint his parents like that either.

Noriaki Kakyoin: Yeah, I can see him stoned. Maybe other drugs but I'm not so sure. If he didn't get fucked at the end if part 3 he probably would do like molly.

Jean Pierre Polnareff: Yeah, probably coke.

Iggy: That is a dog.

Bonus parents:

Holly Kujo: Yes. She's much like her father. She's however more open to doing them again once Jotaro is an adult (she has to look after him after all.)

Sadao Kujo: We've never seen or heard from this man ever. He is illusive and he does cocaine and heroin. I'm sorry, it's true.

Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata: He would be peer pressured into doing a single weed and would forever regret it. Confessing to a very disappointed Tomoko days later.

Koichi Hirose: No. His family is against drugs. He would never, unlike Josuke Koichi would never give in to peer pressure.

Okuyasu Nijimura: Would be the person who peer pressured Josuke and Koichi.

Rohan Kishibe: Oh definitely, he does cocaine and probably meth but pills. He needs the extra upper to get through those tough episodes of writers block. When he got his stand he did get more inspiration though and broke his habit out of pure dedication because he's Rohan Kishibe.

Yukako Yamagishi: No. Never. How dare you ask her that!? She will kill you if you do drugs.

Yoshikage Kira: Once in middle school he smoked weed and thought he was dying so no, he never does drugs.

Mikitaka Hazekura: Claims not to know what drugs are.

Reimi Sugimoto: She is a ghost. And she was responsible when she was alive, she would never do drugs but would still like her drug using friends though she tries to change their ways in every conversion at least once.

Shigekiyo Yangu: Would steal drugs for money.

Yuya Fungami: Yeah, probably everything.

Tonio Trussardi: No. Maybe.

Akira Otoishi: He likes to act like a rocker but I feel liked he'd pussy out on 'hard drugs' Not that that's bad, but it's not exactly rock n' roll.

Keicho Nijimura: Never once in his life has he touched even a marijuana. He is too uptight for that.

Tomoko Higashikata: She has done many but never after Josuke was born. But she would absolutely act disappointed in her son if he did drugs. Do as I say, not as I do.

Golden Wind

Y'all already know.

Bucci Gang:

Diavolo:

Stone Ocean

I ain't gonna do a bunch of these guys they're in fucking jail, dude. They've probably done drugs at least once if not listed here.

Jolyne Cujoh: Yeah, but only daily weed when she was 15-16 and a few offered pills her middle school bff said were molly but all it did was make her sick and she's pretty sure it wasn't molly.

Ermes Costello: Idk, she seems like the stoner butch of my dreams. So, yeah, she does drugs, because she is my weed-smoking girlfriend (and yes, she smokes marijuana.)

Weather Report: He doesn't remember.

Narciso Anasui: Meth.

Enrico Pucci: No. He is Catholic.

[pieroulette]

Hiiiii genius! First off, i have to say once more, i am so excited for the new story coming up. i feel like it's going to be a really good one, and i have so many questions but i am going to wait until the first chapters come out so i dont try to spoil it for myself (or for everyone else).

in the meantime, i started to re-read route 1 (i have to come back and re-read all the yandere fics because i think i've read all of them on tumblr already, i wish there were more enha yandere materials on tumblr) but i just realized as i was reading and going back to anon asks to be sure, heeseung in chapter 4/5, did he actually fall in love with chae-unnie first before he saw MC? because now that i've re-read it, and read the part where "his heart fluttered" when he spoke to her after the fight in the cafeteria, I feel like "wow, how did i miss this?" did he actually go slightly yandere and follow chae-unnie when she bought the necklace so he could date her and be with her, but then changed his mind when he saw MC?

also, did he also have his friends stage the whole harrasment/kidnapping scene with chae-unnie so he could use that as a way to date her? because i started to get the vibe that he went yandere for chae unnie after having his heart broken at being "fooled by hackers" but then saw MC (which judging by the verbiage in the story, she must have been really super pretty, like too pretty to be 17 like those social media models, that was the vibe i got lol) and then fell in love, but then went yandere for her when he found out she was the one who texted him.

This story is like a new adventure each time i read it and i love it! and i feel like Niki's story is going to be the same way. i love your mind and creations, please never give up because not going to lie, i think i started reading route 1 in february, and i know the story is dark itself but it was good and intriguing that it got me through some very tough times and if it weren't for yandere heeseung's next move in getting MC (true love is never pretty i feel like) i would have been still going through a rough patch. i became so invested in the story, re-reading it doesnt get boring. so thank you and keep it up! we are rooting for you!

