#this is me purely giffing cause i liked the movie no skill involved

[shirehobbit]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) dir. John Francis Daley & Jonathan Goldstein

[poedamern]

A life of maybes. ⏤ Aladdin x Jasmine.

PAIRING: aladdin x jasmine / LENGTH: 2.8k / NOTE: here’s some more angst with our favourite couple! this came to me like a fever dream so i hope it does them justice. post movie plot; also in this genie still has the ability to transform into his genie figure as he pleases! / DISCLAIMER: gif is not mine. / WARNINGS: angst, hurt and comfort, some fluff, warm fuzzing ending. injuries but no blood. badass jasmine ft. friends; rajah, abu, genie & hakim! (mentions of dalia). / ORIGINAL REQUEST HERE.

Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. How was she meant to run a country one day when things like this happened? A few poorly executed words from Aladdin and the whole table, filled with sultans and leaders from surrounding countries, went into shock, meeting gone awry, Jasmine had to spend the next hour explaining themselves, otherwise another war could break out.  

“Did you even think before the words came out of your mouth?” Jasmine slammed their bedroom door behind them, making sure they were both out of sight from everyone, the meeting now over, tea and jams being served by Dalia. With a hesitant shrug, Aladdin frowned. “Maybe?” He didn’t even get a chance to explain himself before Jasmine yelled. “You can’t just live your whole life on maybes Aladdin!” Jasmine scoffed, exasperated.

“God, Jasmine. If I– You– It doesn’t–“ He groans as he spins in a frustrated circle. “My whole life, all I’ve ever done is live on a maybe. Maybe I’ll find food today, maybe I’ll sleep through the night without thinking I’m in danger. Maybe one day I’ll get out of here and live the life I feel like I deserve.” Aladdin takes a deep breath, running both of his hands through his hair. “You had rules! Regulations! All I’ve ever known is that life isn’t black and white, it’s the million shades that lay in between. And most of them don’t go my way.” He stares, helpless, at Jasmine; As if she may have the answer to all his problems. She doesn’t. “Feels like they never do.” He storms off, throwing his headpiece onto the ground, unable to look at Jasmine without being reminded of everything he wasn’t.

Jasmine watched, losing sight of the tuft of hair as he rounded the corner. His absence felt so strong, she fell onto the ground, feeling defeated, feeling like everything she knew was being tested yet again. It was exhausting enough dealing with the day to days of a sultan to be, now she had Aladdin twisting and bending the rules she had spent years fighting as if it were nothing. Just like that. He will be excused because he is a man, excused because of his story. While Jasmine had to fight for everything, fight to speak, fight to breathe. Even as she transitioned in a Sultan, her people still questioned her strength.

Rajah growls lowly behind her in worry. “No rajah, I’m not going to run after him– I have so much to do. My father needs me– The leaders will need to see me–.” And yet she stays sat on the marble floor, conflicted. Rajah purrs lightly, nudging her side. “No! He wouldn’t understand, ugh, he never does!” She grows even more frustrated but Rajah is there to give her a reminder, teeth grazing against her wrist before pulling off her mothers band. “Rajah! Give it back!” Jasmine yells, crawling over, trying to get the band back. Rajah continues the manoeuvre out of Jasmine’s reach before he grunts stubbornly, stomping a paw down on the ground. She frowns, arm outstretched as she pauses in her place.

She glances down at the band that hangs from his mouth, momentarily distracted before she sighs, eyes locking with Rajah’s. Her mother’s band. The one Aladdin ‘stole’. Brought back. The key to the beginning. Her mother’s memories radiated from the band but Aladdin’s pure and adventurous ways brought it a new sense of life. Things did go right for Aladdin, he got everything right when it came to her, why couldn’t she for him? She feels the soft nudge or Rajah’s nose on her cheek and her eyes well up with tears. “Oh Rajah. I’m sorry.” Wrapping her arms tightly around Rajah, She sobs silently into the soft fur, the touch and warmth familiar of past pain she and Rajah dealt with through out the years.

“He’s right you know.” A familiar voice booms from the balcony. Jasmine whips her head around to see Genie leaning against one of the pillars. “Right about what?” She asks, feeling as if she already knows, deep down. “Life’s never black and white, just those millions of shades in between. But you know what else there is beyond just shades? Colour. The colour of life. Oh how beautiful it can be.” Genie spreads his arms out wide, blue mist sparkling into the air. “Neither of you see the colour your world holds.” He creates images out of the smoke of all the wonders of the world, like a collage of landscapes but in a swipe of a hand, it’s all gone. “After spending thousands of years in a lamp, brass, brass and more brass.” He jokes for a moment, a small yet brief amused smile on his face, he continues. “Seeing Agrabah– Seeing you two in love, it’s quite magical.”

