#I’m lowkey tempted to draw this like actually

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 ♡

Pure Relaxation

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Jongho kept losing over and over again. Becoming increasingly more frustrated as time passes, it's a good thing you are here to help him cool off.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  703

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff. Gamer Au.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Boyfriend!Jongho x Girlfriend!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Edging. Swearing. Such sweet intimacy. Sleepy sex. Jongho lowkey takes his frustration out on the reader in the form on cock warming hehe.

Thank you, @deathbyyeekies , for requesting Jongho for this day ♡♡♡.

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This was a terrible idea… Actually, scratch that, it was a sinisterly great idea, and holy shit were you internally screaming at Jongho for suggesting such an idea. He had always said that he wanted to try to be more physically intimate since he is not the one to normally show physical affection. And you being a touch-starved person, how could you ever deny the touch of your lover? He was sitting in his room on his gaming chair. He and the others were all playing a new game for game night, and Jongho suggested you come cuddle him while he plays.

At first, it seemed innocent. You were koala hugging him, with your legs sitting bent either side of him. Every now and again, you felt him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug or draw shapes along your spine. You were in complete bliss, even tempting to fall asleep. But when it was like a switch went off and Jongho. He kept losing the stupid game, huffing out every time he saw the red killed banner. He was getting frustrated as the moments passed and needed something to help him cool down…

Or someone.

“Come on baby, before they start complaining I’m not back yet.” Jongho had told the others that he was just going to the bathroom for a moment so he could mute and help you prepare for him. His fingers were deep inside you as he whispered nothing but sweet things in your ear. You were a whining mess, wanting so badly to come undone all over his fingers. “Such a god girl.”

“J-Jong.” Your grinding hips start to stutter, getting yourself tip over the edge. You came hard, feeling your liquids pool around your lover's fingers. He wasted no time in pulling them out and placing them in his mouth. He hummed at the taste wanting nothing more than to sit here for hours and fuck you, but instead, he promised to play this stupid game he doesn’t even want to play.

“Now for the fun part, Honey.” he gripped his cock, stroking himself painfully slow before using his other hand to help you sit up so his tip was pushing against your dripping wet entrance. “Come on baby, take a seat.”

You sank down onto his thick dick, feeling him fill you up deliciously. Your hips automatically start to grind, but his hands suddenly grip your hips tightly, stopping you. Your eyes snap open to look at him, seeing his features were painted with a frustrated but sternness You sighed, silently apologizing, leaning down to press your body against his, laying your head on his board chest. His fingers rake up your naked form, calming you down before he groans “Don’t worry I’ll fuck up later.”

And so the hour begins, trying to sit still, and not grind against him and every time he lost you felt your cock twitch inside you, making you feel like you were going to combust. He wasn’t any better, every time he got angry he’d trust upwards into you so he could calm himself and it partially worked, but now all he wanted to do was fuck you into next week.

But once the next hour passed and then another a different form of desire began to brew. A need for intimacy. You were falling asleep, feeling a wave of comfort and peacefulness being so close to Jongho. You felt safe from him being nestled deep inside you. It was like your heart was opened to him and his, for you. Even after you fell deep asleep and he was done with his game. Neither of you wanted to move.

But to save yourselves from aching muscles later, Jongho picked you up, slipping out of you for only a moment before laying you down on the bed where he could let you cuddle up next to him while he sank back into you. No words were spoken, no eye contact was present. Your bodies did all the talking, and as your limbs tangled around one another, you both knew this would become one of your favourite things to do

- ♥︎

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Introducing my jaytim fanfiction series Chained!

This is the largest writing project I have ever attempted! Currently (March 29th, 2024) it sits at a length of 153,000 words published and some back of the napkin math puts the final product in the ballpark of War and Peace’s 500,000+ words. halp lmao! This post is designed to serve as an introduction to what the story is about, what my Tim and Jason are gonna be like, and what parts of canon I’m sticking to

"So, what’s the premise ya dorkus malorkus?”

Jason is set in front of a contract that will grant near omnipotence over every facet of reality. The catch is that it requires the person who actually gains the power to be permanently bound into the service of someone else. Afraid of what this could do in the wrong hands, Jason asks Tim to be his new Master.

(a picture of Jason with the halo and armor the contract grants him that I drew :3 also, have a link to the fics!)

After many hours of intense negotiations (the entire first fic in the series), they produce a subcontract designed to maintain Jason's basic rights as a person while still granting them enough power to overcome whatever whatever caused the contract to be written in the first place. Now all that's left is to destroy the evidence, win the fight, and start remaking the world in their image...

Expect to read about: extensive theological discussions complete with readings of the Bhagavad Gita, shape shifting, hijinks, Harley Quinn being a menace to society really good therapist, redonkulous amounts of time travel and time loops, murders most foul, webs of lies and deceit as Oracle works to uncover their secrets, angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, and I’m gonna stop there before I overpromise myself, turn into a puddle, and never manage to finish the damn thing, lol

The draw of the premise for me is exploring the constant renegotiation of boundaries between Jason and Tim as they navigate a truly terrible idea of a romance. This is slow burn in that it takes them a really long time to get together properly due to the aforementioned terrible idea part, but they know they’re in love very early on.

“Lay out the dynamics there hoss”

I reserve the right to fuss with these, but my intention is:

Jason/Tim = the genius fragile human made of pure spite and determination and their sentient bodyguard/servant monster who they like lowkey have a thing with. Think Integra Hellsing and Alucard.

Barbara Gorden versus Tim Drake = genius versus genius 5D chess headgames war. Think L and Light with Jason as Ryuuk. But like if Light was into Ryuuk.

Tim/Jason versus [MAIN VILLAIN SPOILERS] = warring Gods. The source of a new mythology.

Honestly, just mark down Hellsing Ultimate and Death Note animes as major influences.

“What’s a folk gotta do ta get some headcanons and characterization in this joint?”

For Tim I’m going mainly with him in his Red Robin run where he finds Bruce, blows up the League of assassins and shit like that. I love how absolutely arrogant this man is, and I find the way he struggles with the ethics of the job really neat. This version of Tim seems perfect to act as the commander: always tempted to do more, tempted to go further into the dark with power, but also having a lot of self control and dedication to doing right.

In terms of personal headcannons I am making him trans (cause I can), ADHD/Autistic (because it makes sense), and a dabbler in mild, lowkey amphetamine abuse (The coffee chugger who never sleeps of fanon intrigues me, but also caffeine kinda doesn’t do that, whereas adderall definitely does. He’ll use both stimulants as available and needed. I like a man who knows he badly overworks himself but who can’t realistically say he shouldn’t be overworking himself.)

Jason is a much harder cat to herd because writers have long been playing tug of war with his characterization, dragging him over the line to unhinged villain then back to just another bat over and over. I always like Jason, but I think he’s at his weakest at both extremes of the spectrum. He’s a good villain/antagonist in general, but a phenomenal one when he has real goals and morals. He’s a good anti-hero/tenuous ally in general, but a phenomenal one when he and the family have serious disagreements and Jason is still a killer.

I’m keeping this fic as canon compliant as possible, but there is a bare minimum amount of rearrangement necessary to make Jason consistently morally grey rather than an ethical checkers board that looks grey when you turn it sideways and squint.

Headcanons for Jason include chronic pain (I just think being blown up should screw with a guy’s nerves), trans (cause I can), and having schizophrenia (cause I see some possible canon evidence and he’s had a LOT of ableist stuff thrown his way and I don’t really like ‘well I’m not actually mentally ill’ as a resolution point to that. I am leaving it ambiguous if this has anything to do with the Lazarus Pit, but I intend it to be very unambiguous that it has nothing to do with why he has beef with the rest of the bats. His grievances are not delusions. His moral positions are not delusions. He will hallucinate and I may have him develop delusions, but he’ll also take medication for that and employ coping mechanisms like real life people with schizophrenia do. The mental illnesses are something he deals with, not something that controls him into being evil, no matter their source.)

Oh and it should go without saying that everyone has so much PTSD!

“Cut ta the chase already jabrony, give us da timeline”

Crisis on Infinite Earths, Final Crisis, Infinite Crisis, Flashpoint, Convergence, and the Rebirth changes happened in this fic's canon. We are dealing with multiple multiverses. If you’re familiar with the concept of ‘Hypertime’ used to facilitate the Elseworlds series and elaborated on during the Dark Knights: Metal stuff, I’m building off of that. If you’re not, don’t worry about it, there will be a far better explanation in the fic as the characters discover this shit for themselves.

This takes place during the "Rebirth" era of DC comics canon in a fanfic universe I made up within that canon multiverse called Earth 69. Earth 69 is my idea of what the pre-flashpoint timeline might have looked like if flashpoint never happened. Essentially I'm taking the post crisis stuff and extending it by acting as though that timeline just kept going, with plot points from New 52 and Rebirth canon welded onto the end of it. Keep in mind though, Earth 69 only coincidentally mirrors pre-flashpoint events; that canonical pre-flashpoint multiverse still exists!

Now lets go through just Earth 69′s timeline, focusing on Tim and Jason

Based on the letter Jason sends to Kid Devil, I put the year of his death as 1985. Ten years have passed since then at the start of this fic, making Tim 23 and Jason 25. The influence of alien tech and supergeniouses accelerated cultural and scientific growth such that while the fic takes place in 1995, every bit of tech and culture from 1980 to 2024 is fair game to show up. I find it fun to play around with laser turret drones and microfiche spy tactics all in the same story, so our heroes listened to My Chemical Romance on their smartphones while watching the fall of the Berlin Wall on live TV.

