#zizi answers

[zaneswhite]

this is a genuine question, as a white trans guy who grew up surrounded by cishet white baptists in a town so small that it doesnt have a walmart or mcdonalds: i have only learned of the words stud and stem within the last 5 years. but i have just now learned of the words bulldyke and bulldagger. im literally just unaware of these terms, so im sorry if i shouldn't be using them so straightforward in a sentence like this and please do let me know if i shouldn't. my question is, is the term Bull appropriated from poc vernacular? i have seen the term bull used before in predominantly gay men's communities, and of course as a term in the (predominantly cishet) cuckoldry communities. (and i could have just been oblivious the whole time, but i also didnt pick up whether or not a bull is usually a poc?) but i have never seen bull used in the way that you mentioned in that comment on a post that you reblogged. i feel like i may have some reading to do.

Words like bull and buck being used to describe black men came from slavery. Black people were literally considered a cattle equivalent, hence the farm animal association. We were considered farm tools in the same cows were.

“Bulldagger” is a word used to describe a black lesbian woman who had “masculine mannerisms” like being very strong, being emotionally reserved, and being gentlemanly. And yeah, it was only used for black women. Black drag kings, casual black cross-dressing women, black butch lesbians, so on. The word was originally not considered offensive in the black community during 1920s Harlem but y’all know, certain people gotta ruin a good thing.

(Disclaimer, I’m not a lesbian, just a black queer who dresses masc and hits on men and women alike. I’ve been referred to as a bulldagger before by older black women so I be knowing things but not all the things. Black lesbians please add to this if you wish.)

#queer #lgbtq #antiblackness #black queerness #lesbians #sapphic #queer community #zizi doesn’t shut up #zane answers

[gritpyre]

Hello,it’s me again with a few more questions regarding your original characters and universe they live in,hope I’m not overstaying your welcome in the ask box:

1)I noticed that Alma usually wears a skull in her werejaguar form.Is this some kind of magical object?Is it more like a mask or it becomes one with her skin?

2)How did Alma get that big scar on her chest?Does it has something to do with her death?If so who gave her it?

3)You once drew Alma with,presumably,her team.But apart from Mercedes Gaitán,we don’t know anyone from here(pls correct me if I’m wrong,my eyesight is poor).Who are they and what do they do (kill cursed werecreatures, fight the gods,etc)?

4)Who is Valor?Are they werejaguar too?Are they important to your main storyline?

5)Who is Silvia Historia?Were they and Guerrero friends once? If so, what happened between them that made Sylvia call Alma a monster in one of your fanarts?

6)I remember seeing Alma interacting with @for-the-love-of-angst OC Zizi.What kind of relationship do these two have?

7)And finally,perhaps the most important question among all the asks I bombarded you with for the last months:

Can Alma purr?

i greatly appreciate your questions so really don't worry about that fam ✌️ though it shames me to admit some of the subjects of these questions have been scraped or changed askjdaskdajsd orz but let's go one by one:

So if she was a normal werejaguar this wouldn't happen but since her curse is so unstable her lycan form tends to degrade/decompose and her face is usually the first thing to go. The meta reason is that i've always been a fan of monsters with skull heads and wanted to give her that design choice

Salazar is to blame thought it has to do more with Amaranta's death and Alma's uuuuh resurgence if you can call it that, confusing i know but i'm working on revealing the details someday i promis

3. Now this is an idea that got scraped 😔 perhaps i will recycle her old team into new characters/concepts but the only one i kept is Magdalena, and instead of the leader of that group she now will be a high ranking clergywoman possibly, the team was originally people that got semi successful curse treatment called bloodseers

4. Valor is a weremargay! she is the twin of Vega, Alma's old lover. The twins, Thiago and Alma have known each other since they were in their early teens; though their friendship remains important, Valor's current predicament is more of a tragic collateral damage

5. Another character that got scraped orz, however that's because I used a lot of her personality and story beats and fused them with other ideas i had to create Cadejo Blanco! so she lives on, in a way

6.

if Alma wasn't so hellbent on destroying her own happiness the adoption papers would've been signed by zizi ages ago 😔 honestly their relationship deserves a post of their own because me and my good friend @for-the-love-of-angst probs have a book's worth of roleplays between these two :'D

7. Alas i might break your heart here but she can't, which is in line with how jaguars work irl since they can't purr either. However they sorta do something similar where they growl with their mouth closed when pleased, sample below (i know it says purring jaguar but big cats can't purr askdjsakdj):

that's what Alma can manage

#frankie answers #loveaetingkids #alma guerrero #friends oc #zizi

[zephartchives]

Adding to the ask pile you have. Hi bbgggggggg :]

(Insert knowledgeable question here cuz I can't think of one)

HIIII! Hii, Sweets! :3

That zero manages to be both a non-negative and non-positive integer yet is neither negative nor positive is just one of the unique properties of the number. In fact, there is a group of these strange characteristics called the properties of zero.