Jasmine wipes at her cheeks, her tears drying as she listens to Genie. “Both of you are wrong and both of you are right at the same time. But neither of you are looking at what’s right in front of you.” He sighs, grabbing a hold of Jasmine’s hand, pulling her up on her feet. “Many people lose the colour in their life, some earlier than others, some through pain, grief, others are born into a world without it. Aladdin was almost one of those people. You too know that pain, Princess. You need to remind each other of what’s out there and what’s in here.” Genie lets go of Jasmine’s hand and pokes the space above her heart, making an illusion as if it’s glowing.

Of course. The colour of their lives. Aladdin always lived with maybes because it was all he had left, slowly losing sense of what was really in front of him. “Genie– I need to– Aladdin.” Thoughts run ramped in Jasmine’s mind. She quickly puts on her mother’s band and kisses the top of Rajah’s head. “I promise I’ll be back soon.” Turning quick on her feet, she runs to the balcony railing, stepping up and looking over the edge.

“Wait–wait, should I get someone? Lock the doors?” Genie asks, confused. Jasmine ignores him, steadying her balance on the railing before yelling out. “Carpet!” Silence echoes back at her before the soft sound of wind against fabric draws near. Then in one giant swoop, Carpet appears from under the balcony, flying up, a gush of wind blowing against Jasmine’s front. Carpet flies back down to the railing and gets into place, waiting for Jasmine. Jasmine doesn’t hesitate and jumps on, grabbing hold of the two front tassels. “Make sure no one knows I’ve left!” She yells to Genie. “Let’s go carpet, we need to find him.” With a small tug, Carpet is off, flying past the palace, round over the coastal waters and into town.

He couldn’t have gotten far. Jasmine thinks. But then she’s reminded of how quick and athletic Aladdin was, he could be anywhere. “Carpet take me to Aladdin’s hideout.” Even after the events, Aladdin still snuck away to his hideout when he was stressed or scared. The one place he truly felt comfortable in. Though he had hoped one day he could feel just as comfortable living at the palace. It was the first place Jasmine thought of, if he wasn’t there, she worried she’d struggle to find him. What she didn’t expect to see on arrival was Abu sitting alone, pacing back and forth across the roof. “Abu!” Jasmine yells. Abu jumps up and down as he sees her, squeaking and chirping, looking scared. Something was wrong. “Where is he Abu?” Abu starts shrugging dramatically but points down to the back alleys of town. He must have left Abu here but why? Abu then acts out eating apples and it clicks. “Jump on Abu, We don’t have time!”

Abu jumps and grabs on for his life as they speed off further into town, through the rafters of the markets, she sees the colour of Aladdin’s clothes before him. They stand out more than his street rat clothes did, different fabrics, different artistic sewing skills. But it wasn’t just his clothes; Standing at the markets, a tall man has him in a hold, hands around his throat, choking him in anger. “Carpet quick!” Jasmine yells, bracing herself as carpet swoops down, timing the right moment before jumping off and onto the man. All three of them fall into a heap, Jasmine hitting the man in the face unintentionally, causing him to groan out in pain as Aladdin gasps for air on the ground, choking on the kicked up dirt.

“Who dares strike me!” The man yells as Jasmine runs to Aladdin, helping him to his feet. “Who dares strike a Prince consort!” She yells back, letting Carpet hold Aladdin upright as she turns accusingly at the man. “He’s no consort of mine! He’s the same old street rat he’s always been! Nothing can ever change that.” Jasmine was fuming, fists clenched. Abu chirped, scared and jumped behind carpet. She knew not all citizens took kindly to Aladdin’s new role, having only seen the destruction of Jafar’s wrath and Aladdin involved in it. There wasn’t much trust. But some detested him more than others, seemingly waiting for the day they could lay a hand on him themselves. 

“And you’re no man to threaten another over something he didn’t do! I’d have your stall removed by the end of today if you really want to risk your business like this. But your reputation has done more than enough.” She motions around the crowd, families, women with their child stare in fear. The man starts to sweat, waving his hands, shaking his head. “N-no please, your highness.” He bows. Jasmine rolls her eyes before pulling the man up off of his feet. “If I ever see you threatening your own customers ever again, you can say goodbye to your stall. Good day sir.”