Batman (1940) issues #419 - #429 aka Jason’s post-crisis Robin years happen almost identically to the comics, except that Jason is a trans man and it was the Penguin that got Willis Todd locked up for life and then killed instead of Two Face. Bruce eventually finds out he’s trans and is supportive if understandably clueless. He raises Jason as his son. It’s important to me that Jason’s beef with Batman not leave either side objectively correct. Their relationship and hurts are a lot more compelling to me if Bruce isn’t transphobic.

A Place of Lonely Dying and the Robin (1993) series happen with very few deviations, with the understanding that I've read less of this than would be ideal and might get some things mixed up as I go along. Those deviations include Tim also being a trans man. Because he was looking into transition care for Jason, Bruce already knows about puberty blockers and HRT and supplies them to him. That becomes a big part of why Tim’s Dad is so freaked out by Tim being Robin. In this timeline, one of the major reasons Tim is so attached to the role of Robin is that it’s the first role in his life where he gets to be himself.

Lost Days happens as it did in comics except for two changes. Firstly when Talia sleeps with him, it's not sex, it's fully clothed cuddling and actual sleeping. I think this compromise preserves the important emotional conflict that I identified in this reading of her motivations, while sidestepping some of the problems the sex caused. The second change is that Jason won't have ended Lost Days by going to talk to Hush...

Because I HATE Thomas Elliot as a character. I hate how he was implemented. I hate that he kept showing up. I hate that they killed off Harold. I hate Hush. So it never happened on Earth 69! Instead I'll be emphasizing Tim and Jason's later fights, which have some similar emotional beats.

Now, whether or not Jason held a knife to Tim’s throat is kinda fucking important to how their relationship is interpreted! Most people, understandably, make this a serious event between the two. However, in all the comics I’ve been reading, I have seen zero characters ever acknowledge that Jason was involved. Tim hasn’t thought or said anything about it, even when it really seemed relevant. Jason technically tells Batman he did it in UtRH, but it's never brought up again and at this point it feels almost like Judd Winick tricked DC into publishing a headcanon that applies nowhere else lmao. Therefore I feel fine with just ditching this and putting more emphasis on their later fights which have similar emotional beats.

Under the Red Hood happens, with one modification. He knows about Stephanie's death and treats it with the gravity she deserves. He is targeting Black Mask because of Steph's death, and something very similar to the excellent fanfic 'hangman is coming down from the gallows' by nex_et_nox happens.

Young Justice (1998) happens, except for some of the mythological encounters. They did watch Santa get blown up, but I will be taking liberties with how the Greek Pantheon operates, and holy fucking shit, no they did not meet the goddess Kali like that, what the fuck, did no one even try to do a basic level of cultural sensitivity research?!? Anyways.

Jason does fight Batman, Green Arrow, and Mia as told in Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72. Roy does hear about this, but he hears about it the way that Mia herself tells it when asked about it in the comic, i.e. “He didn’t hurt me. We just talked.” So he's not exactly all that freaked out about it.

Roy Harper and Jason first meet in Outsiders (2003) #44 - #46 where he helps Roy and Dick exonerate Black Lightning with no ulterior motives, as in the comics.

Teen Titans (2003) #29 (The Titans Tower fight) happens as it did in comics. i.e. It was a fair one on one fight in which both participants understood that the other was not trying to kill them and both combatants walked away with nothing more than superficial injuries. Tim came away from that with a black eye and a grudge; Jason came away from it thinking Tim was pretty alright in his book. The writing on the wall was either Jason’s own blood, or red paint, because there is simply no earthly way that was Tim’s blood.

Teen Titans (2003) in general happens to Tim, though there’s a lot that connects to Countdown to Final Crisis (which can only have happened in the canonical pre-flashpoint multiverse) that may or may not need to be edited and removed.

The combination of events from Countdown to Final Crisis and Teen Titans (2003) #47 also happens, in which Jason attempts to save Duela Dent from murder, fails, connects with Donna at her funeral, and then is interrogated by Tim and Dick who suspect Jason murdered her. Oh and also it's where Tim kicks him in the pants lol. Obviously the reason Duela died and who murdered her has to be different, but all that should be details that don't matter for the fic's purposes.

I've already mentioned that Robin (1993) was being considered canon to Earth 69′s timeline, but make special note here of issue #177, in which Tim sends Jason to jail (his first prison stint, yay :D). One modification here: Jason's plan is to manipulate the established mob families into fighting the cops, leaving the local communities to govern themselves, not to use "kid gangs" to soften up the cops and the mob like happens in the comic. Because like... the on panel plan makes no sense, either logistically or for his character, and idk why but the way the author uses the concept of “kid gangs” leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Nightwing (1996) #118 - #122 aka Brothers in Blood aka the one where Jason becomes a tentacle vore monster happens exactly as depicted in comics. Exactly. As. Depicted. Well okay not exactly, I need him to not have threatened to bomb a building full of innocent people, that is a bridge too far, but everything else stays!

The Red Robin series happens as depicted, except for how Tim got the costume. The Red Robin costume that Tim wears in the pre-flashpoint multiverse was from that multiverse’s Earth 51. On Earth 69 the Red Robin costume was what Bruce made for Jason in anticipation of him wanting to outgrow the Robin mantel one day, like Nightwing did (tho uhhh great job reframing why the Nightwing mantel exists there Bruce lmao). When Dick gave the Robin role to Damian, Tim took the Red Robin outfit for himself from it’s pedestal next to The Memorial Case. There was a considerable amount of spite towards multiple people involved in that decision.

Battle for the Cowl is where it gets trickier. I am going to gut most of the plot of BftC and combine a few plot elements from it with the Batman and Robin (2009) series in order to create a much longer lasting conflict that preserves Jason as an anti-hero and his partnership with Scarlet/Sasha as a competing vigilante force to Dick and Damian.

After Bruce’s “death” Dick super does not ever want to be Batman. No one does really. Jason hears Bruce's post-death message and is understandably fucking devastated. He decides to say fuck that noise, Bruce is gone now, and I'm gonna be Batman since no one else seems willing to do it, and I'm gonna do it my way! Another Batman running around shooting people dead forces Dick’s hand and he takes up the Batman mantel to fight him. Batman and Robin (2009) #3 - #6 happen roughly as depicted, but with Jason still claiming to be Batman, and he doesn’t have red hair. (I’m so sorry white suit + pill helmet costume, but I must leave you behind for the sake of continuity). Jason's stint in Arkham and then Blackgate happens. Batman and Robin (2009) #23 - #25 happen as depicted, minus the part where Jason rigged the entire fucking civilian tram line to explode. After Jason and Scarlet fly off into the sunset together, they come back to Gotham and keep fighting.

Sometime after he's free again he does Roy a favor. I haven't decided what exactly, but it's big. I’ve toyed with the idea that he broke him out of prison because he doesn’t want to see Liam grow up without a dad in a move very similar to the Outsiders thing and roughly analogous to how he meets Roy in Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011), but that seems a lil repetitive and why would Roy even be in jail, so idk.

By this point the events of Red Robin are over and Tim has joined Dick and Damian in fighting Jason. Sometime before the climactic battle, Scarlet leaves for [FANFIC SPOILERS] reasons, so it becomes just Jason again. He goes through with something like the plan from Battle for the Cowl, luring Tim to his Batcave and offering him a place as his Robin. As in comics, Tim's answer is to pick up a crowbar and wack Jason across the face with it! Jason wins the fight and stabs Tim in the chest, knowing it's not gonna kill him, but fine with it leaving one hell of a scar! Dick's fight with Jason afterwards, and Jason jumping from the train into the harbor, happens as it did in BftC #3 with the exception of Dick wearing the Batsuit instead of Tim.

Starfire contacts Roy for help with a lengthy, off planet mission - one that absolutely needs a Bat on board. Every single Bat is up to their eyeballs in fires to put out and projects to run... except for Jason. Roy knows a lot of other Heroes with very good reasons to hate him, but in his personal experience, Jason’s always been a reliable if shady and asshole-ish guy working for the greater good. Ya’know. A Bat. It helps that they both think Bruce treats Dick like garbage sometimes and thus are inclined to be sympathetic towards Jason's beef with him. Roy vouches for him and brings him on board. They work well together, they save the days in outer space, and after a particularly dangerous mission they have a "thank fuck we're not dead" threesome together. This replaces the New 52 version of Red Hood and the Outlaws.

During the trip back to Earth, Jason confides in them about his woes and they encourage him to sort his shit out and get his life back together. Jason agrees and after considering it for a while he asks Roy and Starfire to help negotiate a truce between him and the rest of the Bats. They agree and thus begins two years of ceasefire and getting more friendly with the other Bats.

During those two years, the events of Dark Knights: Metal occur. The Source Wall is broken, and all the peoples of all the earths are plunged into a nightmare world. No one really remembers what happened, it’s all very vague and drifty, like remembering a dream, unsurprisingly. People have been referring to this event as The Nightmares.

This two year period also contains my version of Rebirth Red Hood and the Outlaws. Jason attempts to infiltrate Black Mask’s gang because the real Black Mask should be super dead and super unwilling to work with him. He’s a LOT more competent about it than in comics tho.

The biggest change is what goes down with Cobblepot. Jason’s original intention was to fake the penguin’s death and take all his power and assets from him, as he did in comics. However, he loses Artemis and Bizzaro before he goes through with that plan instead of after. At the last minute he switches the blanks out for lead. The Penguin is super dead.