The addition property of zero says that if you add or subtract zero from any other number, the answer will always result in the other number. 5+0=5 and 9,000,017-0=9,000,017, for example. It reflects the concept of zero as representing nothing -- so nothing added to something leaves that something unchanged -- zero is the only number that doesn't alter other numbers through addition or subtraction.

The additive inverse property of zero reflects its position as the fulcrum between the negative and positive integers. Any two numbers whose sum is zero are additive inverses of one another. For example, if you add -5 to 5, you arrive at zero. So -5 and 5 are additive inverses of one another.

The multiplication property states what every third-grader knows: Multiplying any number by zero results in a total of zero. It's obvious once ingrained but perhaps the reason is overlooked. Multiplication is, in one effect, a shortcut for addition. 3x2 is the same as 2+2+2, so the idea that a number can be added zero times or that zero can be added to itself any number of times is mathematically senseless [source: Carasco].

The concept of dividing by zero is even more senseless, so much so there is no property for it; the concept simply doesn't exist since it can't be carried out. Even mathematicians often struggle to explain why dividing by zero doesn't work. The reason is essentially related to the multiplication property. When dividing a number by another number, for example 6/2, the result (in this case, 3) can be meaningfully plugged into a formula where the answer multiplied by the divisor equals the dividend. In other words, 6/2=3 and 3x2=6. This doesn't work with zero when we replace 2 with it as the divisor; 3x0=0, not 6 [source: Utah Math]. The concept of dividing by zero is fraught with illogical consequences, so much so that its mythical destructive power has become a joke on the Internet.

There is also the property of the zero exponent; because of the existence of negative exponents, numbers to the negative power, numbers to the zero power always equal one. Although this works mathematically, it too presents logical problems. Chiefly, zero to the zero power still equals one, although zero added or subtracted to or multiplied by itself should equal zero [source: Stapel].

Behold, the power of zero.

#zizi asks #zizi answer #ilysm baby #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[whump-queen]

🥺🥺🥺🥺*infinite hugs you back*

#I lov u zizi 🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💕💕 #answered asks #akias asks #ok gonna try and go run errands now fjfjfjfjfkd #at least I cleaned my kimchin

[knifekris]

im sorry im desperate to know what pages made u cry now

had to reread to find them all n now im weepy in the breakroom T_T zizis name and design off the bat make me feel so tender..

ill actually post this one since its been in ur promos. the crash in the background of these two panels is heartshattering and makes me pause every time

the first page/panels i always think of when considering my favorites is of course the scene where zizi sees the little terrarium in the lounge and presses their face against the glass to look at the insects. "bugs! like me!" fucking gets me, especially when amalthea takes the chance to talk about how he's made attempts to feel 'more at home' specifically with fireflies-- there IS a place for zizi here, there is a home, it just needs to be found T_T

on the same note. "you hold the keys to my room and you say to me 'this is for your own good'" "i came to an entirely different planet and nothing in my tiny little world has changed at all" and zizi maintaining that "its hard not to care about where you came from. even if it hurts you. even if you hurt in it." like yeah all of these fucking. feelings exist together as one huge mess, they just want to be free, they just want to go home, they dont wanna die in there. they dont wanna die in there

JUST LOOK AT THIS KID IM SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM HAPPY

#THE LITTLE PONYTAIL ZIZI SPORTS AT THE END OF THE COMIC. COUGHING WEEPING HACKING WHEEZING #the guardians dilemma #asked and answered #waterloggedsoliloquy

[lix-ables]

🥐 “i want a round 3” gf x “it’s 3 am, let me sleep you demon” bf!minho scenario bcs i found it fr suits minho, so credits to @/krpthemexhelpp on pinterest, and don't come after me

🥐 masterlist | do not repost or translate | words : 576. ©︎ lix-ables – MINORS DNI –

🥐 a thought similar i was having this morning as well, and it needed to be written ‹3

“babe,” minho mumbles in his sleep, his fingers wrapping around your wrist when he feels your palm reaching under the sheets to stroke his dick. “but i want a round 3,” you breathe into his ear, your chin now resting on his shoulder blade.

your leg comes to tangle with his own, as you shift closer to him, with your chest now against his back, and your hand makes its way to his chest, caressing him. “it’s 3 am, let me sleep, you demon,” he sighs, a groan escaping his lips when your hand travels back down just below his v-line, teasing him.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you smirk, your fingers reaching lower and lower every time you hear his breath hitch until he turns around to face you, his fingers now cupping your face – his thumb is resting on your bottom lip, caressing it once, before wrapping them slowly around your neck, pulling you closer in the process, while your fingers finally settle down on his tip, your thumb teasing it by leaving slow, delicate motions to it. “you’re talking back hmm?” he smiles, letting his fingers get tighter around your throat, getting a whine out of you, only to loosen his grip just to slip his index and middle fingers past your lips.