“Let’s go Carpet.” Jasmine says in a huff. Carpet then folds Aladdin up onto its back, leaving room for Jasmine, Abu jumping on her shoulder. They fly up and out of the markets, heading straight back to the palace without looking back. Aladdin breathes heavy as he lays on Carpet, eyes fluttering as he comes in and out of consciousness. They needed to get back fast. “Genie!” Jasmine yells as they fly back up the palace to her balcony. “Clear the room, get the box from the bathroom chambers!” Genie does just that, with a snap of a finger and a puff of blue smoke, everything is ready, Rajah sits to the side, worried as they fly in. Carpet lays Aladdin on the bed and Jasmine is quick to bring Aladdin water, bringing the box of aid to her side. 

“J-Jasmine.” Aladdin croaks. “Shh. It’s okay. We can talk later, right now we need to deal with this.” At closer inspection, she notices Aladdin’s hand caressing his side. She moves it away and sees no blood. Strange. She lifts his shirt and sees a large developing bruise around his right side. What did that man do to her husband? “Guards!” Jasmine yells, seconds later loyal Hakim and another guard come running in. “Get the healer at once!” She orders. “Yes your highness.” Hakim is quick on his feet, pulling the other guard to find the healer.

“It’s just a bruise– I think.” Aladdin’s broken voice whispers, one eye shut, wincing. “I’ve seen broken ribs before Aladdin, you can thank Jafar for that.” She gives him a look after examining his side. But her eyes go soft in seconds, seeing how worried Aladdin was for her. “Stop that.” She huffs. “Stop–“ Aladdin coughs, the throbbing in his throat now constant. “–Stop what?” Jasmine sighs, a hand coming to his cheek. “Stop thinking of others before yourself. Look at you. A mess. Yet you’re–“ “–If it makes you feel better, it distracts me from the pain.” He laughs weakly before groaning in pain. She sighs but can’t help and smile, stopping herself from hitting his chest in annoyance. 

The healer runs in record time and after spending the afternoon in examination and healing, Aladdin is wrapped up and given a strong concoction of meds for the pain. “He’ll be bedridden for a few weeks, not fully healed until six weeks has passed. No strenuous activities. He came out lucky.” The healer warns Aladdin and Jasmine. Jasmine only nods, not wanting to think too hard about the month and a half ahead. Once the healer leaves, the room falls silent. Aladdin lays in bed, emitting soft breaths as he slips in and out of rest. Jasmine sits by his side, her fingers playing with his own absentmindedly. Rajah rests his head at the end of the bed with Abu laying relaxed on his back and Genie, sitting back in his human form out on the balcony, ready if needed. But Jasmine jumps as she feels Aladdin grip hard onto her hand, awakening from what must of been a flashback dream of earlier today. “It’s okay, hey, you’re okay.” She brings a hand to his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face. The herbs really must be affecting him.

“Jasmine?” He asks, now awake, mind slightly dazed. “What is it?” She asks. “I’m sorry–“ “No. No sorry.” She demands, causing Aladdin to frown in confusion. “I’m the one who should be sorry.” Her fingers cascade down the side of his face, watching him lean into her touch. “Then we’re both sorry.” He groans as he tries to move from his spot. Jasmine pushes him back down, hand on his exposed chest. the shirt having been removed long ago.

She takes a moment to take in his features, feeling his chest rise and fall, noticing the bruising starting to form around his neck in a tight ring. It looks so painful. “I let you get hurt because of how stubborn I was.” – “You didn’t.” – “I did. I know it’s not my fault but Aladdin, I need to take responsibility. As your princess, your future sultan and as yours.” Aladdin looks up at her, worried yet fond, admiring her words. She had never met someone who listened as well as Aladdin did.

“You’ve lived your whole life in the shadows, the shades in between. While I lived in the harsh spotlight, bright expectations and dark unknown places.” She starts, eyes watering for god knows why. “But when I’m with you, I see colour.” She smiles weakly, thinking back to what Genie said. “For the first time in my life I see a better view, a brighter perspective.” She closes her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. “To think I could’ve lost you or have never met you because I lived my life by the rules– scares me.” The warm touch of Aladdin’s hand on her cheek surprises her, causing her to gasp. Opening her eyes, she smiles at the familiar face looking back at her.