Genius i- 😭✋🏻 anon r u making me blush or what lol- thank you so much once again, it's giving me sm happiness to read this 💗

And about the questions, it's such a huge spoiler lmao to answer all of these but I'll try my best to answer a bit.

HS never loved Chae, but he did had his heart fluttered because of her because after all that's the face he had fallen in love with—the pictures and stuff. But still, about the love thingy, I could say 'almost'. He almost love her 🤓 AND THE NEXT QUESTIONS ARE REALLY SPOILERSS HAHA-

But again, I think this is clear in itself, a spoiler it is; he almost love Chae.

Also knowing about MC, all I could say is that something intrigued HS upon finding out it was her. Eh, and another one is I mean MC doing that kind of stuff is really insane lol so it's a bonus for HS falling even more for her (despite the raging madness inside him)

And thank you! I couldn't thank you enough for this, I really love this words of yours, truly. Thank you sm for supporting me, it makes me so happy to have you here as my reader and always being here all the way. And I'm so glad to hear that my fic help you went through tough times like, it happens to me too and fics are the only thing I could go to and so it's really heartwarming that I could help you in it too. Like, thank you! Thank you for all these wonderful long paragraphs, I seriously love them, they always make my day. Writing this takes such plenty of time, and to have you spending them on me and for my stories are just such an honour! Thank you for existing, and thank you for being here 💗 I appreciate you alot.

[baekhvuns]

THOSE TWT LINKS AREN'T OPENING 😭😭😭

You mean ghatak or whtv the name of the movie was but the first part was superior alr idek why they decided to make a second part. Bruh it was painful to watch i just hope this one is much much muchhh better.

Nahh ur right, i was at first shocked when I saw Vicky x Sara but ..ig she fit the role. I hope her acting has improved. And as of Varun, he is a good actor but sometimes ykkkk...things just don't work. His recent movie bedhiya...i never watched it. I want to but I'm afraid I'll get disappointed 😭

Yess, during soty, i immediately became a sid girl BCZ HE WAS TALL, HE WAS BETTER, HE WAS THAT GUY!! and yet PPL fell for Varun *smh* but I'm glad everyone is realising what they hv to.

What is tht movie poster? Never heard of it but I'm pretty sure it'll be better thn adipurash BCZ WHAT EVEN IS THT MOVIE??? they literally took 6 months off to 'improve' and 'correct' their mistakes WHAT DID THEY DOO?? They made it worse 😭😭. And plus if they don't know how to use VFX in an appropriate amount why do they even bother??? And saif Ali Khan as the Ravan 😭😭 look i hv no complaints abt the actor and actresses chosen BUT THEY RUINED RAMAYANA! growing up, I've watched many animated spiritual movies based on ramayan or any other lore like lord Krishna, Mahabharata but adipurash......uh-uh. first they said it was based on ramayana then they literally changed their words saying it has taken 'inspiration' frm ramayana.

What's disappointing it came from the same director who directed Tanhaji. Can u believe it? AND WHAT EVEN IS KRITI DOING HERE?? 😭😭😭 Did not expect this from her but ig every actor has a bad movie.

But ykw I'll still watch it..obv after it's been released just for laughing out loud don't judge me.

But i rewatched 10 things i hate abt you....and I've fallen in love again with heath ledger 😭😭 THE ACCENT, THE DEEP VOICE AUGHHH and tht damn promposal. It'd forever be on my wishlist bcz....Indian schools don't hv proms :') in short Indian schools don't hv fun things....they r uptight and all abt studying.

Yeah I've heard abt tht movie, but...we gotta wait YK, idek what to expect now!! BUT I'm not raising my standards again. Always expect the unexpected. "Rocky aur Rani ki Prem kahani" .... Kind of like "ajab Prem ki gazab kahani"

😭😭😭😭 i cn never escape tht movie. But what was ur first movie like what would u say was the first movie tht made a huge impact on u? Mine was...ajab Prem ki kahani :') i was obsessed. And three. My father bought like 2-3 dvds just so tht i could watch it on repeat. No wonder I became hopeless romantic in the future 😭 AND I used to say I'm going to marry Ranbir when I grow up LORDDDD my family members still tease me💀💀💀 imagine....a Punjabi family teasin u...it's hell.