He fights back when Bruce confronts him, but it's still a brutal fight and ultimately Roy has to separate them. Then Jason follows his father’s trail to the experimentation prison thing like in comics. Roy doesn’t die along the way, we don’t have the scene with Bruce at the diner, but in the end it turns out that his father is actually dead. No one survived that place. He only found boxes of dusty, decaying files, a grave out back, and Dr. Fate. Once he was convinced there was nothing more to find, Dr. Fate took him to John Constantine and The Contract, and that’s just about where our story begins!

Have another link, and I hope some of y’all enjoy what I’ve got so far!

#Damian's Tomfoolery #fanfic #jason todd #tim drake #jaytim #jason todd/tim drake

[vanhelsingapologist]

I am more than a little obsessed with how you draw Victor Vallakovich, I cannot lie, and also pardon finding your blog and then spamming notifications a lil bit, but dang I love your art and the designs for CoS characters you’ve done are just *chef kiss.*

Our DM did Victor from a completely different angle (like very different) from RAW, so I’m always curious about the Victors done a little closer to original, and the design you gave him, oh wow, I love him, I lowkey wanna adopt him a little bit not going to lie. But yeah I just needed to state as such and ramble! How’s his tenure as burgomeister (apparently?) going? 👀

This is so kind! Thank you! Spam all you like, it has no negative effect on me. Also, I love talking character analysis from our games, so if you wanted, I’d be more than happy to provide you with how we interpreted him, if you’re cool reading it!

Spoilers, as always, for our campaign.

Design

My DM has our Victor in his early 20’s. They wanted to play Victor as someone who was a victim of his dad’s abuse, and they thought that the trope of shutting one’s child away in their home for ‘protection’ would hit our party harder if he was a young adult. It became more controlling. So when designing him, it was important that he maintained a gaunt, haunted look. Almost Tim Burton-y. I combined Victorian, Traditional Slavic, and modern gothic influences to really hit Victor’s style. If you like the chains on his belt but want a younger look at him, @tantaliax has an INCREDIBLE design that utilizes a lot of these influences too.

As for the hair, our Vallakoviches canonically have vitiligo, passed down through Vargas. If I ever drew Victor from the back, his neck would have some. I think he also has some local vitiligo on his chest. I wanted Victor to have a couple streaks to set him apart from Vargas, but not too much

As for his tenure as Burgomaster…

Now that Vargas is good and dead, Victor’s a bit distracted by the power, enforcing odd laws and taking long, brooding walks in the dark that are probably illegal to interrupt him on, but he really has no idea what he’s doing. He sees it as a temporary distraction before he fucks off and leaves Barovia forever.

He likes to do the fun stuff. The being mean, the soirées, the gothifying his ancestral home, the BANNING OF THE FESTIVALS. But he hates the administration, which is funny because he’s actually pretty good at it. And he won’t give speeches. No speeches.

He repurposed the reformation center into a school and when people were like “weren’t people tortured there?” Victor was like “UGH I would’ve loved to learn in a place where people were tortured.” No one really knows what to do with that, but Victor spearheading the Barovian public education platform was whiplash inducing.

For the most part? He lets Emilia do most of it. She’s like, his shadow government while he acts as the face. He happily miserably sits in his attic and experiments or paints when we aren’t plucking him up and companion-izing him.

The main problem? Lady Wachter. He has her under house arrest for riot reasons, but “his” hesitance to decisively end anything has let her cult run amok. People in Vallaki are starting to say he’s too young, weak, and scared to do anything, which is once again garnering support to her.

I think Strahd’s also going to start tempting him with more power or the ability to leave to get him off the party’s side. Vallaki is super Pro-Party right now, and if Wachter’s second bid falls flat, I think Strahd will get that foothold in.

#asked and answered #I really will do a full blown analysis of Victor. I am not kidding. I’m about to do one for Kasimir. I love this shit. #victor vallakovich my beloved! #pathetic boy #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #cos npc #dnd campaign #CoS: The Sorority

[catboytadashikunai]

y’all HELP I just had the worst crossover idea.

Zeldastuck. Legend of Zelda + Homestuck

#zacharie yells #I’m lowkey tempted to draw this like actually #I HAVENT EVEN READ HOMESTUCK AND IM JUST LEARNING ABOUT IT FROM FRIENDS AND MEMES #YES THIS CROSSOVER WILL INCLUDE SPINOFF GAMES LIKE CADENCE OF HYRULE #HELLLLLP #loz au #homestuck au #should I tag this as the AUs? or main tags. #one of my ​worst ideas ever

[hexfloog]

hex, my beloved, would you share your thoughts on the diplomat murder case with the class

Weeeelllll... if you insist, anon :3

Hex Goes Off(TM) again below the break, surpriiisssee

As it turns out, The Diplomat Murder Case is responsible for a lot of my current HCs about Shinichi/Conan. It's my favorite of the transformation arcs, it's the very first one-- and thus the hardest-hitting, at least when you get to experience it blind-- and also our introduction to transience as a theme, though admittedly I'm probably a bit biased here... Babby Hex has fond memories of sneaking out of bed to watch this one when it still had a slot on the early morning block, so I often come back to these two episodes wearing nostalgia glasses.

Branching off that, I should probably start by saying that for episodes 1-123, I am almost exclusively familiar with the Funimation dub only, which... as the fanbase knows... has its fair share of strange and silly localization choices. I personally find much of it charming and it has no effect on the story or its appeal for me... except when it does (more on that later).

So despite having lost track of how many times I've rewatched this case, my thoughts on it are actually quite scattered - it's the starting place for a lot of the DCMK ideas I currently subscribe to, but those ideas gained their traction in other places (cough, The Desperate Revival, cough), so I apologize beforehand if these aren't bookended well and also idk how to lead into them so IT'S LIST TIME

1) Vices and Expectations

At the time, the idea of Shinichi returning to normal-- let alone temporarily-- was likely one only being entertained by the audience as the setup for (if not the result of) the grand finale. I remember it surprising me, and it's a hell of a move to put forth such a scenario in the first place, only to take it back. Shinichi himself believes the transformation is permanent until it becomes... horribly apparent that it isn't. It's a nasty surprise for everyone, the nastiest of them all (being the very first in a long line of GOT 'EMs), and I think that as a result this is arguably the most powerless he's ever been in his own body, at least for a while. The depiction of the pain he endures is frightening (something I feel is lost in later transformations): freezing on the surface, but burning beneath the skin... like bones made of magma as they die within the flesh-- his heart beating out of his own chest, faster and faster, harder and harder as if to escape its own agony-- the world blurs, nausea takes hold, balance wavering-- 'This is no longer your fortress,' he hears it whisper in his ear... TBH how he can even think coherently at this stage is lost on me. It's shown to be a debilitating process of physical self-destruction and I don't believe for a second someone could acclimate to it, even after repeated transformations which is lowkey why it bothers me a bit that these feel less weighty as time goes on. Control is Shinichi's domain, and the uncertainty which plagues him as he painfully returns to Conan is a peek behind the curtain, a glimpse of the mortality he-- for all his bravado and cool, calm exterior-- is still very capable of realizing.

Although not nearly as dramatic as the next transformation, I personally find this to be a cruel little hint towards Shinichi's vices. Up til now we have not had many (any?) opportunities to explore what really-- and I mean really-- makes him tick. The recklessness he falls prey to when he thinks his old life is within reach again (see: literally every time he's tempted by The Antidote) is teased here-- not overtly, mind, but this first experience with temporary normalcy introduces the idea of hope to Shinichi's world, and the expectation that he can come back to it, actually, is suddenly set. Even if for a brief moment, we see the hands which have wound his potential to self-destruct...

2) Othering

I mentioned in a previous tirade post that the Funimation dub adds some interesting dialogue which is absent from the JP version:

"... From my own mouth, not his!"

...But is substantiated by dialogue which is present in the original:

"Am I turning back into that kid again?!"

"...With my real mouth... and my real voice..."

I find it so, so intriguing that this early on, it's already implied that Shinichi thinks of Conan as an entity separate from himself, despite that obviously not being the case and especially considering that-- here, at episode 49/50-- Conan hasn't really been present for long enough to establish himself as Conan (Ran sleuthing out his Real Identity is still a very real threat at this point, after all). Shinichi rarely mentions Conan by name throughout the case, in all other instances referring to him as something else-- "that kid with the glasses--" and... idk, to me that indicates shame, or fear, or resentment, and just reeks of plain animosity. I know for the sake of appearances he needed to Other Conan in front of Ran and Heiji, but when he's alone with his thoughts... it's not necessary to actively think of Conan like something to be hated unless he really feels that way, unless he really feels vexed by this child, this thing that is both him and not.

I dunno, I just find that fascinating. That one Funimation line is single-handedly responsible for this whole entire HC in my head ahahaaa

3) Heiji, and Hope

My angst-brain is constantly honing in on Shinichi, but The Diplomat Murder Case is pretty important for introducing Heiji, too!! Kaito won't see his DC debut for another twenty or so episodes, so imo it's Heiji, debuting as a rival detective, who first introduces the idea of a possible foil for Shinichi. This... obviously doesn't pan out this way-- quite the opposite-- and the entire premise of Heiji seeking out The Great Detective of the East as his "thousandth sword" only carries a lot more weight after the parallels to Benkei and Yoshitsune are made more plain in Crossroad in the Ancient Capital. So for all intents and purposes (especially since the Funimation dialogue was changed around quite a bit), Hattori's appearance here isn't particularly outstanding in itself aside from being his first, except...