“mhmm,” you hum in response to his question, a smirk so visible on his face that you wanted to kiss those lips. “and why are you talking back?” minho raises a brow at you, curious to know your reply with your mouth currently stuffed with his fingers, so he removes them for a split second, for you to answer.

“just ‘cause,” you shrug at him, and he pulls you closer, so his dick was touching your thigh now, and you whimper at the feeling, your fingers eager to go back to finish your task.

“where do you want my dick now, doll?” he whispers, his fingers reaching to caress your hair, tugging at the end strands while doing so before continuing, “the first time tonight it was in that pretty, tight hole, and the second time was hitting the back of your throat,” he hums, watching you squirm next to him with his hooded eyes. he was sleepy, sure, but now he was pretty certain that he was as awake as his cock was.

“maybe back in your cunt, or how about let me slide it between those tits of yours,” he continues, his hands moving to cup your tits, pinching your nipple between his fingers when he says that. “words or i’m going back to sleep,” he reminds you when he hears a mumble leave your lips. “anywhere,” a hand moves to close the distance between you and him, when minho lets you close your thighs around his wrist, as he finds your clit to rub it. “anywhere?”

you nod, breathing heavily and panting, ready to hold onto his wrist when he moves faster against your clit, when you feel him slip a finger into you, and you’re ready to push him away. “maybe what you need, is to be coming for an hour. you can handle that right?” minho licks his lips, his free hand traveling to your lower back, holding you against his body, motioning for you to lift your leg up to rest it on his own, for better and easy access. “why stop at round 3 when we can have so many more, hm?”

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[crowdsourced-webcomic-reviews]

The Guardians Dilemma: A Prisoner's Answer?

The guardian's dilemma's atmosphere range from claustrophobic, to cozy, homely, unsettling, upsetting, and cathartic. The story shows us, Irizi a child from a alien planet called Cleo whom crashes on earth where they meet a very much more transparently evil United states.

To that end, the US empire has aquired the services of Almathea, another alien hailing from the planet Haddal, offering his services in perhaps having a chance of brokering peace between the various empires and factions the US empire may face in the stars should they decide to extend their influence across the stars. (also should i add that he is the handsomeest man ive ever laid my eyes on)

Each chapter of the guardians is a slice of each character getting to know each other and establishing their dynamic Iziri is trapped in this facility, they're stuck underground in a place without windows, no sunlight, open air, skies, in a claustrophobic environment, in a clean tidy set of boxes, not unlike a coffin Hailing from a ship under the helm of a warmonger zizi has experienced a lot of trauma, and a lot of abuse. Something that the comic is very open about potraying trauma.

While almathea is under the thumb of an empire willing to go to war and expand, a parody of the United States, maybe one that's very open about it's intentions for space domination.

This story is very personal to me, the reality is that I guess I can feel my life running in a similar way to the premise, maybe the idea of being cooped up inside with no hope of reaching outside my insular bubble strikes a chord with me.

The name of the story is something I also really like, it's like an inversion of the prisoner's dilemma, something that's also called into attention in the comic.

The character could each betray something in their lives, Iziri could give valuable information to the US Empire whom is listening with a keen ear thus endangering the well being of their planet and cause war between these factions, or Almathea could leave Iziri to rot in their cell, or perhaps perish deep underground in some unknown facility.

Zizi is caught in a horrific situation, and also didn't escape unscathed from their UFO and their life circumstances.

This aspect of the story is something I also appreciate is how iziri's self harm scars aren't hidden away. The guardians dilemma actively shows you the effects of abuse and asks you to acknowledge them. And in turn perhaps you do come to an understanding, and from that maybe compassion.

And maybe the key lies in finding compassion for one another, when everything is at odds against you and your friends.

Cecil's art is really well made, the atmosphere of the guardian's dilemma is often dark, almost suffocating? characters are sometimes drawn against completely dark backdrops, like they're being swallowed.