And tht is why I like soft boys. Although my parents did tell me the first movie they took me to watch was "malamaal weekly" ..... Rlly? I was an infant!!! But I think my subconscious picked up on the genre...i like comedy ALOT!

NOOOO ill put them under the bar 😭😭

and this

yeah the one! the first part was superior 90’s but the second part…he should stay away from movies and also the politics <3 the acting is overacting so i guess it fits her 😭😭😭 hoping she gets a role like geet from jab we met and hopefully she acts well for it <3

eh that recent movie of his is okay, funny at some aspects but i watched it bc it was in the stree universe but it was decent, like i get the vision, very twilight…but eh it’s alright id watch it again! arijit’s song saved imo 🤚🏻

SID WAS AND IS SUPERIOR!!!! from soty, ek villain, that one movie w pari, kapoor and sons + shershaah i like the way he chooses his projects but that omg movie w ajay devgan was not it 😭😭😭 i hope he goes into some action movies,,, like romcom actions, a mathew mcoughey style,,, like a mr and mrs smith movie w katrina or deepika (honestly want srk to do that movie remake w aishwariya so bad like imagine it being called mr and mrs khan 😭😭😭😭😭 A NEED A DESPERATE NEED !!!!)

that movie poster is the hanuman movie??? it looks nice from the poster, NO BC WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT MOVIE???? I FIRST THOUGHT ITS NOT THAT BAD BUT THEN I HEARD THE DIALOGUES ON REELS AND JUST ???? NO MF WAY THEY MADE HIM SAY TERE BAP KA???? EXCUSE ME??? THE DISRESPECT??? i got so pissed just from those lines like wtf u mean saif is ravaan??? honestly speaking saif can be the ravaan IF the vfx and his character was written nicely bc saif can deliver! “inspiration from ramanya” bro this a bhojpuri movie disguised as a bollywood one???

FROM TANHAJI???? damn,,, i didn’t like that movie 😭😭😭😭 so no wonder fbsndbskjclxhk

HEATH !!!! HEATH UR SO RIGHT HES SO 😭😭😭🤚🏻 I WISH TO SEE MORE OF HIS TALENT BUT ITS TOO LATE,,, THAT scene where he plays w the fire in the science room is forever engraved in my head,, don’t uni’s have formals?? then reels be lying to me then 🔫 damn my school didn’t have proms but they did have annual day,, considered it my prom <3

YEAH im not putting my expectations very high,,, their paring seems to lack the chemistry just from that song release for me,,, like no emotion in the eyes that says love me,, no srk eyes 😭😭 and ranveer for don?? 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ ngl he suits villain roles but srk??? how u gonna do don without the don????

the first movie that made an impact on me was jab we met, ive watched that movie over 50 times now, it started my hopeless romanticness,,, something about the simplicity of meeting on a train, two complete opposite people finding themselves entangled w each others life??? yEAAAAAAH

LMFAOOOO SO EVERYONE HAD THE RANBIR PHASE SEE HE IS CHARMING AS FUCK BUT HES A PLAYBOY AND IM NEVER RHWNDBAK him w anushka >> LMFAOO IF UR FUTURE SPOUSE ISNT A RANBIR LOOKALIKE WE DONT WANT IT

omg??? that movie i totally forgot about,, coincidentally my first movie was ranbir’s debut film 😭😭😭 slept thru the entirety <: but ur so right, comedy is >>>>> but also those movies like znmd with that poetry 😩😩

[ryqoshay]

UW - A Perfect World: Useless Perfection

Flagship: N/A Starring: Maki Also Starring: Nico, Nozomi Rating: T? Words: 659 AU: A Perfect Dimension (?) Time Frame: ??? Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Useless Content Warning: Depictions of parental abuse and abandonment

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 18th

Summary: Maki and her father disagree on her Perfection

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She thought she had achieved Perfection.

The Upgrades she had received to her fingers had allowed to play in a way she never had before. Her music was Perfect. She was Perfect…

She was wrong.

She was not to define her own Perfection, it seemed. That was to be defined by others. Namely, her father.

Maki stared numbly at blank spot on the wall.

Occasionally, her father would pass through her field of vision as he paced back and forth.

It wasn’t the first time Dr. Nishikino had ranted and raved.

Every time Maki’s position in class ranking had slipped from first to second. Every 99 out of 100 on a test. Every time the house staff reported she arrived home late from school because she had the audacity to stay and play the piano for a few glorious moments. Thankfully that last one hadn’t happened in years, as they began to take pity on her. But there were still so many things that would cause more anger from her father.

