#i have like no idea what that means im like too braindead but i just copypasted what he said LMAOOO

[twigs-sprigs]

an art trade with @galaxygermdraws

(please dont follow me for mcyt content AJHKDKWDW IM A NINJAGO ARTIST I SWEAR) but germ asked me to draw his evilworm designs in exchange for my greenflower designs...so of course.....i do it for them HAHAH here's germ's side!! he drew my boys <33

#twigs art #evilworm #evil x #evil xisuma #wormman #hermitcraft #hermitblr #“also clarify in tags that wm isnt zed jus bc some people dont get that its Not Hermitshipping if wormman ISNT zed” -germ #i have like no idea what that means im like too braindead but i just copypasted what he said LMAOOO #digital art #art #drawing #fanart #its so weird not tagging things with the usual ninjago stuff lol #hello hermitblr im just visiting u probably dont remember me but i was here for a while HAHAHA #anyway #HOPE U LIKE IT BYEEE

[luvyeni]

Hey! New to your blog but it looks wonderful and your work is addictive. Can I request a Taehyun smut where he’s a hard dom and calls you a stupid slut, dumb whore, etc. I just love the idea of Taehyun being turned on by fucking his less intelligent partner (since he’s a savant lmao) and degrading them while he absolutely ruins the reader. Like if he were to mock them and ask “you probably don’t even know what xyz is huh?” Thank you so much!

STUDY; KANG TAEHYUN

pairings. meandom!taehyun x fem!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. rough sex , heavy degradation, face fucking, facial, heavy name calling, hair pulling, unprotected sex, breeding kink, crying kink,

taehyun with parter who is less intelligent than he is *chefs kiss*

studying with taehyun turns a different way when you don't let him do what he needs to do.

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"baby , you told me we were gonna study , this isn't studying." he sighed annoyed as he moved your hand from his sweats for the nth time that night. "baby let me study for this exam." you whined. "but im needy."

"you should be studying too if you want to graduate university,you know it's not easy for you to do these exams." you pouted. "i don't understand this." he sighed again. "baby i just went over it with you, twice, let me show you once more." he reached for the paper , but you grabbed it. "i don't want to." you threw the paper to the ground. "baby." he warned , but you picked up another paper , throwing it to the floor again.

he slammed the pencil down , turning to you— the look in his made you shiver. "you can't help it, can you?" he scoffed. "fucking dumb whore." he slid his chair back , standing up so he was hovering above you.

"t..tae- shut up." he roughly grabbed your jaw. "i know there's nothing up there in that fucking head of yours and you only think with your cunt, but i need to study and i can't do that when you're trying to jerk me off." he gripped your jaw , you whined , loving the pain and pleasure ,you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

"slut, you're getting off on this." gripped your hair , holding it , using his other hand to pull his cock out through his sweats. "come on , i know you know what to do with this , it's the only thing your good at." he slapped his hard cock against your lips.

"open your fucking mouth." he groaned pushing his cock in. "s...shit , sit there and take my cock like whore i know you are." he began to roughly fuck your face , occasionally holding it against his pubic bone , you gagged around him , tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"look at you -shit- letting me use your throat like this , n..not a fucking thought in that brain of yours , only my cock, isn't that right?" he moved your head in a yes motion , you hummed around his cock.

"g..gonna -fuck- gonna cum all over your face." he held your head down once , twice , three times, before he pulled out , cum shooting from his cock landing on your face , as you cough , tears finally falling down your face.

"look at you , you look so braindead, faced covered in my cum." he let your hair go , sitting back in his seat. "come sit on my cock, face the desk." you shakily got out of your seat , slowly sitting down , his cock stretching you out. "f..fuck tae!" you moaned , trying to move , but he slapped your thighs. "did i say move? pick up the paper." you were confused.

"h..huh?" he let out a tsk , picking up the paper in front of you. "i forgot you lose the little thoughts you have left when my cock is inside you." he degrading words made you clench around him. "read the paper."

"come on baby, i wanna see you read it, if you can read it and tell me what it means, then i'll fuck you." you whined trying to move , he yanked your hair. "don't fucking dare , read it." he sat back, watching you.

"come on baby , used that brain of yours." you could care less about this stupid paper , you were covered in sweat and taehyun's cum , and you just wanted to cum too. "i...i can't." you sniffled , tears falling down your face.

"of course you can't" he bucked up into you. "only thing on your mind is my cock right?" he smirked when you nodded. "y..yess." he pulled you up , so that you were hovering over his cock, slamming you back down. "fuck, tae!" you screamed as he fucked you roughly in the seat , his cock slamming against your sweat spot repeatedly.

"good slut- s...shit - maybe you should drop out, stay here , ready for me to use whenever i want." you clenched at his words. "would you like that? to drop out and be used as my cocksleeve." he stopped thrusting , standing you both up , pushing your body against the desk , fucking into you again, the new angle had you seeing stars.

"can't read the paper , but can take cock like a champ." you felt the coil in your stomach tightening. "i can feel you about to cum, go a head and cum , so i cum in you like a good cumdump." he growled in your ear.

"t..tae , shit , im cumming!" your legs shook as you came, your legs giving up, he was basically holding you up as he plowed into you a few more times, painting your walls white. "shit! that's a good cumsleeve."

he sat down in the seat, pulling your spent body back on his cock, you whined in overstimulation. "t..tae, s..sensitive." he shrugged , he pulled out another text book.

"you're gonna sit here like a good cocksleeve and cockwarm me while i study."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #txt x reader #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt scenarios #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun smut #taehyun fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios

[nynnph0]

mini(ish)-rant on ryans death

(aka me going crazy over a two(2) decade old game and its main antagonist becuz i think i know everything bout him[slash jay])

spoiler warning for the first bioshock game

any game, and anything in general is up to the viewer to interpret. dont get me wrong, i understand that.. BUT i hate when people say "oh, ryan killed himself to prove that you/jack is a slave, and follow orders without a second thought." NO. that is a very surface level of understanding ryans speech. not much thought was used to come to that conclusion. (i mean that very light-heartedly, i promise. :( please dont take it to heart.)

the main reason andrew ryan founded rapture was to escape everything that was holding man back from his fullest potential. that was part of his ideology that he held so dear to him. freedom, just like the usa, that ryan loved once before, was a main staple to him coming up with the idea of his new city.

now, fast forwarding a while, fontaine was using plasmids to brainwash the citizens of rapture into doing his dirty work. ryan noticed this, and decided to do the same. but how he differed from fontaine was he used his plasmids to win back the population to be on his side again. he also did it so he could have an army of his own to fight against fontaine if anything goes wrong.

with the two biggest men in rapture desperately trying to control all of rapture, a lot of the people became mindless zombies, aching for more adam to aid their delusions.. aka splicers. by the time ryan realized what he had done to his people that once looked up to him, it was far too late. again, most of rapture was braindead at this point. ryan had went against his own principles and ideology just because he wanted to beat fontaine in a game of chess.

knowing this, ryan now had come up with the idea of ridding away his biggest sin. he was going to have the player(jack) kill him, as you are the perfect embodiment of the word "slave". in his own eyes, this was the only way ryan could become somewhat okay with what he did to the citizens of rapture and going against his ideals that he once cherished so dearly to him. to the point that he would die for them. which, in a way, he later did.

the end

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i was scrolling on the bioshock subreddit recently and most of the posts that i saw that were "analyzing" the "a man chooses, a slave obeys" soliloquy ryan made where only analyzing it on a very surface level. they were reading what ryan was saying, but not taking into consideration why he was saying these things.

idk it annoyed me so i wanted to make this dumb essay-esque rant to make myself feel better. im very sorry if this doesnt make sense, i didnt proof read it that much :')

#kira.txt #bioshock #bioshock 1 #andrew ryan #bioshock andrew ryan #objectivism #ayn rand #ranting #first actual post i made under the txt tag i made and its me going in a spiel about some fifty(50) sum year old man #that i dedicated the last year of my life to being obsessed over #:sobbing:

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

freakazaoids in sejm are debating funding in vitro from taxes. omg why are they like this, just bc catholic freaks dislike something for [braindead catholic reasons] doesn't mean it's good and noble and has to preserved.