Other times, it's cozy, soft, and reflective, iridescent maybe, shining even brighter with hope (against the circumstances), open and vunerable with alot to say.

It takes your hand firmly but gently through the ethical dilemma and delivers a very emotional conclusion I absolutely recommend checking out for yourself.

If it doesn't strike your fancy tons of other comics are available on Cecil's Kofi!!

You can find it here, along with his other works! https://ko-fi.com/s/14b64726a4 

#submission #review #comic cw: self harm #thank you for submitting !!

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Follows from @angst-after-dark's piece here

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There's a little coffeeshop down the road from the soup kitchen, and Jameson makes his way there, clutching a handful of dollars that Taron's friend had slipped him when he told her to fuck off and stop trying to make conversation. Then he'd apologized for telling her to fuck off. Then she'd given him the money.

He curls up on a couch in the corner. It's a million years old and sagging in the middle, but soft, and he can sit here sipping coffee until they ask him to leave. Dark clouds gather overhead, promising rain. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, as low as Robert's voice rumbling when he ordered Jameson out of the cage.

He misses Nanda's deeper growl, the purr always at the edge of every order given. Men always talk to him like that, low and deep. There are so many flavors of deep voices, so many different tastes on his tongue.

The thunder comes again, louder this time.

"Oh, Elsie'll be scared as shit," He mutters. Taron's goat - or, well, Zizi's really - didn't like loud deep noises like that. She'll be hiding in the barn behind haybales or something. Taron'll have to hunt around for her.

Well. Not his problem anymore. He'd seen the look on Taron's face after he hurt him, heard the get out of here that the man never said.

Jameson looks down, taking another sip. The coffee is good but it just makes the way his chest twists in hurt and... and guilt, cut a little deeper. He had known sooner or later that Taron would get sick of him. It was just a matter of time..

But he still feels like shit about it.

The little bell over the door rings as people come inside, probably just wanting out of the rain that had started to fall, droplets tap-tap-tapping. Jameson closes his eyes, fighting the saltwater heat stinging there. He doesn't cry anymore. Robert took every year he had left. He won't cry again.

He was stupid to think his broken brain was worth fighting for. His broken body, scarred and in pain all the time. The legs that some days don't work, and he has to pretend he doesn't want to do chores so he doesn't have to admit that he does want to help, but his knees won't straighten out without agony, his legs won't hold his weight. He was stupid to think some guy would want to deal with his nightmares and how sometimes he tastes the voices of people who have died, how nightmares wake him up screaming.

With all his scars and his fucked up bald patches, he isn't even pretty enough to earn it by opening his legs. Nobody wants a scarred slut.

Especially not one who pulls a knife when you're just trying to help him, the fucking moron.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stupid-

He jams the palm of his hand against his eyelids, fighting the way his throat closes up, how badly he wants to cry. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

The couch dips as someone sits down next to him, and he turns to snarl fuck off, can't you see I'm a fucking danger to you only to have the words die in his throat, the taste of them turn to nothing on his tongue.

Zizi, head tipped to one side, waggles her fingers in a wave. "Hello."

Jameson blinks.

Then he looks away, and-

Taron, lurking with hands in his pockets. Long sleeves cover the bandage Jameson knows is there on his arm. He looks as bad as Jameson probably does, the exhaustion written in his face and frame.

"What-..." He has to clear his throat, rubbing aggressively at tear tracks to pretend they never existed. He looks from one of them to the other. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Zizi is the one who answers. Her voice pops on his tongue, like always. If she ever kissed him he might melt into the floor. "We came here for you, Jameson."

"... Why?" His eyes go to Taron. The cold anger of this morning isn't there, not even when Jameson searches for it, for even a hint. He just looks tired, and... relieved. "I fucking cut your arm. You could have bled-"

"Gave myself stitches." Taron shrugs, as if discussing taking a short walk on a sunny day. "Done it before. Not such a deep cut."

"I'm..." He didn't know what to say. He had been thinking about leaving an apology note at the restaurant, taping it to the door and then disappearing again. Easier for them. Easier to understand that he knows he isn't wanted anymore.

Except-

They're both here.

"I'm not safe," He finally says, rasping, just above a whisper. "I have nightmares-... all the time."

Zizi puts a hand on Jameson's shoulder, thumb rubbing a little there, soothing. How she does this - touches without intent or coercion, only affection - is a revelation for Jameson. He can't remember anyone before the two of them who could touch him without demanding something in return.

Taron, where he stands, only nods.

