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intotheelliwoods · 1 month

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HELLO??? MY BOYS???? YOU SPIN MY HUGGY SONS IN THE CENTRIFUGE???? DO YOU WISH TO REARRANGE THEIR MOLECULES??

#flash warning #cw flash warning #asks #2 arms left #djksfnhsjfbnjhn #ro t AT E

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roseblog-rog · 3 months

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She Actually Built a Shrink Ray…

(contains g/t mouthplay, g/t fearplay, and dubcon)

My best friend—Jamie—told me a while ago that she was working on a big project. After some prying from my end, she revealed it was going to be some sort of laser that would…do something with, like, atoms? And it would decrease them…I think? Maybe? When she started using science talk I kinda zoned out.

But she eventually dumbed it down for me, saying it would make whatever object it hits far smaller, which actually kinda made sense.

“So, a shrink ray? Like Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?”

“Yeah, something like that…but what the fuck are you talking about? Shrinking kids n’ shit??”

“WHAT??? YOU DON’T KNOW THAT MOVIE???? IT’S A CLASSIC!”

“Nah you made that shit up.”

For someone so smart she’s a complete dumbass. Or maybe it’s just not a popular movie…

Anyways, it’s not that I doubted her ability, per se, but I was highly skeptical about whether that was even possible. I mean sure, the idea of shit from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids being real was very intriguing…but could she do it?

That question was finally answered today when she sent me a text saying ‘HAZELLLLL COME OVER NOWWWW ITS SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT 😱😱😱’, and I arrived to her house only to be dragged to her lab where I found…well…a big laser. It really did look like something out of a movie, appearing very similar to Wayne Szalinski’s own creation.

This is where I am now: staring at the large machine, shock and some slight skepticism evident. “Is–is this…?”

“You bet your ass it is! Here lemme show you.” She ran over to a box containing several big red building blocks, taking one out and putting it on a stool where the laser was aimed. She then moved over to some sort of control panel and fiddled with some switches until the tip of the laser was glowing yellow.

I watched in awe; her genuine scientific prowess never ceases to amaze me. Still, I couldn’t help but make a remark. “Y’know, I honestly expected the beam to be red. Maybe some blue glow mixed in.” I smirk.

She glared at me playfully. “Well sooorryyyy it’s not exactly like your stupid obscure movie.”

We laughed as she finished activating the machine. She beckoned me to her side and we both watched as an actual laser was fired onto the building block, making it glow in a similar shade to the beam itself. My mouth then hung open in complete awe as I watched the once large block slowly shrink until it was about as big as a fingernail. She then turned off the machine, and we both went to look at the results. Sure enough, the block was intact, and I picked it up between my fingers to get a closer look.

Well holy fucking shit. The block was exactly the same aside from the now smaller size, and I could see Jamie grinning out of the corner of my eye.

“This is…this is, well, revolutionary.” I couldn’t believe she built this thing, still caught up in the shock of it all.

“Oh but thats not all! Put the block back on the stool.” She instructed, rushing back to the control panel. I could tell she was just as excited about this as I was, if her happy little bounces and giggles were any indication.

I placed the block back and returned to my position beside her, noticing the tip of the laser was now glowing purple instead of yellow. The process then repeated, only this time I watched the block grow back to its original size. Incredible.

“I still can’t believe you actually managed to pull this off…”

“You saying you doubted me?” She gave me another lighthearted glare. “Aaaaanyways, you ready?”

Ah. Right. Because I love and trust Jamie more than anyone, also seeing her capabilities firsthand, I volunteered to help test her machines as a human subject. Is there an ethical issue with this arrangement? Maybe, but it’s cool.

However…

While nothing bad has ever happened to me as a result of previous tests, Jamie has a tendency to…mess with me during the process. She knows her machines more than I do, therefore knowing exactly how to fuck with me. Like the time she built some sort of emotional amplifier, activating it whenever I laughed until I was quite literally pissing myself and breathless on the ground laughing. Or the time she built that stupid artificial spider drone—Jeffrey, the fucker—and kept making it crawl into my peripherals to scare the shit out of me.

I love her to death but she can be a real pain in the ass during tests, using my misery to fully test the capabilities of her machines. The sadist.

This time though…this time was different. I would be completely at her mercy, too tiny to do anything but accept whatever she does. It was…thrilling, honestly. Will it be scary? Probably. Will I get annoyed? Maybe.

But she wouldn’t hurt me.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever, let’s get this over with.” I sat down at the stool, and Jamie gave me a knowing smirk. I watched the laser—which was now pointed at me—start to glow yellow again, but despite the nerves I could never miss a joke opportunity.

“I am not missing the mall today.” I huffed and rolled my eyes, truly embodying my inner Amy. Jamie just stared at me with the most deadpan stare I’ve ever seen.

“I am so glad I finished building this so I don’t have to deal with your bullshit about this movie you’re so obsessed with.”

“Oh cmonnnnn. Youuuu loveeee meeeeee~” I taunted in my singsong voice. But at that moment she smiled and the machine was activated.

The feeling of the beam hitting me is…hard to describe. The best word I can think of is tingly. An almost soft and fuzzy sensation filled my body as I watched the world around me get bigger and bigger. It was one thing to see an object shrink, but a whole different experience to actually see the world grow while you get smaller. Tables grew taller, tools became gigantic, things that were once so close by slowly felt miles away. Even the stool I was sitting on transformed into more of an open landscape in my eyes.