...Except Heiji also introduces the baijiu here, the catalyst for this entire arc and my subsequent observations, the vehicle through which Shinichi becomes aware that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and the knowledge of which Conan repeatedly draws upon whenever the antidote comes up. Given that Heiji eventually discovers Shinichi's secret and, in their friendship, serves as one of his lifelines to his former self (as "companionship," in my head... more on that in another post, maybe), I find it... very striking that he would be the first one to deliver him hope. Good God.

Like Kaito, I want to think about Heiji more in-depth too, but there are better episodes for it... Murderer, Shinichi Kudo

eeeEEEEE okay i'm done tysm for letting me screm anon this case has a special place in my top ten aaAAAaaaahaha

#ask #anon #dcmk #detective conan #kudou shinichi #shinichi kudo #headcanon #internal screaming hours #text #the diplomat murder case #long post #hattori heiji

[soldmysoultootomeboys]

Obey Me Brothers with a college student MC

Lucifer

♥ He’s been around for a long time, so he knows a lot of things and would be the best tutor

♥  If you're taking a class about something he doesn't know he would make an effort to learn about it. His pride doesn't allow him to NOT be the best. It would also impress you so win win.

♥ Would walk you to your class like the gentleman he is. Also to show off how taken you are.

♥ He always appears right as your walking outside

♥ During your break he’ll whisk you off to get food

♥ Doesn't really care about your major but he would be most interested in science/math/english simply because those are some of his own interests

♥ If you are a musician please show him your new pieces or even better compose a short song for him. He will practically explode with pride when he realizes you did this.

♥ Same thing if you're an artist. Draw him and surprise him with it. He might not hang it up but he would tuck the pictures away somewhere special where he could look at them in his own time.

Mammon

♥ The type of guy to try and meet you after class but also completely forgets what your schedule is and ends up outside at completely random times

♥ What do you mean you don't have Economics until 12??? I'm here right now!

♥ It's fine. It gives him time to actually find the class anyways. 

♥ When he does get it right he'll bring you drinks so you can get through class. 

♥ You'll be that bad b*tch strutting into class, a hot guy on one arm and an icy drink in the other. 

♥ Sends texts when your in boring classes so you have something to do

♥ Spams you with memes

♥ Pretends he doesn't care but if you need help he'll do his best. Very good at math and anything involving making a profit

♥ He doesn’t care about your major at all

♥ But if you’re in business prepare to hear all of his great ideas as he tries to rope you into some scheme

♥ STONKS

♥ Can probably sense trends when it comes to business too so ask him for help or ideas. He'd love showing off in front of you as well as showing you off on your amazing project.

♥ That's my human for ya!

♥ Will support you 100%

♥ Brings snacks when your studying and helps you goof off when your stressed

Levi

♥ Would love if you have online classes with him cause you two could be together

♥ Definitely the type to whine when you have to leave and try to entice you to stay home with him

♥ When it's time for a break from studying he's ready with TSL in one hand and a controller in the other

♥ Misses you like crazy when you're not around

♥ He’s not the type to leave his room but sometimes he can be tempted into showing up with a bento box he made for you. 

♥ He would try to get you into a private area to give it to you.

♥ Prepare to get the entire tsundere act of “Don’t think I care about you b-baka,” while he shoves it into your arms and runs away all while blushing

♥ If you grab him before he can leave and give him a kiss he might explode from excitement

♥ One kiss is both too much and absolutely not enough and he’ll try to get you to skip class and come back home with him instead of hanging around these normies

Satan

♥ He's super interested in all of your classes

♥ If you have online lectures he's going to sit in

♥ Actually scratch that, if you have an open campus at all he's going to find his way there. Maybe not even to your class. If he can get away with it he might just go to random lectures. 

♥ Will take your notes at the end of class to compare with his own

♥ At the end of the day he'll want to discuss everything

♥ If you can't find him in one of the many classrooms check the library

♥ Steals your textbooks

♥ Lowkey hopes you're a science major, he's very interested in the world around him and would love to talk about it with someone.

♥ He would work well with an English or History major too. He would want to talk about classics or past events.

♥ Makes a journal of things he learned

♥ If you have any interesting tidbits that he didn’t already know he would add those to it

Asmodeus

♥ Not the best at helping with school stuff. He's just not very interested in it.

♥ Rest assured he'll drag you away whenever he decides you’ve been studying too long and need a break. Unfortunately for you that's about every five minutes.

♥ Expect to have a lot of breaks to gossip and have fun.

♥ He's more supportive once he realizes better job=more money=more beauty supplies.

♥ Would love if you were in fashion or cosmetic school

♥ He will model all of your work and offer to let you practice makeup on him

♥ If he went with you to class people would think he's a student too, with how stylish he is

♥ He would also work really well with art students

♥ The type to offer to live model for your classes. Bonus: you two spend more time together. Con: He won't stop flirting with you in front of everyone

♥ Please draw him

♥ If your doing a live study he'll slowly insert himself into the landscape

♥ Not big on the messy aspect but loves your work

♥ Would color match your paints to his lipstick

♥ Wants you to paint him so he could hang it on his wall, preferably while nude

♥ Would also work well with English majors

♥ He's as vain as a cat for sweet words and could listen to you waxing poetry all day (as long as it was about him of course)

♥ Quote some romantic line from a novel and he'll melt

Beelzebub

♥ Man lives in the cafeteria

♥ All the lunch ladies already know his name

♥ You can ask him for homework help too. He probably won't be great at it but he'll try his best. Worst case worse he'll eat it so you say that your dog ate your homework.

♥ If your studying expect him to bring snacks for the two of you

♥ Doesn't understand a lot of your work, unless you're a culinary major.

♥ In that case he would be willing to try all of your dishes.

♥ All of your classmates would either love or hate him.

♥ Yes he'll try even the worst dish and compliment it but he'll also try to eat your supplies

♥ Keep him away to be safe

♥ If you're an art major he might sample the supplies every now and then. Also keep him away from still lifes he will eat the fruit, the bowl they were in, and maybe even the painting after for desert.

♥ Would probably be a good figure study model because of his sculpted form

♥ If you work in fitness he'll ask about the best workouts and stretches

♥ Invites you to the gym so you can take a look at his form

Belphie

♥ When you leave for class he'll try to trap you for naptime and cuddles instead. His arguments are very convincing.

♥ If you decide to go anyways he'll complain.

♥ Texts you during class so you'll pay attention to him

♥ Lots of study dates

♥ He doesn't study during them but he likes to lay in your lap while you do

♥ He actually understands a lot of what your working on but needs convincing if you want him to wake up and help

♥ He's like a cat

♥ If he thinks you're studying too much he'll take a nap on your notes and won't move. Don't even bother trying to push him, he won't budge.

♥ If you ignore him and get out different notes he'll decide to sleep on you instead. If that happens you're stuck until he decides to wake up. It could be a couple hours

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me story #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #swd #shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic

[malghra]

a chorus so sublime: chapter 1

I must admit, I can't explain

Any of these thoughts racin' through my brain

It's true

But, baby, I'm howlin' for you

Alright

There's something wrong with this plot

The actors here have not got

A clue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

For Darklina Week, Day 1, Songs & Lyrics, Title from Breath of Life by Florence + The Machine

Chapter title and lyrics from Howlin' for you by The Black Keys. 

This fic starts in episode 5, so you can assume that the story is mostly canon compliant up until episode 4. Any changes pre-episode 5 that will be referenced in the story will probably concern Mal. I lowkey ship show!Malina, they're very cute, but then again I lowkey ship almost everyone with everyone on this show 😂 Darklina is just the only ship compelling enough to tempt me into writing. Anyways, I'm probably going to write Mal closer to his book counterpart, just because I feel the relationship needed a bit more conflict and it will add to Alina's inner struggles.

For now, what you need to know about Mal is that he did sleep with Zoya and that he didn't react well to the revelation of Alina's powers. Just remember that for future reference.

What else? Alina is going to leave the Little Palace at some point, and after that, events will unfold similarly to what happened on the show from episode 6 onwards, but I wanted to develop the Darklina relationship a bit more before it all falls to pieces and I try to come up with a way to put those pieces back together.

The first chapter is Aleksander's POV of his and Alina's first kiss.

I spent a bit of time debating what Aleksander should call himself in his POVs. I honestly couldn't see him referring to himself as the Darkling. I also decided that in the universe of this fic, he hasn't told Alina his real name yet. I imagine that at the beginning of this story, he mostly identifies with his title, and not with his true name, so for now, he'll be referring to himself as The General.

Chapter is below the cut, I hope you'll enjoy this!

The day of the winter fete had arrived, and the General had been up since before sunrise. Despite his mixed feelings regarding such events—especially ones such as today when his Grisha were expected to perform like a troup of otkazat'sya clowns, there was a tinge of excitement to his disgruntled thoughts.

Today was the day Ravka and the rest of the world would learn what the Sun Summoner could do. She still had a lot to learn, she still needed time to grow, but she could give them a good show. Their audience of royals, nobles and foreign dignitaries would be easily enough beguiled by the light spectacle they had practiced.

It was a new start, a day of hope and promise, but that wasn't the reason he had risen before dawn. Sleep tended to elude the General for long bouts of time every couple of years. It didn't matter though. He didn't need much of it anyway, but it was an easy way to pass time when he got bored or tired of life.

Fortunately for him, that was not the case right now. These were exciting times. He had never been closer to achieving everything he'd been working for during the last couple of centuries.

He finished his cup of tea, and as he passed the mirror, he reached up to close the top button of his shirt he must have missed earlier.