"I wake up and I-I don't know where I am. I could... do anything. Hurt anybody. I hurt you. I don't want to-... But I don't know. I only see..." He trails off. "I only see Robert. Or Brute."

The two of them share a look, but Jameson doesn't see it. He's staring down at his coffee again. Outside, thunder cracks and the lights in the coffeeshop flicker. Someone laughs nervously across the room, acidic like orange juice.

"People who hurt you," Zizi says, voice low and soft. She moves close to him and something in Jameson's iron isolation cracks. He leans against her, lets his head rest on her shoulder.

"People who fucked me up," He agrees, eyes closed. "Better I stay off by myself, anyway. It could happen again. I could hurt someone again-... I don't-... I don't want to hurt someone again... But I wake up and I see him, and I know if I don't fight this time... it doesn't fucking matter. I hurt you, and you, you did the right fucking thing, telling me to go. I won't bug you anymore. I'll fuck off, and you don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Oh, honey," Zizi murmurs. Her arms go around him.

There's a silence.

Then, Taron says in his own soft, deep voice, "I didn't tell you to go, kid."

"... What?"

"Didn't... Didn't want you to go."

#taron and jameson au #i love taron #and zizi! #whump #bbu #box boy universe #traumatized whumpee #caretaker and whumpee #angry whumpee #self loathing

[whumpsday]

🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist 2: The Other Stuff 🩸

Main story chronological masterlist / Main story writing order masterlist

🌌 AU Series:

🍷 The Whumpers’ Soirée (on hold) - Part 1 - Kane and Jim find themselves as co-whumpees under a new whumper.

⚖️ Choice of the Hunter (on hold) - An interactive series where you, a hunter, decide how to treat captive Kane.

🪽 Angels & Demons (on hold) - Part 1 - The guys get wings.

📦 BBU AU (complete) - Part 1 / Part 2 / Drabble / Part 3 - BBU.

🪐 Standalone AUs (full-length):

Purring AU - AU where Kane can purr. :3

Sunrise Reprise - Kane gets stuck outside at sunrise.

Bellamy Saves Kane - What it says on the tin.

Early Pickup - Jim saves Kane when he still has some fire.

Second Chance - Kane wakes up a decade in the past.

Dark!Jim AU - Jim as a whumper. + Bonus

Bad End - Jim fails his final escape attempt.

Brink of Death - Jim fails his final escape attempt. Again.

Bellamy Saves Kane 2 - BSK again but different this time.

Human Bellamy - Kane reunites with an alternative victim.

Tiny Kane - What if Kane was 5 inches tall?

Human Kane - Kane turns human, faces the sun.

Time Travel - Both boys inexplicably wake up in the past.

💫 AU Drabbles:

Liz punches Kane

Table

Carewhumper Kane

Kane forgets Jim’s name

Alternate ending to #27: Rebellion

No Escape

AU tag - also includes ones that are just concepts

🚀 Crossovers and Collabs: (some contain varying degrees of 18+ content, check within for specific warnings)

🤝 Celeste & Kane with wolfeyedwitch’s The Heart and the Hunger - Kane gets a new friend in captivity when Celeste’s owner sends his pet vampire for training. (on hold)

🎃 SPK with whumpshaped’s Killing, Stalking, Whumping - Kane joins Pumpkin in Seth’s basement, with the two later being saved by Bellamy and getting their happily-ever-afters. (complete)

🌗 K&J x MMSS with not-a-space-alien’s Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset - Varied crossovers including Lex & Ari rescuing Kane, Liz rescuing Valen, and Kane joining Valen in Nick’s lab. (ongoing)

⚡️ Kane & Raiza with whump-queen’s Raiza - Kane was picked up from the hunters by a brand-new whumper instead of a caretaker, to face a whole new flavor of whump than the cold torture he’s used to: intimate pet whump. (on hold)

🎁 Livestock with dragonfireridge - A short story where Bellamy takes in an injured human. (complete)

7️⃣ Kane & Seven with whump-queen’s Seven Series - A BBU crossover where Kane is bought from the hunters by a sadist and befriends her boxie. (on hold)

💌 Fanfiction:

Bleed by whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

Bite by whumpwillow

New Friends, Old Dilemmas by lethologick

Letter by whumpwillow

Soup by whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

Torture By Silver by lost-in-labradorite-halls

View by whumpwillow

Popsicles by lost-in-labradorite-halls

Celebration by lost-in-labradorite-halls (HEAVY GORE CW)

First one by not-a-space-alien

Second one by not-a-space-alien

Lynx + Trans Kane AU by whumpshaped

Home Sweet Home? by whumpwritings

The Final Apology by clickerflight

Fan Mail by writereleaserepeat

the 10/10 amazing zizi fanfic by whumpshaped

Falsely Persuaded by oliversrarebooks

💐 Related series:

Cat and Mouse by t0rture-me

Shattered by oddsconvert

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by not-a-space-alien

🎨 Visual:

Fanart

Picrews

🎵 Playlists:

Kane de Sang

Jim Lieberman

Liz Lieberman

Bellamy Verta

Masterpost

🔗 Misc:

Answered asks with additional content

Other posts with additional content

#masterlist

[zephartchives]

I really really like your characters!! Can you share some lore on them??