After some time the world stopped warping around me, and I stood up to take in my surroundings. I was so familiar with Jamie’s lab, and yet it seemed like a completely new room from this perspective. I could notice cracks and rough edges around me with more clarity, notice particles of dust flying through beams of light. I glanced down from the stool and it felt like I was on top of a whole fucking mountain. This was absolutely insane, like h—

“Holy shit!” Jamie’s voice boomed through my ears, and I had to raise my hands to cover them from the vibrations that practically shook my whole body. My ears started ringing. A shadow now loomed over me, and looking up I could see Jamie towering above. From the look on her face, though barely legible due to the distance, she seemed to notice my more sensitive hearing.

“Oops, sorry Hazey.” Her voice fell to a calmer speaking tone, which no longer rattled my eardrums as I slowly lowered my hands. “I can’t believe that actually worked!”

I laugh, smirking. “Oh look who’s doubting herself now.”

She pauses for a moment, then speaks again. “I can barely hear you.” She chuckles. “That’s new.”

“Hey!” I pout, also noticing she’s cupped her hands. She lowers them down to the stool, and it looks like an offer to climb in. I accept, stepping onto her palm and balancing myself.

“Just don’t lift me up too—“ I feel her hands rocket up towards her face, and I fall over from the sheer force of it. Dark spots quickly faded in and out of my vision “…quickly.”

She chuckles softly. “Sorry about all this, you’d think I’d have thought about how to properly treat you with how much preparation I did.” I stood back up and met her eyes. They were huge, and I could really take in the rich shades of brown within her irises. “But speaking of you,” she left me standing on one hand while she moved the other to ruffle my hair with her pointer finger, “you are so fucking cute! You’re like a little speck on my hand!!”

I blush furiously, not used to being the short one. “Hey! I’m not that small!” Being in her hand I could see I was about the size of half her finger.

“Awwww poor wittwle thing~” She continued to coo and rub the top of my head. I hate the fact that it actually felt really good. Is this how she was gonna mess with me this time? Taunting me for being short?

“Stoppppp!” I whined through giggles, starting to melt at the contact but being unable to actually do anything about it. I already know my face is completely red. She knows me too fucking well.

Her finger starts to softly shove me around a bit, rubbing ever so often. I get a bit dizzy from the overwhelming tenderness of it all.

“Hehe! You’re such a fun little toy!”

That comment makes my mind and heart stutter, and I really start to take in just how powerless I am in this situation. I begin feeling a bit of wetness in my panties, but try to keep those thoughts at bay. As far as I know, Jamie isn’t interested in sex or anything of the sort. Besides, we’re friends. I’ll just enjoy the soft shoves and rubs and coos, that’s more than enough.

But then I notice that blush has crept onto her face as well, and she slowly smirks as her finger stops playing with me. She gently pinches the back of my shirt, lifting me up, and now I’m really helpless. I instinctively and slowly start to flail around to free myself from her grip, but to no avail.

I’m in front of her mouth now, and her lips are slightly parted. I can feel how heavy she’s breathing, warm air pushing out and brushing against my skin. Her breath smells nice, it’s honestly kind of soothing.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Sorry in advance.” With that being my only warning, she fully opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. She’s salivating a lot, and the realization of what she’s doing dawns on me.

“Wait! Wait wait wait wait!” She drops me onto her tongue as I beg and squirm, but no matter how much I try to crawl off of her tongue I cannot get any sort of grip. I keep slipping and falling helplessly as her tongue snakes back into her mouth with me on it.

“No no no no no please! Jamie!” But it’s too late. I’m fully inside her mouth at this point, her tongue now flipping me over to hold me down against the bottom of her mouth. I try to push myself out, but she’s too strong. I feel tears start enter my eyes.

“I don’t mean to scare you. I swear I’m not like…eating you or something. I just…” She trails off, and her mouth fully closes.

I honestly never realized just how dark the mouth is when closed, because it’s open whenever I look into mine. But now I get the real experience. It’s dark. Very dark. The air around me is also very thick and humid, the warmth of her tongue and copious amounts of saliva contributing heavily. It also smells completely like Jamie’s breath in here—I mean, obviously—but overwhelmingly so. I can hear her breathe through her throat from my position under her tongue.

Her throat. Right.

Well, she said she wasn’t gonna eat me…but what the fuck is happening then? Is this just another scare prank? Is she secretly a cannibal and just lied to make me struggle less? I’m at a complete loss.

I feel her moving around now, hear her searching through drawers for something. The vibrations of her footsteps ripple through the mouth, bouncing me between her wet tongue and the floor. As scary as this is, the warmth is comfortable, and the moisture surrounding me is actually pretty arousing.

Fuck, I’m trapped in my now-giant friend’s mouth and all I can do is be a whore. Typical, honestly.

I try to move again but I’m still being held down, and suddenly I hear Jamie stop searching. A breath of relief moves up through her throat and out her lips, giving me a brief glimpse of light before it is snuffed out once again.

I’m not even scared anymore, honestly. I’m just bored. This sucks actually. If you’re gonna scare me like this at least up the stakes.

I feel her move around some more until she sits down on what is either a couch or her bed. Regardless, I felt the bounce.

“Jamieeeeee!” I try to yell out to her, hoping she hears me from in here. “What the fuck is going on?!” I need answers and if nothing else I can try to get them.