He heard the soft padding of footsteps in the other room. It was almost time.

"Ivan!" he called out. "My kefta."

As he turned away from the bed, he found himself eye to eye, not with his loyal Heartrender, but with his Sun Summoner.

"You're not Ivan," he blurted out, taken aback by her sudden and unexpected presence in his bedroom.

"Sorry to disappoint," she retorted sardonically. Saints! Why was she always saying or doing the unexpected thing, usually displaying an utter lack of the deference he was so used to being treated with by everyone else around him? And why did that make him want to smile instead of chiding her and reminding her of decorum and etiquette?

"Do I sense a little disdain for my Heartrender?" he asked, mostly to distract himself from his train of thought. "You know, once you get to know him he's actually quite funny."

Ivan Krasimirov tended to have little patience with people and he didn't care much for pointless social interactions, but the General had known him since he was a boy and he liked to imagine he knew the reserved Heartrender better than anyone else. And Ivan was a loyal man, who understood the cause and had display unseen measures of dedication.

"I bet you find volcra hilarious," his Sun Summoner huffed.

Her innocently intended quip stung, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, but he managed a wry smile. It was rather hilarious after all, perhaps even more so if one knew.

"May I?" she asked. For the first time since she'd entered, he noticed that she was holding his kefta.

"Thank you." His arms felt oddly stiff as he turned around and reached back so she could help him into the garment.

"I hear you were able to focus and split light without the gloves," he told her. She had shown tremendous progress in the last couple of days, but it was better to be prepared. He'd ordered Kostyk to make the gloves weeks ago, just in case.

"I appreciate the gesture, though."

"Well, they were only a safeguard, really," he assured her. "In case of nerves." She was standing closer than he'd expected when he turned to face her again.

"I imagine there are few gatherings in Keramzin that involve such..." He found himself looking for a word that wouldn't sound as an insult to the humble childhood she still seemed to be clinging to so stubbornly. That stubbornness had its charm at times, but in this case he couldn't really appreciate it. "Spectacle," he decided.

"None, in fact," she answered with that some sarcastic aplomb from earlier, and then she whirled around and darted away from him.

Frowning, but intrigued, he followed her out of his bedroom.

Despite her sudden jitteriness, she confessed that she wasn't nervous anymore, though she had considered throwing herself down the stairs to get out of it. Almost certain that this was just her odd sense of humour, he reminded her that he had healers.

He tried not to smile as she laughed at his retort. He studied her as she stood with her back to him, wondering at her suddenly anxious demeanour and the tension he could feel rolling off her body.

He sat down on the edge of the table, listening as she explained why she wasn't nervous anymore. Confusing, unfamiliar warmth pooled in his chest as she spoke but he tried to ignore it.

"That we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope for the future," she concluded her little speech. She was so close to where he wanted her. He almost had her. He knew he would be able to make her see reason. What she was sharing with him, the fact that she was sharing it with him at all, it all made him hopeful.

Triumph made his chest swell, and his power hummed just below the surface of his skin, ready to surge, to call out, but he wouldn't show her the immense satisfaction that overtook him in this moment. He settled for a heartfelt, "That means a lot to me, Alina," turning her name into a soft caress.

She turned around, half surprised, half... proud, he decided, satisfied that she had pleased him. He could take it a step further.

"You mean a lot," to me, he meant to say. It should be easy to feed her the lie that had come to carry more truth in it than he cared to admit. He needed her, but that should be the end of it. Hadn't he taught himself to stop wanting a long time ago?

She'd lowered her eyes, making it even easier for him, but he found himself incapable of saying the words. "To everyone," he concluded.

She blinked and met his gaze again. Before he could even try to decipher the look on her face, she had closed the distance between them, her hand on his collar.

Some deeply ingrained instinct almost made him recoil. He wasn't used to this. It had been a long time since anyone dared to approach him in such a way.

And then that pull was drawing him in again, that tug he had felt from the first moment he had laid eyes on her, that he had dismissed until he had touched her arm and knew, even before cutting her skin. The confusion and discomfort that always came with it must be clear on his face, but if she had seen them, she must have decided to ignore them.

Then she surprised him by kissing him, softly and tentatively, tender fingertips gently grazing his beard. He couldn't remember when he had last been kissed like that.

He had expected that sense of elation so akin to the triumph and satisfaction he'd felt earlier. He should have predicted the ringing in his ears, the thumping of his heart, the tingle running through his veins as her power called to his, begging to answer her call, as overwhelming as it was.

But the urge to respond to her kiss, the desire to surrender, the sudden, vast fear that gripped him, they all took him by surprise.

Something that had laid dormant for ages bubbled up from a place deep inside of him, frustratingly elusive and only vaguely familiar. It slipped away from him like water he tried to cup in his hands before he could recognize it.

He might have started kissing her back—he was too stunned to tell—but then her lips left his, and she nudged his nose with hers as she pulled away. His eyes flew open at the sudden loss of contact. He couldn't remember closing them.

She was searching his face, colour high on her cheeks. As he rose to his full height, he could see that sliver of doubt growing, that fear of rejection creeping up on her, even as hope sparkled in her eyes, her lips curling into a cautious smile.

He offered her a smile back, let the surprise he didn't need to feign show on his face.

"Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkova," he told her.

Her face lit up, and he followed her example as she lowered her eyes, allowing himself a pleased grin. He started leaning in to initiate a second kiss.

The door was pushed open and Alina jumped back, turning her back to him.

He cleared his throat, pushing his shoulders back to compose himself.

For the briefest moment, Ivan's eyes flitted from him to Alina, but he hid his reaction well.

"Excuse me, General," he apologized. "Your presence is required at the fete."

"Of course. Thank you, Ivan."

He glanced back to find Alina's cheeks flushed and her eyes on her feet.

"Miss Starkova," he said coolly, and she bit her lip.

"Next time, knock before you enter my chambers," he snapped at the Heartrender on his way out the door.

"Apologies, moi soverenyi," he mumbled.

The General dismissed the man with a nod. He should be thanking Ivan. He had almost acted on impulse, like some common fool. So then why was he clenching his fists to keep from strangling his most loyal Heartrender?

#darklina #alina x the darkling #alina starkov x aleksander morozova #darklinadaily #darklinaweek2021 #darklina fic #a chorus so sublime #chapter 1

[hoetachi]

NINTENHOE + Kenma Kozume

mulan’s input; wtf did i just spend two weeks on? this shit is ASS 😭😭 anyways nintenhoe by doja inspired this for some reason summary; [College AU] kenma comes across your stream, yet stays for a different reason warnings; masturbation, slightly cursing, mention of degradation kink. genre; smut

“yo kenma, find us a stream to watch. i’m gonna go run to the store to get some more snacks”

That what kuroo said before leaving their dorm 30 minutes ago. In all honesty, he lowkey forgot he was supposed to be looking for something how distracted he got by his game he was playing.

Getting up from his bed, he stretched before reaching over to his nightstand to set his LED lights to red. He strolled towards his gaming chair that was tucked into his desk neatly and drop himself in it as he immediately typed away, entering the site’s name, where thousands of streams took place all at once.

5 minutes being on the site turned into 10 then 15 and, after clicking on a few more channels and then clicking off once they began to bore him, he sunk back into his seat once he returned to the discover page. Lazily gazing over the different boxes and seeing who he already visited and who he found boring. He was about to exit out of the website once nothing caught his attention right away until his eyes seemed to land on one box different from the others. “nintenhoey/n?” his usual monotone voice now filled with curiosity. Have he heard that name before, but somewhere else? it seemed familiar, but he couldn’t exactly remember from where.

Instead of busting his brain about it, he decided to reach for the mouse once again and kenma clicked onto your box and immediately entered your chat room. Your set up was very appealing to him along with the game you chose to play.

“Can you guys hear me? yes? that’s wonderful! anyways, welcome to the stream!” You greeted causing a few people in the chat send emojis or greets back. Kenma was caught completely off his guard when he saw his screen illuminated with your image, the live feed starting as your face lit up, noticing his handle. “Kenma? wait kenma from volleyball?” You questioned not fighting back the giddy smile on your lips. Sending a quick cat emoji before he leaned back and soaked in your recognition. Someone actually knew him as him and not as kuroo’s antisocial friend; honestly, he didn’t know how to react to knowing that but it did indeed felt refreshing for him

The reason why your handle sounded so familiar was because you’re the girl two doors down from him that always leaves little delicious snacks for him and kuroo after a long day of practice every wednesday. He never really payed attention to people who he wasn’t close with but damn, he was missing out because look at you. The hot pink lighting made your brown skin glimmer like little stars and your twists complimented you well, along with your glossy lipgloss. “I truly do hope you enjoy those watermelon bites i made you and kuroo yesterday. I was honestly just trying yesterday and my mind went you and your flirt of a teammate” for some reason that little statement made his body go hot for a second. A girl was thinking about him. but not just any girl, a very pretty and nice girl was thinking about him

“Anyways, sorry to get sidetracked with a volleyball genius. I’m so glad you guys decided to tune in again,” You leaned back in your chair, giving kenma and your audience better view of the college crop top you wore along with some shorts. You looked incredible, the very sight of your thighs alone made kenma blush from his body’s reaction. Now he had to sit and wait for kuroo with a semi-hard erection from his stupid raging hormones. “Okay that’s enough goofing around. Time to game and i truly need to focus with this one, i heard it was a rage game so please excuse my mouth in advance.” You gave the chat one last gentle smile, which made his heart beat a bit faster, before immersing yourself in your game.