"fighting inf*rtily" ummm like it's a good thing??? im lowering the birthrates right now using my psionic powers and i'm making ppl infertile too, it's for the greater good

you can't get p******t? i'm afraid you have no choice but to kill yopurself then :( since your only mission in life appears to be br**ding... but make sure to kill your useless h*sband first, it's his fault anyway, and you should blame him for your failure bc as you can see his sp*rm is absolutely worthless.

i don't want to ever pay a single penny for someone's frivolous and unnecessary whims like b*rthing a ch*ld they can't c*nceive xD i don't care that it's expensive. you don't need to b*rth a ch*ld to survive

you have to be extremely weak willed to succumb to the r*production insticnt

tw tumblr's idea of what #eugenics is but if you can't have a child then it's for a reason and it should stay this way lol

#moje #tw negativity #tw implied heterosexual intercourse #tw reproduction mention

[stay-midnight]

hello hello again hehe

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seungmin ficc ! ! (and just the title sounds hot omg -) our resident sir/master that gets people on their knees with a stare

ahhh snowswept tails 🤧 predator and prey + some fox magic...question is what kind of magic though like something that would make the reader hypersensitive to jeongin's touches, some consensual hypnotizing, or something that makes the reader feel some type of heat to emulate an omega for jeongin like 🤐🤐🤐 (maybe even the kind of fox magic that could make another jeongin, an illusion with mass kind of thing or idk but getting spitroasted by 2 jeongins is-)

i feel like brat taming could also work in divine amusement...the servant of the god of order wouldn't submit to the god of mischief easy...dirty talk too, imo the reader gives the vibe of being proud of serving under the god of order so jisung would just absolutely ruin him, aftercare could involve jisung not pulling out and just running his mouth on how the reader serves him now while taking care of him.

i also imagine that what seals the deal is jisung going over to lord bang with servant reader on a leash (consesually hehe), inviting over seungmin the devil, (cause ofc, the devil and the god of mischief would be friends) and having a foursome that includes humiliating both of those that represent order (chan and reader)

seungmin making the lord of order submit to him while jisung shows off his new servant that once served under order, heck both the devil and the god of mischief taking turns with the reader on their knees in front of lord bang is 😃🤐 (plus points if they make lord bang fuck his own servant for even more humiliation, then fuck chan after, cause switch chan and seungchan>>>>>)

In heart to heart, i'd like to ask on what's the general plot in mind for it? Since it was intended as a valentines special, i'm assuming its King Felix taking an interest in royal gardener reader cause he has never once really interacted with reader which causes interest or is feeling lust towards the reader. If it's the latter then would it involve changing King Felix into a better person due to the reader's influence and or the reader making sure Felix makes up for being a terrible king. And i'm pretty sure it wouldn't be the lust one cause smut wouldn't happen between them i think- at least at the start (reader dislikes king felix and if felix were to ask reader to have sex with him immediately, it would put reader in a position wherein they couldn't say no for fear of execution so that would lean into dubcon/noncon that are nopes for your riles which is understandable !) Alos King Felix in an Alice in Wonderland theme is mwah mwah for originality cause its such a good concept 🤯

also sorry if these asks come off as annoying or something-you did say that you enjoy fic talk but i don't want to seem like i'm constantly pushing ideas/hc's in your face 😔💞

hi mystery annonie! fic talk again w/ at 2:33 am this is like the ending to my day 🎉🌱!

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seungmin fic yeah! puppy best boy! If you're talking bout the title in my upcoming works list i actually changed it 😭 cuz like,,, i started it from scratch so the draft with that title is still on my drafts but i prolly wont continue it or release it as my unreleased draft series cuz 😭 i mean its cuz im already remaking it! i agree 🤧 seungmin is the most sir out of all of em and idk why he even gives that vibe 😭

snowswept tails really out here making me want to complete both for the smut and the world building! hmmmm as a mythical creature his magic should be able to make reader hypersensitive, horny as fuck (viagra/aphrosidiac in a snap of a finger), oh defo the omega emulation (i feel like ive read that in a fic before its like really familiar), consensual hypnotizing yes! though ill be so confused on how to write it, the illusion thing i can also see it happening omg like imagine going braindead with 2 jeongins cuz i would defo 🤧! Some other thoughts for the smut would be like sex by the fireplace, angry sex with jeongin, ooh what if like reader houses another skz member that got lost and like jeongin gets jealous cuz the reader's attention is on them! 😭

Defo, Jisung would literally make reader submit, and jisung with blowjobs and literally shoving his yk down their throats like while mocking the reader and reader just cant help but gurgle! Dirty talk and degradation is a must with ji, ji fic are barely complete without it, and yes omg, Ji would definitely say something like "If only your Lord Bang could see you now, kneeling for one of the gods he despises the most." no cuz aftercare with Jisung would just consists of him annoying and running his mouth against reader about how he should just stay in this city.

Leash play with God Jisung 😍! But yes, though it is the most tiring to write a foursome (ehem bloody birthday, ily but god you were a bitch to write still the 1.3k notes still shocks me to this very day) its hot like Jisung and Seungmin the deadly duo making the order scums submit HSBSNXNXNSSN LIKE?! i just feel like Chan would be the most embarrassed and since leash play is mentioned blindfolds cant be forgotten cuz those go hand in hand! Seungmin would literally wreck Chan in front of reader in the most humiliating way possible as to set an example that order isn't a solution to everything 🤐 Reader would watch as even his god doesnt have perfect order (blasphemy against lord bang 🤧) And yes, Chan would be questioning what he stands for as he watches as his servant gets wrecked (a special someone is also watching from far away on their own city, during acts like this we cant forget the god of lust and desires 🐱🫢 he was suppose to actually make an appearance in the fic)

Heart to Heart was supposed to have King Felix first stare down at a trembling in fear reader while he knelt at feet of the throne. King Felix would like be a bit suspicious of reader and goes far to even ask if he was an accomplice of Alister (Alice in the fic) ofc reader would say no etc but the general idea is like after the confrontation, King Felix would find himself roaming the royal gardens more cuz the reader really caught his eye both in suspicion and like interest. SOMETHING LIKE THAT ?!?! it isnt fully thought out yet but thats the general idea, smut wouldn't consist of like dc or nc but rather it would be a romantic burn style, King Felix would still be notorious for being a terrible king but towards reader he is soft and slowly correct his decisions.. Like that! Chains are a must in this smut, sex in a maze hedge in the garden 🤔

Nah I love asks like this! It keeps my brain running but i feel like its gonna get so long soon 😭

#midnight rants #midnight asks #mystery anonnie

[miracleandplagueau]

Some more questions!

1-is Emilie gonna be relevant in your AU?

2-Since there's no sentimonster Adrien, are you gonna make the twin alliances still relevant? Do you plan to change their story?

3-since Fu won't be choosing the main heroes, the secondary heroes will ALSO be chosen by the kwamis or will Fu let the main holders choose them?

4-Do you plan to utilize things from S5 in the AU? Maybe from S6 too when it releases?

5-What is the character you think you'll enjoy writing the most?

1. I'm definitely giving her more exposure and moments to build up Gabriel and his motivation + she will be more important in the finale quite a bit, but she will be mentioned quite a lot in Agreste-oriented episodes (The Bubbler, Gorizilla,...)

2. I have... No idea what that is I haven't gotten to that part in my rewatch yet LMAO I'll try to remember to mention it when I get to it, but If you mean the alliance rings, they're getting yeeted out the window

3. In Tikki and Plagg's case, It was Fu's intention to give them to them permanently or at least until the Monarch's defeat. In others, they're chosen as helpers or temporary heroes so they're not given that much of a choice. Then again, as I said it "soulmate" thing is going on so perhaps they are just fated to meet and cooperate :)

4. HA no I highly doubt it. I will likely be taking a single moment from the leaks, but other than that I'm just going to ignore s5's existence.

Also I'm just. Genuinely stopping with watching after Gabriel stops being the villain 🙈 Im not about to get attached to another braindead "boo hoo my wife is dead" bbg

5. Oh LILA and Adrien for sure. Monarch too likely For Lila, I love villanous characters and I already look like a maniac connecting the pieces from certain episodes to make her actions make sense in terms of trickery of others, but for Adrien. Oh Adrien, my sweet summer child. His connection to the series' main villain has to be explored in depth. Plus.. I may or may not have given him a little inner conflict and I just can't wait to explore it.