“Just—! Please let me have this.” I’ve never heard her like this before, voice so shaky and desperate. I feel some fear creep back in, but this time it’s for her rather than me. “I need you, Hazel.” I’m still confused until I hear the familiar buzz of a vibrator.

Oh.

Oh shit.

She…this…huh????? I can barely process what this actually means before I hear moans reverberating up from her throat, the pool of saliva around me starting to grow. I can feel her body start to shake with arousal, also starting to notice her tongue snaking back.

I’m able to stand up now, but it takes extra effort with how soaked I am in saliva. It’s heavy and slick, almost keeping me down. I can feel my clothes completely stuck to my body, making it very obvious that I’m hard. My heart rate and breathing are also picking up, both from shock and the resurgence of my arousal from before getting put in here.

Then her tongue leaps at me before I can react, pushing me against her gums repeatedly as I squirm to break free. It’s bigger than my entire body, each lick completely drenching me in more gooey spit. As much as I should be disgusted, this sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s so warm and wet and comfortable, sending tingles of pleasure from my crotch throughout my entire body. Her moans pick up with each lick as well, and I truly start to realize just what she meant when saying ‘I need you.’

Her tongue quickly gets more frantic and suggestive, lapping my entire lower body from my feet up to my crotch, and I already feel incredibly sensitive and brainless as the motions continue. I can’t help but join Jamie in moaning. Instinct overtaking me, I remove my clothes as best I can while being bombarded with wet sensations. I manage to get my shirt and bra off first, and Jamie quickly notices what I’m doing as she focuses her tongue movements towards my now exposed upper body instead. This makes her moan even louder, if that’s even possible at this point.

My pants come next, and this takes some effort given how wet and sticky they are, combined with the fact that I’m still being licked mercilessly against a giant row of teeth. When the pants are lowered enough to reveal my panties, Jamie moves her tongue back down to my crotch. With one less cloth barrier, the overwhelming sensations are too much to handle, and I orgasm. I can feel my panties grow even wetter despite how soaked they already are. Jamie stops for a moment, taking in the taste of my leakage as it drips down my thighs and into the pool of saliva below me. Her tongue feeling me up as I continue to leak honestly feels so pathetic, and I can’t help but whimper.

Once Jamie finally realizes just what she’s tasting, she goes feral. Her tongue picks me up and shoves me over to her molars, placing me down carefully only to bite specifically at my pants and panties to rip them off. I’m finally completely naked. I’m then forcefully sent sliding towards her lips, pushed through so that my upper body dangles out of her mouth while my legs stay inside. She has her lips pressed tightly against my crotch, and she begins sucking on me while simultaneously licking relentlessly at my taint. It’s too much, sliding back and forth on her lips like this, grinding against such intense moisture, feeling that giant tongue absolutely lick me clean. I can’t think straight.

My vision is blurry in the light after having been in darkness for so long, but I can see Jamie vibing her clit. She’s shaky and wet, her frantic breaths pushing against my body as I rest my upper half against her lower lip.

I already feel close to a second orgasm, but then Jamie’s vibrator turns off. Her mouth opens wide, tongue licking her lips while I’m dragged along against her skin underneath. I’m then plucked up by my legs, dangling in front of her face. I am completely drenched, drop after drop of saliva falling down and hitting her body. We’re both breathing heavy, faces red. She looks at me, and from my upside down view I can see her smile before I’m sent down between her thighs.

Warm. That’s the first word that comes to mind. I’m shoved against her clit, and I immediately start humping. We’re both completely soaked so the grinding is smooth. Jamie’s moans from high above me reverberate through my ears, and I can feel her get wetter by the second. Her grip doesn’t let up, and she actually starts to rub me against her forcefully. She doesn’t need her vibrator now, she can just use me. I cum again, becoming even more slicked up as I’m slid up and down across her crotch. I can’t tell whether I’m more covered in her saliva or my cum anymore, I’m too brainless and soaked to process. She is in complete control of me; I’ve become nothing but her glorified sex toy.

She starts tensing, squeezing her thighs together tightly, and she quickly shoves me inside her hole. It’s a similar environment to the mouth but far more constrictive. Oppressive. Her walls push against me as I squirm and stimulate her, barely being able to breathe from her scent and moisture completely overpowering me.

Finally, she cums, and I hold my breath as I am once again completely drenched in her. I manage to get pushed out right in between her thighs, stuck pressed there until she unclenches. It’s all so much, so many new and euphoric sensations. I’m breathing heavier than I’ve ever breathed before, feeling like I might pass out at any moment. Yet I cannot stop myself from huffing her scent like my life depends on it, cannot slow my racing heart after everything that just happened to me.

When she unclenches, I do not go sliding down her thigh. Rather, I remain stuck there, practically webbed by the saliva and cum I’ve quickly become accustomed to being drenched in. Strings of fluid connect me to her other leg. I want more. I can get an explanation later, I just need to be back in her mouth again. Back inside her. I already feel myself start to dry up and I whine, trying to squirm out of the adhesive I’m trapped in.

I hear a breathless chuckle from above as I am carefully ripped from my prison, once again left dangling in front of Jamie’s face.

“Wow, so d-desperate for more? I g-g-guess I was right. You are a fun little toy.” She stutters and takes deep breaths as she speaks, likely just as brainless from pleasure as I am.

“P-please put me back in your mouth. I need—I need to feel your tongue again.” I blush furiously at the plea, already feeling myself ready to cum again. This is so fucked.