During the stream, his eyes kept drifting to you. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, he couldn’t help find you attractive. Your personality wasn’t too biggish like hinata’s or obnoxious like lev’s; you were easygoing with a good sense humor that he liked quite a lot.

He barely knew you, yet you were the main thing he could focus on. However he was quickly pulled from his thoughts when you decided to pause your game and get up and stretch. He truly wondered if you knew how much your shorts is showing off when you touch your toes like that while you stretch? You’re basically showing your ass off, and it was starting to make him a bit hotter in his seat.

Damn, he’s already hard. The thick lusty air causing his body to heat up was nothing compared to the heat of his blood rushing down to his cock. Kenma slowly helped himself out of his sweats quickly, freeing up his legs so he can sit sorta comfortably with his throbbing shaft.

The urge to touch himself was tempting. It only became irresistible once you resumed your game and started letting out little curses here and there with agitated groans. He wonders if you act the sane way once the camera is off and you pleasure yourself. Do you keep that same determine glared as you shift your delicious thighs away from each other so you can fit your fingers between them. Or you’re as vocal when you’re by yourself petting your puffy lips as you aim for your climax.

At this point kenma couldn’t hold back such urges. Tugging his boxers to his knees, kenma wrapped his slender fingers around his cock and slides his hand up the shaft, moving slowly to reach his draw and pour some of the lube, kuroo gifted him as a joke, on his tip so he can indulge in the slippery texture. Moving his half lidded eyes to the controller you gripped frustratedly. Your hands were small yet they look like they would stroke him so well with your tight hold you had. You probably didn’t develop calluses like him from holding your controller with such strain, so they were probably much more softer than his.. and pleasurable.

Hazily gazing over you with desire and lust, more scenarios and wonders filled his head about your body. Bunching up his shirt and biting the ends to muffle his moans from his fellow dorm mates, lebma went to work on himself. Envisioning you ride and bounce on him had panting like a dog in heat. He wanted you bad, so fucking bad he decided to use his lust clouded judgement to get you to help reach his own pleasure.

Quickly, typing in his comment and pressing send he was pleased with the response he got, “you wouldn’t be surprise if i used these same words in a different scenario? kenny, baby you didn’t hear about my degradation kink? i thought everyone in the chat knew?” you said with smug on your face. He didn’t know if you were being serious or not, but don’t think that didn’t have him stroking faster at the thought of you calling him all the names you groaned out during you gameplay

“y’all are just some sluts for my rage” you chuckled into your mic as you glanced at the chat box

Biting harder on his t-shirt his breaths became more and more ridged as he comes closer to this climax. Every little thing you were doing was driving him further and further. The voice in his head kept repeating how you would call him all kinds of names if you ever found out about doing such a disgusting act as you streamed.

After a few more strokes, he released his load. He was quite surprised by how much he came from you, “good stream or...?” kuroo smirked as he dropped a bag the desk. Scrambling to pull up his pants, he avoided eye contact with his roommate “good thing i told her you were free tomorrow”

#{👅}— 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐂𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 #haikyuu #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #haikyuu smut #hq kenma

[crabbbage]

it’s lowkey kinda frustrating that tommy artists are straight up just… drawing grian lol. like tommy’s skin doesn’t even look like grian’s. they could just draw his shirt correctly and color his hair blonder like it actually is in his skin… i don’t even watch tommy but i’m tempted to draw him and grian just to prove a point

i mean yeah it’s confusing but it’s not like grian owns the concept of being a blond white man with wings lol

#the perils of mcyt artists is that all the interpretations are slightly different so you learn to accept diffences even if you’re incorrect #it’s not a big deal lol it’s just kind of funny #anon #asks #i don’t really expect o!smp fans who’ve never watched grian to keep him in mind….. i’m sure people who draw both are already doing that

[tenseoyong]

NSFW A-Z: YangYang

Cr.

Ko-Fi | Masterlist

A = Aftercare   YangYang is a very lazy lover to be frank. He’s not careless and neglectful, but he tends to just forget that sex doesn’t end the second you two stop rutting like animals, that there’s a bit more to the act that just the ol’ in-n-out. He’s more than content to just flop onto the sweat and fluid soaked bed and pass out, and worry about cleaning up another time, you’ll have to sort of berate him that hey, that’s sort of gross, get your ass up and let’s take a shower. He’ll whine and complain about having to do stuff but he’ll easily obey, especially with the tempting idea of a repeat in the shower. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) A cheeky boy by nature, YangYang’s more than eager to blurt out his love for your ass when prompted for a favorite part, coupled with a cheeky grab while he giggles at your fake gasps. He’s one that’ll always have his hands on you, always have his hand in your back pocket because it’s a cute, innocent excuse to cover up the fact he’s just full on grabbing your ass like 90% of the day.

C = Cum As much as YangYang likes the idea of making that ultimate claim and spilling inside you, being younger, he’s more nervous than anything about knocking you up. Even if you explain about being on the pill, or any other contraceptive, he’ll throw it back that ‘it’s not 100% effective’ and there’s no convincing him to cum inside you without the shield of a condom, so our cautious baby YangYang gets...creative with his landing spots. The young one finds it way too entertaining to spill on your stomach, or paint your thighs if he’s too slow on the draw to properly aim for a target, and can’t help but giggle at the sight of you completely covered in his seed. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) A bit of a dirty minded gamer, you can’t really go on any sight without seeing those fun ‘I fuck my gf while playing CoD’ videos, and you could mark YangYang down as intrigued...It’s something he’s always been interested in trying but doesn’t quite know how to bring up the idea, like what was he supposed to say? ‘Here babe, can you play my PS4 while I fuck you?’, he can already see the lowkey bullying on the horizon, so he sticks to deleting his history and indulging on his own. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Our ‘I’m An Innocent Young Boy’ doesn’t have quite a lot of experience under his belt, if at all. Especially if he’s too lazy to go out and chase some coochie lol. But make no mistake, he definitely knows what angle he’s playing and what he’s actually capable of. He may not have a first hand experience, but YangYang has a good bit of knowledge tucked away. He may need an experienced hand to show him exactly how to apply what he knows. He won’t disappoint, that’s for sure. 

F = Favorite position I don’t want to make the argument that YangYang is a lazy lover, but he’s a more...sensual, I want to say. Spooning is by far his favorite position, because he gets his full body contact that he loves so much, especially early in the morning. You’ve just awoken and you’re already tangled together, and you can feel his morning wood pressing into you. YangYang’s half asleep, hazy, pressing sloppy kisses up and down your neck and exposed shoulder while he’s gently manipulating your body to turn over, and tugging you back against his erection before he wiggling your panties down just far enough to move one of your legs over the other, sighing happily when he finally sinks into your core.

G = Goofy(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) You’ll never know a moment with YangYang that isn’t filled with some type of goofiness and humor, teasing and poking fun. Endless ‘innocent boy’ jokes at his expense. YangYang is the home of the most open and light hearted sex you could hope to have. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they) A fresh faced young man, YangYang takes good care of himself in nearly all aspects, especially grooming. He trims a bit to keep things well maintained and #aesthetically pleasing for his partners, he’s not quite down with the charlie brown look, but doesn’t let himself go for the george of the jungle either. A happy medium, well maintained. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) YangYang is very affectionate in his relationships, and especially so during sex. He’s not super mushy and romantic, but YangYang oozes love and affections in other ways. Passion filled kisses and love clouded eyes, sweet words murmured between his teases easily tells his lovers it’s not just sex, no matter what roles you’re trying to play in the bedroom, you won’t shake that look of adoration in his eyes that states his affections firmly. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation) YangYang is a sneaky masturbater, He’s a very cautious lover and that trickles down to his alone time as well. He’s terrified of being caught, especially with his group being a close as they are, and there’s always someone just barging into his room. Teasing is a constant between his brothers and him and the last thing he needs is another thing to be tormented over. Funny enough, you’ll be the one to catch him, the person he least expected. Being so open with one another, it’s not uncommon to both be bustling in and out of the bathrooms at the same time, and the bathroom is YangYang’s safest whackin’ zone. Until now, that is. He’s hidden away safely, tucked away under the warm water dripping down his soaked locks while he’s moaning quietly against the tiled wall with his hand wrapped tightly around his hard length, when the door slams open and you’re squeezing into the room before closing it behind you. His anxious yelp was more than enough to get you to pause your rifling through the cabinet and asking what was wrong. His timid ‘n-nothing’ had you yanking the curtain back in curiosity and catching him...ahem...red handed. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) It’s not a realistic one for an idol, got forbid a leak happens and the images fall into the public’s lap, YangYang is a bit curious over the aspects of filming your alone times. Not even so much as to watch them later on his own, though he does that as well, but more so the idea of being filmed is a turn on to him. A slight exhibition kink without the actual company of another person, the risks implied, while knowing he has it safely tucked away gets him more excited than one should be. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) The biggest risk this boy could think of, and being a cheeky little shit, I can see YangYang somehow convincing you to do the horizontal tango. Sort of a ‘fuck you’ to Ten always bagging on him for wearing dirty clothes on his bed, after being reprimanded again, he waits for Ten to leave for practice or just a night out before sneaking you into the clean room. It was quick and messy, and the naughty knowledge behind it just adds another layer. YangYang definitely gets his ass handed to him, even after trying to right the bed back to it’s previous pristine state before sneaking back out, Ten knew immediately something was off upon his return. Maybe not exactly what had happened, but he knew YangYang was behind it.   

