#These are more credible towards having meaning anyways

[marblyso]

every fucking time I look through the documented files there's new surprises

You can understand why they removed this.

Shepherd and Collin obviously don't have this anomaly in the files, because they aren't replicable in the character creator, but strangely Bernard doesn't have them either. He was clearly made much later in development, as in text files, he breaks the internal naming scheme of the Rescue Corps - "Pilot" instead of "Normal#", which explains this.

#This post was originally going to be about the seemingly intentional distorted Charlie voices in the files #but I know how much Tumblr folk care about their Yonny. #These are more credible towards having meaning anyways #For all I know the Charlie lines could have been an audio test?? Idfk #I'll share it if you want them #pikmin 4 #pikmin #unused content #unused files #pikmin yonny #pikmin dingo #pikmin russ

[txttletale]

Hey this is only tangential to the AI art thing, but I'm curious how you feel about the distinction between plagiarism and information property infringement?

I take issue with plagiarism (which isn't what AI art is doing anyway) but I don't think copyright law is the place to solve it. IP as a concept and copyright as a practice I feel only have meaning within the bounds of capitalism and are mostly vehicles for capitalists to extract more value from creative labor, but I still think plagiarism would be wrong even if there was no publication-as-means-to-survival element.

Like, passing off someone else's work as your own at the very least feels different from owning the right to profit from that work. But simultaneously it does seem like even that is veering toward an 'economics of clout' if that makes any sense. Like, I would still be upset (albeit, much less so than if I relied on that work to eat) if I made something cool and someone else got the credit, but I think I lack the vocab to articulate why or whether a meaningful difference actually exists.

For clarity, my background is in research rather than art so maybe that affects my thinking?

If you don't feel like writing a full response, name-dropping a book or an article for me to get started would be greatly appreciated too.

yeah i mean i think the thing about plagiarism that differentiates it from copyright infringement is that imo the crucial part of plagiarism is taking the name off the thing. like, plagiarism fundamentally is not a crime of taking or distributing something, it's about refusing to name the author, about purposefully lying about the origins of a piece. & i think it is bad while copyright infringement is not because it inherently muddies the water of truth -- like, to take the recent high-profile somerton case, i think one of the really bad things about his plagiarism was that he was mixing plagiarised research and journalism with ad-libbed nonsense like "the SS was teeming with homosexuals", and without attribution people were led to assume that the well-researched accounts of queer history were from the same source as the insane claims, which lent somerton's editorializing totally uneared credibility.

but yknow i think that in many cases copyright law legalizes plagiarism. like the only difference between ghostwriting and plagiarism is that one is legal -- i often think about how atari didn't credit game developers on their early games, or how game studios still find bullshit reasons to not credit workers now. hell, i screenshot someone in the notes of an AI art discourse post sayting shrek was "the hard work of Dreamworks Studios", which to me is just as much of a misattribution of credit as saying james somerton wrote his videos.

#ask

[stewieonthewall]

Unpopular opinion (maybe?): but I don’t think the people that are creating these false narratives about Paige actually dislike her, I think it’s Azzi they dislike and the idea of Paige disliking her or being mean to her helps fuel their obsession with having Paige to themselves. Ik it sounds crazy but you’d be surprised how insane people can get on the internet. The whole comparing who P is closer to, making up lies about how she treats A, etc, is just a way to discredit their relationship (platonic or not). Plus A is the only person who P has credible non-platonic moments with, so any of these new Paige obsessed fans may not like her.

Sorry for the rant and idk if it makes sense. 😵‍💫

yk what that’s not crazy to say actually

i will say why not just villanize azzi then? like her and p are documented as being annoying asl towards each other ykwim? like the interview where they’re like “reporting live w peanut butter and jelly” was largely azzi being mean and p just going with it like i’m saying examples like that do exist

ig i did have someone tell me that they felt bad for p on the live where azzi was tryna finish her hw 😭 but making p the bad guy is such a longer and more confusing route to take

to be clear anon i’m not saying you’re wrong like i do think there’s some truth to that but it’s just very odd

i also wonder if it’s the same reason ppl are still fighting tooth and nail for p to be straight w a bf

like ig it’s asier to cope w a nonexistent partner than azzi, a very real person?

anyway i think the root of the problem is the fact that both of them have stopped being seen as human beings and idk how exactly that can be fixed

#pazzi #poor girls fr

[silver-wield]

Stygian pisses me off. Along people like her who say wishy washy stuff like "at most he probably thought she attractive he not blind, probably has fleeting feelings but those are bland compared to his feelings for tifa" where? Where are those?! Some talk about bro code but even before the whole Zack thing, he's already so mean in costa del sol. He's already Disgusted at the idea of a "couple gondola event". He's already mean in Remake even after that Cursed resolution. In fact it was after the whole Zack bit that he started trying to be kinder and more tolerating. It's No bro code, that concept was Never a thing he thought of. Do you know what he thought of? He DIDN'T think "oh zack gf, i should back away" , rather it was "oh zack gf, I should be more kinder because everything Zack cares about I care about as well". I bet he was super guilty and saddened about not remembering Zack and not telling his parents what's up. He Loves Zack third to Tifa and Claudia. aerith isn't even close enough to the list, heck he was more cool with barret and yuffie. He hit it off with yuffie so easily and they just met!, she can even understand his perverted tendencies about Tifa. Something not all of them see. Actually it might just be her who knows lol.

Anyway, these Statements Don't hold up and will contradict because it's Not canon. I just don't understand how they see these things that Never existed? Did they play the game? Did we play the same game? I don't understand why even entertain this? Do they Not understand the material given to them? Why are they even here? There is so much about FF7, and "ltd" Doesn't even exist. It's all in their head that Only loves to argue but stray away from canon and factual evidences.

Every time i hear them talk about him and his pov about aerith, it just makes me get turned off of him and want to Never support ct. Heck, I'd be the #1 to fight against it. I'm starting to wonder if they even like tifa, cloud or even this IP. Nojima didn't write him this way for them to downgrade and water down his character and his story and feelings about tifa.

This guy NEVER wavered. And while I think aerith was only saying what she said in her resolution as a sign she Never understood him at all (creepy date was Very Clear he Doesn't see Nor will ever see her that way, yet she missed this lol) and was indeed only talking to herself. All these so called "attraction/ fleeting feelings" some think AREN'T REAL, IT'S NEVER THERE. It's all in your imagination and you have to ask if they even enjoy FF7, tifa, cloud and ct to begin with. Or do they wanna hop onto c /a's train that if zack and tifa didn't exist this that wtvr despite Nojima writing about how these characters are Totally Incompatible in ALL levels.

Srry for the rant. I'm just so Sick of this wishy washy attitude. I think FF7 fans are so lucky to have so much material to fight against these but some ignore them. If this was a real debate, they've lost immediately. You deal with evidence and canon as support. Not use essays, what ifs , and half assed assertions such as those. It just sounds like they're afraid of being wrong. But foolishly they already are. Credibility goes down Immediately.

I understand that frustration when clotis make Aerith apologist comments that encourage dumbasses because they'll use it as a talking point to say "even clotis think Cloud was attracted to her!!!!" which is why I take myself away from those kinds of discussions because it's bullshit and I don't wanna argue with moots.

Before we had the material ulti plus scene showing that Cloud literally didn't recognise Aerith in her red dress a lot of us went "well he's male and she's dressed up 🤷" but then we got the scenario and the script that showed he literally didn't know it was even her and he was just surprised some random woman is walking towards him with a red carpet being rolled out and shit.

And then with the swimsuits, he isn't even looking at Aerith. He glances at her face then immediately checks out Tifa and we get that in the first person pov, so we see exactly where he's looking. Then he gets all shy and stammers, and they flirt. But, even when Aerith also matches he doesn't reply to her saying she needs help with the sunscreen, so he avoids her flirtation. He also constantly shows and tells her that he isn't happy with her yanking him around and calling everything a date.

So, given the literal evidence, no cloti should still be going around saying he finds her attractive. He clearly doesn't.

And idky we must have Cloud seeing her as attractive or being attracted just because she's a woman. She ain't pretty. That's not just me saying it. That's literally what we've been told throughout the games. She was called homely in wall market, Zack said she's only pretty from certain angles, nobody compliments her looks or style, and yet we're supposed to believe that the man who is panting after Tifa Lockhart, who is literally described as a bombshell, would also find someone subpar attractive and be interested in that because he's a man.

That's a pretty shitty way to view Cloud.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir #cloud strife

[lovedbythelaw]

Ok I’m just gonna say it. My feelings about Kougami up to this point:

(Disclaimer: I have not seen PPP yet so my impressions are based on the spoilers and discussions that all the watchers have had, -and they are subject to change) - also trying to separate my shipper feelings from this but beware of my inherent bias anyway.

Season 1: Kougami is generally very warm and protective towards Akane. He doesn’t see her as a woman yet but they both validate each other to an unimaginable degree. I mean, she risked her life and psycho pass to help him track down Makishima who ppl believed was a ghost. She restored the credibility of his investigative abilities and made him actually think that there might be a better world without the structural divisions that they have. That didn’t stop him from breaking the law but it’s obvious that he especially thought very highly of her even after leaving the country.

Psycho Pass: The Movie: honestly, the movie is so enjoyable with regards to Kougami’s character development. He smiles at Akane so much in this movie, tries to get validation from her and again is really protective of her. They definitely pose Akane as more womanly and more as a equal with him - both in physical and mental abilities. She also impresses him several times in the film. He’s overall amused like “wow, she actually followed me all the way out here. What a woman”

SS Case 3: He sings praises of Akane ofcourse, even in the presence of an undeniable beauty like Frederica. If anything, we can contrast Frederica finding him to Akane finding him in the first movie, and his dialogue and body language alone show how he’s mildly annoyed by or at least resistant to Frederica’s presence. Most of his character arc here is in relation to Tenzing though which I suppose was supposed to teach him to be responsible for more than just himself(?), but that ends up being left open ended during his fight with Garcia (I mean he stabs the man to death before they can conclude the dialogue). Overall though, Kougami’s smiles are for Tenzing here and also when he’s saying that he’ll return to Japan.

Season 3 and First Inspector: He’s either all focused on the investigation at hand or with Akane. Everytime he smiles in this season- it’s for Akane! And not to mention, they don’t even really discuss work or philosophy in their interactions, but more about themselves and what they’ve missed from each other after being separated for years. This is what gave me hope that his emotional intelligence had improved and he would finally find some peace in Akane’s presence.

Providence: Based on what I’ve read, Kougami feels rather out-of-character in this. Like a weird blip in the timeline of his character arc. All the bonus scenes I saw anyway just made his interactions with Akane awkward. I didn’t expect it to be absolutely smooth but where’s the warmth that he initially had for this woman in S1 and the 1st movie??? What is this fuckboi behavior Kougami??? Maybe he’s able to make up for it in the 3rd act of Providence at least based on the notes I’ve read but he’s just so cold. Like he has a point to make?? I’m so confused. The tone of Providence is just cold in general and we keep seeing scenes where Ko and Akane are just on their own, never really together and communicating - the rain, the ice, the cold city drafts - just adds to it. But maybe the fact that S3 and PPFI comes after this gives us hope that he did get his act together and maybe visited her more and actually talked this out with her while she was in confinement. Maybe we’ll get some bonus scenes in a novel format.

I haven’t even seen PPP yet and I already need a season 4 to redeem Kougami’s character like what the hell. (And I’m sure the animation staff are exhausted and I don’t wanna encourage overworking them) - even if it’s like a measly 45 sec scene, I need to see the warm and caring Kougami again.

Providence looks phenomenal though - the team definitely outdid themselves - and I can’t wait to watch it.

#psycho pass #shinya kougami #akane tsunemori #kouaka #shinkane #psycho pass movie #psycho pass providence #psycho pass first inspector #psycho pass 3 #kougami shinya #tsunemori akane #my thoughts #help I need therapy #overthinking

[userhelaena]

The account posting leaks (the Nettles one specifically) seems biased towards House of the Dragon being the “everything is about Rhaenicent/poor Alicent just wants everything to be okay🥺🥺🥺” show, and it’s making me uneasy because they’re clearly ecstatic about the direction they’ve been told it’s going. The leaks themselves may or may not be true; after enduring Game of Thrones leaks for years, it’s hard to work out which are credible and which are some random fan’s shipping goggles-induced fantasy being passed off as legit - but after the terrible storyline for season 8 of Thrones turning out to be very real, I’m extremely nervous.

I should be happy about all of this. I have steadfastly shipped Rhaenicent since 2022, I have loved and defended Alicent tirelessly and enjoyed the more sympathetic portrayal, but now I’m starting to get pissed off.

“Alicent has sacrificed everything and needs to leave her kids behind” seems to be the popular Rhaenicent shipper mindset. I’m sorry, but if she needs to leave her kids behind because they’re too dedicated to the war machine and all-out destruction, then she needs to leave Rhaenyra behind as well. At the end of S1, Rhaenyra’s mindset shifted to that of a furious bereaved mother who wanted revenge. Did the writers just forget? Will Rhaenyra spend the entire season crying, bemoaning her evil husband and pretending she wasn’t imagining herself strangling Alicent and her kids with her bare hands in 1.10? Okay then.

It’s also a fact that Alicent actively contributed to the way her children turned out and I don’t appreciate the erasure of abusive parenting on her part. Otto is a terrible father who gave her the fear but that doesn’t mean the way she went about it was right. She raised her children on paranoia and instilled the us vs them mentality into them and even if she was trying to protect them, her tactics damaged them, and being physically aggressive with Aegon to get her point across seems to have been a frequent occurrence. Being forced to marry a much older man and have his children is an incredibly shitty hand to be dealt, but these kids did not ask to exist - it’s like their very birth is being held against them, not just their bad behaviour as adults. Not to mention her innocent grandchildren (born from a marriage forced on her son and daughter), one of whom is brutally murdered this season, by the way. But uwu childhood friends to enemies to lovers time?

It’s entirely possible the show can manage the nuance of this situation just fine and get it across well that Alicent’s feelings about wanting to be free of duty and retreat back to simpler times with Rhaenyra are perfectly valid without writing off Alicent’s children as cartoon villains who just keep upsetting their poor long-suffering mommy, but honestly? I don’t think the writers can do it.

And why the fuck does it have to be Alicent giving everything up for Rhaenyra anyway? If Rhaenyra’s storyline going forward is how she needs the throne so bad because destiny or whatever, then that makes the pining one-sided, which I suppose sits well with a good number of Rhaenicent shippers who are basically Team Black stans under a guise. It’s like Game of Thrones again when, depending on which of the three main female characters (Daenerys, Sansa and Arya) the person stanned, every other character around them had to bend to their will in order to give them the most ass-kissing storyline imaginable. Hard pass.