<3

#au #miraculous au #miraculous lb #miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #miracle and plague #miraculous #miraculous ladybug au #answered

[basslinegrave]

opened freddit after ages (regret) and theres a post about uhh book lore aside, sl taking place before fnaf1 and uhh william being springlocked before that and im like huh? i thought he got springlocked right after fnaf1 in 93 cause he dismantles the fnaf1 animatronics so how the fuck would that even work man. what are even discussing here.

im a believer in two fnaf things, one being that fnaf1 and SL happened very close to each other if not at once (or more specifically, william would free the souls and get springlocked around the time michael would go down, though some of my own ideas dont go well together) and second, bite of 87 was chica, not mangle, with the small beak frontal lobe theory it sounds more fun

and as for the fnaf4 experiments i prefer gas over discs hovewer the discs might be a thing if i count in the virtual reality the pizzaplex is in..

or the true ending, everything after pizzasim is a different alternate universe and is just branching off and is more tied to books than previous games, idk

to add a thought about the dismantling and sl, part of me thinks will and mike had an agreement to each go to these locations but i dont think william would do it to free the souls he just wanted to get rid of the animatronics methinks.. also thinking he would send michael down for a certain death but the turntables.... michael getting out of it and will himself getting springlocked but its kinda.. i dont know man

what i dont like right now is that having the springlocking and scooping happen at the same time kinda takes away from each as theyre big events

but yea! i think it makes slightly more sense for post fnaf1 /springlock scene to happen before SL. and fnaf1 def takes place in the 90s and william gets springlocked then. if any of the books now say the pizzaplex is built in the 20s it doesnt automatically have to mean he got springlocked earlier.. pizzasim is prob set in the 20s too and the pizzaplex can happen at any time after that really, most likely not Too far into the future, as they would probably be covering up the old buildings..... hm, in the rare case of henry making it thru, or planning beforehand, i wonder if he does have something to do with mxes, i like that theory. and to end on a braindead take, what william has to do with mxes :] hey, steelwool bringing burntrap and then retconning it to mimic same with glitchtrap, i dont think it was planned, MAYBE, but i think they also want to keep bringing will back. if nothing else, beta mxes entity is proof to me, that thing is so fazbear frights afton coded

no to me that IS afton. thats him 100% his ghost or something. absolutely no idea how it fits with mxes but the beta design is william nothing will change my mind

edit: after a painful nap i also gotta add that no i dont think mimic is a retcon entirely, its just some parts, i think it was hinted but just very lightly to thw point the fandom convinced itself (and me) that glitchtrap is afton for no reason, but i feel like after seeing the burntrap hate they retconned him to just gregorys fantasy/imagination so we dont have another afton situation

AND YET they kept dlcrabbit in the files. inchresting

#i need dawko to read these books and make sense of it cause hes like the only person i trust with theories atp #matpat is making shit up constantly and i tried to give him a chance again #but he is seriously doubting matthew is william and that steve raglan is a new character like ???????? #fnaf #dont read

[elysianslove]

Which of the haikyuu men would enjoy getting choked the most? And which one should would prefer choking? I love your writing hehe

ugh this ASK. also thank u sm lovely <333 

warning; choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER CHOKING 

iwaizumi hajime

ugh first person that popped up in my head. loves to see his much larger hand wrapped so tight around your throat, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner. 

miya atsumu

this bitch fucking loves it. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3

tsukishima kei

omg... loves to humiliate the shit out of you. “this gets you off? you like it when i’m rough? dirty, dirty.” he makes you feel so awful about it, but that’s only outwardly. he can’t help but adore how perfectly your throat rests in his hands, the way you lean so leniently into his touch, how responsive you are, how braindead you get from just that one action. loves to choke you when you’re sitting spread out between his legs, a mirror preferably before you, one hand between your legs, toying with you, the other wrapped gently around your throat. he doesn’t need to have a tight hold to keep you in check after all :) 

suna rintarō 

oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all!!! the time!!! does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and his cock’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight !!!!!!!!!! 

matsukawa issei 

are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man. his fingers are so long and thick and his hands are so big, and his fingers are always, always adorned with silver and black rings. when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. he loves to do it as he’s fucking into you, just grabbing your neck, gripping your throat tightly and just forcing you to tilt your head back and consequently arching your back into him and he just goes, “atta girl,” or something like that. but !!! he also just ,,, he makes you choke on his fingers basically, and the rings he wears are always glistening with your spit and he’s always grinning so wildly when you cough and gag ugh

bokuto kōtarō 

shit he loves it. LOVES IT. like grabbing your throat with both his hands and squeezing loves it. bokuto gets lost in his pleasure and seeing yours so easily that when it comes to choking, it’s instinctive. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of ,,, not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! he just loves the sight and feel of pounding into you and bending you in half as he squeezes at your throat and derives you of oxygen. just that dependency on him. he lives for it. 

konoha akinori 

he teases, he teases so much. when he chokes you, it’s much more for show and for the idea of it than the actual action. like you get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. he just thinks you look so stunning like that, all for him. and he loves it when you personally grab his hand and bring it up to your neck, all bashful and shit it drives him insane he won’t be able to stop smirking at you ugh. 

sugawara kōshi 

this sadist shit knows what he’s doing when he chokes you, and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know shit as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just, “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?” 

HONORARY MENTIONS; daichi sawamura, semi eita, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurō, kyōtani kentarō, aran ojirō, sakusa kiyoomi, meian shūgo, (possibly) kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirō, (sometimes) satori tendō, timeskip!hinata shōyō

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER GETTING CHOKED 

miya osamu 

hear me out. osamu loves when you ride him, like it might be one of his favorite positions ever. everything about it is so perfect to him. and although he’s naturally more dominant in bed, having your hand slither up to rest around his throat is so. electrifying to him. especially if you’re even slightly smaller than him, specifically your hands!! like there’s no way you can actually dominate him but— it still feels like he’s in power, but he’s completely putty in your hands too. idk just choke this man he needs it <3 and !!! and he loves loves loves it like shivers up his spine loves it when you’re kissing him and cupping the back of his neck then one hand comes around to wrap around his throat to pull away from the kiss and push his head to tilt a little to suck at his neck he’s just. wow.

oikawa tōru 

he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS pls im in love w him

kageyama tobio

i like mean kags, i like dominant, rough kags. but get this. shy kageyama. kageyama as a stuttering mess. kageyama who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just. everything about it, from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything. 

hanamaki takahiro 

he likes it because he’s a little shit that gets off of tormenting you. you’ll be choking him and he’s grinning up at you maniacally. he loves it of course; it genuinely does feel really good, both you squeezing so tight around him and your hands squeezing at his throat, but he loves annoying you about it even more. just grinning up at you the whole time as your ride him, or if he’s above you and your hands start to slip, he’s grabbing at your wrists and going, “ah, ah, ah,” like :| maybe you should kill him while you’re at it. but no he fucks harder when he’s getting choked so,,, maybe save the murder case for later 

goshiki tsutomu

idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it. 

HONORARY MENTIONS; yamaguchi tadashi, kenma kozume (is very much a switch when it comes to choking though), lev haiba, koganegawa kanji 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT CAN’T IMAGINE HURTING YOU 

aone takanobu, asahi azumane, kindaichi yūtarō, lev haiba, (pre-timeskip) hinata shōyō, yamamato taketora 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, also haiba lev, sometimes ushijima wakatoshi, ginjima hitoshi 

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcanons #hq smut #iwaizumi smut #oikawa smut #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #miya atsumu smut #miya osamu smut #suna smut #bokuto smut #tsukishima smut #im too lazy to tag them all im sorry #sal’s thirst tag <3

[insertdisc5]

Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

[7upofficial]

your post about westerners and their little communist escapada.... i'm so glad you said, i've literally never seen anybody on the internet say something that could even vaguely and ambiguously be read as anything other than "oh communism based" like even from non-westeners. hell, even some people who told me stories about what the sssr did to their ppl and how their family directly was effected still somehow was kind of deadened to the horrors of it. like everybody terminally online seems to think that it's cool and somehow every single one of them is a tankie too?