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Where Kun is like a wall to try and turn on, not easily to ramp up enough to actually physically show it, YangYang is the exact opposite. All it takes is a slight brush across his thigh, or a slightly too long hug with your pressed against him, a much too direct kiss below the ear, pretty much any underlining naughty physical contact and he’s going to have to be hiding behind you to avoid being captured by cameras. He’s taken it a precaution to never wear sweatpants if he’s taking you out and about, because it’s already hard to hide his arousal in regular pants, let alone boner central sweats. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I see so much sub stuff with wayv and while he may be a cute, young boy, I can’t see YangYang as a full sub. He’s neither sub nor dom, he’s not much into the power plays(or lack of) in the roles and much more enjoys the tug of war of for who’s in control for a few moments during typical sex. He’s not intro degrading, he doesn’t get the whole idea of calling you dirty things just because he’s got a boner, YangYang might try once and end up feeling so bad, half way through he’s just apologizing endlessly and agreeing to revert to his normal self.   

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) YangYang tends to undersell himself, he’s remarkable when he’s between your legs. Cautious but that doesn’t hold him back from eating you like his life depends on it, alternating between drawing his tongue through your slick folds and suckling gently at your clit until your thighs are shaking in his hold and the heels of your feet and pressing into his lean back before meekly peeking up at you through his bangs, softly asking ‘was that alright?’ His confidence will grow over time, if you moans have anything to do with it. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Despite being a more easy going, ‘sleepy’ lover, YangYang isn’t a rough lover by any means, you might see rough YangYang a dozen times in your relationship at most, and hell, that’s probably only at your request. YangYang’s an eager and energetic lover, not rough, but he’s fast. The breath will be knocked out of your lungs just at the quickly dealt pleasure, immediately clutching at the sheets around you at the already building orgasm he’s fucking into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) it entirely depends on how risky of a place YangYang has chosen to get naughty in. If he’s snuck you into Ten’s room, or dragged you away during practice and he can hear the other members wandering through the halls searching for you two, YangYang is more that happy and capable of fucking you like an animal, bringing you both to nirvana with 37 seconds to spare. But on the usual, he prefers having the time to tease you a bit and play around, and fully enjoy your time rolling around in the sheets. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) The physical embodiment of a little shit, YangYang is one of the more adventurous of the members. He’s more game to try out anything you two could think up or stumble across and suggest to the other. Most things he finds he’s not actually all that interested in, after having them play out, but YangYang is pretty open to suggestions and trying out new things in the bedroom. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) YangYang’s stamina is sky high, probably only rivaled by Yukhei. Young and capable, YangYang doesn’t wear out easily, you usually won’t get more than one round if we’re being honest, but that one round is long enough to be responsible for 3 orgasms minimum. He’s good at giving himself a moment to cool back down any time he finds himself getting a little too close to the edge, alternating between pounding you into the mattress, to shallowly rutting against you and sloppily kissing you, to ripping away from you all together to wiggle down between your legs and drawing another orgasm from you before burying his cock back in you and picking up where he’d left off. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Being a naughty younger guy, YangYang finds such middle school humor in sex toys. He sees a dildo and he just starts cracking up, he can’t keep his mind set and then he’s got you laughing too and the moods over. He’s more inclined to find enjoyment in less...phallic....appearing toys. YangYang’ll dabble in some pretty soft handcuffs, maybe even attempt some rope play that definitely won’t end up as aesthetically pleasing as tumblr porn blogs, but trial and error are all part of the fun. He’s a particular fan of blindfolds and feathers, all because he’s a little jerk and instead of using the sensory deprivation and feather to cause heightened pleasure, he goes straight for tickling your armpits and watching you suffer before trying to be ‘serious’ again. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) YangYang is a middle rider. He’s much more of a tease than he is lenient, especially with the feathers, he has way too much fun with toys when you’re restrained and at his mercy. YangYang won’t be able to pull himself from your soaked cunt until you’re begging and pleading and near tears for his cock, and even then, keeps his torment up with his thumb on your clit when he finally splits you open. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) A softer voiced, YangYang doesn’t have abrasive, deep and loud groans. He’s a very light moaner, heaving breathing and soft sighs. Sort of an affect of his sneaky shags, YangYang pretty much trained himself to be pretty silent, but the soft pants in your ear are ever more erotic than deep, guttural moans. YangYang gets way more vocal the closer he is to cumming, breathing gets all the more heavier and he starts swearing the more his hips stutter, the prettier moan falling when he finally cums. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) If anyone had one, I’d bet money on YangYang having a soft core porn aesthetic blog, or at least a personal supply of photos. He doesn’t particularly run with role plays, he doesn’t fall into a script of ‘fucking a school girl’ or whatever but YangYang likes when you dress up, all the aesthetically pleasing pinks and laces are something he appreciates in several ways and he loves taking pictures on your little outfits. He’s got his own secret lock box full of your pretty photos. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) YangYang doesn’t exactly ooz BDE like some members, that specific matured aura of ‘yup, my dick is the bomb’, but he does still hold that boyish confidence that makes it hard to think he has anything but a beauty down below. More likely as average as it gets, a good 5″ and decent girth more than capable of pleasing his lovers. YangYang’s enthusiasm and personal skills elevate him to another level that maybe his (not underwhelming by any means) average length maintains.  

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) I’m sticking my neck out and naming YangYang as the one with the highest sex drive in the group. He plays his ‘innocent young boy’ role nicely but he’s not going to be fooling his partners. YangYang probably says that shit around the members or on a vlive and you’re sitting there giving him the side eye like ‘babe if you don’t nut once a day you get antsy, tf you mean innocent boy? you woke me up at 3am just bc you had a wet dream and didn’t wanna deal with your boner alone. innocent boy my ass’. If his schedule allows it, that boy is ready to clap cheeks daily. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) YangYang way be more laid back event wise, he doesn’t go out and do a lot of stuff but he’s not exactly lazy. He’s pretty energetic and doesn’t tire easily, YangYang doesn’t fall asleep very quickly after sex, after you’ve managed to drag him from the bed for a shower and clean up a bit, he’s more inclined to turn some shows on or play his games while you catch some z’s. He’ll relax back with you, but he won’t fall asleep at all, most times. But he will, sleep in until noon the next day. 

#nct #wayv #yangyang #nct smut #wayv smut #yangyang smut #nct scenario #wayv scenario #yangyang scenario #nct reactions #wayv reactions

[thiswasinevitableid]

winter prompt fill 29, indruck, sfw?

29. i should’ve done my shopping a month ago but now i’m running around last minute and when i enter your store, i’m absolutely frazzled. help me.

(Pinecone is borrowed from harrisonator’s fic “Monster Mash”)

Working at Kepler Petco isn’t the worst thing, even during the holiday shopping hellscape months. It’s not like anyone is getting in fistfights over cases of Fancy Feast. Which is why, on the 22nd of December, Duck is unprepared for the sudden sound of hands on hitting the countertop. 

“I need help.” The guy’s about his age, silver hair going patchy black near the top, pink and white striped sweater around his neck and a massive sweater hanging off his lanky frame. His red glasses barely conceal brown, anxious eyes. 

“Sure, what’re lookin for?”

“Rat treats, the kind that won’t make them ill.”

“Can handle that, right this way.” Duck leaves the counter and leads the guy back to the small mammal section. As they go the man spins a ring on his index finger, flushing under the merciless heating vents. 

“I’m sorry for the dramatic entrance. I have a mountain of things to do today and your store closes first.”

Duck glances at the AKC branded clock on the wall, which shows 12:30 p.m, “We close at five.”

“Yes, I know, but I really cannot overstate how behind I am on my Christmas shopping. Or, well, holiday is more accurate, since Joseph celebrates Hanukkah, which means I’m already late on that.” He sighs, runs a finger with chipped black nails through his hair.

“Big family?” Duck points to the row of snacks, grabs the man a basket from the end of the aisle when he starts piling them into his arms. 

“Lots of friends. We’re having a party tomorrow and I completely forgot about it until today. I know it’s ridiculous to forget about a holiday where you can’t turn around without being slapped with a reminder of it, but my brain doesn’t always work in the way I’d like it to.”

“No judgement here. Once forgot my sisters birthday until the minute my mom asked if I could get some candles for the cake after school.”

“Oh dear.” The man smiles, the expression shifting from odd to shy when Duck meets his eyes, “thank you for your help.”

Five minutes later the guy heads towards the register, then stops, backtracking to the display of rats, mice, and hamsters. Duck joins him in case he has questions, and to steal another look at his singular features. They’re not handsome on the surface, but something about them draws his eye back over and over. He’s just in time to hear the man cooing to a pair of brown rats.

“...so lovely, aren’t you just charming? If I could I’d take you home but space is limited. Oh” he blushes when he sees Duck, “I’m, ah, ready to pay now.”

“One of your friends got rats?” He indicates the pile of treats the man is buying.

“Hmm? Oh, no, these are for Luna and Emperor, my rats. I wanted to get them presents too.”

Duck can’t decide if the fact the guy prioritized spoiling his pets on the day he had to buy a bunch of gifts is adorable or worrying.

“As I said, I came here because you close first. And I, ah, I like spoiling them. It’s nice to know exactly how to cheer another living thing up.”

“I get that. Pinecone, that’s my, uh, my cat, gets more treats a month than I do.”

“Someone ought to buy you a few, then.”  The man murmurs, handing over his debit card. 

Duck, caught up in the mechanics of fighting with the card reader, doesn’t realize he’s being flirted with until the man is no more than a silver head merging into the throng outside. 