There’s also the weird clashing themes going on. The show has all the subtlety of a mallet upside the head when it tells us Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne is just and right, but it’s also trying to tackle the senselessness of the war being fought for it, which just doesn’t gel with trying to argue that one monarch has more of a right to rule over another.

Get your shit together, writers.

And fandom needs to learn that not every ship has to be canon in the most obvious sense of the word. I liked Rhaenicent just fine when it was a “what could have been” type of situation - I don’t want it if it means the integrity of the rest of the story is going to be compromised.

#hotd critical #hotd spoilers #mytext #this post is mostly nonsensical ranting but i’m Annoyed

[rosewould]

industry babies ; lmh, lyb, syj

pairing; dom!reader x sub!mark lee, felix, & eric

words; 12.9k (what do I even say atp)

genre; idol!au, smut

warnings; dubcon! (eric's portion), unprotected sex, use of ma'am (eric) use of mommy (felix), lot's of handjobs, 69, dry humping, cunnilingus, piv, degradation, praise, use of baby boy, lots of saliva, this is very filthy, lemme know if I missed anything

preface; the sun's about to come up and shit. I love this dumb ass fic. Also this is so Felix focused like he's clearly the main character. Sorry about the weak Mark stuff. Let's see if I turn on this in the morning.

Mark regards the two men that stand before him confused with a serious gaze. "Do you know why we're gathered here today?"

Felix and Eric glance at each other before staring back at Mark blankly. When he doesn't throw them a bone Felix sheepishly speaks up. "Well... you told us we were gonna play siege..." Felix's eyes narrow toward the dormant Xbox under Mark's TV before focusing again on the taller man. The intrepid look on Mark's face along with his... borderline authoritative aura made Felix think they were here for something other than video games.

"Forget siege," Mark says, in disbelief Felix was even thinking about games right now, "today is the first official meeting, gentleman!" He announces triumphantly, raising his arms into the air as if he expected confetti to rain down in celebration.

"No, this isn't a meeting because there isn't a club." Eric drones before pressing his lips into a thin line. Eric watches Mark with his hands pushed inside his pockets as he sputters in disbelief. "Besides, if there were a club, you sure as hell wouldn't be the leader."

"What? I'm the oldest."

"Nobody asked." Felix hurries to restrain Mark when he raises up his fist in pursuit of Eric. 

"Whether or not you believe in the club is not important," Mark speaks after collecting himself.

"No club to believe in." Eric sighs.

"because!" Mark yells over Eric before continuing, "I have good and bad news that I know you want to hear."

"Wait, what club?" Felix ponders, eyes wandering as he picks his brain. A light pink spreads across his cheeks as he gasps. "D-do you mean the..." Felix leans in closer and whispers, "Sub club?"

"Oh come on, don't be ashamed! There's nothing to be ashamed of! It's that kind of attitude that keeps the stigma alive." Mark's pat on Felix's shoulder does little to quell his embarrassment. "We need to be loud and proud so we can recruit more idols into the club."

"Mark, you've gotta let this go man." Eric presses, shaking his head at him with a look of incredulity. 

"If you're gonna insist the club isn't a thing, spare me." Mark seems sure of himself but falters when Eric starts walking away.

"If we're not playing siege then I'm gonna go play with Sunwoo."

"Fine! Leave! We don't need you anyway. I'm sure Kai would fill your place just fine."

"No one wants to join your imaginary club, Mark!" He shouts over his shoulder as he flings the door open. In desperation to save his already scarce club from becoming even more barren, he calls out your name. Eric stops, whipping around. 

"She's a femdom." A wide smile stretches across Mark's face as both Felix and Eric's faces light up. Felix swallows hard before peering over at Eric to gauge his reaction. His shocked expression melts into a pleased one.

"You better have proof." Eric smirks.

-

"This isn't proof, this is a fuckin' fan video." Eric gestures disinterestedly at Mark's desktop. Mark snaps his head toward Eric to shoot him a sharp glare. 

"Please don't tell me you don't have actual proof." Felix shuts his eyes with a disappointed sigh.

"Just trust me, okay? You guys didn't even give it a chance!" Mark shouts frantically, anxious about how fast the two of them were losing hope.

"I'm not gonna watch a video called "___ being a top for 10 minutes" and act like it's a credible source." Eric says flatly. 

"You know what? I'm being gracious here. I didn't have to tell you guys at all. I could've just kept her to myself without even giving you guys a chance!" Mark sounds more whiny than threatening but both men still give in.

"Let's just watch, okay?" Felix elbows Eric who rolls his eyes. Mark sighs, breathing a tiny "finally" before pressing play. 

After what felt like ten minutes of an intro alone, the video finally starts showing its "evidence" that you're a top. At first, it's just the regular fan service every idol is trained to provide. Claiming you were making your members "gay panic", even though that was probably planned too. 

"This is bullshit, I think." Says Eric in faux introspection. Mark swats at him before returning his eyes to the video. Felix is confused to find that Mark mouths every word spoken. He has it memorized. He shakes his head in bewilderment before tearing his eyes away to focus back on the video. 

The next section is about your supposed "sadistic nature". Felix can feel his face pinching with doubt until the clips start to play. They started off innocently enough, you reacting to your members getting hurt with a pout and faux sympathy. Sometimes the clip would end with a tiny smile gracing your features. Felix found it hard to ignore a strange sensation stirring in his belly.

"This is just her being cute, because that's who she is. As much as we want her to make us her bitch she's just not that kind of person." Eric inhales deeply before crossing his arms. "It's a shame, she really is my type."

"She's everyone's type. Why else do you think she gets so many sandwiches at Inkigayo?" Mark stops chewing his thumbnail momentarily to speak. 

"She's so pretty." Felix comments dreamily, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you. "If she is a femdom, it'll be too good to be true." 

"You know the saying. If it feels too good to be true, that means it probably is." 

Both Felix and Mark ignore Eric, completely consumed by the video. It progressed from a tiny smile when your members got a little hurt, to causing the pain yourself. And enjoying it. The three men gulp as they watch you playfight with different people and smile when they exclaimed in pain. 

"Does that hurt? Hm?" You laugh cruelly as Heechul recoils from your flick. The other hosts and your members burst into laughter but your eyes continue to linger on the pained man. You even maneuver your head to keep track of his reaction. You straighten your uniform jacket and join in on the laughter after Heechul recovers. 

"You know, you're kind of scary." Heechul laughs nervously before pulling his desk away from you. 

"Fuck, he's right." Eric breathes. He can feel saliva gathering on his tongue as he replays each of your reactions in his mind, inhaling a shuddering breath when he imagines it's him you're reacting to.

"See? And it only gets better." Mark quirks his brows at Eric. He's absolutely right, as the next section is about brat control. The video didn't label it as such, but it's all the boys perceived. You were very famous for being the perfect mom member. You did all the things it was stereotypical for a mother to do. You were the cleanliest, the best cook, the best at comforting your members, and so on. The side to your motherly nature that no one talked about, however, was one where you scolded your members for their wrongdoings. Even the one older than you. 

It ranged from a playful nudge and asking the member to cut something out, to being stern with your members, not a hint of playfulness detected. The way you cut your eyes toward them until the behavior ceased made each boy shiver. It's like that sickly sweet exterior melted away just for a second to give the boys a peek into their wildest dreams. 

The icing on the cake is during a game with your group, you come up with a punishment for the rampant cheating present in every game. 

"What if the cheater gets spanked?" Your suggestion is met with immediate disapproval. 

"Pervert ___ strikes again." One of the members snort before they all erupt. You look around in shock, stuttering and unable to come up with a rebuttal. 

To the untrained eye, this was an absurd accusation thrown at you to make you squirm, all in the name of comedy. But with everything they've seen thus far, the three feel inclined to believe them. 

"No, but I think it's a good idea. For the fans!" Another member pipes up earning shocked laughter and gasps from the rest of the girls. One of the members end up cheating, one you get shipped with a lot as Mark explained, and you look a little too happy to deliver the punishment. Your members point out as much but you vehemently deny it. The members chant for you to scold her before you start and you oblige.

"You're the main one cheating in every game. Why don't you just follow the rules, huh?" You're either an amazing actress or very used to scolding. The girls start singing a romantic song to tease the two of you, but you're focused on fixing the older member with a disappointed glare. You lay it on thick for the cameras, but it doesn't dull any of the boys' arousal. It was about to fill them to the brim, making the temperature in the room rise. 

You don't go easy on her, even the member gasps in surprise. You gasp as well and jump backward. "I'm so sorry!" The reaction is quickly proven to be fake once you spank her again with a mischievous look on your face. The other members are falling out of their seats at this point. Eric was dangerously close to pulling his suffocating member out of his jeans. Felix wasn't fairing so well either, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to calm down his breathing. Every slap brought him closer to breaking. Mark, however, was used to the video by now. 

Once the video ends, Eric and Felix are frozen in place. Mark chuckles. "You see what I mean now?" Eric opens his mouth, silently finding the words to organize his flurried thoughts. 

"I mean, this isn't concrete enough proof to just walk up to her and ask. We'll embarrass ourselves." Eric starts, trying and failing to soothe his dry throat. "But I think there's definitely a chance, and I'm willing to take it." Laced into Eric's words was a hint of a challenge. Both boys pick up on it as they exchange looks.

"Let's be civil, now. I was generous enough to share this knowledge with you, so be generous back. If one of us makes her our dom, we're doing it the proper way. Fair and square." Mark points his finger at both of them, widening his eyes for emphasis. 

"Fine. She's mine already anyway." Eric exhales slowly as he pushes himself up from Mark's bed. 

"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you." Mark smirks up at him. Felix looks between the two wordlessly. He tried to ignore the thoughts nagging at the back of his brain. You don't stand a chance. He sighs. 

All this excitement made both the boys forget about Mark's bad news.

-

"Milk!" You peek your head out of your dressing room with a giggle before running toward Mark with an excited look on your face. His face falls into disbelief just before you wrap your arms around him. Eric snorts and Felix turns his entire body to better hide his poorly concealed laughter.  

"Did Haechan tell you to call me that?" Mark asks with a pout. You pull away with a guilty look on your face, hissing apprehensively. 

"Yeah... yes he did." You admit with a goofy smile and shrug. "What're you guys doing here?" You ask, delivering a light smack to Mark's arm. "Well, I know why you're here, Chaebin fanboy." 

Mark blushes, looking away for a second. Felix seemed to be the only one who caught your facade waver for a moment as you watched Mark. You turn to him and Eric and he visibly flinches. "It's you two I'm surprised about."

"Well we're big fans too, ma'am." Eric smirks when surprise lights up your elegant features. 

"Oh please don't call me that. You're my senior." You insist earnestly, initiating your infamous "oblivious" skinship by clasping one of Eric's hands with yours. Both boys were getting so much more attention than Felix. The jealousy that lit the fire behind his cheeks made him embarrassed, but not enough to unfurrow his eyebrows. He lowers his eyes.

"It's fine by me. There's something about you that makes me feel like the junior." Eric points out, tilting his head slightly. You raise your eyebrows before blinking at him.

"No one's ever told me that before, actually. They usually say something about feeling protective over me or something like that." You shake your head, disappointment flashing on your face. Eric chuckles at how easy it is to read you now that Mark enlightened him. As he peers over at him he thinks about how foolish it was to equip Eric with this information. If he were the first to find out about this, he'd take full advantage. Walking around with you on his arm covered in your love marks while these two idiots watched with their jaws on the floor. That didn't matter because he's got you right where he wants you.

"Really? Because I don't get that vibe at all. I just get this overwhelming feeling that you could take care of me." Eric flutters his pretty lashes, flashing a sweet smile. Your aura shifts slowly into one more rigid. Less inviting, the men noted. It disappears as fast as it appeared when you giggle at Eric. 

"You're so silly. Did you guys enjoy the concert?" There's a slight patronizing nature to your speech and behavior. Almost as if you were speaking down to them. They each feel something growing inside them.

"O-of course! You guys always do amazing. You aren't called monster rookies for nothin'!" Mark pipes up when the other two are too entranced to speak. "Please tell Chaebin I thought she did amazing."

Felix and Eric were confused about why you and Mark kept bringing up Chaebin. Mark specifically buys your photocards off Etsy. This is their first time ever hearing him bring Chaebin up. 

"Chaebin, huh?" You ask, quirking your jaw. Your usual facade was quickly crumbling and none of the three knew how to react. "Should I go get her for you?" You point your thumb behind you, moving your feet toward your dressing room door down the hallway. 

"T-that would be amazing! I'd love to talk to her as well about the concert." Mark lies, not wanting you to leave at all.

"Is that so? Wait, so why didn't you request to see Chaebin first again?" You tap your index finger against your temple, pretending to process information that was already clear to you.

"I uh... well you see... y-you're actually these two's favorite! Yeah, I was planning to talk to Chaebin after." Mark looks at Eric as if to tap him in, an invitation Eric happily accepts.

"Oh of course! You're so talented and hard-working, I just had to come and sing my praises."

Your laughter causes all three men to look at each other confusedly. You hold your stomach before you gather yourself again. "You two are too much, you know that?" You blink, amusement draining completely from your face. When they fail to respond you continue. 

"I really can't understand why so many of you think you can try and manipulate me in your favor." You shake your head, looking between Eric and Mark. Mark's eyes blow wide.

"M-manipulate?! No-"

"Very rarely do people just come and tell me what they want. Guy after guy approaches me with this "genius plan", rubbing their hands together like a fuckin' supervillain. I guess that's what I get for branding myself as a ditz, I make for an easy target." You chuckle, crossing your arms. 

"Nice try, though. This was definitely entertaining." You sneer before walking away. 

"No, wait!" Mark reaches out toward you but you continue walking. 

"Just forget it, man. This attempt was a dud. Plain and simple." Eric grabs Mark's arm before he could chase after you. "And you, you're standing at attention." Eric gestures toward Felix's lower half before walking away. Felix looks down, stomach dropping when he notices the bulge. He felt like he had been mentally absent for the last five minutes and had finally come to his senses.

-

"Meeting number two has officially initiated!" Mark announces, trying to make up for the lost confidence in volume as he raises his arms to the air. "Sit, men. We have much to discuss. We need a plan B." 

Felix stops himself from sitting on Mark's bed with an annoyed sigh. "Dude, she literally told us to stop with the schemes."

"Besides, your last plan was trash. So we make her switch in public and then she fucks us in the hallway?" Eric raises his eyebrows at Mark. Mark groans.

"Okay fine, it was dumb, but I honestly just wanted to show you guys I wasn't lying."

"So now what?" Felix mumbles, finally settling on Mark's bed.

"Man, I'm honestly stumped. She won't even talk to me anymore. I try to ask her how her day's going and she tells me to just 'tell her what I want'."