“Of course, Hazey. Anything for you.” And with that, Jamie opens her mouth and drops me inside once again.

Feeling the warmth of her breath and saliva is a comfort I could never take for granted. Her tongue is gentler this time, hums of approval ringing from her throat as she savors every taste of me. I let myself relax for a bit as she feels me up, catching my breath while still feeling highly aroused from the licking. Once my heart rate is under control, I slowly stand and wrap my body around her tongue as best I can. I then begin to thrust myself into it over and over again, my cock sliding against the impossibly warm and slick surface. It feels amazing.

A chuckle sounds from Jamie’s throat as I hump, and I feel her body rise as she begins to—presumably—clean up. I’ve gone from a sex toy to a simple form of stimulation for her mouth. A thing to mindlessly flick around and play with while she goes around and focuses on other tasks. The thought makes me blush ever so slightly more.

I feel myself get close to a third orgasm, but her tongue quickly goes back to overpowering me, pushing me towards her molars once again. This time, however, she bites down on me. Not enough to injure or kill me, but enough to keep me trapped with just enough pain that I still feel good. My lower body is facing her tongue, but I cannot see what it’s actually doing. From the feel of it, it doesn’t seem like she’s doing anything to me anymore. Is she just going to leave me here? Prevent me from reaching the orgasm I was so close to? My train of thought is interrupted, however, when her tongue suddenly goes to fondle my crotch and taint. The surprise of receiving such overwhelming sensations out of nowhere makes me moan loudly, feeling myself just on the edge of cumming.

But. Then she stops again. Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

She repeats this process multiple times: fondling me by surprise only to stop just before I orgasm. No matter how much I try to squirm out of her teeth, how much I try to maneuver my arms to touch myself, it’s no use. I quickly become brainless and whiny, eventually deciding to cry out pleas for her to let me cum.

After enough begging, she finally relents, licking me once again but this time without stopping. I’m still trapped under her molars, but I thrash around wildly as I’m finally able to let myself go all over her tongue. I all but scream as the feeling fills my body. I don’t care how embarrassing it may sound, all I can focus on is releasing my pent up pleasure all over her. I feel each burst of cum exit me, all of which bringing more and more pangs of overwhelming euphoria. More and more pathetic sounds. I feel elated. Wet, shaky, dizzy, and elated.

As I come down from the climax, her teeth let me go. I look at my body to see massive red teeth marks across my chest. Woah. I try to stand up, but I’m so shaky and filled with pleasure that I immediately fall over. Her tongue takes that as an opportunity to pick me up and bring me towards her lips. Her mouth opens and I am released once again, only this time her tongue slowly angles down so that I slide off into her cupped hands below.

She holds my small and soaked body tenderly as I regain my senses, raising her hands so I’m at eye level. I look at her face and am shocked to see tears falling down rapidly.

“I’m sorry Hazel! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s—“

“Hey hey hey! I’m okay! I don’t know what that was, but I feel fine. Good, even!” I try to comfort her, sitting up and gently rubbing her palm with my hand. “Although, I would like to ask…why? Why did you do all this?” Sue me, I wanna know.

Jamie sniffs, the tears not slowing down. “I—I—I’m in love with you, Hazel.”

I freeze, and for a moment my heart stops. I say nothing, and she continues.

“And—and I was too afraid to ask you out or admit my feelings because you’re so…” She looks closely at me now, eyes filled with stars at the sight of me. ME?? “…you. I’ve loved you for a while now; your smile, your voice, your authenticity, your laugh, your jokes, your absolute beauty, even your stupid fucking movie obsession.” I wet chuckle at that, feeling tears falling down my eyes as well. “You are the only person I ever want to love, Hazel…and I ruined it. I got too desperate. I used you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I stand up now, and gesture for her to move me closer to her face. She complies, and once I’m close enough I rush to hug her cheek. I really start bawling now, so overwhelmed from the affection.

“I—I’ve loved every moment spent with you, Jamie! You’re so fucking smart and funny and sweet and an absolute dumbass. There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to cherish. I…I love you too.” I manage to get out through sobs, feelings I had no idea were there finally coming up to the surface. “To be honest…I didn’t think you’d ever want to be with, well, someone like me.” I step back from her cheek now, wrapping my arms around myself in a pitiful hug.

Jamie bends her head forward, pressing a giant but soft kiss onto my head as I cry. “Oh, Hazel…you know that doesn’t bother me. I mean shit, I watched by your side as you slowly become the person you’ve always wanted to be. It’s admirable! You’ve become so much happier and genuine with yourself. So much prettier. How could I not love you?”

I full on wail at that, and she presses me close to her chest as I sob. The rhythmic beats of her heart slowly calm me down, and my breathing eventually begins to level.

“Do—do you mean that, Jamie?” I clutch her shirt as I brace for the inevitable ‘Just kidding! You’re gross!’

But it never comes.

“Every word, Hazel. I want to love you for the rest of our lives.” She gently takes one of her hands to rub the back of my head as I quietly cry into her shirt.

“So do I.” I manage to get out, and I feel her heart stutter ever so slightly.

“You mean that? Even after…what I did?” Jamie sounds nervous, just as afraid of rejection as I was. But she never has to worry about that. Not with me.

“I do. I really mean it. I could never hate you or leave you. I never want to spend a moment without you in my life.” I press a kiss onto her chest. “Besides, I was into it.” I full on laugh and Jamie can’t help but laugh too.