He’s lowkey annoyed with himself the rest of the day; he’s been in the market for a cute guy, and while his mystery shopper may not be Ryan Gosling, but Duck wouldn’t mind getting his number. 

Since he opened today, he gets off at three, decides to swing by Crate and Barrel in case the apron he thinks Barclay might like. There’s small hallways dotted through the mall, leading to exits or to backrooms.  As he passes one, he gets a glimpse of silver hair and a vibrant scarf. That’s the only good part of what he sees; the man from earlier is pressed close to the shiny wall, trying and failing to get his breathing order.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

He jolts, registers who’s speaking, and looks at the ground, “N-not really. I, part of the reason put this off so long is I can get incredibly overwhelmed in crowds sometimes, and yes I know that makes coming here three days before Christmas even worse an idea but I thought maybe I could handle it, but I’ve only managed to buy two of the gifts I need because I cannot focus with everything going on and, and I’m sorry, here I wanted to charming around you and now you’ve seen this and-”

“What would help?”

“I, I’d like to go somewhere quiet, but there’s nowhere, even the bathrooms are packed.”

“Do you, uh, want to come sit in my car for a bit? I can run the heater so we don’t freeze.”

“That’s really alright?” The question is so small and vulnerable he wants to tuck it into a shoebox to keep it safe.

“Yeah. C’mon, I’m parked on this end.” 

It’s snowing on and off as they walk to his car, and as he gets it running and turns on the heat his passenger finally pulls his clenched hands from his pockets; one holds a fidget cube, the other a very small, plush moth.

“I tried so hard to prepare for every possible future.” Is what he gets as explanation. The man sets both items in his lap and shuts his eyes, breathing slowly in and out. Duck says nothing, opens his phone and plays two rounds of Plants vs. Zombies before he hears anything at all from beside him. 

“Would you mind turning the radio on, at a low volume?”

“Any requests?” Duck hits the power button.

“No talk radio.”

“Can manage that.” He fiddles around and finds the alternative station. Even it has Christmas songs interspersed with the usual mix. 

“Is your name really Duck?”

He wonders if the guy is omnipotent until he remembers his nametag.

“It’s a nickname.”

“I’m Indrid.” He opens his eyes, “thank you for letting me come here to calm down. I may actually manage to succeed in my quest now. It’s so hard, I actually enjoy being out around the lights, the feeling of so many people being happy or trying to do kind things for each other. But it’s easy to get overwhelmed, especially when I’m alone.”

“Would it help if you weren’t?”

“Possibly, but I couldn’t ask you to spend even more time in that mall given you work there.” 

“Got some last minute shoppin to do myself. Besides, if you get stuck on a gift, I’m pretty damn good at comin up with ideas.”

“Thank you.” Indrid smiles, excited, and that settles it: Duck is asking for his number after this.

They brave the crowds and the holiday cheer blaring across the speakers once more. The first stop is a store selling housewares, including a pair of small succulents that Indrid deems worthy of giving a friend as he listens to Duck talk about his part time job at the National Forest, laughing when Duck mentions last weeks run-in with a pissed-off migratory bird. 

The next few stores are no help, and they opt to take advantage of the lull between when people are done with school and when people are done with work to hit up the coffeeshop, Indrid ordering a white chocolate peppermint mocha and promptly getting whipped cream on his nose. Duck is tempted to kiss it off, settles for handing his new friend a napkin while he talks about his recent return to Kepler after traveling around the country in a Winnebago, selling his art at shows. As luck would have it, the store has a shelf devoted to artisan or local coffees, and they’re each able to find one for someone on their list. 

Macy's proves more treacherous, and once five o’ clock hits even Duck is feeling cramped. Indrid is tensing, his replies getting short or far off, and just as Duck is about to offer to dip out again, chilly fingers link with his own.

“Is this alright?”

“Better than alright.” He grins and Indrid holds tighter, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth as Duck guides them into a less crowded corner. The do eventually find some high quality hiking socks that Indrid buys, only letting go of Duck in order to pay. 

They reward themselves with dinner at Johnny Rocket, Duck hopping over to Indrid’s side of the booth to see pictures of Emperor and Luna, and show off the photos he has of Pinecone hiding under his ranger jacket. 

“One more stop, thank goodness.” It’s going on seven and Duck has to say he agrees; he loves being around Indrid, but his feet are killing him and he’s had “Jingle Bells” stuck in his head for an hour. 

Indrid’s last item is at Crate and Barrel, and Duck laughs when the other man goes straight to the aprons. 

“You got good taste, I’m gettin’ one of these too. Barclay said he needed a new one.”

A fine-boned hand freezes mid-reach, “Did you say Barclay?”

“Yeah?”

“I am also buying this for a Barclay. Is your Barclay, by chance, dating someone named Joseph and hosting a party tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

They stare at each other, frozen long enough that another shopper passes between them. Then they double over in sync, Duck wheezing out a laugh while Indrid cackles. 

“Holy shit, we’ve been shoppin for the same folks!”

“Barclay mentioned there’d be new people at the party but I never thought one of them would be such a catch.”

Duck gets his breathing in order, steps across the faux-hardwood and takes Indrid’s hand.

“Hey, Indrid? You wanna be my date to the party tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

“....wait, fuck, which one of us is gonna give him the apron?”

“You can, I have another idea for him. Consider it an early present from me.” Indrid tease. 

“Sugar,” Duck slips his hands into Indrid’s back pockets, smiling up at him, “you might just be all the present I need.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #winter fills #fluff #meet cute

[solcheeky]

Greetings ma’am how was your day? Just got the vaccine this morning and now feeling like feverish death so u already know I had to visualize mark taking care of y/n w blankets to help w the chills and u being lowkey naked cause u overheat sometimes but it not being sexual at all just nice to have him there and making sure ur good without being sexy yk? Ya I hate myself too ~🛏

why hello there bed anon, I’ve been drawing a lot recently, I’m even tempted to drop my anime/manga sideblog here

omg yay you got the vaccine!!! jeez yeah I totally understand I was positive like a few months ago??? not a great experience at all its actually kinda scary right? all those symptoms ಥ_ಥ

and I know you mean know harm at all, but I don’t want to romanticise the panorama or the vaccine so I’ll just pretend you mean the regular cold lmfao but yeah

mark would tuck you in extra loving tho, unless it’s like,,,,, it’s still a friends2lovers! kind of thing. then I totally imagine him with pink ears the whole time even though he knows it’s nothing sexual (he swears he understands) it’s just, seeing you press your heated face into the back of his hand when he reaches out, your eyes closed and breathing slow, makes his heart race like crazy. especially thinking twice about how comfortable you are with him, letting yourself give into you everything he says, letting yourself show those small little urges you usually hold back to make him stay with you, and the fact that you trust him so much to even be bare under your sheets with him around

“you’re hot” mark presses his hand into your forehead, “like really hot”

when he brushes his hand down to your cheek you lean into his touch and hum.

“I mean like- not hot” his words had echoed in his head and it sounded all wrong, “I meant hot like temperature” he’s face flares up when you rub into his touch and smile

you hum again, you know what he meant.

“‘cause like, yeah, you have a cold.” mark wants to pull away so badly, but at the same time tuck you in so preciously into his arms. “not that you aren’t hot, I mean, you are very- uh- you’re not bad looking or anything”

lmfao mark would still be his incredibly stupid (yet endearing) self, even if you meant no harm in warming up to his touch or wearing little to nothing in bed

#how are you feeling now tho??? are you better??🥺 #onion answers #anon #🛏 anon

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

I feel like you have to tell us what DRS designs you don't like lol

Ah, yes, of course. See, the thing is, being that I'm not excited about them to begin with, I'm tempted to talk about the positives... weirdly. (I remember the last time I hated an album by one of my favourite musicians, I kept saying stuff like "no but this part is pretty good" and then "I'm sorry to be so negative about it :/", it made NO SENSE, but I was being negative in my head.)

I already mentioned Kuzuryuu's... It's so weird to see a yakuza character with no tattoos and perfect skin, out in the open, with no attempt to hide their lack of tattoos. Get me? It feels seriously weak, and I used to stan Kuzuryuu pretty hard... nice necklace though. Could have gone harder with jewelry.

So that's the main one that comes to mind. Yes, I know he doesn't have tattoos yet - but he could have easily hidden that fact with literally any type of shirt.

Other than that... Hmm... I lowkey hate Hanamura's, but it suits him perfectly. I don't mind that Saionji's bikini is green, but it's a little *too* green to my taste. I like Souda's swimsuit, but I think he could have taken his beanie off (which of course would have required to actually draw his messy hair, so obviously they didn't do it).

I hate Enoshima's horrible proportions more than I do her swimsuit. There's definitely a reason for it, so I don't care. I won't mention other issues I have with their bodies though, let's focus on what they're wearing...

Mukuro's is cute, but I'm guessing "she picked it" because she thought it suited her sister? That's a little boring, or dare I say, despairing...

Sonia's outfit is cute but I actually can't find any good excuse to have gotten rid of her wetsuit, when they kept all of the other girls' original swimsuits.

Gokuhara's is ugly but I don't really care. Hoshi's is slightly horrendous.

I guess that's it? I don't have really strong feelings about any of them (I like Fujisaki's, Oogami's and Hagakure's). A few of them are pretty/cool/make sense, most others are unmemorable. Which makes sense to me... I was never very particular about my choice in swimsuits, since it was more so about being comfortable being seen in so little clothing.

#anon knows i'm fun at parties #ask #danganronpa #danganronpa s #danganronpa s: ultimate summer camp