"So then why don't we just do that?" Felix asks as if it's obvious. Both Eric and Mark laugh as he looks at them in bewilderment. "What?"

"No way." Mark says simply.

"Both of you are lost causes, but I'm here to help. You better be glad I haven't gone and made her mine already. If I win, I wanna win fair and square." Eric crosses his arms over his chest with a smirk.

"When did this turn into a game?" Felix whispers.

"If there's a game, I'm sorry to report that I'm in the lead." Mark quietly reveals, eyes trailing around the room as if he didn't say anything at all.

"What?" Eric spat. "You got with her?"

Mark could reveal how you shoved him in a janitor's closet and palmed him until he begged for you to jerk him off. And when you did? God, your soft hands, the degradation, your hand around his throat. 

"Are you gonna cum on my hand? Little fucking pervert."

He had never cum so fast in his life.

But those two didn't need to know the details, he thought. "I guess you could say that."

"What?!" Felix and Eric jump up from the bed. 

"W-when?" Says a dumbfounded Felix.

"You want me to be honest? It was before our first official meeting." Finally, Mark reveals his bad news from that day. Both men groan, having to reevaluate the whole situation. Mark knows he probably should have revealed this in the name of fairness, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It would just rip the hope right out of their chests. That, and Mark hasn't been able to get you to do it again. Maybe he was a little embarrassed, the leader of the Sub Club™ couldn't nail down the dom whose fist he fucked? The dynamic would instantly shift and he'd lose any merit. That, and they'd probably be less willing to share their attempts with him and he clearly needed the assistance.

"Are you fucking serious?! That's important information, Milk!" Eric shouted exasperatedly.

"I didn't want to crush your dreams. And stop calling me that!"

"Whatever." Eric scoffs, readjusting his jacket before exiting the room.

"Wait where are you going?"

"Levelling the playing field, pretty boys." He flickers his eyes toward both men before smiling mischievously and shutting the door.

"Hey! He can't-"

"Just let it go. His ego is bruised." Felix mutters before huffing. What was he gonna do? If Eric succeeds, that leaves Felix in dead last. He didn't want to view this as a game, but objectively speaking, this had to say something about Felix's ability to court women. Would he ever find a dom, or would he be doomed to only pretend to be one?

"This is okay. This is fine. Two heads are still better than one." Mark mumbles to himself like a madman. He continues on like this until he gasps and snaps his fingers. "I have a plan."

-

"Eric." You regard him flatly before applying your lipstick. He regards you as well, but in his voice you could hear his shit-eating grin. 

"You here to tell me what you want, or is this plan B?" You glance over your shoulder with a patronizing smile. It fills Eric with fire. 

"Oh, baby. You think you have it all figured out, don't you?" Eric squints, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It seemingly never left, adding to your overflowing annoyance. You clenched your teeth as you stood from your vanity.

"Who let you in, Valerie?" You grit, returning his squint.

"No, Mark's favorite." He whispers, knowing he hit a sore spot. Your face hardens, and you wished you could control it. There was just something about this one in particular that got under your skin.

"You know Eric, I don't like you very much."

"You don't have to like me to take my cock, princess." Eric laughed triumphantly as your expression grew wilder, breath hitching in your throat.

Take? Take his cock? Who the fuck does he think he is? "I wouldn't be taking you, Sohn. You'd be taking me. And that's if I'd ever give you the time of day. Turns out you've got the wrong bitch." 

"No, I've got the right one. Or do you not know how to put a brat in his place?" Boldly, Eric steps toward the raging fire emanating from you. It was like poking a tiger, the danger and thrill of it all made Eric want more. You laugh, throwing your head back.

"A better question would be could you handle it?"

"Most definitely." Eric says as if he's not phased by your threats. In fact, you can smell his excitement. An even wider smile kept flickering on his face as he struggled to keep it away.

"Something tells me you think you're gonna enjoy being tamed." Your hand flies to his neck, shoving him to sit on your bed. "I'm gonna put you through hell." You hiss, reveling in the way his adam's apple bobs under your hand. 

It occurs to you briefly that you're about to reward him for trying (and succeeding) to trick you into domming him. The brevity of your clarity is due to how good he is at making you tick. He knew exactly what would rile you up from one encounter. A part of you almost admired him for it. 

You dip your head lower, threatening him with a kiss. You smile as you pull back to watch his eyes flutter closed, before clenching your hand around his throat. 

"You look so fucking stupid, you know that?" You coo. His eyes fly open. In the blink of an eye, he's pulling your hips flush against his, grinding you against him with a lewd moan. An impish smile graces his chiseled features as he watches fury light up yours. He was absolutely, positively out of his mind. The sheer audacity made contempt churn in your stomach.

"You fucking-"

You grunt, pulling away from him completely. The loss of warmth makes him almost whimper, but he swallows it down. Again, he's got you right where he wants you. If anything, he was going to make this hell for you. You take your time walking to your dresser, making sure not to spare him a glance as you rummage through it. You lift a velvet drawstring pouch from the drawer into the air, grinning at it as you walk toward him. 

He watches as you dump the contents onto the bed next to him. There's a butt plug with some sort of ring attached to it. A small bottle of lube plops on the bed and rolls next to the toy. Eric tries to reach for it but you snap your hand against his.

Wordlessly, you grab the lube and pop it open, watching as the liquid pools into your palm.

"Take your pants and underwear off." You continue not looking at him as you bark the command. 

"What is that thing?"

"5. 4. 3-"

Once Eric realizes what's happening, he scrambles to free his cock. It was starting to ache, so he was happy to release it. He hisses as it meets the cool air before kicking his sweats and underwear away. 

Immense warmth spreads throughout his body as you cup the head of his cock. He tilts his head back and groans quietly. You were barely touching him and his breathing was already ragged. No amount of fantasizing could've prepared him for this. The way you clenched your jaw, still not looking into his eyes as you roll your palm around his head slowly. It was torturous, and exactly what he expected from an angered person. He prepped you well and was basking in the fruits of his labor. 

"Feels so good ma'am." Eric moans, watching you with his brows drawn together and mouth fallen open. That initial sensation of being stimulated... there are no words to quite describe it. It's even better when you have to work for it. Finally getting a taste of you after finding out who you really were made Eric indescribably aroused. This level of sensitivity despite the minutes that pass, however, strikes Eric as strange. He was approaching his climax alarmingly fast. 

"Oh god- fuck it feels-" He chokes out followed by a pathetic moan.

"Aw... what's the matter baby? Can't handle the pleasure?" You finally look up at him and his breath shudders.

Eric bucks uncontrollably into your fist, hands clenching your comforter. All of his words were illegible as he clenched his eyes shut. 

"You're a special kind of brat, so I decided to bust out my favorite pairing. This isn't regular lube baby boy." You laugh darkly as he pries his eyes open to gawk at you. You laugh before continuing, "No, this is my favorite sensitizing lube. I bet it feels so fucking good your legs are numb, huh?" 

Instead of an answer you get the whimpers and strangled moans you've grown accustomed to by now. You sigh before taking your hands away from his rock hard cock. The heat from it raised the temperature of your hands. You snort, this was working him up extremely well. He whines and protests, mumbling for you to touch him again. 

"Answer me. How good does it feel?"

Eric bites his lip before cursing under his breath. Giving up this easily was out of character for him. Maybe it was how attracted he was to you. There was no way sensitizing lube was making him this weak. Whatever it was didn't matter. A tingling sensation was crawling up and down his legs, and surely enough, a numb feeling was growing in his thighs. The need to cum was downright excruciating, yet exhilarating. 

"It feels so good ma'am. Your perfect hands are making my legs go numb." He breathes out. You roll your eyes.

"Just stop trying to butter me up already."

"What do you mean?" That smirk was back again and you weren't having it. You start working your hand over his dick again. The smirk was quickly replaced with the needy look from before, and you couldn't be more pleased. 

"My 'perfect hands' are making you numb?"

"What can I say?" Still, despite the immense sensitivity he was going through, he fought to work that wretched smirk into his response. "Everything about you is perfect."

"Ugh." You curl your lip in disgust. This wasn't going to work. Nothing about his teasing sat right with you. You itched to shut him up once and for all. What you were about to do was quite cruel, but the smile that crept onto your face exposed your true feelings on the matter. You quicken your pace, looking deeply into his eyes as you hastily milk his cock.

"You gonna cum for me baby boy?"

"M-mhm! Really, really soon." He warns raspily as his legs twitch. He didn't know whether to focus on the blurred motion of your hand or your lust-filled eyes. Knowing that this was turning you on aroused Eric endlessly. "Fuck- it's so, so good."

"Yeah?" You coo. He answers back quickly with an ardent nod as his hips started to jerk upward. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand." You coax, watching his eyes roll back.

"'m cumming!" He whimpers embarrassingly loud. A pattern of short moans fall from his lips as his eyes develop a sheen. "F-fuck-"

Just before he makes it to the pinnacle of his climax, you pull away and grab the toy. Eric makes a noise in disbelief. "What the fuck?"

You ignore him, trying oh so hard not to smile at his distress in favor of appearing more stern. "Lay on your stomach."

"No! You're a fucking asshole!"

You exhale amusedly. "Fine. Guess you don't wanna cum."

With a loud groan, Eric turns over onto his hands and knees. You pour more lube into your hand before smoothing it over his asshole. He flinches as the cool liquid makes contact with his skin. "Fuck- that's cold." He mutters. He was clearly upset. You bite your lip to contain your glee. You couldn't wait to see his reaction to what this really was. 

"First, let's get this in order..." You slide the ring over his angry red cock head and over the shaft. He frantically investigates what going on.

"Hey, what is that?!"

You pull it all the way down until the smooth silicone is choking his cock right underneath his balls. He makes a strangled noise. "Is that tight, baby boy." You're not asking at all, knowing good and well how much it's restricting his blood flow.

"F-fuck! Oh my god- s-so tight!" He whimpers, voice shuddering. 

"We're not done, baby." You smooth the excess lube over the butt plug before pushing it into his anus. He lets out an extended, salacious moan, pushing his ass further into the air. "I bet that feels so good. One more thing..." You push a button at the very bottom of the plug, sending vibrations into his clenching hole. 

"Ngh! Oh fuck! Hah~" His legs quake as he processes everything happening to his lower half. He was so painfully hard that he genuinely thought his dick would burst if he didn't cum soon. "P-please do something! Touch me!"

"Okay," You agree with a grin before asking him to lay on his back. On shaky legs, he presents his red cock to you once again. You lick your lips before wrapping your hands around it again. 

"No! No no no... I wanna feel your cunt, please!" He whines, tossing his head into your pillows.

"That's more like it baby boy." You sigh, relaxing a bit as you squeeze his pulsing cock. "We say please for things we want."

"Please! Please sit on my cock I'll be a good boy for you ma'am!" He rushes the words out as if every second your pussy isn't gripping his cock is pure torture. 

"Aw..." You twist your hands around him vigorously and watch as slobber dribbles from the corner of his mouth. "I almost want to do that for you."

He gasps in alert, jerking his head forward to gauwk at you. "Ma'am-"

"Brats like you don't get rewarded, Eric." You coo mockingly, pouting your lips. When he starts to protest you grip him tighter.

So badly does Eric want to cum. Something about that ring around his cock was making it hard, like all the cum was backed up. It was upsetting because he was right there. He should be gushing everywhere, leaving a mess on your bed for you to clean up. But nothing.

"M-ma'am... wanna c-cum... I'll stop being a brat I promise." He breathes.

"Is that so? Well, if I take this off," You squeeze the base of his dick where the cock ring lies, making him grunt, "you'll be able to do just that."

"Please take it off ma'am!"

"I just don't think that's gonna happen. You tried to trick me and rope me in with a scheme. Then when I explicitly told you not to do that, you went and did it again. Plus, you're a real pain in my ass, Sohn."

"Argh! Fuck you! Let me cum already!" His plan to suck up to you until you gave him what you wanted collapsed as his patience finally ran thin. Just as you planned. Not many people can withstand edging without breaking at some point.

"There you are, the real Eric." You completely let go of his cock, kneeling before him with the smirk he once wore. 

"N-no! Please! Please touch me I-I'm sorry!" His voice cracks from his desperate pleas, but they're having the opposite effect. You don't pity him one bit. This was everything you wanted, and you could feel arousal burning you up. "Please please please! I'll be good! Let me cum!"

"Careful!" You bring your finger up to your lips, "Don't want to be too loud and show my girls how much of a pathetic slut you are." Your feigned worry quickly washes away as you laugh at the whimpering man before you. He doesn't let up, he continues pleading for your hands or anything you offer him. The toy shoved in his asshole wasn't enough. 

"Look at you. You know you're pathetic. Are you embarrassed baby boy? What happened to the brat from earlier?" You press your palms into your mattress as you lean closer to him. He looks away, proving your theory that you were embarrassing him right. He wasn't in control anymore. 

"Don't fucking hide your face, look at me." You roughly grab his face and make him face you. "Who's making you beg to cum? Who's making you act so pitiful, hm?"

As his sanity hangs by a thread and his drive to cum finally takes over, Eric swallows his immense pride.

"You are, ma'am."

"That's right. And you thought I'd be taking you. Know your fucking place." 

The shivers that run down Eric's spine are vicious, making him visibly shudder before you. The embarrassment made his cock throb with new vigor. This wasn't exactly what he imagined, he imagined giving you a much harder time, but this was better than he thought it'd be. After all, he did want you to make him your bitch.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, good boy." You praise genuinely, basking in your power. "Now you're gonna stay good and cum all over my hands without any back talk."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Boy." You peck his lips after each word before pulling the toy out of his ass. He moans wantonly, squeezing his legs together. You go back to milking his cock and he bites his tongue. Anything is better than being left high and dry, and he knew you were capable of such cruelty. "Now cum. Make use of that useless cock of yours." You lower your voice as you lean closer, licking a stripe up his face. The things watching him pitifully buck into your hand did to you... you couldn't put them into words. You moan salaciously as you watch his face twist in pleasure. Another stupid boy successfully broken. 

He stutters out your name followed by a pathetic whine. He tosses his head back, writhing atop your white sheets. Finally, an eruption of his hot semen spurts from the tip and rains all over your fist. So elated from your success, your lap it up from your hand, chuckling as he whimpers from the sight. Little to nothing compared to the high you felt after dominating another person. 

"Good. Now get the fuck out." You stand from the bed, stripping off your shirt that now had cum on it. Eric swallowed thickly, ogling your half naked torso. As his eyes trailed up to your face, he realized how cocky you've become. It didn't sit right with him that you thought you won, more the fact that you probably looked down on him now.

"At the end of the day I still got what I wanted." His voice was less assertive than he intended. His cheeks heat up, confidence draining quickly. No matter what he tried, he couldn't build himself back to his usual level of fearlessness. Your snort, raising your shoulders before looking at him.