"you have to acknowledge what communism means to a good portion if the human population. you cant divorce communism from the crimes commited in the name of eliberation." exactly like but they always think no matter what you say it's lies and propaganda!

i'm central asian (but culturally russian) and back in my twitter times i would sometimes get into it w them and told them how the sssr literally used central asia like their colonies, made cotton slavery in our region which was started by tzarist russia infinitely worse, literally used our people to test the effect of nuclear bombs on humans (with one place having a fallout worse than chernobyl), that there was apartheid, that they literally destroyed a fundamental parts of the ecosystem, and so much more but! these braindead weirdos never care. apologies if this isn't rly a message you wanted but ig i just got a bit 🥺 seeing somebody online not thinking that way.

its ok queen im glad you thought it was insightful and thank you for sharing the stuff from your region i had no idea it was ~that~ bad. its very weird indeed because like there is an anticapitalist sentiment shared by people in regions affected by the ussr but they just think we're lying about it somehow?? not to mention that old school ussr regime was literally a dictatorship jggjffhgfhdfh they really preach on cognitive dissonance i guess

#7upasks

[sylph-feather]

delta echo alpha delta

Summary: 

He is here, for some reason, in this place and with these people he vaguely recognizes. He wants help. Please, please, please. 

(All they see is a haunting and a monster.)

Prompt by @ectopal

“Jack and Maddie, at the end of their rope,  beg Vlad to come to Amity to help stop the ghost that's haunting their family. Vlad realizes that it isn't a ghost that's terrorizing them, but their son, who recently became a half ghost and is having just about the worst time in the world dealing with it. Bonus points if in his human form Danny is extremely unsettling. ”

Notes:  (yes the title is from lemon demon’s lifetime achievement award). this... i spent. way longer setting it up so sorry about minimal vlad but. uhh im really proud of this. i went. i went a little nuts, admittedly. with imagery. i hope its not incomprehensible? 

Wordcount: 2825

Being dead… is new.

The Phantom isn’t sure just how it is new, it contemplates as it stares at two children who scream and scrabble at a smoking portal. Blank in their terror, they ignore him.

His eyes flicker towards a mirror on the other side of the room, and it only shows the two of them.

The phantom ignores them— who is he to interrupt? Dead men tell no tales. He gets the distinct feeling that everything is wrong, and a piece of that puzzle is the pair’s odd familiarity— but hey, he just died, he’s really not feeling up to much of anything.

Green eyes stare in the mirror, but that’s all he is— two green wisps, apparently ignored in the panic of two teens.

He supposes he should feel weirder having, presumably, died. No, he innately knows he died.

But mostly he just feels… confusion. Displacement.

And cold, not unpleasantly so, just a buried, almost peaceful chill.

In between blinks— perhaps he is tired, so tired, dead tired (he laughs to himself), the two teens flicker away, basement restored, before he can even think about questioning them. Why are you so familiar? Why am I here? It pokes sharply at his heart.

For the phantom knows he is dead, but he never considered that means alive once, too tired and dead-brained (hah) to question implication.

The ghost of Danny Fenton closes its wispy eyes, not strong enough to maintain form, let alone to pervade that shock scrabble at memories that may lead him to living again.

xXx

Three days pass. The ghost, in moments of waking, had decided Phantom. There is something so familiar about that name, the way it rolls off his (hypothetical) tongue.

In between blinks, he sees the Family in the basement, that place of awakening.

They speak of someone missing, lost. They gesture to the green, swirling abyss, upset as they work on something that looks like a rocket. Rocket. Stars pervade his mind as he lazily blinks, and he falls back asleep to dreams of space before he can even think again of questioning the Family, of asking can I help?

He knows what it is to be lost, but he is too tired and unfocussed.

xXx

The one with the firey, long hair notices him first. He has taken to floating about the abode. Nothing physical keeps him here, but there is some tug in his heart that makes him want to stay.

He likes the red haired one. She reads a lot. Talks about bad coping to the Parents, though he’s not sure what those words mean (he’s unsure also why he gets the feeling of vague annoyance, oddly familiar, and the stinging in his chest becomes so painful when he thinks like that, like a scorpion’s deadly barbed stinger).

One day, one higher energy day, a week after the awakening, Phantom lazily swishes after her, into her room. Sometimes he blinks and he hears the swishes of pages and a drip of water, and he has enough energy now to be curious.

The doors, the walls, the floor— they’re all nothing. Or maybe, rather, he’s nothing, he observes as he notes the girl crying on her psych book.

He frowns, distantly. She’ll ruin the pages like that. Maybe there’s something more he should be concerned about, but he is so young and lost, and so tired.

He runs a finger along a page, rolling away a tear, in an effort to dry it. The pages flutter in a wind, and the girl startles, glancing at the closed window.

For just a moment, Phantom sees not two piercing green wisps, but something blue and glinting, and a fragment of a foggy body in his place. He glances down— there is no second person here.

He’s distracted by the fact the girl is crying again, harder, scrubbing her eyes.

Distressed, he thumbs at her face, and a cool, wintery wind blows over her hair.

He’s too tired to do much more, and his chill becomes like a blanket to him.

xXx

It’s small, but maybe Phantom can help the family. His waking moments get more frequent and longer, and he starts to fidget with objects; the daughter cries, and he rustles her hair. The mother sleeps on her research of the great swirling door, and he drapes a foggy arm over her. The father squints into darkness at his foggy form as he goes down for a midnight snack— then blinks and rubs his eyes. He flickers the computers off when they should be sleeping, touches at their shoulders in comfort, because he wants to help them and he wants to be with them so bad. The flailing stinger pierces again and again.

“We’ll find him,” the Parents insists, and the Phantom tries to support them as best he can. The Daughter has given up, but he tries to help her, too.

Bluntly, the Phantom notes perhaps he is not exactly selfless— one of the few concrete truths he knows of himself (the other being an enjoyment of word play; he’s twisted dead and ghost every which way). There is some innate desire within him to be with them; seen, known, interacted with.

At the moment, he’s not more than a blustering wind and a foggy reflection.

He sinks to the floor, ghostly sigh escaping his ever invisible lungs. He’s wondered if ghosts are supposed to breathe as he does, but it’s not like anyone’s around to ask. His crackled voice is never heard by the Family, responded to by nothing but icy silence.

He brushes a hand against the cold lab table from his floating position. His hands feel solid to him, but again, do not reach the Family.

The Phantom takes a look around at the toxic green beakers and sleek white tech. He is slipping away again, not that he wants to— but not that he has a choice.

In what feel like his last moments for the day (week? Month? Time is undefinable) he grasps at a beaker, curious.

Green oozes onto the floor as it blows over. Frantically, the Phantom tries to correct his mistake— but touching it… touching it feels good. A jolt of electricity and energy. The tiredness… is gone.

Something flickers beneath him, and the Phantom jumps into the air. White feet follow black legs. Him.

The mirror that showed green wisps and two teens now show a white haired boy, with two green eyes. Something seems… underneath that reflection, though. Approaching the mirror, Phantom tilts his head, and the picture glints into something blue eyes and black haired for a fraction of a second, as though it is iridescent.

And then he blinks out altogether again.

xXx

Phantom’s first appearance is in the night. The girl has put away her book she was crying over while reading in the kitchen, and the Parents are upstairs; they eat, softly, quiet. It’s like walking in snow. The cold is not tranquil, the flakes not soft, they are just sharp things that land quietly in flesh.

The Phantom decides to break it with an icy crunch.

From the shadows, from the floors, he claws at that energy.

The Family stare in shock at the white haired, green eyed form that flickers in the shadows.

Their ears ring as his form, like static snowflakes, glints into something familiar, as they sit frozen.

xXx

He sleeps again, after that stunt— but the Phantom wakes, hopeful. The Family is searching for the lost person— perhaps they will also be sympathetic to his cause. Maybe they don’t even need to find the lost one, Phantom considers; this feels so much like home, maybe… maybe. No, no, you can both get help, he scolds in gentle reminder to himself, reminding those thoughts are the scoprion’s poison. It’s not malevolent— it just, in some way, he just knows he’ll slot in like a missing puzzle piece. He doesn’t know how he knows, and thoughts like that make the urge of please see me, the love, the need, grow so strong.

His voice reaches them in a static scream; he gives that approach up quickly when the Parents shoot into the nothing. He doesn’t want to scare, he wants to be helped, and to help. He’s finally a little less braindead (his chuckle is tinny static) and can contemplate a little more emotionally complicated situations— in other words, he can tell continuing to screech is perhaps not the best idea, and perhaps more subtlety that is available to him with his increased thoughts is required.

The TV channels, the word magnets, the radio. Static and the message lost lost lost please help lost lost forgot forgot see me see see see seeseeseeseesee me.

The Phantom feels his message is going well until the Family destroys those things in a green fire.

I need your help, though, he grimaces. Perhaps they just aren’t getting it. The dead cannot speak, are not supposed to; he knows this when he writes messages, something grating in his mind that keeps him from communicating all but his basic thoughts and wants.