Omg, I'm so flattered- Thank you, Anon for this opportunity-;; I have a lot of lore on every single one of my little guys so I'll give you lore on the ones I'm currently focusing on (along with silly doodles) :3 This might be long so happy reading!

Lukas Reed: A morally unaligned criminal merchant and a scammer (And is a thief). His entire thing is to sell good and bad wares for entirely randomized prices but always makes sure he gets the better end of the deals. He's smug and cocky, and it, unfortunately, pairs well with his cunningness. His silver tongue and wits often make him an annoying foe to unaware enemies. He has a very hot and bothering side job of… being a cult leader and just drains the members' wallets for his false promises. He's not a criminal for selfish deeds (He is, just 60% of the reasons are not selfish) but he does it to protect his people and prevent tragedies that happened some years ago. Often he would prioritize other people he actually likes over himself.

Eanthal Fynn and Leaverette Nauna (Or just Ive): 2 close friends and colleagues of the past, Their bond was quickly snapped in half because of undisclosed jealousy and ignorance that lead to a huge accident that caused Ive's death in Ean's hands. Before Ive's death, he has a 'shadow' living in him that further amplified his negative thoughts and emotions that made him irrational in some cases. The shadow' living inside him soon possessed his body and brought him back to life as an entirely different entity and now roams around their nation for his and the 'shadow's personal deeds.

Now stricken with guilt and punished for the crimes he committed, Eanthal spent a few years behind bars and his entire life basically getting taken away from him. All he has left is himself and a single goal of going back in time to reverse back his mistakes and making sure at all costs his friend doesn't die ever. But there's one thing he's unaware he still has and will never leave him be. That is his chaos energy curse and it serves to ultimately kill him in the future if he continues his work.

Well, that's about it for now. Thank you!

#zizi asks #zizi answer #oc lore #original character #oc #doodles #my artwok

[whump-queen]

WE'RE FRIENDS ok fine u can poke me back. tho i only have two eyes to hurt. i can sacrifice one for the friendship

yeah the only poke you’re gonna get is me booping your lil nosey

now el on the other hand… that’s a different story ;)

#el is gonna get slammed into a wall #zizi my beloved #I squimch your cheemks #answered asks #akias asks #eye whump

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

since you answered about gender, what are amaltheas and zizi's sexualities?

Well, my answer last time around was actually a bit reductive for the sake of clarity, but the answer of Sexuality is made difficult bc both chilialycans and haddallans have genders completely different than humans, so sexuality labels are even more difficult to apply.

Chilialycan assigned sexes are based entirely on the caste they're hatched into-- your gender is drone, nurse, worker, soldier, etc. like a eusocial insect. Given that the First Brood is a particularly class-stratified society, there are probably certain expectations about what caste you marry into.  Zizi is also like 14, so they've got time to figure things out. Don't rush them.

Haddallans are anthropomorphic cnidarians (jellies) so they're all hermaphrodites anyways. Inversely to Chilialycans, Haddallan gender is probably almost entirely aesthetic, and they probably have a bajillion different genders and just as many sexualities. Amalthea considers himself a trans man in the context of both Haddallan and Mankind's concepts of "trans" and "man". So for sexuality, if you asked him he'd probably identify as bi-- attracted to the same gender and people of other genders.

#the guardian's dilemma #laika irizizi #neveth amalthea musleath

[lix-ables]

❤️‍🩹🩹。い WATCH ME — B. CHAN VERSION.

🌒 [minors dni, smut includes teasing, camboy!chan omg where did he come from??, exhibitionism, use/mentions of handcuffs + collar and deep throating, blowjobs, gn!reader, reader gets called pup/puppy, sweetheart, etc]

❤️‍🩹🩹 chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

“oh poor puppy, you wanted this didn’t you?” chan coos at you, and of course, your state.

with your hands behind your back, and in red handcuffs that he recently bought, claiming you’d look ‘pretty’ for him. and you did - with a matching red collar sitting snug around your neck, with a heart shaped tag hanging at the bottom, and your nails digging into the palm of your hands, you were sitting by his feet, your chin close to his knee, and you struggled to look up at him.