“That’s a lot of words, Princess.” Aladdin teases with a genuine smile. “But I hope we can learn to see more colour. Learn from our past and our fears, together.” He understands, understands Jasmine and understands the pain they have both experienced. He gently pulls Jasmine down until their forehead’s touch, warm breaths shared between them in their own little world. Jasmine hums softly, pressing her nose into the side of his face before leaving a soft, tender kiss on his neck, over the bruise. “You didn’t actually steal anything did you?” The thought comes to her mind. Aladdin coughs in offence. “No– My stealing days are over. Though if anyone deserved it, he definitely did.” They both laugh together, pulling apart. 

“Oh two beautiful love birds– What a sight.” Genie interrupts, sighing romantically as he takes a seat on the ottoman, taking a sip of some tea, Dalia must have brought it in earlier. “Seems like my work here is done. No more running off for you my boy.” Genie points a finger at Aladdin, smile and all. “Genie.” Jasmine says. Genie raises an eyebrow. “Thank you. From both of us. Without your words, I’d still be here, lost.” Genie, always flattered but never truly shows it. “Some would say ten thousand years in a lamp brings you wisdom, I just think it’s common sense. But hey, it’s the least I could do for my two favourite people, after Dalia of course.” They all laugh in response. 

The room is warm and bright, filled with love and friendship. Neither Jasmine or Aladdin could imagine their lives without any of their friends. Without Genie, Carpet, Abu, Rajah, Hakim, Dalia. They were just lucky enough to call them family. From this day forward, they’d do everything they could to see the world and all it’s colour. 

[davidmann95]

So, what's the deal with Kingdom Hearts? I mean, it's a Disney/Final Fantasy crossover, right? Hard to see why would that cause such dedicated whatever.

I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, and given today’s the series’ 17th anniversary it seems like the time to finally get back and finish it. Simple answer: the music slaps and you just want the soft children to get to go home.

Long answer: Even now people joke about the baseline absurdity of a universe in which Donald Duck can go toe-to-toe with Cloud, and while I think 17 years in we’re past the point where it’s time to accept that this is just a part of the landscape for these characters, yes, that does remain objectively bonkers. It’s not a natural, intuitive combination like your JLA/Avengers, this is Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe-level “well, I suppose they both exist in…the, uh, medium of visual storytelling” stuff, other than I suppose that they both tend towards fantasy in this case. And then that whole wacko premise got hijacked by Tetsuya Nomura for an extended epoch-spanning drama driven by labyrinthine, (occasionally literal) dream logic mythology where it’s genuinely impossible to tell at this point what’s being thrown in by the seat of the creators’ pants and what was planned out since day one, pretty much casting aside the franchises that were in theory the main appeal as relevant parts of the plot even as you still hang out with Baymax from Big Hero 6. Step back even a touch, and there will always be a whiff of derangement about the entire affair - it’s simply baked in at this point.

My controversial opinion however: it’s actually good. There are structural issues and awkward moments and aspects ill-served, I’d never deny that, but even diehard lifelong Kingdom Hearts fans tend towards prefacing appreciation with at least two or three levels of irony and self-critique. I suppose it’s in part a response to the general reaction to it I mentioned before, but no, I absolutely think these are genuinely good, ambitious stories build on a foundation that’s still holding strong. An important note in service of that point: Winnie the Pooh, maybe Hercules, and with III Toy Story aside, I have basically zero childhood nostalgia for any of the properties involved. Wasn’t a huge Disney kid outside maybe very very early childhood, and only dabbled with Final Fantasy after the fact (still intend to play through XV someday though). It won me over young, yes, but on its own.

The building blocks help: the characters designs are great, the individual Disney settings in their platonic representations of various locales and landscapes make perfect towns packed with quirky locals to roam through on your quest, the Final Fantasy elements are tried and tested for this sort of thing, the original worlds each have their own unique aesthetics and touchstones and come out lovely, by my estimation the gameplay’s fun adventure/slasher stuff even if it’s had ups and downs over the years, the actors largely bring it, it all looks pretty, and as noted, the score is as good as it gets. They’re games that look, sound, and play good made up of component parts that unify into a sensible whole. And for me, the scope and convolution of the plot that so many leap at as the easy target - with its memory manipulations and replicas and time travel and ancient prophecies and possessions and hearts grown from scratch and universes that live in computers and storybooks and dreams - is half the appeal; I live for that kind of nonsense. Not that folks aren’t justified as hell in taking jabs at it, but I’ll admit I often quietly raise an eyebrow when I see the kind of people I tend to follow having an unironic laugh at it given *gestures toward the last 40 years of superhero comics*.