"Sure, but at what cost? All of your dignity? You whined like a little bitch and begged for me to touch you. And you were so loud, too. They probably heard you outside the building." You throw your shirt over your shoulder before heading toward the door. You pause to look back at him one last time. "And all that over a handjob." You wince, "Embarrassing."

With all his dignity nearly gone, he attempts one last swing. "W-well you clearly enjoyed it! I bet you're already thinking about getting with me again!" Eric frantically clothes himself.

"I do admit this was fun," You start, positively reflecting on what just transpired. When his cocky disposition returned, you didn't falter for a moment.

"So when can I see you again?"

You ponder for a moment, just to keep him on his toes. "How about this. I'll let you fuck me,"

Eric's face lights up, he couldn't hide his excitement even if he wanted to.

"if you agree to get on your knees in that very living room," You turn to point out the door, "and beg me to let you fuck me in front of all my members."

It felt like steam would come out of his ears from how hot his face had gotten. Just thinking about it filled him with embarrassment so potent that he gasped and shook the imagery away. "No! Fuck no!"

"Well, then I guess this is our first and last dance. See ya, Sohn."

You leave, shutting the door softly. Eric's face is utterly engulfed in flames, leaving him as red as a tomato.

-

"Why are you just telling me this now?!" Felix whisper-yells.

"Because if I told you earlier you would've said no!" Mark says, bracing for an earful.

"Yeah! Because this is a horrible idea! Why are we provoking her?!"

"Isn't that obvious? She'd have no choice but to put us in our place," Mark nudges Felix with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows, "sexually."

"Or she could just tell us to fuck off and never speak to us again. You know, the normal response. You watch too much porn." 

"So you're really gonna bail?" Mark says defeatedly, making Felix sigh.

"Listen, you can do this yourself. I'm sure me being there isn't going to boost your chances."

"But can you imagine her face when she walks in on us, both our cocks stuffed inside Chaebin?" Mark raises his eyebrows as he lowers his volume even more. The explicit words Mark used forced Felix to imagine it, and he's not proud of the way his cock throbs in his pants. He'd cum just from the angry look on your face. Both men flinch as the door before them clicks open.

Valorie steps out with a confused look on her face. "Do... you two need something?"

"We're here to see Chaebin!" Mark pipes up. Behind Valorie is the very person he came to see, a bright smile on her face.

"Really?! I'm a huge fan!"

"So I've heard. Congrats on another comeback! The song is amazing." Mark's smile shifts to inquiry as he looks back at Valorie. "Can I come in?

"Of course. We're about to have drinks if you're interested." Valorie shrugs, stepping to the side.

"Oh, I'm fine."

"I don't drink either!" Chaebin announces excitedly before her gaze shifts to Felix. His eyes go wide, stammering as everyone starts to look at him. Mark gives him a pointed look that begs him to stay. Felix shakes his head with a sigh.

"I can't stay, I have things to do, I'm sorry." He says sorrowfully. Mark's shoulders drop as he clenches his eyes shut. Felix knows he's disappointed, but he still begins walking away.

"Wait!" Chaebin squeezes out of the doorway as Felix turns back around. She scratches the back of her head before continuing. "I'm sorry if this is annoying, it's just... I'm a huge stay... so I'm hoping you would, you know, stay?"

Shit.

-

There was no way Felix would go through with this horrible plan. Good thing your members make for good conversation.

"I'm sorry about Chaebin. She's one of the oldest, but she's still a bit... excitable, you know?" Valorie sighs, finally saying what's been nagging at her. 

"It's totally fine! She's pretty sweet, actually." Felix frantically waves his hands in an attempt to dispel her worries.

"Oh, she'd die if she heard you say that."

"Well it's true." Felix laughs. For a second he was comfortable, then he remembered why he was here and froze. "Uh... w-where's ___?"

"She had to meet with our manager about something. I'm not sure when she'll be back."

Felix nods, chewing on his lip. It was just now dawning on him how horribly this could go. Just when he was making new friends. He was so close to forgetting about it and relaxing again when he heard the door knob twist. He whips his head around, eyes meeting a goddess. 

Your zip-up cardigan was open, revealing your toned stomach beneath brown cropped fabric. Very seldomly did your muscular build see the light of day, it clashed with the image you were branded with. Now Felix's mouth was dry as he tore his eyes away.

"Lee Yongbok?" You look tense, fighting back a sour expression as a result of whatever happened earlier. "Your friends here?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. Felix has no saliva left to swallow even though he felt the urge to. 

"U-um... W-we came here to uh..."

"We?" You laugh bitterly, peeling the cardigan off and tossing it on the hook by the door. "Great." 

"You mean Mark Lee? He's in me and Chaebin's room with Chaebin-"

"What?!" You shout angrily. "Alone?!"

The five women exchange worried looks with each other, rattled by your sudden increase in volume.

"Y-yeah, I mean they're just talking-"

You storm to the door and swing it open. Mark looks up from between Chaebin's legs, hair tousled from her hands gripping it. Your blood was absolutely boiling at the faux innocence in his eyes. You slam the door behind you and she flinches with a gasp. "Oh my god!" She jumps up from the bed, hurriedly pulling her clothes on. 

"Chaebin, I'm gonna need you to leave."

"I-I'm so sorry!" Chaebin hangs her head low in shame. 

"Hey," You walk toward her and rest your hand on her arm, "don't be sorry, I'm not angry at you. You did nothing wrong." You strip all the anger from your tone, meeting her eyes to reassure her. "I'm serious. I just need to talk to Mark."

-

When Chaebin scurries out of the room, face beet red with glassy eyes, Felix really started to worry. His brain kept flickering between stress from the situation to... well the heat growing between his legs. You raised your voice and none of the girls had spoken since, either watching tv or looking at their phones as if nothing ever happened. It was clear each one of them were still shaken by the possibility you were angry with them. You had the power to control them that easily. The things he'd do for you to dominate him like that.

When the door opened again everyone in the room jumped. You peek your head out, jaw clenched.

"Yongbok?"

He must've looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "M-me?"

"Yup. I need to speak with you, now." 

Felix's heart rate had slowed down considerably the moment you spoke his name. His mind was in the middle of a full blown war. He just nods wordlessly, scurrying inside the room after you widen the door for him.

"Also, girls." You clear your throat, addressing your members after he was fully inside. "You can go back to what you were doing. I'm not angry with you. I'm just gonna hang with them for a sec, okay?"

The girls visibly and audibly relax before going back to their conversations. You try your best to close the door gently despite your shaking hands. You huff as you face the now closed door. "You really fucked up, you know that?"

Mark's heart leaped in his chest. This was working. In Eric and Felix's faces, he thought. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Chaebin and I were just doing what many humans do, as I'm sure you know." Mark could barely contain his glee enough to fake his obliviousness. 

"So, what? You're upset because you wanted another handjob so you string Chaebin along? That's what's happening here?" You turn, rubbing your temples. 

Mark scoffs. "Stringing her along? We are two consenting adults having a little fun."

"I just find it very convenient that as soon as I let it slip that Chaebin was a fan of yours, all of a sudden you're her number one fan? Right after I refused to touch you again too?"

"I think there's a misunderstanding." Mark shrugs. You quickly began to realize how control over this situation was slipping from your grasp. With Eric, you could resolve it privately and barely get anyone involved, other than making a show out of embarrassing him. Here, any wrong move could mean roping in Chaebin even more than she already is. Or even hurting her.

You could ignore Mark and kick him out of your dorm, but then he'd just fuck around with Chaebin again. Give him what he wants and he'll keep using her for more and more.

"What a little shit." You grumble.

"Are you angry? Oh, I never wanted to make you angry." 

You wish you could slap the fake concern off his face. 

"Has anyone ever told you how unbearably clingy you are? Is this really how you get whenever you don't get your way? Do your little boyfriends know you act like a toddler for a little pussy?" You knew you were being a bit harsh, but you needed to nip this in the bud. If that meant embarrassing him in front of his friend, then so be it. Plus, seeing him squirm and rush to protect his pride would be quite enticing.

"W-wha-" Mark's head whips toward Felix who was still standing near the door like any sudden movements would end the world. The way he looked at Mark with a hint of pity only hurt Mark's pride worse. His position as leader was hanging by a thread. He laughs, realizing what he could use.

"Yeah? Well at least I'm not jealous! You're the one that starts huffing as soon as I mention Chaebin!"

Of course that's what he thinks. Maybe it helps him cope with how pathetic he's being. You quirk your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. "Did you seriously think I was jealous this whole time? I just don't appreciate you using one of my members as a tool to get to me. You guys are toying around with her."

Felix and Mark both gasp, albeit for two different reasons. Mark knows exactly what he's doing but needs to pretend he doesn't, Felix never intended to screw with anybody. 

"I-I had no part in this! I didn't know his plan until we got here, and I only stayed because Chaebin told me she was a stay-"

"Yeaahh I know. You don't seem like the plotting type." For a moment Felix relaxes, then you take your top off. Both boys tense up. "I'm talking about this idiot and Eric Sohn. You can take a seat there." You point at the chair across from the bed. Felix hurriedly sits, averting his gaze from your bare breasts. Were you out with no bra? His cock twitches, causing him to look down and witness his hardened member. How long he was hard for was an answer he didn't have. He wouldn't be surprised it was since you yelled earlier. He rests both his hands on his lap to conceal it. Fuck, this situation was getting strange. Felix laughs awkwardly.

"How can you tell I'm not the plotting type?"

"I can just tell. Plus, you haven't been participating really. Just standing in the background and twiddling your thumbs." You move in front of him, arousal flooding your veins as he shyly looks away from your half naked figure. "Take your pants off."

Felix's head snaps toward you.

"What?!" Both men exclaim in unison. You turn to look at Mark, who's settled on the bottom bunk.

"I know your type, you know. The ones that have their little clique they think worships them. I've been with plenty of subs, but your type always thinks you're unique and that you'll, like, wow me or something. Reminds me of Soobin."

Mark groans, throwing his head back. "Okay, fine! I'll stop the shenanigans. Just please touch me again? Please?" He begs, spreading his legs to better expose his bulge. You feel saliva pooling on your tongue at the sight. You gather yourself, remembering what has to be done.

"Listen, Chaebin's a bit naive. She's easily starstruck, and this isn't her first situation with an idol. I simply can't reward this behavior, this is not healthy for her." You slowly approach him, looking into his stupid, wet eyes. "You understand, right baby?" You caress his cheeks and he melts into it. He nods, pouting a bit when you pull away.

"If you even want a chance for me to touch you, you'll do what I say." You walk away to rummage through Valorie's dresser. You pull out a belt and tell Mark to put his hands behind his back. He whines as you use the leather strap to restrain his arms. "You disobey me, and I won't let you even breathe my air." You look back into his eyes, letting him know how serious you are. "Got it?"

He nods like the cute puppy he is and you pat his cheek. You return to Felix, enjoying just how hard he is and how red his face had gotten. "Didn't I tell you to take your pants off, baby boy?" You smile, tilting your head to the side.

Felix frantically rids himself of his jeans as quickly as he could. "And your underwear, too." Soon both garments were on the floor, and his member was standing at full attention.

"Now, I'm gonna make Felix cum and you're gonna watch. I better not hear a peep out of you." You sink to your knees before peering over your shoulder at the sulking boy behind you.

"But-"

"Ah ah! No back talk, or else you could kiss any interaction goodbye." You grin as he goes back to sulking. As you watch Mark silently writhe, you trail your hands up Felix's smooth thighs. You can't see him, but you feel him shudder from your touch. Mark clenches his jaw and your smile grows wider. Finally, you turn your attention back to Felix. You watch him, examining each twitch in his face. 

When your warm hands meet his member, Felix can't help but wonder how things shifted so quickly. He had already come to terms that he may never experience you. When it came to meeting new people and making friends, Felix thrived. As soon as it was about sex, he started to choke. He was doomed to fail, especially with so many people looking to court you. So how and why were your hands wrapped tightly around his cock while you dropped spit onto the tip of his cock?

He kicks his head back, his thighs tingling intensely as you stimulated him. 

"Feel good?" You giggle, getting lost in his reactions. He was so cute, so soft. Eric and Mark were both pretty loud. Eric was unapologetic with his moaning and yabbering. Mark seemed physically unable to restrain any noises, filling the air with desperate moans. Felix, however, preemptively quieted himself. He let out soft whimpers and mewls, biting his lip when he knew he was going to be loud. It was mesmerizing. Just watching him struggle to cope with the pleasure threatened to push you over the edge.

Gaining more enthusiasm by the moment, you tighten your grip and speed up. 

"F-fuck! It feels so good!" His legs twitch. He was clearly trying to restrain himself. It was so intriguing to watch.

"Why are you stopping yourself from cumming?" You asked, amused.

"I can't! N-not yet!"

You frown a bit. Was he embarrassed about cumming fast? Little did he know, you liked when it happened. "Why not?"

"You didn't tell me to..." He rested his head against his shoulder, fighting every atom in his body to keep himself sturdy. You blink, motions slowing down. First the automatic volume control, now he's stopping himself from cumming because... you hadn't given the command? 

You didn't notice you were lost in thought until he whimpered. You whispered a sorry before speeding up again. "Don't worry baby boy. Today is just about making you feel good. There's always next time."

Mark chewed on the inside of his cheek. He should've prepared for these two getting in the way. No matter how much he tried, the attention you were giving to Felix continued to make his blood boil. He thought the height of his problems would be not touching himself, and although that was torturous, you were a genius for thinking of this. He fools around with Chaebin, you fool around with Felix. And now he's finding out you're not even jealous. He's been bested. 

Unfortunately, yet undeniably, Mark couldn't bring himself to dislike this arrangement. The wet sounds of your saliva sloshing up and down Felix's cock while you moaned as if you were getting touched shot right to his cock. He couldn't believe it, he was trying to force friction against his pants. He was moaning. It felt so good.

"You enjoying yourself?"

Mark pries his eyes open to watch you peer at him over your shoulder. You gawk at him in amusement as he thrusts at nothing. It was hard to make Mark feel shame, but you managed to do so. Stubborn, maybe, but he still decided to shake his head. Even with his flushed cheeks and painfully hard cock. Each brush against the fabric brewed heat deeper in his bottom half. 

"No? Are you jealous, Minhyungie?" 

Mark bit his lip, shaking his head with more fervor. The longer his dick received very little stimulation, the more he wanted to scream about how much he wanted you. He's had doms before, none of them make him feel as vulnerable as you do. Like he was powerless to the pleasure you gave him. It was intoxicating. It was cruel that you gave him a taste and ripped it away. And now you were waving it in front of him, giving it to someone else. 

"I deserve it." Mark grits out. His words surprise you, so much that you're completely stopping to look at him. 