Maki didn’t catch everything her father said, but words like useless, waste of time, waste of money, worthless Upgrades, and a few key others made it through her trance.

She just wanted to play piano. Or the flute. Or maybe sing. Or dance. Anything related to the music she so adored. But no, her parents, well primarily her father, insisted that she would take over the Nishikino Conglomerate. She was to use her Enhanced talents and skills to create and install new Upgrades, Augmentations, Enchantments, etc, to help others achieve Perfection. That was to be her Perfection. Not music.

Suddenly, Dr. Nishikino’s tone changed, and he stomped over toward Maki. As he loomed over her, he pulled out his phone.

“If you refuse to appreciate everything your mother and I have done for you,” he practically snarled “then perhaps we should give it to someone else.”

What was that? I don’t get it.

Dr. Nishikino tapped at the screen.

Red letters appeared in Maki’s vision.

WARNING!

DISCONNECTION IMMINENT!

Maki’s world went dark.

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The girl opened her eyes.

Where was she?

Why did everything… hurt?

She blinked to clear her vision. Where were her ocular Enhancements?

She pushed herself to her feet. Were her muscular Upgrades gone as well?

Apparently, she was outside. In some back alley or something.

Slowly, the girl trudged toward the street. Once there, a nearby screen caught her attention.

A news program was announcing something or other about the heir to the Nishikino Conglomerate.

Wait, why was she seeing herself? She didn’t remember doing that. The program said it was live. How was that possib…

She caught her reflection in the glass of a storefront.

Dark black hair, tied in twin tails. Red eyes. Who is that?

“-cchi…”

Was someone trying to get her attention?

“Nicocchi.”

“Eh? A… Are you talking to me?” The girl asked, turning to see a purple-haired girl. Is that my voice?

“Of course, who else?”

“I’m… Nico… chhi?”

The taller girl laughed. “Wow, you must’ve slept horribly last night. Now c’mon, Elicchi’s wait’n. She’ll be mad if we’re late again.”

“R… right…” The girl… Nico? replied and started to follow the other girl.

Was this what Father meant? Ma… Nico thought. Did he swap me for someone else? Was that possible? She couldn’t readily recall such an Enchantment or Program available from Nishikino.

Her mind felt muddled. Her acuity Augmentations were gone as well, it seemed.

Passing another screen, Nico caught another glimpse of her former self and felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. Was she trapped in this body, this life now? Was this Nico girl now going live as Maki from now on? What should she do? What could she do?

“C’mon, Nicocchi! Quit yer dawdling!”

“Right, sorry…” Nico hurried to catch up to her… friend?

For now, it seemed like Nico had to pretend to be… Nico, until she could form a plan.

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Author’s Note Continued: I have a few different paths I think I can take with this backstory for the Paragon Dimension versions of Nico and Maki. I’ll have to let them simmer on the back burner for a while and see what inspirations might send me down which path.

[misfiredmonologue]

...and the wind would blow me over

on failure, uncertainty & life after academia

22.01.24

I remember talking about The Queer Art of Failure by Jack Halberstam in a podcast over a year ago and how this undertaking felt like a failure in itself, because it spoke to me deeply, it sounded like it was about me, yet I could not voice this back to somebody who did not seem to feel it was about them as much as it was about me... And even though the person I had borrowed it from does no longer waves into my days, the book remains, waiting to be re-read. I can't wait for when enough time has passed since the start of me owning books again (my first collection drowned in a Weimar flat) for me to be able to read them again with a different eye, like one of the many forms of diaries I keep; photos and sketchbooks and notes and drawings and microscopic images... I am excited for the things I will find in them then, that I fail to see now. Is making art just making a diary? I think it is for me.

To turn it all into something that is also for being seen by others is really hard though. Like making a work, an installation, an exhibition. I am beginning to know that I only do it to make sure I find others who are nerds in similar ways to me, so the making of my own diaries can continue and so can theirs. To be less alone in this. It's not a must to not be alone, which is good, since it's a tedious process so far to find the others, with only a handful connections made out of hundreds of people I have shown thoughts and images to. The ones I find are usually life changing though.

Is art making a form of gambling only for the biggest Jackpots? That of connection outside of a very vast, surrounding greyness? Oh boy then do I love winning.