“Oh and I’m the dumbass?” She holds me even closer to her body, seemingly never letting go any time soon. Good.

When we both stop crying after a while, Jamie is the first to speak again. “So…do you want me to grow you back to normal size?” From a nearby window, I can see it’s dark out now. I am exhausted.

“Can…can I stay like this for the night? Sleep on your chest?” It was an embarrassing request, but I knew she wouldn’t care. She would probably tease me a bit though.

“Awww! You are adorable!” Speak of the devil. “Of course you can stay small tonight…though I think I accidentally swallowed your clothes.” I chuckle at her guilty expression, and resolve to just stay naked to sleep…as long as I can dry off first.

After we both get ready, Jamie lays down in her bed, and I rest in my position next to her heart, her hand serving as a blanket for me. This was an absolutely confusing and…surprising start to our relationship, and I had no idea what the days ahead would bring, but I knew we would figure it out.

I smile as the warmth of her body and pulses of her heart lull me to sleep.

Shoutout to my wife @flowers-but-gay for being my smart dumbass and describing how a shrink ray would potentially work only for me to dumb it down 😭

Also shoutout to Eve @specksizedgoddess for brushing the dust off my g/t kink and getting me back into writing

#(ro)s(e)mut #hazel & jamie #i am actually the most normal ever #g/t #g/t mouthplay #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny #nsft #g/t nsft #dubcon

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ethanhibiki · 2 months

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Ohhh dear. How did you “mess up?” Did I get too chatty back?

( @blastingtowardsbluerskies )

n o it s be c aus e i did nt wa n tto l ea ve sil ve r he re :(

#he trie dpus hin g me out a wi nd ow but i ca n t le ave hkm h ere!!!#h e ke eps sa yi gn i jus t like pl ay in g he ro but k re ally do ca re ab ou t him!!!#i wis h hed re aliz e tha t!!!#♧we're headed for the top! [ goldchat ]

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grapecaseschoices · 1 year

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i usually don't send asks and i would send this off anon, but im scared of getting hate on this, since ive seen quite a lot of discriminatory behaviour in if fandom spaces when it comes to poc opinions so imma just stay anonymous if that's ok with u.

i came across a post you posted a while ago regarding the if ROs and the lack of diverse characters when it comes to darker skin characters and i just wanted to say thank u for making that post. i hope it gives writers and the fandom some food for thought. ive been noticing ever since i got into the if community that black/ros of black descent tend to almost always be the less popular ros and as a mixed black person myself it's really sad to see. you also mentioned the lack of darker skinned east Asians/south East Asians if i recall correctly (if not please feel free to correct me) and I honestly couldn't agree not. ive noticed in some ifs that the characters of color that are the most popular tend to be those of east Asian descent with paler skin or poc ROs who's ethnicity is left ambigious by the author and whilst I'm really happy that there's been more progress made in terms of diversity, i would love to see more black characters who aren't sidelined to the best friend stereotype and more poc characters who's ethnicity is made clearer.

some south east Asian friends of mine who are of Hmong-Thai and Agta-Filipino descent have also mentioned they would would love to see more South East Asian ROs as well as East Asian ROs who are darker skinned, because the majority of the rep that there seems to be for Asian characters are those with paler skin. its a similar feeling for Latinx ROs, i almost always see lighter skinned Latinx ROs being represented in the majority with a lack of darker skinned Latinx ros. I'm not forcing anyone to add diversity to their game ofc, but the ratio of poc ROs to white ros on some games have made me kind of sad to see, specially when there's like 4 or 5 white ros and then 2 ros of colors who seem like they were just kind of tacked on for representation points, but their backgrounds are left ambigious and no Nationality or ethnicity is ever mentioned by the author which kind of leaves me scratching my head ngl. there's also a prominent lack of SEA and SA rep in terms of ROs, so I'm always happy when I see one! I would also love to see more biracial characters who aren't half white, since we aren't all a monolith.

regarding black ros. in my time in the community whilst ive seen an increase in the amount of black ROs, seeing them always be the least popular in polls still makes me quite sad. i hope that fandom can become more open minded and give more black ROs a chance. on the other hand I've seen a lot of greatly written black ROs in comparison to back in the day, and I'm glad people are incorporating more ROs based on their culture which is great!

sorry about this essay, but i hope it doesn't come across as rude or offensive, it's just something that has been on my mind ever since ive seen your post regarding the lack of representation in if. English isn't my first language so I hope I expressed myself alright.

negl, when i the way you started and then the length of this post, i foreal thought it was gonna be a fight. so, it was a relief that isnt the case. i honestly don't think there's anything for me to add, because you said my feelings and all i could do is nod along as i read this.

though, i'm glad that my post struck a chord for you. (is that the thing to say?? i'm not even sure. i guess my purpose for that post was pointing out the ignored part and bringing on encouragement as well. so, while i'm glad it encouraged you to share your opinion and made you feel less alone in feeling uncomfortable with what you were seeing -- it sucks that things haven't changed to a point where you can feel comfortable saying your thoughts off anon without being harassed. like yikes [not at you, but at fandom]. roflmao. like this is 2023. we really STILL at a point where we're going to make people feel bad about having a GENERAL issue with the racism and colorism that if writers & the if fandom continue to show? rather than … idk continue to DO something about it.)