Determined still, he starts flickering into existence again, clawing out of shadows. Lights flicker at his arrival.

It’s hard to do much like that, though; his brain dies (more?) and it’s all his concentration of see me see me.

The Family shoots at him, and more sleek machinery invades the household— defenses.

It doesn’t hurt him.

But… if he gets frustrated, slams at the fixtures a little harder than needed, rakes the words into place to try to say something, who can blame him? The Phantom, for some reason he cannot explain, feels the Family is his family. The Phantom wants to be seen. The universe tries to keep the dead in line, restrain the dead from disrupting that natural order of their old life and their afterlife. It’s a lot of factors, the Phantom dismisses, very much like a sassy teenager, and slams a door a little harder to get someone to notice.

The real problem is that they notice, then react in all the wrong ways. But the Phantom cannot swallow that, that his efforts are squandered, because then where would he be?

xXx

By the time the Fentons are valiant enough to get Vlad to get the “gang” back together, the creature is a constant. The ghost scrapes its filthy claws over the lights, resides in mirrors, screams over anything electronic— and their tech puts no stop to it. It’s like it has a foot in each world, caught between the ghost zone’s intangibility that would let it not be hurt but make it challenging to interact and the human realm’s solidity that would allow it to be wounded.

It is too powerful.

xXx

The Phantom can feel that the irritated old man is powerful. Something about his eyes glints red, in that same iridescent way that something inside Phantom’s green eyes glint blue like a glacier, if you just tilt your head and squint just right.

The Parents, who the Phantom has grown wary of— and yet he’s still here— why? It feels so much like home. He wants it to be home, because it’s always felt his place. Maybe that missing person doesn’t need to be found— maybe he can—no, no, remember!— the Parents, they are ranting about ghosts loudly. The man is impassive, and the Phantom plays with tilting his head just right to get the man’s skin to flood blue.

“I think it’s Danny,” Daughter says softly. That name stings him, but Phantom doesn’t think Daughter means to hurt him. She, Phantom still likes. She looks at him when he shows, looks at him like someone is concerned, even if she cries harder than ever nowadays (maybe Phantom is just awake to see it more, but he notes the constant redness of eyes and face is new, so maybe not). She doesn’t destroy his messages, just stares. Not helpful in the least, he notes sarcastically, plucking at the invisible yet black (—how can it be both? How can he be two things that are so opposite and parallel?) jumpsuit of his (how can it exist when he never can exist, so many hows).

“That isn’t Danny,” the Parents cement, and Phantom frowns. The name stings again, the scorpion sitting perched upon a rib and taking personal offence to that person. Who is Danny?

xXx

Watching the old man is tiring and boring. Phantom doesn’t have enough energy to reach him, to say help me (because the old man has the glint and that has to mean something) so he decides to change that.

When he sleeps, he dreams of so many glinting things. Flickering figures of the Family and the Teens that visit sometimes. But they are just ghosts of memories.

xXx

It is in the night when he wakes up, green eyes staring at the silver pool moon, pleased as he ever is staring at those stars.

A breath passes his lips, and his nonexistent form shudders. Someone—!

“You must change back,” the ghost he saw in glints of the old man says. Belatedly, he introduces— “I am Plasmius, and I am… like you.”

“You see me,” Phantom murmurs, breath foggy. No, that isn’t right. The ghost is squinting in general directions, as though Phantom is a glimmer in his eye. Phantom is a glimmer in his own eye in the mirror, so he understands.

“You are... foggy,” the blue ghost amends, confirming Phantom’s thoughts. “Something about you is wrong.”

“Thanks,” Phantom says sarcastically (a new ability, a new joke that he loves), “tell me something I don’t know.”

“What happened to you?” the ghost asks.

“I woke up,” Phantom says bluntly. “I’m here now. They won’t help me.”

“Their son— they ignored their son?”

“They have a Son?” Phantom’s eyes flutter— “is he the lost one?”

xXx

The ghost went back to flickering inside the old man, because the Mother charged in.

“Oh,” she sighed, “it’s just you.”

“Yes,” he says, and he glimmers and shows fangs and horns, “just me.”

Phantom does not like the way he is looking at the Mother, but he’s not that good at judging subtleties in people still, so he lets that feeling pass.

xXx

The next… Phantom isn’t sure if it’s the day, he fell asleep, but his naps are less and less, so he feels safe in calling it the next day… the next day, the ghost flickers out of the old man to float with him again.

“How do you do that?” Phantom wonders. Is it the key to not being seen, to guise oneself as one of them, as not dead?

“You should be able to do it, too,” the ghost mutters, “I see it in you.”

“The blue eyes and the black hair,” Phantom breathes. Like a bird feather that shows green at an angle, so too does his other, and this ghost is the same.

“But you are unstable,” Plasmius informs in a frown. “You never settled into one world, so you are stuck unable to traverse between them.”

Phantom blinks, confused, and Plasmius heaves a sigh of thin patience.

“You flicker a lot more than I do,” he informs bluntly, in a tone that suggests perhaps Phantom is an idiot. “And,” he tacks on, more contemplatively, “you seem to not remember anything, as though you’ve separated yourself from that essential connection.”

“Connection,” Phantom echoes, and he yearns for that connection. His entire soul keens for it, to fill that hole.

“Yes Danny,” Plasmius grunts, and that scorpion strikes again, “a connection.”

“I’m Phantom,” he defends, tapping at his ribs like he can knock the stinging creature off, away from his vulnerable chest.

“You’re both,” Plasmius says.

“Danny is the other?” Phantom asks.

“The blue eyes and the black hair? Yes. He is your glint, and he is the lost one, and he is just you.”

“Oh,” Phantom breathes, and the scorpion is writhing and striking his heart and itself and his ribs and— and—

He passes out, green eyes going out like a light.

—But the flickers, the flickers finger around him, crawling over his form like electricity for a moment, and his form is a patchwork of two, and his mind is a flood of memory.

xXx

“I defeated the ghost, last night, and he gave me your son,” Plasmius’ old-man voice rings.

And Phantom is Danny and Danny is Phantom— and as usual he sleeps. Memories came in dreams, an eruption after so long of being dammed, brought forth at simple acceptance. Despite the dreaming, or rather because of it, he is achingly tired, with zero energy.

This time, his family (the Family, the same) surrounds him in warmth, in that thread of connection, and inside, in more normal and soft dreams, he feels something become filled.

The scorpion crawls away into the soft, soft snow.

#dp #phicphight #phic phight #phicphight20 #danny phantom #phanfic #my writing #phic phight 2020 #quill

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

Omg yess!! Your idea about the machine giving them a suicidal number is amazing! I really wish that would have happened! I mean they even had one but Finch talked to him and i dont remember what John was doing at the time. Do you know any good fanfics that deal with Johns suicidal tendencies? Also if you dont mind me asking why dont you care so much about season 4 and 5? (I dont mean this in any negative way im just curious cause from what i heard most people liked the seasons more)

I'm glad you like it, it's been in my head for a while, someone needs to write it !!

It's 2πR ! I looked it up, I remembered Harold being undercover as a teacher and the number being good at coding and going to the subway presumably to kill himself. (The reason John wasn't here is bc he was in prison, didn't remember that)

I found these in my bookmarks:

There's also this one that seems good (I may have read it before idk)

I've been writing a fic in which John has a suicidal crisis but it's Absolute Self Projection and it got personal so idk if I'll ever get the courage to actually share it (if I even finish it).

(this part got way longer than expected fkskfjsjsf I have Feelings, you don't know what you unleashed with this question)

Not sure there's more people preferring the last seasons. But well since I don't like them I'm not gonna follow blogs praising them lol. But yeah there's some of us liking the first seasons more, ie @poioriginal is out there being iconic, though idk if it's active anymore it's been a while since I've seen a notif. I feel like there's a fracture in the fandom, like there's a fandom for the beginning and a fandom for the end. It just feels like two different shows. The last seasons being more of a crappy spin-off than anything imo. Though they did what they could with S5...

I love the earlier seasons bc of many things: John and Harold's partnership and how it develops. Their partnership with Fusco and Carter. Seeing them save people. Seeing John being a badass. Seeing Harold being a badass with computers. Back then the show was about "everyone is relevant to someone", "everyone deserves a second chance". I just. Loved the characters and the themes and the atmosphere, you know ?