Sometimes I wonder if making a book could be the catalyst for this process of finding the others, for it's reproducibility and ability to put things very clearly and at length. I like the long version of things. To sculpt the point I am making, while leaving all the sprouting tangents I come across intact. Flower bulb with roots on all ends, eh? In 2014 made a list of all goals my teenage mind could think of that would be “awesome” to achieve. Among lesbian kisses I also wrote down the goal of writing a book someday. Sitting on my parent's couch with Covid (again), sorting through this oldest part of the diary like archive, I wrote a reply to this list now 10 years later. Writing a book was the only one that remained unchanged on this list.

R. talking about selling artwork, even (especially) as a joke seems so far from that all. A little sprout doesn't know right now how and when to grow into jokes about running a studio with assistants, collectors knocking o the door and art dealerships going into frenzy. But mostly to fantasize about having found all the keys to this illusive gatekept hierarchy without having to explain how one got there and just to dream of well funded means of making. That's too big of a flower pot for now.

If one were to would put me out into the wind in a big pot now, I would blow over. Out in the sun, I would shrivel up. Don't put me out on display fully, I wouldn't know what to do with an abundance of possibilities. I wouldn't know where to grow yet. I am like one of these houseplants one has grown themselves from a sapling that was given by a friend, for which instructions were lacking and now it grew too fast at times and not wide enough at others, leaving it with a long, thin, trunk that cannot fully support its fast growing leaves yet. I promise I won't leave the growing only to capitalism. I have done it before beautifully and I am doing it now, even if with less grace. The first years out of art school are the hardest I heard once and I cling to it, whatever that even means. It's probably a place in which it is hard to admit to still needing to be vulnerable more than ever, to not having reached a mythical kind of kickstart that leads to ongoing peaks of ultimate recognition. If anything the supposed end of a time and its structures did nothing but make me run up a hill that wasn't there, a bit faster and a bit more securely than I usually would, being so sure of myself and all the things I could do. There was a goal to reach, after all. I would lie if I said I wasn't proud that I did.

To return to the beginning of my thoughts I want to metion that I was reading Jesse Meadows' Sluggish this morning and relished in their words. They are a constant inhabitant in my list of routines, the least I should give them credit for. (I wonder if they will ever read this.) They quoted Jack Halberstam a few sentences into their newest dispatch from a slug-timed land and it triggered, combined with a cup of coffee, this new misfired monologue. In daydreams of joyful productivity I add a bunch of new crip/critical disability theory to my reading list. Only that I don't know where to look yet beyond Jack Halberstam, (whose work I don't even know well enough to say it fits this category (although here I loop back to the enjoyment of tangents (triple parentheses ftw))) and to comb the footnotes of my favourite substacks, possibly some instagram posts of Autogynophiles Anonymous and the Drunk Church podcast by cosima bee concordia and Aurora Laybourn.

The things I feed on feel more secrets these days than they did before, becaus, just like me, they seem fragile in their ability to withhold critical questioning from an audience. Especially the imagined audience of former student colleagues, who are primed academically on a particular way of defense of ones work and criticality of others. This blog is only public place I don't worry too much about writing about things I do not want to explain further.

One is that I can't stop reading about Autism and ADHD and J.'s comment that "everyone blames their problems on it nowadays even though they haven't even tried sobriety" and the excessive eye-roll accompanying it, is amongst the reasons I stay vague in describing my work (e.g. The Questionnaire, solo show SOX 2023), even though vagueness is of course also home to the strength of letting multiple things be true at the same time, that I wouldn't want to miss. Like being fascinated by the possibility of researching traits and struggles that were wrongfully and forcefully grouped under psychiatric labels, while at the same time those labels are still perpetrating the violence of the structures that enforce them. Why the artist in proximity to academia have such an aversion to the word autistic describing anyone but people whose disability they constructed to have no possibly way of relating to them, is another question for my list of ongoing inquiries. 'Everyone does that and it's not a problem' is such a daring statement to be carried on a flag by a overall relatively small group of people who are violently running as far away from what they were brought into, despite all odds, often into precarity, because of a difference in perception of the world they cannot fully explain. In a true fashion of reverse-pathologisation one could of course also ask: Why does not everyone in this violent greyness seem to agree that it is in fact a hellscape to try and run from? Is not (!) being ill and horryfied by so called normality a diagnosable problem? And why are yet so many artist in love with psychoanalysis? And then there is my obsession with plane crash analysis videos that grew into Air Traffic Communitcation recording videos. It is the even more satisfying cousin of my obsession with documentation series about ambulances and ERs. For air traffic protocols there seems to be an actual community of aviation nerds who only cater to themselves and their own language of routines and checklists. Contrary to content of the medical, which seems to be produced with the idea in mind, that emotional and exaggerated drama is more compatible with a broader audience than a systematic explanation of all procedures, examinations and rescue protocols. I hope I don't have to make myself clear about not getting enjoyment from seeing planes crash or humans suffer life-altering (or -ending) injuries. It is precisely the examination of the systems put into place to prevent them, that calm my anxious mind. It seems to be an unfortunate reality that protocols of rescue and safety would not exist without accidents they were built upon. Failure is inevitable.