i would love to see more black characters who aren't sidelined to the best friend stereotype and more poc characters who's ethnicity is made clearer.

i have actually seen some improvement, too. either from the fandom directly zeroing in and supporting black characters (i know the polls can seem disheartening - and i had a feeling that's what drew you to my inbox - but there HAVE been moments where the black character would be the most favored ro -- buuuuuut .... sadly, it is still so rare that i continue to be surprised when it occurs) or in the if writers boosting black characters because they have an awareness regarding fandom's bias. i definitely do think we need more of the latter, tho.

i still think there is a very long way to go. extremely. like i think in general, despite the imporvements we have both observed, a lot of the newer games i've seen ratio is still low like you said. it's a mix instead of being - at least from my observation - as consistently majorly white like it used to be. now i'd say the ratio is aybe 3 (white characters) to 2 (characters of color, of different races) ... as opposed to 3:1. Whoo. BUT i've seen what you mentioned too, still -- too many games are still so white. And if they're not, they're more often than not theyll be light skinned East Asian or black (or mixed... with white). Or an ambigous Latino that I can't tell if they're a white Latine or meant to be a character of color. So, yeah ... i don't know what it is. a fear of writing characters of color, not finding characters of color romanceable, or just a lack of awareness.

Like I guess I agree with you (lmao), I don't want to "pressure" people to have diversity either --- mostly because the people who get hurt in cases like that are minorities reading the story. My desire, I suppose, is a want to understand. I know a lot of IF writers have the idea that 'my story is for me', and in a sense, I agree -- I think we shouldn't expect writers to bend every bit of story to the fans (not even an interactive story). I've seen the mess that can create. However, if you wanted it to be JUST your story, you would've left it in your journal. You want engagement and participation -- you want to share, and I believe most stories should be shared. So, why as an artis wouldn't you want to make a story where .... I don't know. I'm tired. I've kind of gotten to a point where I'm just like whatever. I'm disappointed in myself for expecting better from IF writers and the IF fandom.

BUT I am glad that you and your friends are not only discussing but EXPECTING better, because you deserve it. Because your friends deserve to see and engage with characters who are SEA (of all shades, but especially of darker skinned). You deserve to see mixed raced characters who aren't half white (or light skinned), because as stated yall arent a monolith -- that isn't all there is in the world. (And it's WEIRD to me, like WHY do we AUTOMATICALLY assume mixed/biracial = partially white? I mean I KNOW why but COME ON! lol.)

*sighs*

i WILL say though, again, it's not all bleak: and i have seen variation of the TYPE of characters of color -- like it isn't always the cold e. asian or the black emotional pack mule best friend. so that's good. and i hope that continues.

and you're fine, dove. i actually appreciate your ask because like i said i was feeling kinda ho-hum about things but this sorta sparked a fire in me, roflmao. you expresse yourself just fine, and honestly despite the essay i wrote back i really didnt have anything worth adding.

#grapecase answers #interactive fiction #representation matters #diversity #fandom stuf #if fandom #h o n e s t l y #just read what anon said because i honestly didnt say anything different #they got all my feelings in a nutshell and i just very wordily parroted them back #everything under the cut is just anon getting me in my feelings #you got me hype again dove #i was just feeling so blergh about this whiteness in if and the fandom #but you're right the discussions SHOULD continue and you're also right that there HAVE been some cool stuff -- like i agree #i am really loving people writing stories or ros based on their culture #it's grand #i hope anyone who sees this isnt put off by the length and takes anons words as encouragement #do that research and give us that SEA ro #give us that mixed race dark skinned RO #give us that afro-latine RO #come on you know you want to #the world is so diverse. and the if community is just so broad. how could you not WANT to engage in the voices that you expect / hope to #engage with your imagination and your heart #idk what im saying but i have feelings on this that i need to ponder #anyway #long post

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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years

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seeing L*gan get his shit rocked

*heavenly sounds*

I am truly living seeing Miz and Ciampa beat the ever loving shit out of L*gan

#Chase liveblogs some wrasslin #G E T. HIS. A S S. I WANT TO SEE HIM D E S T RO Y ED

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ryllen · 1 month

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* ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᶦᵛᵉ 👉👈

man i think i'm gonna combust

[ d is tra ct ing m e so mu c h f ro m m y du t y . . . ]

#sorry i reach the point i really want to draw these things for them #i keep it here until i change my mind #suggestive

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h34rtz-co · 4 months

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“I'm cold, can we cuddle please?”

Honkai Star Rail : Asking the Astral Express Crew if you can cuddle them, because you're cold.

Content: Implied relationship or feelings , fluff , romantic , gn!reader . . .

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. . . D A N H E N G . . .

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Your question left his face a bit rosy, but he accepted your request for warmth. He sat up on his sleeping mat, and patted his lap. Once the two of you were all situated, he would wrap a blanket around you, and lie the two of you on your sides. He wouldn’t want you to be cold, goodness no. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable either, so he accepted the position, and stayed respectful and calm.

He was like a living heater, yet very calm and gentle. He would hold you as long as you needed. Even if he suspected you had intentions of staying the entire night.

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. . . M A R C H 7 T H . . .

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March knows her room is warm, her bed especially. Because of this, she had no qualms with this question. “Hehe, sure! Come on! We can have like—a sleep over!” She would squeal, taking both of your hands, dragging you in with her. While you got cozy beside her, she’d talk and talk about everything that’s happened to her all day, and just in general. She’s a bit of a rambler.