"Hm? But I thought you weren't jealous?"

"I'm not." Through clenched teeth, he fights to defend his pride, even while he fucks the air.

"Oh yeah? So you won't mind if I do this?" You move on your knees to Felix's right, grabbing his throbbing cock. Mark watches in awe as you drop open your mouth and engulf his member inside it. Mark couldn't feel how wet and warm it was, nor the pleasure so strong Felix thought he'd pass out. You look so turned on, sucking his dick like a popsicle in the sweltering summer heat. Suddenly Mark was louder than he had ever been, strained groans crawling their way out of his throat.

"That should be me, dammit!" Mark whined, followed by a whimper that could be mistaken for that of a sad puppy. 

"Aw. Poor Minhyungie." You pull away momentarily to pout, lips shiny with spit. The following moment you're shoving his cock all the way down your throat. 

"A-ah! 'm gonna- I'm cumming!" Felix breathes out in a high-pitched voice. You pop your mouth off his cock before jerking it vigorously while looking into his eyes.

"Cum baby boy. Cum down my throat so I can swallow it all." You let out a filthy moan before bobbing your head on his cock. Felix's thighs tremble, signifying that the orgasm that was approaching would be a strong one. He inhales a shuddering breath, broken and weak moans trickling from his lips. The second his tip hit the back of your throat he was shooting his load down it. 

"F-fuck!" Felix keens, hips jumping up as waves of pleasure ripple through his body. He takes in your face, the way your eyes flutter closed as you take all his cum. It was too much, the sight was too dirty. There was so much cum ribboning from this tip that it started to spill from your mouth. "M-mommy! Mommy yes!" He presses his hips against your face as the last of his cum floods your mouth and throat. 

You pull back, looking at him in awe. Felix is completely oblivious until Mark starts laughing. 

"Did you just say mommy? You're joking right?" Mark gawks at Felix in disbelief as he snorts at him. 

In normal circumstances, the name was one you briefed your subs not to use beforehand. You found it gross and didn't understand the appeal, but there was something about how desperately Felix moaned the name. Something about how his cock twitched in your mouth while he said it. The name turning him on in a way did the same for you. 

So when Felix's cheeks turned pink and he looked to the side in shame, the stern look you shot Mark felt involuntary. 

"Hey, big mouth." You stand up, surprised by the dizziness you didn't notice until now. "I'm guessing you wanna cum."

 Mark groans pathetically. "Please?"

"Sure thing." You release him from his restraints as he watches warily.

"I don't like the way you said that."

You shrug. "You asked, now you shall receive."

When you start taking off his pants and underwear, Mark starts to get excited.

"Okay. Now jerk yourself off."

And just like that, all his hopes were crushed. 

Just as he starts to protest, you shut him up with a finger to his lips. "Don't you want to paint these with your cum?" You hold up your breasts with your palms, chest heaving. Mark had almost forgotten that your chest was bare for his viewing pleasure. He bites his lip and starts tugging on his member. You almost feel bad for him when his eyes get glassy.

Weakly, he whispers so only you can hear. "B-but I want you to touch me..."

Fuck. Felix was the cutest by far, but Mark had his moments. You swallow thickly. "I don't reward bad behavior, but I'll do this." You hoist your index and middle finger to his lips and he gladly accepts them. He swirls his tongue around the digits and you watch hazily. "Good boy." 

"Thank you, thank you." He slurs, movements becoming more rapid. He could tell just how turned on you were. Your slack jaw and hooded eyes left little to theorize. More than anything else, that's what got him going. Knowing that you loved seeing him like this. 

"You gonna cum all over my tits like the horny pervert you are? Hm?"

"Yes," He moans, eyes fluttering shut as he feels the coils in his stomach compress. "I'm your slutty boy."

"Yes, you are." You breathe. Back to back, you experienced some of the most titillating encounters ever. Going into this, you expected to be unimpressed. It was written all over them. But for some reason, you can't get any of them off your mind. You look back at Felix who was closely watching the ordeal. The one who intrigued you the most.

"Please look at me. I'm gonna-" 

You listen, watching as he screws his eyes shut tightly. Warm semen is sprayed all over your breast, wanton noises filling your ears to accompany it.

-

You were in trouble. Big trouble. You guessed as much when Mark left and you used your fingers coated in his spit to get yourself off. It was an electric orgasm. You tried to convince yourself it was because you were really horny and hadn't cum. However a week had passed and now you were looking at your phone, deliberating. 

Who to call?

Eric was too much of a handful to give in to. He would have to do what you asked of him for this to ever work. You couldn't have someone so snarky and with so little hubris with his ego inflated.

Mark had been proving your assessment about him being clingy. The two of you talked every day, through text, on facetime, and face to face. You tell him you're holding out because of his stunt, but it's really because you're conflicted. 

Finally, Felix. You loved a good brat, gets the blood pumping. There's something about a sub who loves to submit and lives and dies by your rules. Brats were unpredictable, even sly at times it seemed, but subs like Felix provide you with a sense of power that you can't get enough of.

"Hello?" His deep, gravelly voice gives you chills.

"Felix?"

"Oh! H-hello. Is there something wrong?"

"No- well... yeah."

"Oh no..." Felix's voice sounds quieter.

"It's just that I've been..." This was a strange feeling. It had been a while since you were the one asking for sex. You sigh frustratedly and bite the bullet. "I've been thinking about... you since that day." You chew on your lip, becoming more anxious the longer he's quiet.

"Please say something, I'm going crazy here."

"Sorry! I'm just- to be honest, I'm really shocked to hear that. I've been thinking about you as well." If he were to tell the entire truth, he's been having these fantasies since he first saw you. Now they're just more vivid since he knows how you moan, feel, and how your beautiful breasts look. But he'd be a fool to admit that when he's gotten this far.

"Since we're both on the same page, perhaps we could meet up at my dorm?"

"Sounds great!" The way he stammers after agreeing makes it obvious he's embarrassed by how quickly he responded. You, however, were getting excited by how much he wanted you.

-

"Wow, your room's a lot bigger." Felix steps inside your room and immediately takes it in. You had a double bed and double the space.

"Yeah, we played rock paper scissors for it. I guess I got lucky." You shut the door behind you. The click makes Felix realize this is really happening. 

"Let's do this properly this time around, be open and clear with each other." You step closer to Felix and he stares at you with his big round eyes. He nods before swallowing hard. "Tell me what you like, Yongbok." You smile.

Felix clears his throat. "First, I-I like it when you call me that."

"Yongbok?" You say, tilting your head to the side and making his breath hitch. He nods again. "And what else?"

"I like when you boss me around..." He averts his gaze, picking at his cuticles. 

"In that case, look at me." You step closer again and his heart begins to race. Still, he obeys, feeling the nervousness melt away when his eyes meet yours. Instead, he felt exhilaration. He was ready for this. 

"Good boy. Now take your pants off."

The rush he felt was similar to the first time he realized you were gonna touch him. His eyes linger on yours as he unbuckles his belt. He looks away, focusing on pushing them down and stepping out of them. When he peers back up he catches you biting your lip. He reaches for the waistband of his underwear, but you stop him. "Not yet, leave those on." He freezes for a moment before nodding.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you like?"

"I don't mind at all." You press your hands against his chest and lightly push him to sit on your bed. "I like to see men so horny and desperate to cum that they'll do anything." You look deeply into his eyes and his heart thumps.

"Will you do anything to cum, Yongbok?" You lift his chin with the pads of your fingertips. He gulps before nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh no... that's not what you like to say, is it?" You whisper before tsking. Felix's face starts to turn red, eyes widening. "Don't be embarrassed. Say what you really want to."

Felix hesitates, opening his mouth for nothing but inhaling a shuddering breath. He clenches his eyes shut when he says it. "Y-yes mommy..."

He must really love the name. Despite being embarrassed, you notice his member growing rapidly. You couldn't wait to see him become insatiable.

"Good, good." You purr. "Eyes open, remember?" You gently remind him, smiling softly when he listens. "Lay flat on your belly for me."

Each time he eagerly carries out a command you feel arousal flowing through you more intensely. You watch with bated breath as his bottom half sinks into your soft, plush comforter. Weeks prior, the most interaction you'd had with Felix was a bow when passing by each other, him being one of many men who gawked at you like you were a mythical creature. Now he was engulfed in your scent, half naked on your bed. And it was everything he's ever dreamed of.

He was on cloud 9, hips naturally sinking lower to grind into the firm mattress. You inhale shakily. "Just like that baby. Hump my bed for me." You draw closer, kneeling on the bed as you watch him. It was like he read your mind. So hassle-free, so horny.

"You like that? Like smelling me while you get off?"

"Mhm." He whines before dropping his mouth back open, his bottom lip dragging against the white fabric. You had just started, there was no way this gave him nearly enough stimulation. Yet small mewls still floated from his lips as his eyes slowly shut. So unabashedly filled with lust.

"Look at you, humping my covers like a little pervert." You lace your fingers through his locks and pull his head back. He clenches his eyes tight, furrowing his eyebrows.

"M-mommy," He presses his hips in with more enthusiasm in response to the pain. You pull him back more and he whimpers. His hips stutter, experiencing a deep ache in his crotch. He could feel it growing despite how he worked toward his orgasm. This wasn't enough. He had been good enough, right?

"Please... let me taste you." He whispers followed by a grunt.  

You don't usually let subs experience your pussy unless they're tied up with a cock ring on. However, Felix was in no position to be punished. "Okay baby." You let go of his hair and take off your shorts. You situate yourself in front of his panting mouth and spread your legs. His chest heaves as he takes in your clothed pussy. Your underwear were so tight and thin that he could see the outline of your lips. His eyes dip lower, noticing the patch of wetness that only grew under his gaze. He shut his mouth, swallowing the saliva that began to build up. "Go ahead. Don't be shy." You scoot closer until his nose bumps your clit. The nub was more sensitive than you thought it'd be, the tiny bit of contact almost made you shut your legs around his head.

You can feel his warm breath fanning on your core and you clench around nothing. He only hesitates for a moment, shortly after immediately getting to work lapping at your clothed pussy. Felix was happy with anything he was offered, eagerly licking your pussy even with a piece of fabric in the way. You moan softly, leaning further onto your elbows. You could already feel your core burning hotter. This was the most someone's touched you in a while. Watching men squirm and beg was amazing, hence why you did it so often, but being on the receiving end was euphoric. Especially with someone eager to please. Boy was Felix just that.

He lapped at your heat like he was starved for months. You couldn't help the noises that lept from your throat. "Fuck Yongbok-" You moan before humming in approval. His saliva further dampened your panties, making it hard to tell where your wetness ends and his begins. 

"Fucking suffocate me with your pussy, please." He slurs, sending vibrations into your cunt. You gasp, pushing his face further into your pussy. Your eyes had rolled back by now, but you could hear how fast Felix was grinding against your mattress. He moans with so much passion, making someone feel good made him just as horny as it made you.

Felix lapped between your folds before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Electricity shoots up your legs as you yelp, knees jumping upward. He didn't falter one moment, continuing his rapid assault on your clit. You writhe underneath him, tossing your head down into your covers. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan salaciously. He hums against your pussy and it sends you over the edge. "I'm coming Yongbok-ah-" You whimpers are cut off by a loud groan as heat began boiling in your lower abdomen. It continued to get hotter and hotter when he didn't stop. 

"Mommy..." He whined pitifully against you as his hips jerked against the covers. "Cumming for you mommy-" He ground his hips harshly against the bed as a trail of loud grunts left his lips. But, no, he still didn't stop. Not licking your cunt, which was soaking wet by now, nor humping the covers fervently. You take quick and short inhales, finding it hard to breathe from the overstimulation. 

"You taste so good." He moans loudly as he happily laps at your poor pussy. Your eyes roll back as another orgasm approaches quicker than the last. All you can manage to get out was his name and profanities. Your hips jerked against his face but he remained steady, working you into an intense orgasm that makes you moan louder than you intended. You slap your hand over your mouth, continuing your drawn out moan as your hips and legs tremble.

"Yongbok, Yongbok!" 

He pulls back, eyes wet along with the lower half of his face. "I love tasting you mommy." He mumbles mindlessly. 

"Yeah?" You push him so his back is flat on the bed. His underwear had a large wet spot, mirroring yours. Holy shit did you want to taste it. In due time, first you needed to reward your good boy. You slide your panties off, making sure to take your time as his dazed eyes watch you. With his jaw slack, his eyes burn into bare pussy squishes between your thighs as you raise your legs into the air. The soiled underwear finally slide off your ankles and you toss them behind you. "Open your mouth, pretty boy." He drops his mouth open, tongue sliding out and resting against his chin. You settle your knees on either side of his head before pushing your ass backward, looking back at him as you sit on his face. You moan in unison as you both ascend to heaven. His nose and tongue provide unthinkable pleasure as you start to rock back and forth.

"Fuck yes, you feel so good." You reach down and shove his underwear down enough to free his cock. "Jerk that dick while I ride your face." Felix's hands quickly find his cock before feverishly tugging on it. He moans against your folds and you shiver. "Attaboy."

You work your hips against his face, already feeling heat build back up. He keeps his tongue firm and it dips into your soaked hole. You swear each time, clenching around the muscle. His hand sloshes back and forth on his rock hard dick, his cum acting as a proper lubricant. Wet sounds fill the air from the blurred motion of his fist. It looked so inviting, you licked your lips at the sight. "Let me taste you again." You lean over and pull away his hand, replacing it with your greedy mouth. You bob your head up and down and smile each time his thighs twitch. 

Once your hips were stilled, he took the opportunity to fuck his tongue in and out of your hole. You moan around his cock before suckling on the head. Both of you were a moaning mess as you rushed very close to the edge. The two of you seemed to be in a contest of who could be sloppier. Bubbles of saliva slide to his balls and you massage it in. Felix has spit trailing down both sides of his face. You were making a mess and couldn't care less. Both of you were engulfed in wet heat right where you needed it. 

It wasn't long until Felix was cumming again, finally shooting his load inside your mouth with desperate moans for the second time. It dripped back down onto his dick and you sucked up as much as you could before sitting back on his face. He wraps both his arms around your waist and pulls you tighter against him. His chin rested firmly against your clit as he rapidly fucked your puckered hole with his tongue. You moan shakily, falling forward and resting your hands on his thighs.

His tongue continues to delve into your pussy until your dissolve into pleasure, filling the room with pleading whimpers as you tremble against him. "So fucking good!" You sob. He cleans you up, driving you into overstimulation again. You pull away and his arms fall from around your waist. He licks his lips, savoring the remnants of your taste. When you notice his dick starting to get hard again, you smirk, grabbing it with both hands. 

"Please... I wanna be inside you, mommy."

"You greedy boy. Eating my pussy made you that horny?"