“‘puppy looks cute in red,’” chan reads from the screen he set up in front of him, chuckling to himself, a small glance at you. “yes, puppy looks rather precious on their knees too, don’t you think?”

the chatbox filled with agreeing comments, chan sits up, satisfied with the answers he’s receiving as he continues to tug on your collar, bringing you closer, while his free hand moved to remove his zipper, letting his dick out, before stroking it a couple of times. “move forward, sweetheart. you don’t expect to have my cock in your mouth from sitting that far away, do you?” chan hums, a grunt leaving his lips right after as you watch him tease the tip with his thumb, until you notice him watching you, a whimper leaving your throat and a smile resting on his mouth. “don’t think i can’t see those greedy eyes. c’mere pup, i think your mouth needs something in it.”

eager, you move forward, almost crawling to him - still struggling with your movements as your hands were behind your back, before settling down so close to him that you knew your face would soon be inches away from his cock. “so greedy, and for what?” chan whispers, his fingers continuing to stroke his length, as he leans forward a little, just enough for you to reach for the tip. “slow, now pup. don’t want you gaggin’ on my dick, hm?”

with the chatbox forgotten, and his dick way past your lips, chan groans, his hand tangled in your hair, before pushing it away from your face, a curse ready to roll out his tongue. “fuck, you look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart.”

a single thrust from him, his hips bucking into your face, he pulls out, resting his thumb under your chin. “no, not yet. i’m not ready to ruin my pup just yet. you’re too precious for that hm?” you whine at his words, making him coo at your protest.

“later, hmm? but now you’re going to watch me tease myself okay? and not a single sound from you.”

note. oh lords that photos he posted???? the end of me, fr. sir please, i beg of you to stop wrecking me like this it's not healthy. but sigh, guess i have inspiration and motivation to write hm? do leave a feedback, and let me know how you liked this, it would be appreciated ‹3

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#— delulu moments ❁ ˎˊ˗ #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #chan smut #chan imagines

[thegingerwrites]

Since it’s probably not going up today, here’s a piece of a sequel to Stargazing I’ve been working on. It features obikin sitting down for an interview with acclaimed holonet gossips Zizi Lash and Derek Sleazebaggano, enjoy!

Anakin is so close to catching him. He can feel it in the Force, the barest hint of premonition.

In moments, the chase will be over. He can almost feel the back of Moralo Eval’s poncho gripped in his fist.

Obi-Wan is supposed to route them, take a shortcut and trap him. But Anakin isn’t going to need him. His feet pound away against the duracrete of Coruscant’s lower levels. He feels strong, powerful, running at full speed with his quarry nearly in his grasp. There’s a strong sense of satisfaction in knowing that the bounty hunter is as good as caught already, he just doesn’t know it yet.

He corners hard around a building and leaps over a stack of packing crates. Eval looks like he’s eyeing the speeders overhead. He knows he’s outrun and looking upward for escape. Let him try.

The chase takes them to the street’s edge, where the buildings part from one another in a vertical gap for speeders. It’s now or never. Eval is looking for a place to jump.

He’s only a few yards away now. Anakin has him exactly where he wants him.

And then a flashbulb goes off and steals his vision for a moment.

But that’s okay, Anakin is one with the Force. He is focused. He has a job to do. Eval is only a few feet away now.

Another goes off to his right. Then another in quick succession. And then Anakin trips over something pink and furry beneath his feet.

Anakin somersaults landing on all fours.

But that’s okay. He’ll get up, keep running—

Except Anakin is surrounded now. He stands up and finds himself in a sea of holorecorders, all held at varying heights by reporters of various species.

The residual bursts of light from their cameras make it hard to see. As his eyes adjust, Anakin can just make out Eval, barely out of reach but climbing into a speeder and flying away.

Damn it.

It’s then that the words of some of the reporters begin to make sense to him.

“General Skywalker, what are you doing on the lower levels?”

“Do you go to Starkie’s a lot?”

“Are you on a mission?”

“Is that what you wear on a night out?”

“Are you on a date?”

“Where’s General Kenobi?

There’s really only one question of the lot that means anything to him. Where is Obi-Wan?

And then a piece of their interview:

“But there’s more to your relationship than that. Out on the holonet, you’re known as ‘The Team.’ Tell me how that got started.”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Obi-Wan chuckles, shaking his head.

“Hang on, seriously? You have no idea why they call us that?” Anakin turns to ask him.