There's just. Something. Ig it's the combination of all I said in the previous paragraph. Poi is one of my biggest obsessions. It's the only fandom I wrote fics for. And I may have a love/hate relationship with it given what it ended up being, but as Cecil Palmer once said, "I'm learning to let my anger go" though it doesn't look like it given the state of this post. In the end I still fucking love it and in 10 years I'll probably still be banging pots and pans talking about John and Rinch and Number Crunch.

And then the quality lessened with S3. I could tell you plenty of fav eps that I have from S1 (rn I'm braindead and can only think of dead reckoning for S2). But S3 ? 4C. And that's it.

Carter's death annoyed me but it wasn't what alienated me from the show. Root is the main annoyance. She's a sort of Mary Sue imo (don't really like the term but also can't really think of a better one). She's good at hacking and she's an assassin. A gun in each hand ? Miss me with that shit. I mean yeah John is portrayed as an absolute badass too, but it's still a bit more realistic that "I'm good at everything" Root.

She kidnapped Harold and traumatized him and I'm supposed to believe that Harold and John are chill with her now ? That Harold isn't Absolutely Uncomfortable around her and that John wouldn't shoot her on sight ? Also the whole analog interface shit made no sense to me. Why the hell did the machine pick that unstable psycho.

On top of root there's the whole decima thing that I couldn't bring myself to care about to the point that the only thing I remember about it is that it annoyed me.

Don't get me started on John saying ooc shit before dying, "saving one life at a time seemed a bit anticlimactic" holy shit go watch your own show before writing shit like this ???? Though I admit John sacrificing himself for Harold was fitting, I'll still be heartbroken over it for the rest of my life, but it was fitting.

I was here for a procedural show with John and Harold saving numbers. Not for Mary Sue root and some AI war (and I do love SF and AI stuff but. Not like this). I am aware that I didn't actually watch S4 and S5, save for return 0 and a few S4 eps, so my judgement isn't very accurate. But I know it's not about what I liked about poi. And if a few eps of S4 managed to make me loose my interest it's not a very good sign.

#anon #i have a whole fucking novel on why i dislike root planned #but i wanna watch the whole show to have complete opinion #i just have so many feelings about poi wow #lmao i hope you like to read anon #sorry for writing so much but when it comes to person of interest i cant shut up #this has probably been discussed to death #but well its my blog so ill beat a dead horse as much as i want #tw suicide #half valid anon

[flanelltees]

hey writer side of tumbler can you please critique this i need help bc it reads weird to me. its a section of a rough draft so keep that in mind. feel free to comment directly on the post or send me an IM or inbox msg. 

it is billy/steve from stranger tings

Eight beers in for the both of them, and they were falling into each other’s orbits over and over until meaningless teasing morphed into an interrogation. Steve’s whole face was warm, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol, or Billy prying deeper and deeper into his personal life with each new question he posed.

“So you are a queer?” 

Steve lunged forward to clap a hand over Billy’s mouth, eyebrows furrowed with all the control over his face he had left. 

“Alright, watch your fucking language, Hargrove. I don’t—” he cut himself off to rummage around in his brain for some dodgy answer that sounded even a little resolute. His train of thought was interrupted when Billy wrestled his hand away and gave him a full-bodied shove into the wall nearest the two of them. 

God, Steve should just stop trying to brute-force things with this guy. He kept coming out on the bottom. 

His head was swimming from the shove, but despite it practically knocking a few brain cells out of commission, the heat in his face persisted as Billy’s question remained hanging in the air. Steve pressed his palms against his eyes, thinking momentarily about one of the little shits, Will. Steve wanted to do right by him, if what Henderson said about which... team he played for was true. But admitting the truth to yourself had to be a little different when you hadn’t really known it for sure until you were nineteen years old and absolutely plastered, right? 

“I—” 

“And you wouldn’t have anything against fucking me?” 

Steve held a hand up, but all he could say was to stop being so fucking crude. 

“Listen, I-” 

“I told you what I’d do for you, Harrington. Nobody’s around. And I wouldn’t pussy out of this.”

It was baffling how quick Steve was losing his resolve. He pressed out a sigh.  

“... I—… just... didn’t think... you’d be part of this… equation.” 

Truthfully, confronting himself about the feelings that, in vague iterations, rolled in and out of his conscious, wasn’t something Steve was planning on involving Billy in. 

The two had been a very loose definition of friends for most of the summer, being in silent agreement that it was nothing too meaningful or involved, and that they would treat their routine converging as a means for neutral territory. Just somebody to talk to.

They were both nearly braindead from the monotony of their jobs, Steve had a big empty house and a lot of free beer, and the rest was practically history. And that should’ve been the end of it, if Steve had the goddamn foresight to know that Billy Hargrove would never make a good companion to somebody he just got done hating. 

So, of course, Billy was just being fucking Billy, wedging himself into Steve’s business at the first sign of an open door. And Steve had always been a painfully emotional guy.

If Steve wasn’t sure he had been trapped between Billy and the wall before, he was sure of it now. Billy was stepping closer, crowding him flat against the cool plaster until the only way out was the way he got in.

 With what defensive instinct he had left, Steve clumsily searched for cracks in the facade. If he caught one, it was for a split second and it made him falter, in an unrefined hesitance flashing across Billy’s expression. 

Steve wasn’t gonna fuck Billy, he firmly reassured himself. Billy wasn’t gonna fuck Steve either. Steve just didn’t have enough restraint left to stop mirroring the way Billy was starting to look at him. His stomach swooped but he didn’t feel anything coming up, so it had to have been his glance at Billy’s mouth coming closer, and the fact that Steve couldn’t find it in himself to want to draw away. 

If Steve was being honest, Billy was by no means a sight for sore eyes. When their lips finally touched, for a second the kiss wouldn’t have been half-bad. If only the entire situation hadn’t been riddled with a whole shitload of new rules Steve had no idea how to navigate. 

While Steve’s brain tried to logically supply that this kiss shouldn’t be any different from the dozens of others that came before, it also made his hands clammy and awkward in their approach at what to do with themselves. The heaviness from the alcohol didn’t do much for how ungracefully he decided to take Billy’s face into his hands. 

He was starting to really feel the ruthless hammer of his heart against his chest.  

When Billy began to tilt his head into the kiss, Steve felt his hands slip underneath his jacket, finding his hips. They rested there for a few moments, before Billy gave Steve a squeeze. At the movement, Steve flinched, then broke the contact with a jerk. 

“Okay, time. Just to put it out there, there’s a whole fuckload of—of emotional, internalized bullshit I’ve got running laps in my head right now. I mean, I—” he paused to briefly run his thumbs against the grain of Billy’s stubble. “I’ve never made out with a mustache before. It’s like I’m shooting at half-court with a fucking blind fold on—” 

“If you could make up your mind we might actually get to making out tonight, Harrington,” Billy cut in. 

“Look,” he said, releasing his grip on Steve, then taking a step back, netting Steve’s full attention. He watched as Billy went and pressed himself against the wall alongside him, the gesture seeming to spell out his surrender of control. But when Steve assumed he’d stand in front of Billy then, positioning himself across the way, Hargrove’s blue eyes had leveled on his. His pupils were blown wide open. They were gushing something balmy and fierce.

 It took the wetness right out of Steve’s mouth. 

“Are you in, or are you out?” 

All of a sudden this new formation they were in was falling a little more comfortably within Steve’s range. Didn’t Billy know how to get what he wanted.  

Steve’s hands found purchase on Billy’s waist, his stomach starting to churn. Billy’s middle was solid and thick, and filled out the whole palm of each hand. Steve pressed his fingers into corded meat through thin fabric, and oh man. He was starting to think Billy was a lot smarter than he gave him credit for. Something nameless flickered to life below Steve’s skin when he leaned over to find his way to Billy’s lips. 

Steve hadn’t ever felt the type of deep upheaval Billy started to kick up on the inside of him before. Billy met Steve’s parted lips with an open mouth, and it made Steve’s whole head red and heavy when Billy started working into it like he was born to kiss that good. The way Billy flexed his jaw made every little bit about his tongue and lips so much more stupefying. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut.

It was so, god damn hot in there, Steve thought. He figured that it had always been, all of Billy, his inside, his outside, but Steve never believed he’d ever touch it like this. Never really wanted to, that is, until he got the chance. All at once, the searing heat of him made Steve want to bask in it. 