"Yes, I love tasting you... I love when you moan and cum for me." He moans softly as you jerk him off. "Want you to cum on my cock. "

"Anything for my good boy." You strip your shirt off before turning to face him, sitting on his lap. Your dripping pussy pushes his member against his stomach, grinding against it as you bite your lip and unclip your bra. "Ready for me to ride you baby boy?" Felix nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His freckles dusted along his cheeks, his pretty eyelashes accenting his narrowed gaze, he looked so ready to take you. 

You slide forward until your hole catches his tip. Using your hand, you adjust until he sinks inside your hot, wet cunt. Both of you sigh blissfully. You immediately pick up speed, this being the first cock inside you in a long time. Something about doing this with Felix made you burn up inside. He looked at you like he absolutely adored you, like you were the most precious thing to him. He plummeted deep inside you, sloshing in your tight, sopping hole.

Watching you bounce on his cock with your tits jiggling freely made him worry about finishing too early. This was all too good to be true, but with the way your pussy was wrapped around him, he knew he wasn't dreaming. You lean forward and slide one of your hands up his chest. You keep going until it was resting against his neck. Felix sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as you wrapped your fingers around his neck. 

"You feel so good inside me. Gonna make me cum quick."

Your confession made Felix dizzy. You were gonna cum soon too? Because of him. Felix grunts, hands shooting forward to grip your hips as he thrusts up to meet each bounce. The feeling of your hips slapping against his egged him on.

Gradually, your body leans closer and closer and your breasts are dangerously close to his face.

"C-can I please play with your tits?"

"Please!"

You gasp when he flicks your nipple with his tongue. Your arousal must have been dripping down to his thighs at this point. He had you utterly overcome with pleasure that your tongue was hanging out of your mouth. A line of saliva dribbles down from it and lands on your breasts. Felix happily laps it up before nibbling your nipples. You whimper loudly. "F-fuck!"

Felix kneads the flesh of your ass as he goes from boob to boob, sucking and nipping until you're a quivering mess. "You're fucking me so good Yongbok." You barely mumble out as his thunderous hips slam into you, muddling your brain. He bites down on one of your nipples before pulling his back and releasing. Your hot pussy clenched around him before something loomed over you.

Like lightning striking, your orgasm crashes over you. "Yes!" You fall forward and moan against his jaw as he fucks you through your orgasm. "Such a fucking good boy."

"Mm-" Felix rapidly flips the two of you over before snapping his hips into you at an ungodly pace. He sits up, fondling the breasts he just coated with his saliva. "I love your pussy so much, mommy. It's tight, so wet-" He mumbles, spurred closer to his orgasm by your broken moans. 

"'m cumming!"

He adds to your flooded pussy with his hot cum. He collapses forward, hips still jerking against you as he fills your hole. "Thank you." He whispers next to your ear, making you giggle with the little energy you could muster. 

"No problem, Yongbok.

-

The girls offer diverse reactions to the man on his knees in your living room, but they all illustrate their shock. Eric is nearly glowing from how red it was. 

'P-please fuck me, ma'am." He hangs his head. You have to hold back a laugh. The smallest provocation might send him barrelling out the door.

A chorus of gasps erupt around you as you raise your eyebrow. You would stand there and pretend to ponder for a cruel amount of time, but it still hurt to walk after last night. Oh, right.

Yongbok.

To say you had a bond would be an understatement. You've been meeting up ever since that night he fucked you. He continued to sleep with you, his horny levels were unmatched.

"It's because you're... you're just amazing."

Your cheeks grew hotter at the thought of his words. In a way, you felt bad for considering hooking up with Eric again. And why? Felix isn't your boyfriend, and he even said he didn't care if you fucked other men.

So the reason was something you didn't want to consider.

"Since you asked so nicely..." You say with a smile before extending your hand toward him.

#100 #bro #I'm tired #my head hurts #it's lit #mark lee #mark #felix #eric #eric sohn #mark lee smut #felix smut #eric smut #eric sohn smut #kpop #smut #kpop smut #stray kids #the boyz #nct #stray kids smut #nct smut #the boyz smut

[xclowniex]

I am completely on board with believing the vote for Israel ad is fake because... That is totally something that I can imagine faking but what do you mean by it's not credible because the screenshot is from outside of Israel? If the Israeli broadcaster or the Israeli government or any of the delegates bought the ad, they would not want other Israelis to see it. People in Israeli seeing it would completely defeat the purpose? You can't vote for your own country so would it not be geared only towards non Israelis?

Regarding the voting and boycotts. I think Israel gained votes because of politics (that was just a lot of votes for a song not previously well received as a song) and the boycotts and I do think the other countries lost some but I don't think the amount lost would be that impactful because well. I don't think that many Eurovision watchers actually boycotted? I saw more new viewers this year than I saw regular watchers boycotting. Most posts I saw about boycotting came from people that do not watch Eurovision. Lots of fans but not super fans don't vote either. I feel like the two biggest voting demographics are the very casual fans and the super fans. Super fans are very into it, those who only watch it as a cultural event will vote because you're "supposed" to. But most of the fans I know that keep up with it but are not super fans don't really vote anyway and are also the people I think boycotted the most I did not see any super fans talk about it nor did I really see anyone who just watches the finals and doesn't keep up with it talk about boycotting. Obviously that's anecdotal and not statistical, but still.

I think you might have misread my post or I may have misworded something.

The alledged youtube is ad is targeting countries outside of Israel and that is not the reason its sus, it just looks sus because it looks sus. The ad being outside of Israel is some extra information so people don't think it was an ad for those in Israel.

Onto the bit about eurovision voting, yeah I 100% agree. I would like some stats before i 100% commit to that being what happened.

#ask clownie #eurovision #eurovision 2024

[ballsbalb]

why are you so aggressive towards anons???

ah, the most common ask i get.

haven’t answered this yet, but this is like the ninth time someone’s asked me so fuck it.

imagine it like this. you’re walking down the road, and someone runs into you. you’re on your side of the pavement, but they run into you anyways. they don’t lift their head up, so you can’t see their face, and so you don’t know anything about them. you would get annoyed, wouldn’t you? because they just ran into you, and that’s rude.

but imagine they did lift their head, and their eyes were red, or had bags under them, or they were crying. you wouldn’t be mad, you’d be concerned- because this is a person who doesn’t look okay.

it’s like that. when you attach your face/name/profile to what you’re saying, it makes it feel far more genuine than if you didn’t. being able to have that background info, as well as being able to see you as a person as opposed to a paragraph on my screen, will make me act different towards you.

and, in addition, when you don’t attach your name to your opinion/statement, it makes it less credible- that’s how it works in real life, in journalism. when you have more to lose or you could “expose” yourself, your opinions will be more genuine.

so when you come in, nameless and faceless, even if you don’t mean to be rude, and say something mildly rude/offensive/annoying, i will take it far more personally than if you weren’t on anon.

nice anons will always, always be welcome. deciding simply not to attach your name to your ask is completely fine if you just want to chat or ask a question cordially, and i will always encourage everyone to do so.

[warriorofthesky]

just saw myelin's new video (here) and i think i agree with it, mostly. i talked before about how i think the winnower might be the one feeding sweet lies to the witness and how it possibly did the same to maya, but there were some things in lore that made me doubt that. but i've been thinking more about that and unfortunately i have no self control so you guys gotta suffer my nonsense.

(tldr: i will never abandon you, unveiling).

darkness bad?

here are my problems with the idea of the winnower being the serpent in the garden (taken directly from the post linked above):

the sword logic is heavily implied to be nonsense. it’s just something the witness used to control the hive & mold them into what it needed to work towards the final shape. the witness itself never mentions anything resembling the sword logic ideology bc it has no interest in it. see how each of its disciple had a different idea of what idea the final shape is, bc the witness told them what they needed to believe to further its goals. the sword logic was what the hive needed to believe. the end.

the latest purpose entry gives more credibility to this ^. xivu arath might mention the sword logic and the final shape as the same thing but the witness never does. it lets her believe it, but we never see it defend the sword logic itself.

the darkness itself is not bad!!! or so the game has been telling us for years now!!! it makes no sense that the darkness entity would just be bad again, after all the trouble they went through to establish the witness as a voice in the darkness and not the darkness itself. why would they make sure we understood that the witness is not bad because it uses the darkness only to make the darkness bad again anyway?

the whole idea of the winnower being a believer/creator of the sword logic makes no sense in a universe where the sword logic is implied to be nonsense.

but i think i found my peace with at least one of these points: the darkness not being bad by default. i was too stuck in what it would mean for the narrative (darkness bad, then darkness neutral, then darkness bad again etc) but that was because i was also too stuck in what the light is from a narrative standpoint. because the light isn't good. what proof do we have of that? the traveler seems nice enough, sure, but ghosts are supposedly acting under its will and many chose the hive and the warlords. there is nothing pre-programmed in lightbearers to make them good, so the same can be (and has been) said about the darkness. my point is, there is nothing inherent to the light, to the traveler, that makes it so it is good. the traveler might be good, but not because it is of the light.

that could work for the winnower as well. darkness isn't good or bad. the ecumene were not evil. the hive certainly is. so darkness, as in, the power itself, isn't evil. the winnower might be, though not because it is of the darkness.

does that make sense?

though this way of thinking opens many doors re: what the traveler and the winnower (if it exists, that is) are. can they be of the light/of the darkness, but not the embodiment/source of it? if so, what is the source of these powers? if not, does that mean they are the source of these two forces, but have no influence in how said forces are used? the traveler doesn't seem to have much influence at all, but it is wounded, so who knows what it could do when it was healed?

sword logic is nonsense

is it?

i'm not so sure now. i pointed out in the bullet points above that the witness doesn't seem to care much about the sword logic. i've mentioned before that the goals of the witness and the winnower seemed different, with the witness (at the time) searching for a way to end unnecessary suffering and the winnower going all in for the survival of the fittest. both wanted the final shape, but while the witness craved meaning the winnower seemed to want order, a pattern, the universe acting as it should. they feel very different because the witness' desire for meaning comes from a place that, to me, is of anguish/pain/despair - of emotion, basically. it wants to end suffering (yet it caused SO much suffering - but i see it as an ending justifies the means kind of deal) because it suffered for having no meaning at all. the winnower's voice is very different. it doesn't feel very emotional at all.

...that was what i thought, but i was rereading the unveiling and:

All you will do, I said, with rising panic|fury, is delay the dominant pattern that will overrun the others. It is inevitable. One final shape. "No, it'll be different. Everything will be different, everywhere you look." Everything will be the same. Your new rule will only make great false cysts of horror full of things that should not exist that cannot withstand existence that will suffer and scream as their rich blisters fill with effluent and rot around them, and when they pop they will blight the whole garden. Whatever exists because it must exist and because it permits no other way of existence has the absolute claim to existence. That is the only law.

this is from the first knife entry.

sure, it doesn't sound like the winnower is that worried about said suffering existing as much as it is worried that said suffering will "blight the whole garden." but it still doesn't want this unnecessary suffering. it wants order, a pattern, because it doesn't believe said pattern can be changed at all. and, at the time, i believe it was right.

the entry continues:

"No," the gardener said, "I am the growth and preservation of complexity. I will make myself into a law in the game." And thus we two became parts of the game, and the laws of the game became nomic and open to change by our influence. And I had only one purpose and one principle in the game. And I could do nothing but continue to enact that purpose, because it was all that I was and ever would be.

the universe before the gardener and the winnower became "parts of the game" could not have its final shape changed. but the universe after they did so could and can. i always saw the winnower as an entity that wanted to keep the final shape as it was before the gardener decided to meddle with the rules, but what if what it wants is to return to a universe without these new rules instead? if we assume that the vex were the final shape, it's not so much that the winnower wants to keep them in the podium in first place as much as it wants the game back to a rule set that would naturally settle in the vex as the winners. i dont think it cares for the vex at all - it cares for the game as it was instead of as it is now.

so the winnower and the witness's goals are practically the same. i think the witness saw said "glimpse to the beginning" and was furious that meaning was stripped from the universe when the gardener changed the rules. before, everything had a purpose: to lead to a natural, true final shape. but that meaning was gone the moment the rules changed - now everything and nothing can happen, and there is no end goal the universe is slowly working towards. the universe just is.

i don't imagine that, for example, the sword logic as the hive sees it would ever exist in that gardener-free universe. the flowers dying or thriving was something natural, the same way that nations and empires and races died or thrived in the universe, no contact with light or darkness necessary. but the hive's sword logic is an active force - it is not the hive minding their own business and letting destiny things take their own course, falling or rising for whatever reason. the hive's sword logic is based on the original rules of the universe, and if said rules were intact it wouldn't be necessary for a race to go around hellbent on making its final shape come true. the final shape would come true naturally.

so yeah, maybe the hive's sword logic is nonsense because it is trying to impose an old set of rules in a universe that is not bound by it anymore. and it is nonsense because it only does so through violence and extermination, but that was not the way of the flower game at all. a lone flower did not survive, for example.

so:

the winnower wants the universe back to its pre-gardener/winnower rules.

the witness wants the same, but it isn't worried about the game like the winnower is: it wants meaning, and sees the pre-gardener/winnower universe as one with meaning and the one we have now as one without meaning. there is the possibility that the winnower is manipulating the witness into thinking like this. we know some of the unveiling is true, some of the unveiling is propaganda, but we don't know which is which. to me, the biggest thing about the unveiling is that it paints the gardener as the wrong one - the one who does not care about all the suffering it is about to inflict, the one who just wants to spicy things up because it is bored. that could be the lie. maybe the winnower was the wrong one, though i can't phantom how.

the hive's sword logic is nonsense because it is artificial, witness-made and single-minded. but it is based on ideas the witness and (possibly) the winnower see as truthful.

the witness doesn't want the universe as the hive's perceived deathmatch. it does not care for it. that's why it seems so dismissive in that last entry of the purpose lore book. xivu arath's idea of a final shape is one based on the millions of years she and her family spent ending civilizations and thus proving their worthiness to exist. the witness' final shape is based on the universe with inherent meaning, where no race would never need to prove its worthiness bc their existence, even if cut short, was one more step towards a final goal.

post final shape

and here i mean final shape as in the expansion.

i quite like this theory but there is one small problem that honestly might invalidate it all: the light vs darkness sagas ends in the final shape. so, even if we defeat the witness there, the darkness aka the winnower would still be very much alive, no? it makes no sense to end the light vs darkness saga and still leave the big bad darkness-fuelled villain-behind-the-villain alive. but at the same i just can't see us defeating the witness and the winnower in the final shape.

i guess we will know more on the showcase this august but it feels a bit impossible. i can see a few scenarios where it works out - as far as we know, if the winnower does exist it is beyond the veil and if we leave the veil alone it just can't do shit. or maybe we could just flat out destroy the veil in final shape and cut off the winnower and its rulemaking plans forever. but idk. if the rumors/theories about the vex as the main enemy post-final shape are true, and if they do learn how to simulate paracausality, maybe that does indicate that the winnower is gone for good. who knows!!

in the end, i just really love the unveiling and want the winnower to exist buuuuuut that is growing more and more unlikely lol

#destiny 2 #destiny #the witness #the winnower #the traveler #the gardener #ren.wtf

[eleemosynecdoche]

I feel like there's one of two things going on here- one is that this is hyperfitted to the specific situation of Israel and Palestine where the idea is that settlements in the West Bank and seized homes in East Jerusalem and villages abandoned in the Nakba are returned to the survivors and their descendants, which starts going all weird when you look at the United States or Canada. Two is that there's a straightforward assumption that dispossessing the overwhelming majority of all land ownership in those countries and the overwhelming majority of all housing ownership would be a straightforward and simple process that would only remove people voluntarily, which I think is straightforwardly stupid on its face and assumes that the destruction of the United States or Canada as a government and its transformation into any kind of indigenous polity or set of polities could be done quickly in its background.