“I haven’t given it much thought. I assumed it was because we work together so often.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of other Jedi masters who work together in the field. They don’t get a special nickname.”

“Well, I believe the question was posed to both of us. You are allowed to answer.”

Anakin sighs and looks to the camera. “It’s true, Masters work together all the time out in the field. We have to, against the Separatists, but Obi-Wan and I get paired up more than most.” He looks back at Obi-Wan. “Maybe it’s because we were Master and padawan until recently. Maybe it's because we know each other better than anyone. But when I’m on the ground or in the skies, there is no one else I would rather have by my side. We just fit.”

Obi-Wan has nothing to say to that. Of course Anakin would bury perhaps the most sincere compliment he’s ever heard from him in an interview question. 

“That. Is. So. Sweet.” Zizi punctuates each word for emphasis.

#obikin #obikin fic #anakin/obi wan #obi wan/anakin #anakin x obi wan #don’t mind me trying to get the formatting a this right 8 times in a row

[bitterfates]

FFXIV WRITE 2023; PROMPT 30: AMITY

It was turning out to be another pleasant afternoon in Gridania; the morning showers had yielded to sunny skies, with a mild temperature perfect for the stroll Zizi had convinced her companion to take with her. He had surprised her with how easily he’d acquiesced to her wish, as he preferred to keep to himself usually, but she didn’t hesitate to take advantage of his sudden amicability.    

She had told him to meet her on the walkway leading to her apartment building, but he had gone one step further and met her at the entryway. Taking a cursory glance around, she noticed the area was blessedly free of people; the empty area would allow them to enjoy each other’s company stress-free, as she remembered how much the dark-haired Miqo’te disliked crowds.

It took only a moment for Zizi to nestle into his side and grab ahold of his arm, to which he shrugged and let out a deep sigh as if she were browbeating him into accepting her close proximity — but she saw through his token resistance for the bluster it was, as he had not made any attempt to disengage from her grip. (In fact, if she wasn’t mistaken, she could have sworn he had also leaned in closer to her.)

“Thank you for this indulgence, Senah,” Zizi acknowledged while tugging him forward, starting their walk at a slow pace. “I know how busy you must be these days. You are a hard man to track down. It was pure luck that I came across you in the marketplace today.”

“Not busy, actually enjoying finally having free time,” came the man’s dry answer. Senah followed in Zizi’s small strides for a few beats before easing them both into a slightly faster, even speed; much more comfortable for his legs. “You know I have a private linkpearl you could call if you just wanted to talk. It’s on all day.”

“Yes, but I can’t see you through it,” Zizi pouted, stretching out her words with a whine. The blonde squeezed Senah’s arm in a tight hug, and then tilted her head back to warmly smile up at him. “Nothing can replace being able to spend real time with a friend. I missed you dearly.”

Unexpectedly, Senah scoffed at the sincerity shown to him, gaze shifting to look only straight ahead. “You mean you missed having one of the Warriors of Light with you. I know what people want from me and Hara, which is why I haven’t been around here.”

“...No, I meant precisely what I said. I missed you, and not what you can provide for me.” Zizi was plainly taken aback by his mood change, her head canting to the side and tail flitting in confusion. She could hear the bitterness in his voice, but she was unsure of what she had done to make him think she didn’t care about him personally. “I have never once considered your title more important than who you are as a person. You are my friend, not just another battle companion. Have I ever treated you otherwise?”

Senah, embarrassed by the way Zizi had managed to soothe his worry so simply, began walking a little faster, sheepishly turning his head away to hide the redness he knew must be on his face. “...Thanks, Zizi. You’re…a good friend, too. Life wouldn’t be the same without you in it.”

The younger Miqo’te’s whole self seemed to radiate delight from the compliment, and she couldn’t help but snuggle into Senah’s side, loudly purring. It was even more embarrassing to have her hanging off of him like this, but again, no complaints were voiced and he did nothing to separate them.

“So…did you wanna hear about where I’ve traveled lately?” Senah segued clumsily, trying to ignore the glowing warmth in his chest spurred on by Zizi’s affections. Said woman did not answer him verbally, but he felt her head nod against his side.

He launched into a grand (and exaggerated) retelling of his trip around the Ilsabard and Eorzean continents, Zizi clinging to him but continuing to match his every step, enthusiastically asking for more details as questions popped into her mind. Senah entertained them both well into the early evening, and for once he was able to ignore everything outside of his time with a beloved friend, enjoying himself to the fullest.

#ffxiv #ff14 #zizi wiloh #senah'to bajhiri #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #sexykunai