[namimikan]

This might sound unlikely, and they’ve dropped a couple of hints in two chapters, but do you think Kirsi will die

Hmm, honestly, no? Because Suitor Armour feels p. fairy tale-esque to me, I don't think so. Like I think she'll likely get hurt and gravely suffer, but die, eh, is a bit of a stretch for me.

However! Ways Kirsi could die:

Ricon murders Kirsi as an attempt to get Lucia on the throne and finally get his OTP of Reimund/Lucia canon, I'd be curious to see how well he could convince them of that happening. If Reimund needs a queen that badly, perhaps the second daughter may be a good substitute...

Kirsi goes full-on irredeemable, genocidal, waging war on fairy kind, forced to battle Lucia after feeling betrayed by revealing the truth. I think the story has the capacity to go darker, and make her even worse and terrible than Ricon. God knows I love it when an underling overthrows their master, and tho Ricon/Kirsi isn't that, Kirsi managing to outwit Ricon and play him like a fool, and reveal that oh she can be even more petty and terrible, ngl, I'd be into that. (I love a good going dark story.) I feel at that point, you'd probably have to kill Kirsi, because she'd never change her mind and never want to reconcile with Lucia, and if Lucia dealt the final blow herself, then the tumult of conflicting emotions would be so so good for tragedy.

Kirsi dies because a fairy kills her. Which, I'd probably get annoyed at because fridging (example 1 is just crack to me, and how Ricon talks about R/L makes me laugh a little) would tick me off. Like in a way, it depends how it happens, but Kirsi dying because fairy kind want to get back at humans -- it would interest me a little because how does Lucia deal with fairies being the perpetrators and nastier shades of gray? Does she hold no grudge because even tho Kirsi was her sister, she was deeply prejudiced and maybe deserves it? Does Kirsi die because she's a position of power, and the fairies were trying to send a ~message~ to the humans? Does Kirsi die because she was at the wrong place, wrong time? Does Kirsi die just as she was beginning to change her mind about fairies and realize that they aren't barbaric and savage beasts after all, just as she was going to be proactive and make a difference, deciding to properly talk with her sister, and then -- oh, she's caught in the crossfire? Does Quinn do it in revenge of being locked up?

i guess i'd like zombie kirsi???? something a la lady stoneheart, maybe???? death is... permanent, it seems, in this manhwa, but. if the dead could come back to life, and lucia does it, but kirsi comes back changed???? oh i'd like that!!! i do actually like some death scenes where they come back, but something happened, something snapped within, or is it really kirsi in that body after all??

i don't really see kirsi taking her own life. there might be some foundation for her to do so, tho: her father dying, her (possibly) failing marriage, her increasingly worsening relationship with her sister, being gaslit by ricon who is sowing discord and making her feel worse despite appearing as a supportive person. do the public like her? she gets drunk and exacerbates the situation, makes a fool of herself and makes reimund question whether she would be a good queen. time and time again, kirsi messes up, and it's usually her fault, (despite meaning well, despite not having the right timing or the right words) and her moments of regret, distress at the fire, distress at seeing lucia get hurt. she's one of the more isolated characters in this story, imo -- rarely, when kirsi appears in the story does it feel like a 'win' for her. this story does feel like a downward spiral for kirsi in many ways, but could kirsi feel like she's hit rock bottom and decide that the only thing to do is kill herself? hm, i still feel uncertain about that, i think the story would need to be darker than it is, to make kirsi give up like that, and i'm not sure finding out lucia is a fairy would push her to spite lucia like that, or just. escape the shame.

IDK, tho! I might reread, bc I think I missed those hints, but. Nothing's set in stone for me, and who knows if Kirsi is dramatic enough to fake her own death, but. It's possible! I personally find it doubtful that it would happen.