I strongly believe that this assumption is conditioned on the underlying belief that indigenous people in the Americas, or North America north of the Rio Grande, lived outside of history until history was violently imposed on them, such that the concept of land back is intrinsically simple.

Anyways, all of this is rather silly because while the "question of black nationhood" may be complicated, that's only relevant if you understand the Americas post-decolonization as necessarily existing in a form where nationhood is highly salient to political existence. Outside of those assumptions, the majority of decolonial discourse I am personally familiar with understands black Americans as not settlers because black Americans were primarily, even overwhelmingly, not voluntary arrivals. They, like indigenous Americans and a subset of Mexican-Americans, are what are called "caste minorities" sometimes in the sociological literature- they were incorporated into American society by force and as designated inferiors. (Decolonial discourses tend to treat all Latine Americans who aren't specifically identified as indigenous/indio as settlers, in my experience, but that's another matter.)

So within these discourses, decolonization is understood as against settler colonialism and the violence and transformations of decolonization are aimed at settlers and settler society- white, East, Southeast, and South Asians, Middle East and North Africans- who arrived voluntarily and became part of the settler society by choice. There's a kind of transformation, maybe by a game of Telephone, maybe an actual shift in discourse, which seems to have shifted matters more towards decolonization as promulgation of indigeneity, but I don't think it's all that developed.

(There are of course arguments that what "land back" means is something other than a transfer in possession of rights over the uses of land, what "property rights" really means, which can happen without real dispossession, but I don't find that credible as anything other than a dodge.)

#horribly long post

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 100

Who here likes big beefy gals?  Because the Tournament of Power is servin’ ‘em up!

Cripes, the ToP stage is enormous!  I guess I never understood just how big it’s supposed to be, but that’s the big column in the center of it, and I always thought it was maybe twenty feet across, tops.  But no, it’s probably more like a hundred feet, at least.  Every time they show wide shots of this thing, you can’t see any people on it, and I always assumed they just couldn’t be bothered to animate little figures on the platform, but apparently it’s just because the fighters would be too small to see from that far away. 

Anyway, Krillin got eliminated last episode, so in this episode his teammates react to the loss by griping about him.  Never mind that he saved 18′s bacon and eliminated two opponents.  18 complains about him too, but we all know she’s not serious about it.  That’s just some sort of kinky thing they do.

Vegeta is still fighting “Botamogetta”, and he’s just as irritated about it as I am.

Not far away, Cabba takes out two guys, knocking them on opposite directions, yet somehow eliminating them both.  You would think one of them would have been sent towards the middle of the stage, but considering how big this thing is, maybe it’s not so hard to swallow that they’re fighting close enough to the edge that Cabba has his back to the center and he can push both fighters over.  Murisam is the red kickboxer guy on the left and Nigrissi is the blue guy on the right

Meanwhile, Hit finishes off that stupid robot dude U3 pinned all their hopes and dreams on.  His limbs are useless, but he still has some sort of cannon in his chest, but Hit uses his time skip thing to knock him out of bounds before he can fire. Narirama is out. 

But not everyone from Universe 6 is doing so well, as Kale gets double-teamed by Napapa, the pig-man sumo dude, and Methiop, who looks like some sort of Star Wars alien.  They just toy with Kale and use her as a punching bag, which seems like a really stupid way to play this tournament.  I mean, there’s a time limit, and about fifty opponents to worry about, and if you lose your universe gets erased.  If Kale isn’t a threat, then they should just toss her out and move on. 

By the time they do toss her out, Caulifla jumps in to make the save.  It’s sort of like how Krillin saved 18, except the angle of Caulifla’s motion really strains the credibility of the whole no-flying rule.  She would have had to get ready to jump before they threw her, in which case you’d think she would have just fired a ki blast at them instead. 

So Caulifla goes Super Saiyan and brings the pain.  See, I told you this guy looked like a Star Wars alien.  Could this be Glup Shitto?  Well, no, his name’s Methiop, but there are whispers in Jabba’s Palace that Glup Shitto uses many aliases.  On Nar Shadda, he operates under the name “Nip Tittle”. 

Napapa tries to sumo his way out of this mess, but before he can push Caulifla out of the ring, she brings him to a stop and suplexes his ass!  Cool!  Napapa doesn’t fall out, but he probably wishes he had, since his head smashes straight into this ultra-dense material so hard that it breaks apart underneath him. 

Caulifla is confused, because Kale’s Super Saiyan form is incredible, but it’s like she doesn’t even know how to use it.  She gives Kale a pep talk, and then suggests they try taking out that old guy over there. 

Wait, who the hell is this guy?  I swear, they made up so many goofy characters for this tournament that I can’t keep track of it all, and I’m literally writing all this down!  Okay... according to the Dragon Ball Wiki, this is “Son Goku”, and he’s with Universe 7.  He’s a Saiyan too, because that’s what passes for originality in this show.   Sheesh, what’s next?

Caulifla wants Goku to show her how to do that Super Saiyan Blue thing he used to defeat Universe 9 earlier, but Goku doesn’t think she’s prepared for that level.  That offends Caulifla, who tries to power up and show Goku what she can really do, but she ends up getting so dummy thicc that she loses all her speed.

So Goku shows her Super Saiyan 2 to point her in the right direction.  This episode doesn’t quite get the hair right, but this shot looks good to me, so that’s all I need.  Mmm-hmm.  Super Saiyan 2 Goku.  Nice.

So Caulifla tries to match the form and pulls it off.  I like this better than her SSJ1 hair, so this is great. 

I really, really, really like the bonding going on with Goku and Caulifla in this arc.  The whole Cabba/Vegeta relationship really doesn’t do anything for me, what with Vegeta being all snooty and Cabba calling him “Master” like the dog from “Up”.  But this, this works.  Goku’s this middle-aged dork and this young dork shows up and goes “hey, show me how to dork!” and he shows her and they start being dorks together.  He’s supposed to eliminate her from the tournament but he doesn’t even care because he enjoys the time he’s spending with her. 

Look at these lovable goofs.

Well, Kale’s looking, but she doesn’t like what she sees.  She tries to shoot a ki blast to support Caulifla, but it just looks awkward and clingy.  They’re trying to have a cool Super Saiyan 2 fight here.  Kale’s just in the way, but she’s always been there to help Caulifla, because she’s her “one and only”, which is totally a thing straight women say about their straight women friends.  But now Caulifla doesn’t seem to even notice Kale anymore.  She’s too busy with her new pal, as they admire each other’s cool SSJ2 hair, and that’s the last straw...

BWAAAAAHHHH! 

“Hey, that’s really neat how you powered up like that!  How’d you make your hair gree--?”

“OH SHIT SHE’S KICKING MY ASS!”

Okay, so we all know what’s going on here.  They came up with Kale as a way to tap into the popularity of Broly.  Specifically, the 1993 version of Broly, since the “Dragon Ball Super: Broly” movie was still a couple of years away. 

The problem is that Z-Broly was never canon, so in the continuity of this episode, Goku and Vegeta never met Broly or even heard of the guy, so there’s no one around to say “Hey, this Kale lady is a lot like that Broly guy we fought once!”  The closest they can come to acknowledging the reference is to have Vegeta speculate that Kale’s brutish form might be the “legendary Super Saiyan form our ancestors spoke of.”

“And that’s how you make my special secret sauce.  If you tell anyone the recipe, I’ll kill you where you stand.  Got it?”

“Hmmph!  Fine!  I wasn’t paying attention anyway.”

“Can I have another cookie?”

“For the last time, yes!  Now, what else was I gonna tell you two?  Oh, right, I can get all jacked up and turn kind of lime green.  It’s not much good in a fight, but it’s kind of fun to do.  My wife loves it, so you know, if you’re looking to spice things up in the bedroom...”

“Oh yeah, I remember now.  Those cookies were awesome!  I wonder if-- OH NO!”

“I’m sorry, Chi-Chi.  We’ll have to find some other way to make your bedroom spicy, because I’ve got to take this big lady down before she blows up the whole universe--!”

“--MM SHMT SHM KMCKMNG MM MPPH!”

Eventually Kale loses control to the point where she forgot she was mad at Goku and starts blasting everyone everywhere.  This episode fucking rules.

Everyone else in the tournament takes a face full of green ki blasts, including Methiop, who kind of instigated this whole mess.   Have fun riding the pine, idiot!

This dinosaur man from the Pride Troopers tries to capture Kale with his Wonder Woman lasso. 

It doesn’t work, which is why he makes this face.

Vewon from Universe 11 is eliminated.

Caulifla seems to enjoy all this mayhem, until Hit reminds her that if Kale kills anyone during this rampage, she’ll be disqualified.  So Caulifla calls out to Kale, asking her to “tone it down.”  Nice try.

Kale busts through some rubble towards Caulifla, and I’m not sure if Kale was attacking Caulifla or someone else.  But before we can find out, Jiren steps in and...

... stops Kale.  There’s not much more to say.  He fires one shot at her and while Kale doesn’t fall out of the ring....

... She does seem to have all the fight knocked out of her.  So the crisis is abated, for now at least.

Maybe Jiren might have followed up by eliminating Kale properly, but before he can consider this, Goku steps up to him like “Ooh, ooh!  Do me next!”

Tumblr keeps putting this video at the bottom, so I guess I’ll just bow to fate.  Here’s KISS to play us out with “Domino”.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #tournament of power #reference #grannys secret sauce

[sprinklecipher]

What do you call That Bug? Bug Map Survey Results

I recently collected a bunch of data on the names used for a particular kind of cricket-like North American bug (pictured below) with the goal of trying to make a dialect map, and the (initial) results are in!

I’ll go through the results from the survey in detail below,  but please note that survey submissions remain open for possible future updates, so if you didn’t participate in the survey before but would like to, you can find the survey here.

That Bug

To try to minimize bias towards the various names for the relevant bug, I will refer to the kind of bug the survey is about as “That Bug” or “The Bug.”

For reference, here’s the list of names for That Bug that I included in the survey, each of which was mentioned as a vernacular term for The Bug by at least 2 plausibly credible sources:

Child of the Earth Devil's baby Jerusalem cricket Potato bug Sand cricket Sand puppy Stone cricket Skull cricket

 Quick Caveat

A major assumption of the current analyses is that respondents selected “I am unfamiliar with this bug” if they were unfamiliar with That Bug, and, correspondingly, that any terms that respondents selected actually reflect terms that they are familiar with and would use. It’s possible that some respondents might not have actually recognized That Bug but selected one or more of the options anyway, which I do not have the data to test for directly. I suspect the term “potato bug” might have been selected occasionally by respondents who had heard the term being used in reference to a different kind of bug (as both roly polies and Colorado potato beetles are colloquially known by that name), which would mean that “potato bug” may have been selected more often than it “should” have. This is just a hunch, however.

Sample

A total of 291 respondents completed the survey by the cutoff date for the current sample (April 30, 2023), with 254 of those respondents being from the US, 7 from Canada, 7 from the UK, 5 Australia, and 13 from other countries that had less than 5 responses each (for a total of 32 responses from countries other than the US). Five respondents did not provide any location-related information.

(For the record, the sample skews so heavily American because I blazed the post advertising the survey to a US target audience, since That Bug is a North American insect.)

For the American respondents, 71 were from Western states, 52 were from the Midwest, 47 were from the Northeast, 80 were from the South, and 2 were from the non-continental US, based on the US Census definitions for those regions. Two respondents indicated that they were from the US but did not provide any additional region-level information. Note that a small handful of respondents mentioned being from multiple different states. For the sake of consistency, such respondents were grouped according to the first state that they listed.

 Familiarity with That Bug

Respondents were considered “familiar” with That Bug for the purposes of this analysis if they did not select the “I am unfamiliar with this bug” option AND provided at least one “valid” name for That Bug, either by selecting one of the pre-existing name options or by specifying something in the “other” field that could be reasonably understood as a name specifically referring to the relevant bug. “Other” responses that were overly vague (e.g., simply “cricket”) or that referred to a different kind of bug (e.g., “mole cricket”*) were considered “irrelevant” for the purposes of this definition.

*Here’s a link to a video of a mole cricket burrowing into some dirt. It’s not really relevant to this post, I just think it’s neat :) Anyway, I can definitely see how someone could mistake That Bug for a mole cricket—they look fairly similar, especially from the photo provided in the survey

By this definition, 101 respondents were familiar with The Bug and 190 respondents were unfamiliar with it, for an overall total of 34.7% of respondents being familiar with The Bug.

Among American respondents, the familiarity rate was 37.0%, while for non-American respondents it was 18.8%.

Overall familiarity rates by US region are depicted in the graph below:

Statistically, the South and West have significantly higher familiarity rates than do the Midwest, Northeast, or non-American regions (which do not differ). It’s probably worth mentioning that That Bug’s natural range is mostly restricted to the Western states within the US, at least as far as I have been able to discern.

Here’s the familiarity rates by geographic subregion (although note that the sample sizes start to get pretty small here, so take them with a grain of salt):

To sum up, only just over a third of the sample were familiar with That Bug, although the familiarity rate varies substantially by region. But, among those who are familiar with The Bug, what names did they call it?

Names for That Bug

The following graph depicts the pattern of responses across all completed surveys:

A strong majority of respondents selected “I am unfamiliar with this bug” and nothing else.

Restricting the graph to respondents who were familiar with The Bug (as defined previously) produces the following:

Most respondents who were familiar with That Bug referred to it as a “Jerusalem Cricket” and nothing else (40/101, 39.6% of “familiar” respondents), with the second most common response pattern being “Potato Bug” only (21/101, 20.8%). Interestingly, the third most common response pattern was the specific combination of “Jerusalem Cricket” AND “Potato Bug” (16/101, 15.8%). The remaining name options (and combinations thereof) occurred relatively infrequently among responses.