All that through is ultimately window dressing. The most powerful appeal of Kingdom Hearts is I suppose hidden if you’re going by commercials and isolated GIFs and whatnot, and even the bulk of the content of the average Disney world, charming as they are. It’s deceptively easy to pick out something else as the fundamental appeal too; even if I’d call them incredibly well-executed examples of such the character archetypes it deals in are relatively broad, and while it handles the necessary shifts in its tone from fanciful Disney shenanigans to apocalyptic cosmic showdowns for the heart of all that is with incredible skill - and that might be its most unique aspect, and certainly a critical one - a lot of that comes down to raw technical ability on the part of the writers, appropriate dramatic buildup, and demarcation between environments and acts of the story.

The real heart of the matter, to speak to my typical audience, is that Kingdom Hearts in a profound way resembles 1960s Superman comics and stories inspired by the same: it’s 90% dopey lovely cornball folk tale stuff, until every now and again it spins around and sucker punches you in the goddamn soul with Extremely Real Human Shit. Except here instead of being lone panels and subtext, it builds and builds throughout each given adventure until it takes over and flips for the finale from fairytale to fantasy epic.

That can probably be credited directly to Final Fantasy creator Hironobu Sakaguchi suggesting to Tetsuya Nomura to try treating this weird gig seriously instead of as the licensed cash-in it seemed destined to be, since if this didn’t have a soul the target audience would recognize it. But in spite of that seriousness, it’s perhaps its most joyfully mocked aspect in its entirely unselfconscious dedication to making Hearts and Feelings and Light and/or Darkness the most important things in the universe that lets it do what it does. It’s childish in the most primal way, absolutely, but what that translates to is that there aren’t cosmic or personal stakes that swap places as major or subsidiary at any given point, because in this world they’re always literally the same thing. There’s no major relationship where the fate of a primal power or a last chance at salvation doesn’t ultimately hang in the balance depending on how it shakes out, and there’s no prophecy or ultimate weapon or grand scheme that doesn’t have direct, fundamental ramifications on the life of an innocent or the memories that define them or whether they’ll ever be able to find a place to call home. ‘Hearts’ is an all-encompassing theme, whether in strength of will or redemption or questions of personhood or the ties that bind us, and by making it a literal source of power, it lends personal dimension to the unfathomable universal and the grand weight of destiny to whether or not someone can come to terms with who they want to be or apologize to those they’ve wronged. It’s a world where emotional openness and personal growth ultimately works the same way and achieves the same results as doing calisthenics in five hundred times Earth’s gravity does in Dragon Ball. and it’s tender and exuberant and thoughtful enough where it counts to take advantage of that as a storytelling engine.

That’d be why Sora works so well as the main character, because he straddles the line most directly between those poles. He may stand out as a spiky anime boy when actually next to Aladdin and the rest, but when it comes down to it he’s a Disney character, just a really nice, cheeky, dopey kid who wants to hang out with his friends and go on an adventure and believes in people really really hard. As the stranger in a strange land he’s a tether to a wider, sometimes more somber and weighty world when he’s sticking his head into the movie plots, but when he’s in the midst of stacked-up conspiracies and mythic wars that make all seem lost, he’s the one whose concerns remain purely, firmly rooted in the lives of those connected to him. Other characters get to go out there into bleak questions of self-identity or forgiveness, but while he might wrestle with doubt and fear Sora’s the guy who holds the ship steady and reminds all these classic heroes and flawed-yet-resolute champions and doomed Chosen Ones what they’re fighting for by just being a really good dude.

Given superhero comics are my bread and butter it doesn’t come up much, but Kingdom Hearts is really about as foundational to the landscape of my imagination as Superman and company, and while 100% that’s in part because it came into my life early it didn’t take hold by chance. It manages its stakes and its drama in a way and on a scale unlike just about anything else I’ve ever seen (even prior to getting to the weird mythology stuff that’s so profoundly up my alley), and somehow the aesthetics and gameplay and dialogue and all the million and one details that needed to come together to facilitate that story joined together into something that’s become one of the most curious, beloved touchstones of its medium. It’s a small, lovely bastion of warmth and sincerity in a way that only feels more like a breath of fresh air with time, playing out over decades a bunch of kids’ journeys to try and find the people they love most and help them and go home together when everything in the universe seems to be against them. It’s special in ways that will for me always be unique and meaningful, and I’m glad it seems to have plenty more in it before it’s through.