She wouldn’t have realized it, but she would have had her arm around your waist/shoulder, to try and keep you warm, yet completely forgot. Mid ramble, she’d realize you fell asleep, and try to go to bed herself, making sure to keep you warm as well. Letting you hog the blanket!

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. . . W E L T Y A N G . . .

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“You’re speaking to me? Well… alright.” He isn’t used to being asked for such things, especially intimate relations. When you asked it did warm his heart quite a bit. As he sat on the velvety red couch, his legs now laid across the couch, he helped you onto his lap. He is very stiff for a while, and a little awkward. You can tell he is very unsure how to feel. Though, when he notices you start to relax and warm up, he starts to calm down.

You may even feel him peck your cheek to bring you comfort. He will be very displeased if anyone (march) tries to speak to him at this time, risking you being disturbed.

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. . . H I M E K O . . .

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“Of course, dear. Come here.” She'd respond, gesturing for you to come and rest beside her in her room. She is sat up in her bed, a warm mug of fresh hot chocolate on her night stand. She would watch as you slipped under the covers, and laid next to her, clinging to her. She would let you adjust, and eventually start to stroke your hair, or play with it. She would him as she read a book, or looked out her window.

She is very gentle and motherly, and wants you to feel comforted by her. She is happy to warm you up… despite her being cold as well. Even if she suspects you just wanted to cuddle up with her for the sake of it. She never gets upset.

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He just simply shrugged upon your offer. He would just wrap his arms around you, and drag you with him, from behind. You’d just be in his lap, coddled, and a bit restrained. While he was a bit blunt and hard headed… he did seem pretty happy to accept your offer. He is like a Human heater!

He will rest his head against yours, and make sure you’re warm, occasionally asking if you are okay, or if he is hugging you. He doesn’t let go, and decides it’s is his duty to keep you warm. He seems a bit embarrassed though, underneath how blunt and bold he was.

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. . . S T E L L E . . .

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“Well—alright, come on.” She'd open her arms, and let you decide if you still wanted to be cuddled. If yes, she would wrap her arms around you, and rock the two of you from side to side. She had the expression of a “sleepy” cat. She would talk to you the entire time about her adventures, etc.

Like Caelus, Stelle is a human heater. She seems proud and cozy knowing you asked her, and not someone else.

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Thanks for reading<3

. . . Read b4 int . . .

#🪼— jelly writes #honkai star rail #star rail #dan heng #welt yang #himeko #march 7th #caelus #stelle #hsr writing #hsr x reader #gn reader #fluff #hsr fluff

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loveandleases · 7 months

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last but not least our dilf Ardent! alphabet, please!

Exactly right, last and certainly not least. Below the cut ~

Cam ABC

G ABC

Kara ABC

M ABC

Isaac ABC

A = Aftercare - He is way too caring afterward. He will act like he doesn't care at all while refusing to let MC get up so he can clean them up. He won't say too much, if he sees he was too rough with MC you will hear him audibly tsk. Then he ensures those spots get extra care.

B = Body part - His Adonis belt! Aka the v. If you have seen his Pinterest board you know exactly what I mean. Ardent keeps himself in shape and is proud of that part of his body. His favorite part of his partner is their ass. He loves to smack it, touch it, fuc-, anyways thats what he likes.

C = Cum - Absolutely refuses to fuck his partner until he gets them to cum at least once. If they are up for it afterward if he, if not it's all good. He got exactly what he wanted.

D = Dirty Secret - Lost his virginity to his father's secretary, in his office, and on his desk.

E = Experience He is probably the most experienced out of the RO's. Though much have that experience was in his early 20's.

F = Favourite Position - Our dilf has several positions he loves. One of them is doggy style, the other butter churner. If his partner is willing, I'm sure he can find even more to add to the list.

G = Goofy - He will be a pain in the ass, and I mean figuratively. Teasing MC, getting them to beg to give them what they want.

H = Hair - Dark brown patch that is trimmed short.

I = Intimacy - Listen he can be romantic, he can be absolutely affectionate. Just don't let him know that you know it. If Ardent knows he is much softer than he lets on he will pretend to be such a bigger ass than he already is.

J = Jack Off - If he is in the mood he makes sure to masturbate when he can, knowing his luck someone will be knocking on his door, maybe even a new neighbor.

K = Kink - Totally into cockwarming. The idea of being slid inside his partner just to keep warm just makes this man even more of a horny mess. Also oral~

L = Location - Anywhere is good with him. His apartment, the elevator, even the hall.

M = Motivation - A nice butt, easily turns him on. Someone who talks back to him, won't take his attitude.

N = NO - Absolutely not pegging him.

O = Oral - Ardent Pine, is very good at oral. Absolutely loves giving it. The amount of effort he puts in until his partner is satisfied is honestly commendable.

P = Pace - Fast and rough or slow and sensual, or slow and rough. He has no specific pace. Ardent does what he thinks will satisfy his partner, or break them in the best way.

Q = Quickie - He is down for one, though it won't satisfy him nearly enough. So be sure to be ready for round 2, or 3.

R = Risk - Sometimes, it depends on his mood.

S = Stamina Easily 4. Sometimes 5.

T = Toy - He owns none, his hand is enough to wreck his partner.

U = Unfair - Way too much, an unbearable amount. Apologies in advance!

V = Volume - He can be loud, and he doesn't care that he is. He grunts a lot, groans. Most likely telling his partner to cum for him.