Adding up the number of occurrences of each name among familiar respondents (which takes into account cases where multiple names were selected) produces the following graph:

Some Notable “Other” responses:

One respondent entered “Kudüs cırcır böceği,” which to my understanding is the Turkish for “Jerusalem cricket.” I was unsure of whether I should count it towards “Jerusalem cricket” or not, but I ultimately decided not to. If you disagree with that decision, pretend that the “Jerusalem cricket” counter is 1 higher for all graphs that include the non-USA data One respondent entered “Satan’s fetus,” which I initially thought was a joke, but after looking into it a little, there is evidence that “Satan’s fetus” is actually another existing vernacular name for That Bug. Neat! Also notable among the “other” responses entered, one respondent noted that they and some other people that they know refer to That Bug as a “jailbug”, due to its stripes. I absolutely love that as a name for The Bug and would love for it to be adopted more widely. Regardless of whether it’s widely used enough to qualify as a regional name, it will always be a name for That Bug in my heart :)

In summary, “Jerusalem cricket” is the most commonly used name overall, and occurred a little over 50% more frequently than did the second-most-common term, “Potato bug,” which in turn occurred about three times as frequently as did the third-most-common term, “Sand cricket.” But, does this pattern hold across regions?

Names for That Bug by Region

(Note that all of the analyses in this section include data from “familiar” respondents only—which is to say that respondents who selected the “I am unfamiliar with this bug” option or who only provided an “invalid” response have been excluded.)

Here are the names selected for That Bug, broken out by region:

For all major regions of the US, “Jerusalem cricket" was the most commonly used name for That Bug, followed by “Potato bug”. Other terms were uncommon, although a couple of apparent regional differences emerged. In particular, “Child of the Earth” occurred exclusively in the West (where it was selected by 3 respondents, for a selection rate of 9.7% among familiar respondents). Additionally, “sand cricket,” was chosen by Southern respondents more frequently compared to respondents from other regions (6 occurrences, 16.7% of “familiar” respondents).

That Bug was rarely familiar to non-American respondents, but “potato bug” was the most commonly used term among that subpopulation (with 2 responses). “Jerusalem cricket”, “sand cricket”, and “sand puppy” were also each selected an additional time by non-Americans, as was the previously mentioned Turkish phrase “Kudüs cırcır böceği” (which, if counted as equivalent to “Jerusalem cricket” would eliminate the very slight preference for “potato bug” among non-American respondents).

Here's a map with a brief summary of responses per region (US only):

Sample sizes become quite small when looking at US subregions, but, for reference, here’s the relevant graph:

Interestingly, the pattern observed for the broad Census regions (Jerusalem cricket > Potato bug, by a moderately large margin) does not consistently hold among individual subregions. Notably, the subregions vary widely with respect to how frequently “potato bug” was selected relative to “Jerusalem cricket”, with some regions showing only a slight preference for “Jerusalem cricket” over “potato bug” (South Atlantic, East South Central, Pacific West, New England), while “Jerusalem cricket” was substantially favored in others (West South Central, West North Central, Mountain West). The East North Central subregion of the Midwest in particular was notable for showing a slight preference for “Potato bug” over “Jerusalem cricket”, in contrast to any other US region.

Do these differences reflect true regional dialect patterns or is this just random noise? I unfortunately don’t know the answer to that, but I am intrigued.

In any case, here’s a map depicting the pattern of responses by subregion (although, again, please note that the sample sizes per subregion are generally tiny, especially when restricted to familiar respondents only, so take the subregional patterns with a major grain of salt!):

Summary and Conclusions

That Bug is relatively obscure, with only a minority of respondents (roughly a third, overall) being familiar with it. “Jerusalem cricket” can probably be considered the most uncontroversial name for That Bug, as it was selected by a majority of respondents who were familiar with The Bug and was the dominant name for The Bug in almost every region and subregion investigated here. “Potato bug” was also commonly selected as a name for it, although much less frequently than “Jerusalem cricket.” All other possible names were uncommon and potentially regional.

Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the survey! And special thanks in particular to everyone who commented about their experiences with (or general reaction to) That Bug, or who left some kind words. To all the entomologists, aspiring entomologists, and general bug enthusiasts: it was wonderful reading about your love of little critters like That Bug. Reading the comments genuinely made my day :)

As I mentioned up top, the survey remains open, so you can still participate if you’d like to! I can’t guarantee that I will publish updated results, but I would like to revisit this topic in the future with more data. I’d love to see if the subregion trends hold up, and if I ever got a lot more data, I might even be able to look at state-level trends (although I’m almost certainly being too ambitious thinking about that!).

That’s all for now—take care and have a great day! ~

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[paperstarwriters]

hey i’m the anon who sent in that long critical ask to the queer characters blog; what discord harassment group is that other guy talking about 😭 sorry to use you as a go between, but multiple people can have the same criticisms of a piece of media. hello?? i haven’t interacted with the arcana fandom since i was in high school, i usually just block and move on if random people put it on my dash. if i sounded like i was upset or heated it’s because the arcana is like bordering on being a trigger for me lmfao but i don’t endorse harassment campaigns

anyway, in regards to the bird thing — it harkens back to the historical antisemitic jew nose/hawk nose imagery used prolifically by the nazis. and julian’s normal nose is already drawn rather large and hooked, and i’ve seen jewish arcana fans say that his design in general makes them uncomfortable, especially since this game is written/developed by goyim. red hair, sleepy eyes, hooked nose; all rather stereotypically caricature-esque features. also portia and the mother character whose name i forget fall into antisemitic design/personality stereotypes as well. uh i wish i could link you some academic articles or readings or something but i’m kind of worried tumblr is going to eat this ask if i keep leaving it idling in another tab LMFAO, if i can i really would like to dig up some actual texts about it, but um i’ve mostly just heard personal anecdotal evidence about the bird depictions being linked to antisemitism which is kind of hard to find and link as a credible source. but imo i don’t think it’s hard to link the whole bird motif thing to the antisemitic jew nose stereotype?

and to address the point of engaging with the fandom — i mean do what you want but i personally don’t really see any merit in the actual game when you strip away all the awful stuff, and to build a fandom around that and continue to promote/bring publicity to the game feels. icky. sort of like HP enjoyers, in that you can denounce the problematic aspects of it all you want, but you’re still banding around the dumpster fire and warming your hands on it, you know? maybe the new content brings more to the table, i left right about when the first three routes were ending, but. last i was there, idk what of the game/plot are left when you ignore all the shit.

anyway um finally i don’t mean any of this as like. attacking or harassing anyone. i don’t usually do things like this, usually i just block and move on, but (in regards to the queer character blog i sent the original ask to) my hackles sort of raised when i saw someone mention wanting to promote the game. people deserve to know what they’re getting into and i don’t want any poc/jewish people/abuse survivors/etc getting blindsided by the content in what markets itself to be a pretty fantasy otome game

Hello! thank you very, very much for the information! As for your questions and comments, the discord harassment group, I can only povide anacdodal points to this as I wasn't a part of the discord group, but I belive what happened was that someone had taken the position that shipping two characters was morally wrong—the ship between Asra and Julian specifically I belive, and they started a whole harassment campaign towards an individual who shipped the two of them together, but through an entirely new au exploring the uncertainty of a relatioinship without explicitly accusing one side or the other (again, anecdotal, I haven't exactly read that yet, so I can't exactly conform currently.) And while their point on the toxicity or racist undertones of the ship was likely well-founded, they went too far, accusing the person who shipped Asra and Julian to multiple other bad actions which were eventually revealed as false.

but yeah, 100% two people can have the same two critiques of a media and one can express those critiques in a more harmful way than the other.

As for the points about continuing to engage with the game I do agree that it can feel discomforting to continue to connect to media that has this many problematic issues, and while yes continuing to engage in bad media or bad pieces of work can be discomforting because of it's origin, there are still people who found a lot of worth and comfort certain aspects of the story. Personally I never engaged as much with Julian or Portia or their respective routes so I cannot say for certain, but in Muriel's route, the story is a little different thatn the initial three, and there are some clear gaps that can be explored more or simple traits that can be engaged with in a better light which can foster discussion rather than present a bad steryotype. Again, this may not be as easily applicable to Julian or Portia since they embody steryotypes and thus may require more adjustments in order to move beyond those steryotypes but it is still something to be considered.

Furthermore, at least part of why continuing to engage with fandoms like Harry potter may be discomfroting is that the problematic creators continuet to get revenue for their creation, Nyx hydra has since disbanded and while Dorian has put little effort into considering or developing awareness of these characters and their problems they at the very least were not the one to create the problematic traits of the characters. It is still a little bit of a questionable group but besides vibes, and the possibility of using ai art I cannot say anything for certian.

My arguements are not encouraging you by any means to re-join or re-engage with the fandom, it's mostly just an explanation as to why I'm still here or why other people may still be here too, but I do agree that people should be aware that there are many problems in the game concerning representation when engaging with it, especially since it presents itself as a seemingly inclusive game. If I were younger at the release of Muriel's ending, or if I played through Asra and Julian's route then, the representation of abuse could have been..... let's just say unhelpful for me. More than anything I don't want someone else who may be in an uncomfortable situation attempt to find solace in escapism only to end up feeling worse than before at the bad represetntation, or at the fandom regurgitating this bad representation rather than trying to dismantle or change it.

Anyways, I'm sorry for dragging you back into this discussion about the Arcana for a while, especially since you mentioned that it's triggering for you. I wish you well in enjoying your other fandoms, or other forms of media.

Thank you again though, for providing me this information on the issue of bird imagery and antisemetism, and thanks for also providing the info about Julian, Portia and Mazlinka and their steyrotypical representation I will take care with writing them if I ever chose to do so.

I do belive you were justified in your concern at promoting the game, but I also thank you for emphasizing that you didn't want to attack or harass anyone who does enjoy this content despite it's many problems and flaws.

#answering asks #Anonymous #the arcana #antisemitism #representation #julian devorak #portia devorak

[hologramcowboy]

I honestly thought you were a bitter Jared stan posing as a Jensen fan in order to get more credibility to trash Jensen but your post about "not being worthy of meeting Jensen" gave me doubts, I got some actual conflicted love vibes. So I got an advice, if your behaviour here gives you any kind of struggle step back. Sometimes we have to face stuff that makes us uncomfortable to better ourselves and the world but your blog here doesn't make you a better person neither it makes the world better, it should be only for fun. If this "fun" isn't funny anymore but it makes you feel guilty and unworthy step back and focus on things that make you feel well. By the way I agree you are too critical, if you're not a hater in disguise then the excessive criticism is out of parasocializing too much, often you talk as if you know his family and him personally and that should be a red flag to yourself. Anyway you aren't unworthy to meet him, any person is worthy to meet another person if the occasion arises and if both of them are decent toward each other during the meeting, nobody is so special that meeting him is a privilege.

Anon, I would appreciate screenshots of where I talk about him and his family as if I know them because you lost me completely on that one. I may know their type very well but I don't speak with familiarity, on the contrary.

I've gotten feedback on my blog from people who tell me it helps them so I am going to disagree with you on the my blog has no impact point.

Also, anything I've been critical on are things Jensen has done/said. I'm not critical just to find issues with things as AAs do, I always apply critical thinking and contrary to most of the hateful people who stalk this blog's impression, I don't take it to heart, meaning I stay light hearted. I'm tired of people trying to create huge issues over critical thinking. So sorry if I assumed wrong about your post but I just felt like reinforcing that.

You do make some very interesting points, though, especially about the parasocial relationship, food for thought. I shall do some introspection on that and on everything you've said, actually. Thank you for allowing to learn about your perspective.

#love my anons

[fideidefenswhore]

Okay I’ve been thinking about this as an alternate history thing but do you think there was a way the country/court could have sided decisively with Anne and Henry in The Great Matter? <3

Decisively? I mean, they weren't decisively against either, in the wash. There's been a real push towards rehabilitating Chapuys as a credible source, and I wouldn't go as far as to say no credence should be given towards his dispatches at all, but what's elided in this push is that the reason he's not treated as one is he so often spoke in absolutes, and the world simply does not, and did not, exist in absolutes.

To speak to one example of how history is spoken of in absolutes that weren't there...this idea that Tudor England was universally pious or 'more religious' than we are today. Granted, in general terms, we live in a more secularized society, but you look at things like parish records from the time and church attendance was at times, stunningly low, people fined for such absences, frequently. The world then was much like it was today, there were people of different denominations that were extremely devout, moderately devout, passably devout, and there were even people that didn't believe in God, or were apathetic about whether or not there was one.

As such, that's also the terms of which we should discuss the GM. There were people that were very invested, people that would Die On Their Hills, but odds are a wide swath didn't care too particularly much; it's dissent that's recorded because it's dissent that was punished, not compliance. Many that speak of the 'tyranny' of the creation of the Church of England, Henry's title as supreme authority of such, the investment of Anne as Queen and Elizabeth as heiress, elide that all of these were affirmed by Parliament. That means they had representative sanction by majority. It's the same, for that matter, to the disinheritance and illegitimacy of Mary & Elizabeth in much firmer language in 1536 than of 1534.

Anyway, for Chapuys, his absolutes also (because, well...of course they do) always have evidence to the contrary (often, even contradicted by himself):

Every man of any position here is in despair that the Pope does not proceed against the King, and that commerce is not forbidden in Flanders and Spain, knowing that if speedy remedy is not taken, nothing can be done either for the good ladies, whose lives are in danger, or for religion.

But elsewhere, Chapuys speaks of men that are in 'the Lady's party' (an earlier one was Nicholas Harvey, the husband of Bridget Wingfield, her friend, another was Nicholas Hawkins, a cleric and diplomat, just to name some outside her family). These men had titles ('of any position'). Thus, it does not compute that "every man of any position [in England]" wished for the Pope to enforce an interdict in England, for certainly those of 'the Lady's party' would not. 'Most men of any position' could be exaggeration, but 'every man' is demonstrably false.

Anyway, to answer the counterfactual of it all:

Certainly it was unpopular in some quarters regardless, so as far as I see it, there's two ways it could have been less so 1527-32:

Dark, but...Catherine dies. There's still going to some nose-holding from council even if Henry gives respectable measure to a period of mourning, those that want Henry to wed for another foreign alliance, but no one can contend that he's risking Imperial invasion by his repudiation of Charles V's aunt.

Well, the most obvious one: Clement declares the union invalid on the grounds of some flaw in the dispensation, etc. This might not actually make Henry feel totally secure, though (he was still hoping for this as possibility as late as 1533); and there is an intriguing possibility that we would still see similar political moves regardless as an 'insurance policy' of sorts. There was a precedent for Popes reversing annulments, so there was always a chance that could happen.

#mihrsuri