And seriously THAT MUSIC.

[xwishfulxdesiresx]

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My DMs are always open. - I am open for plots whenever, but if I am late to a message, then know I will get to it between a day or a week. It depends on how my IRL is at the moment. - I don’t do the “only manuals should rp with me” thing. But if I don’t follow you then there is a change that I might not want to rp with you. It’s nothing bad really. Most of the time that it has happen was with very dark blogs. So if you don’t have that then don’t worry about it. - I don’t rp with blogs that use real life people. Like youtubers, movie stars, or tv actors. Sorry just not comfortable with it. -I also don’t rp with blogs that use kid cartoon characters or ponies. Adult cartoon characters i will be okay with and iffy with some. - Do not rp with me if you have things I don’t like: Cannibalism, forcing my muse to do things for your muse kink wise, and are a dick. Try it any of these things on my muses, and I will block you. Things I will do that I never have a single problem with. Also addressing somethings: - If you want to rp a event with my muses by discord. Then I am fine with giving you my Discord name. Just ask by mailing me a tumblr message and, I will tell you my username. - This blog is Multiship and Multiverse friendly.- This blog It’s okay with some crossovers and most canon characters. And it goes with out saying as well as ocs. Just don’t do anything crazy. Also I can not rp with fandoms I do not know. Sorry but, I lack that kind of skill. - The character I rp dose not equal me. And I don’t equal them. - You don’t have to match my length in a rp. But please don’t do short one liners over and over again. I find those dull, and will lose interest in the rp. - I didn’t come to Tumblr to find someone to date or be with romantically or sexually involved with. So if you confess to me then, I will just deny you on the spot and, that will be the end of it. About certain muses: I have two trans muses. one I do not feel ready to talk about or point out on this blog, and another one, Quinn who you can see is trans in there bio, and in all verses. Knowing this, please be respectful of these muses. You can hate them for there personality, actions, or just your muse not liking them for what ever reason, but do not be a terf. You will be blocked. Balan is someone you can not smut. BUT if you want to do a long thread of your muse going through Wonderworld, only for Balan and your muse developing feelings for each other, and the heartache of them having to say good-bye, then we can do that sad fairy tale shit! Kinks/Ideas: Yes we are finally here! Kinks and things I’m fine with. If you don’t see a kink or thing you want to rp, then there is a chance, that I don’t like it or forgot to put it on here. Also my muses have a kink list so it should make things easier on you. But if you still don’t see anything you want to be addressed, then go to my inbox to remind me or to see if I’m down or not writing it. -Kinks: bondage, tentacles, boob job, blow jobs, handjob, blindfolds, light spanking, chocking, riding, mutual masturbation, masturbation, pegging, crossdressing, toys, phone sex, humiliation, monsters (Depends), NSFW Audio, edging, lingerie, quick/long orgasm, threesomes, begging, teasing, light dirty talk, overstimulation, more then one round of sex, biting/marking, size difference, after care, and vanilla. -Kinks that get passes from me, but I will not write it a lot: Angry sex (consensual on both people), Woman with normal sizes or small male members, Guys with a lower female part. (I am not writing the slay terms you can’t make me.) - The ones above will be tagged as //not for your eyes as well as under keep reading. You do no have to like this, which is fine, but know I am doing everything I can to make everyone comfortable on this blog -Ideas: Unrequited love/onesided love, one night stands, friends with benefits, crazed love to the point of obsession (No killing or anything abusive if you please), friends who just want to help another friend out by making it a monthly or weekly thing, booty call, romantic love, and just fluffy cute couple stuff. -Kinks I will not do: Pedophelia, bestiality (furries count), anything with human waste, watersport, vore, gore, guro, eating a person, over eating or forcing someone to eat more food, non-con/dubcon, knife kink, mind break, incest, drugging people, hypnosis, cheating (Yes some people get off on this), breeding or anything with pregnancy, anything with feet, and body horror. [The list might get bigger over time. As of right now this is the things I will not do.] -You and not liking a kink: Look going to say this right now. I will NEVER force something your muse or the mun is uncomfortable with. That’s not me, but if you come to me and want to try out something, due to thinking about it, and want to see if it will be your thing. Then also know, that I’m okay with that, and if you say you are not feeling it, then I will stop everything, and give you the understanding of just experimenting with your writing. (Yup. That’s pretty much it. These rules might be updated at a later time, but for now it’s good.)