Steve nearly tipped over as he started to get caught up in chasing after that mouth. His breath came out of his nose in short puffs when Billy started to pull on him, with his teeth then with his tongue. Steve licked back in answer, his jaw falling open wider to touch and slide more of his own tongue into Billy’s mouth. He turned his head down when Billy leaned back from him, breath ragged. 

Steve dove into Billy’s neck, sucking feverish kisses along the length of it. Sweat mixed with spit and Steve never remembered it tasting so good. When it felt like he couldn’t hold on to enough of him anymore, Steve dragged Billy closer to him by his middle to press their bodies flush and push his flattened hands into the dip in Billy’s lower back, then up to grope at the other hard muscles flexing under his skin.

#flanelltalks #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #st season 3 #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[taintjisung]

[08:18] seunglix

kinks: phone sex, innocence

words: 1798

top: felix

seungmin: can i ask a question?

that didn't make felix anxious at all. he sucked in a deep breath, and slowly to avoid typos, wrote his response.

felix: of course, go ahead

seungmin opened the message immediately, but was typing for almost ten minutes, and felix closed the app, not wanting to leave him on read for a bit if the question was too hard. he called his friend, jeongin, and the two waited together as the message finally came through.

seungmin: okay i don't want this to sound weird but like how does it work? im new to this whole guy thing idk not like relationships or waitwait no you know what i mean like how would we yknow AH i made zero sense

felix couldn't help himself. reading the message, he started laughing, startling a curious jeongin who was eager to hear the response.

felix: sex?😂

seungmin: yes hsjkds

felix: you've never watched porn?

seungmin: porn is illegal in korea...

felix: o h

felix: is it illegal if i send you a video?

seungmin: WAIT SHIT WHAT

felix: porn, seungmin.

seungmin: oh my god i thought you meant NVM

felix: i mean, would you rather that? that's not illegal, we're both adults... and we have been dating quite a while too

seungmin: oh my god wait

seungmin: YOU'RE SO STRAIGHTFORWARD I WANT TO CRY

felix: cute

seungmin: I'M NOT CUTE SHUT UP

felix: you're a virgin huh:( probably never kissed anyone before:( so cute:(

seungmin: STOP TEASING ME

felix: why should i? i bet you like it

seungmin: and what aBOUT it

"uh, in..." felix chuckled as he opened the message. "i might have to hang up for a bit."

"leave me out of it," he responded quickly, closing the call. poor kid caught on immediately, turning bright red as felix laughed at the three beeps that sounded before the call app closed.

felix: have you ever been cared for before baby? has anyone ever laid you down and pleasured you, not made you move a muscle until you came?

seungmin: i've never cum at all

felix: do you want me to teach you?

seungmin: yes, sir.

a shiver ran down felix’s spine. shit, he could feel his pants tightening around him at the honourific; he had no idea he liked it before.

felix: why don't you call me so you can use both hands baby?

now it was seungmin’s turn to let goosebumps grow in his skin as he sucked in a deep breath, heading to his bedroom. he shared it with his friend, minho, but the boy was out with his friends. he had plenty of time.

seungmin: okay

incoming call from hyung💕

answer decline

"hey, baby," felix let his smile grow, keeping his voice low and soft for the virgin.

"hey," seungmin responded calmly, though his heart was absolutely racing as he bit his lip. this was the first time felix was hearing his voice, and it thrilled him.

"do me a favour and wash your hands first, okay?" felix requested gently. "and bring back a cup of water. trust me on this."

seungmin nodded though the boy couldn't see, and obeyed his request, locking the door once he reentered the room and dimming the lights. gently he laid down, waiting patiently for more instruction.

"i want you to slowly undress. make sure you feel every bit of your skin as you take your shirt off. then your trousers... but not your pants until I say so, okay?"

seungmin hummed in response, and trying to follow his orders gently slid his hands up his tummy, closing his eyes as he reached around his back, pulling the fabric off over his head as if in slow motion. he dropped it to the floor beside him, and his hands resumed on his stomach, this time moving downward, underneath the hem of his sweatpants. they generously roamed his newly exposed skin as he pushed the two apart, and in no time he was almost naked in his bed.

"done," he hummed, hands now dormant on his waist, keeping his naked skin warm in the cool conditioned air around him.

"think about me between your legs," felix told quietly, starting to touch himself, too. "and grab your bulge. don’t take your pants off just yet, just enjoy the pressure. imagine your hand as mine."

seungmin nodded softly, leaning into his hand as his fingers curled around his throbbing length, begging to be set free. it almost ached, and felix could tell as he let out a thick moan.

"hm... take it out now."

seungmin could cum just from felix’s demanding tone. He did as he was told, and the heat that transferred between his touching skin sent a shock through him. he was so sensitive; it was his first time, and the smallest stimulation had his knees weak, voice straining with moan after moan.

"give it a few slow strokes. then you can take your pants off."

seungmin was almost scared to listen, but he did, and once he was completely naked he could see that with how hard he was, there was no going back.

"are you on your back? lean against your pillows and bring your knees up."

"okay," he sighed, shifting his position as he laid the phone beside him. “okay."

"you’re okay," felix cooed. "i’m gonna make you feel really good, okay? all you have to do is relax and listen. now, take your other hand and put two fingers in your mouth."

seungmin hummed as he did so to let the younger know he was listening, and fulfilled orders of how exactly he was to do it.

"do you know how anal works, love?" felix followed up gently, and seungmin hummed quietly as a blush spread across his cheeks. "i want you to do that. prep yourself. one finger at a time, keep your hands slippery and wet. remember to take it easy and slow, be careful. you’re treating yourself."

felix was patient as seungmin nervously tested his boundaries, letting his fingertip massage the skin around his entrance before slowly pushing it in, gasping at how cold his hands were and how tight his body was, making it hard to get past his entrance.

"it’s okay, baby," the gentle words went straight to his dick, and seungmin couldn't deny he loved to be treated. taken care of. "you’re doing amazing. such a good boy for lixie, hm?"

seungmin let the praise soothe him as he slowly stroked himself, letting the pleasure override the pain of a second finger already.

"slow down, slow down," felix commanded. "don’t rush your first time, okay?”

"okay," seungmin sighed, but stuck to one finger, slowly massaging the inside of himself, letting it start to feel good.

"when you're ready, start looking for a pressure point, okay? when you hit it, it's gonna feel really good. but you have to be patient and relaxed."

fuck, that sounded exciting. seungmin didn't want to be patient anymore as he pushed in another finger, his hand in further, looking for it.

"where?" he panted, bucking his hips into his hands.

"gentle. slow," the elder reminded. "everyone is different, so don't get upset if yours is hard to find. mine is maybe... five and a half centimetres in? directly straight up. go until you can't go anymore without turning and it should be right there."

"wow, so informative. i feel like i’m getting directions to mcdonald's," seungmin joked, making felix laugh softly and he couldn't help but smile at the sound. god, felix’s laugh was so... beautiful. like music to his ears. he really was in love with this boy.

seungmin hummed softly as he gently pushed his hand in further, almost up to his second knuckle. he pulled away, then thrusted back in, using the momentum to push it further. his groan of discomfort quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he found the spot, legs turning to jelly as his brain switched off, hand pulling out only to slam back in.

"hey, hey, slow down, baby. i know it feels good but you don't want to cum so soon, do you?"

"for you," seungmin panted, and in his tone felix could tell he was already braindead from the pleasure, moaning loudly as he moved his body with his arm.

"so deep in your headspace already..." felix tutted with a smirk on his face. "just for me, hm?"

"just for you, fuck, for you, just for you,” seungmin repeated, not even caring when his climax began to chase him; he sped both his hands, chasing it right back as he babbled nonsense, wanting so badly to grab onto something, anything, but hands preoccupied he squeezed his thighs together.

"fuck, felix," he cried, making the elder shiver at the utter sound that just came out of his mouth.

"cum for me, baby boy," felix groaned, speeding up as well and rocking his hips into his hand. fuck, this was better than any porn he'd ever watched, and he didn't even get visuals. yet.

seungmin rammed his hand forward harder, completely slamming into his prostate and forcing hot cum to shoot out of his head so strongly some hit his lips as he arched his back up. he didn't stop just yet, knowing the sounds he was making was getting the younger off as well. with that in mind, he let himself get louder, more desperate as he practically milked himself dry, whimpering at his touch.

he mistook the ceiling lights for stars as he cried felix’s name, grabbing onto the blankets beneath him as his body writhed and curled in pure ecstacy.

a slutty smile covered his face as he heard the same sounds of pleasure fall from felix’s lips as well, signifying he'd satisfied him just right.