W = Wild Card - It's not uncommon for Ardent to answer the door while half-dressed and turned on. His jeans will not hide his bulge at all.

X = X-Ray - Ardent's 🍆 is 9.1 inch. Nice and thick.

Y = Yearning - Very high sex drive. Likely tied with Cam's.

Z = ZZZ - 10/15 minutes after, easily. He gets tired, he has a busy day in the morning. Forgive him!

#loveandleases #love and leases #ardent #alphabet #ns-fw #6:09 #prime time

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raquel-lopez · 8 months

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Pᴇᴅɪʀ ᴘᴇʀᴅᴏ́ɴ ɴᴏ sɪᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴏs ᴇϙᴜɪᴠᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏs ʏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇʟ ᴏᴛʀᴏ ᴇsᴛᴀ́ ᴇɴ ʟᴏ ᴄɪᴇʀᴛᴏ. Sɪᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴏʀᴀᴍᴏs ᴜɴᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴄɪᴏ́ɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴏ ᴍᴀ́s ϙᴜᴇ ᴀ ɴᴜᴇsᴛʀᴏ ᴇɢᴏ.

“Pᥱrdoᥒᥲr ᥱs ᥱᥣ vᥲᥣor dᥱ ᥣos vᥲᥣιᥱᥒtᥱs. Soᥣᥲmᥱᥒtᥱ ᥲqᥙᥱ́ᥣ qᥙᥱ ᥱs bᥲstᥲᥒtᥱ fᥙᥱrtᥱ ρᥲrᥲ ρᥱrdoᥒᥲr ᥙᥒᥲ ofᥱᥒsᥲ sᥲbᥱ ᥲmᥲr.” Mᥲhᥲtmᥲ Gᥲᥒdhι ~

“Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥒo ᥴᥲmbιᥲ ᥱᥣ ρᥲsᥲdo ρᥱro ᥱᥒgrᥲᥒdᥱᥴᥱ ᥱᥣ fᥙtᥙro.” Pᥲᥙᥣ Boᥱsᥱ ~

“Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs ᥙᥒ rᥱgᥲᥣo qᥙᥱ tᥱ dᥲs ᥲ tί mιsmo.” Toᥒ̃ι dᥱ ᥣᥲ Fᥙᥱᥒtᥱ ~

Cᥙᥲᥒdo ᥒo sᥱ ρᥱrdoᥒᥲ, ᥙᥒo ᥲᥣιmᥱᥒtᥲ sᥱᥒtιmιᥱᥒtos dᥱ rᥱᥒᥴor, odιo ᥱ ιrᥲ, qᥙᥱ ᥒos ᥴᥲᥙsᥲᥒ ᥙᥒᥲ grᥲᥒ ιᥒsᥲtιsfᥲᥴᥴιóᥒ ιᥒtᥱrιor, qᥙᥱ ᥒos ᥴᥲrᥴomᥱᥒ ρor dᥱᥒtro ყ ρrodᥙᥴᥱᥒ ιᥒfᥱᥣιᥴιdᥲd. Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs ᥣᥲ rᥱsρᥙᥱstᥲ mᥲ́s ιᥒtᥱᥣιgᥱᥒtᥱ ᥴoᥒtrᥲ ᥱᥣ mᥲᥣ.

Eᥣ ρroριo Gᥲᥒdhι dᥱᥴίᥲ, “Ojo ρor ojo ყ ᥱᥣ mᥙᥒdo ᥲᥴᥲbᥲrίᥲ ᥴιᥱgo.” ყ tᥲmbιᥱ́ᥒ dᥱᥴίᥲ, “No dᥱjᥱs qᥙᥱ sᥱ mᥙᥱrᥲ ᥱᥣ soᥣ sιᥒ qᥙᥱ hᥲყᥲᥒ mᥙᥱrto tᥙs rᥱᥒᥴorᥱs.”

Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs qᥙιzᥲ́ ᥣᥲ ᥲᥴtιtᥙd qᥙᥱ mᥱjor dᥱjᥲ ᥲᥣ dᥱsᥴᥙbιᥱrto ᥣᥲ grᥲᥒdᥱzᥲ dᥱ ᥙᥒᥲ ρᥱrsoᥒᥲ.

Pᥲz, Amor ყ Uᥒιdᥲd ρor ᥙᥒᥲ Nᥙᥱvᥲ Hᥙmᥲᥒιdᥲd. Grᥲᥴιᥲs ρor Sᥱr ყ Estᥲr. Nᥲmᥲstᥱ

@raquel-lopez

Asking for forgiveness does not always mean that we are wrong and that the other is right. It simply means that we value a relationship much more than our ego.

"Forgiveness is the value of the brave. Only he who is strong enough to forgive an offense knows how to love.” Mahatma Gandhi~

“Forgiveness does not change the past but it enhances the future.” Paul Boese~

“Forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself.” Toñi de la Fuente~

When one does not forgive, one feeds feelings of resentment, hatred and anger, which cause us great inner dissatisfaction, which eat away at us inside and produce unhappiness. Forgiveness is the most intelligent response against evil.

Gandhi himself said, “An eye for an eye and the world would end up blind.” and he also said, “Don't let the sun die without your resentments dying.”

Forgiveness is perhaps the attitude that best reveals a person's greatness.

Peace, Love and Unity for a New Humanity. Thank you for being and being. Namaste

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