"ugh, fuck," the boy hummed. "you’re so fucking amazing."

"aren’t i?” seungmin giggled, and shit, the things it was doing to felix.

finally seungmin stopped moving, pausing for a moment before falling limp with a heavy sigh. the last bit of cum was still leaking from his head, and his entire body felt good, craving to meet his boyfriend now more than ever, wanting the real thing. he could tell that felix was thinking the same as he chased his own high.

“god, when we meet,” he vocalised. “you’re gonna have to show me what positions you like, you can do anything to me,” he breathed.

“anything?” felix repeated. “can i tie you up and put marks all over you?”

“please,” he whined in response, not realising the things could be sexual but getting a thrill from the thought. “so i can’t move and let everyone know i belong to you.”

“when we meet, i’m gonna make you moan my name so loud they won’t have to see the bruises to know, they’ll hear you that night.” he groaned as he continued to get himself off, imagining all the things he could do to his boyfriend; “fuck, min, i’m gonna cum,”

“cum for me, baby, just like i did for you,”

felix was rather vocal as he obliged, humming lowly in ecstacy as he came into his hand, seungmin basking in the sound of his voice.

“you’re so fucking good, baby,” felix sighed. “come to me when you’re horny, i wanna hear your moans all the time, i wanna make you feel good,”

“i will, i will,” he promised, but as he opened his mouth to speak again the front door closed. “shit,” he suddenly scrambled to grab his clothes off the floor, not bothering for bottoms as he pulled on a sweater and pants. “minho is home, i gotta go,”

felix started laughing at the idea of the boy being walked in on as he bid him a loving goodbye, still thinking about seungmin long after hanging up.

[musashi]

look dude im not gonna keep sending you messages, ill leave you alone after this, but just like youre annoyed with "antikins" some of us are fed up with being told how to allow people to interact with stuff we make regardless of if it's our character or not you have a right to complain but so do we. also that's LITERALLY how you yourself define kin in your faq but like O K. i guess being mad at us is valid but us being annoyed with you means we need to pet a dog. ok

how many times do i have to tell you braindead fuckers that my post is about fanart... no kin person within their right mind is kinning someone’s oc where they can see it. 

i’ve been using this website for a decade now and when i first joined it i didn’t have the words the kin community offered but i was still fictionkin. i didn’t know what to call the characters i identified as so i used the term “spirit persona,” a play on how i’d heard other white girls use ‘spirit animal’ (which obv i know now is not an ok term to use lmao)

and no one, NO ONE, NO ONE FOR YEARS, ever told me i was harming them by tagging their art spirit persona. my friends who were also baby kinnies who didn’t have the language had their own tags, like ‘me’ or ‘fictional me’ or ‘fictional soulmate’ and to this day none of us got ANY shit until we started using the kin tags. 

i started putting this to the test on sideblogs--’me’ and ‘fictional me’ never got me ANY shit, but as soon as the word ‘kin’ came into the equation, people threw a shitfit.

it has nothing to do with any of the stupid fucking arguments you guys bring up. y’all just hate us. i remember following a pokemon blog a while back that just posted pokemon screencaps and the mod would put ‘dont tag as kin’ on ALL of them. imagining thinking you fuckin’ own pokemon.

god y’all are so ugly. fuck off. re-examine yourselves. look inside yourself and wonder where along the way you internalized so much shame that you decided the only way to subconsciously deal with the pain you’ve endured would be to carry on the cycle and bully & stigmatize folks who are doing zero harm. you’ve deluded yourself into thinking something that has no effect on you is somehow a cardinal sin so that you can maintain the idea of some moral high ground that justifies your treatment of these people.

kinfolk are too cute for this shit. leave me alone. i don’t even reblog art that says ‘dont tag as kin,’ i just make sure the OP’s not kin themselves and using the original meaning of the word, block them, and drop their name into the google doc for my friends. 

#also it says that nowhere in my faq??? learn to read im begging you #Anonymous #wendy answers

[galvanizedfriend]

Can you do a sneek peak for wells always have new orleans? The last chapter ended in a really good moment, Im so excited!!

Ok, this isn’t the beginning of the next chapter because that will take some rewriting before I can update, so I have a little bit sort of in the middle. It has no Klaus, it’s just Caroline struggling with being back in the real world. I hope you like it!

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We’ll Always Have New Orleans Chapter 12 Sneak-Peek

Planning a prom she was certain she'd missed is both heartwarming and bittersweet. She's glad she'll get a second chance at this, it's an important milestone she'd been preparing for since her first day of high school. There will be a hundred other people there, but it's her prom more than anyone else's, it doesn't matter what anyone says. And yet... Nothing erases from her mind that she's already had a prom, and it was faultless. It's impossible not to compare. What had seemed to be absolutely perfect before is now just so... Bland. Outdated and dull.

The other people on the prom committee thought she was dead when she didn't show up for the meeting - the day before or a week ago, depending on the point of view. They ask her a thousand times if she's ok, want to know why she's suddenly so indifferent when she had been so full of energy and ideas two days before. How can she explain to these poor mortal souls that her life has so drastically changed in the space of a single day? The world has spun out of its axis, ripped itself into pieces and stitched itself back together, spinning a little different than before, right under their noses, and they have no idea. They don't know shit. No one does. Not even her friends. The only person who'd be able to look at her and understand is the one person she cannot come anywhere near to because He is not our friend.

After a whole day of this at school, of having people looking at her like she's being a bitch for no reason, Caroline decides that she's had enough of it. So she does the one thing she's guaranteed to succeed at: she takes the helm of the ship again and starts planning a prom for the ages.

Her thoughts are screaming in her head and she's far from being ok, but this is the kind of thing she can do braindead, so that's a relief. Her colleagues look at her like she's completely lost it when she shows up at their next meeting with a huge binder filled with ideas. "I think we need a theme," she says.

"Why?" Dana asks, arms crossed over her chest. "Our theme is thank God we're out of this goddamn town."

Caroline rolls her eyes at her. "You're so narrow-minded sometimes, Dana. Don't you want to leave a mark? Even if you never set foot in Mystic Falls again - which, by the way, I doubt it - don't you want to know that you'll be remembered? We should have a prom that will set the bar for every class that comes after ours. Not just your regular dance at the gymnasium. I want big. I want epic." Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she paces around and explains her vision. In her mind, all she sees is the courtyard of a certain compound in New Orleans, filled with flowers and fairy lights. That's what she has to beat. Her real prom has to be greater than the fake one, otherwise she'll never get over that warm, inconvenient feeling in her chest every time she remembers New Orleans. "Pictures of You."

"What?" Alice Fell asks, frowning.

"Pictures of You," Caroline echoes in a clipped tone, like she's talking to an audience of hearing-impaired people. "It's the theme. We'll have photographs of everyone in our class. It can be social media photos or from the school archives, from our previous dances and charities and the football matches and cheerleading competitions. I'll talk to Mrs. Anders and ask for her help with that. And we can have them all displayed on the outside, like forming a path to the prom, you know? Reminding us of everything that we went through to get there."

"You mean like in the hallway outside the gym?" Alice asks.

"Oh, no. Forget the gym. We're moving this party elsewhere. I think I have just the place. Right by the woods. The city council used to hold some meetings there, I remember going on a lot of events with my mom. I think I can get them to let us use it for free. It'll be gorgeous."

"Ok," Dana drawls. "And who's going to get all that done? Gather the photographs, have them printed -"

"Not printed. Are you kidding me? This is the 21st century, Dana. We need screens. Big ones."

Dana scoffs, exchanges a weird glance with Alice. "Are you drunk, Caroline? Prom is this Friday. How the hell are we supposed to have all this done in just a few days?"

"Yeah, and we've pretty much butchered our entire budget on the prom you don't wanna have anymore. How are we going to afford screens?" Alice adds.

Caroline sighs and very calmly puts down her binder. She looks at her colleagues, the ones seeming too shocked to produce an opinion, and Dana and Alice, who are frankly testing her patience and begging her to break her no compelling colleagues unless it's a life or death situation rule. She puts on her best I know you're struggling, but I'm going to say this in a way you can understand smile and says, "Have you met me, Dana?"

#yokan answers #anon #yokan writes #sneak peek #we'll always have new orleans #klaroline