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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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Can I request korekiyo shinguji x male reader that acts like riddle rosehearts?

Can the kinks be toy use and bondage ♡´･ᴗ･`♡?

Sorry I don't really have a story plot but m!reader is the bottom, and they are still part of the killing game

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Welcome, patron! Thank you for being the first request in Kaiser’s House of Desires! No need to worry of a plot, just enjoy yourself as I deliver your request~

Title: Taming the Prince

Characters: Top!Korekiyo Shinguji x Bottom!m!reader

Contains: Toy usage(vibrator, cock ring, sybian), bondage, begging, slight degradation, some praise, orgasm denial, despair DR

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

“Eyes up here.”

It was almost difficult to hear his voice over the sound of the machine he had on. Korekiyo stood above you, holding a remote that was wired to the device you straddled on, the machine vibrating at such speeds, stimulating the toy inside of you that it nearly sent you doubling over with bliss. It would have been an easier position to stay in anyway had your arms been free, but instead, the Anthropologist had them comfortably tied back, making it, to your (dis)pleasure, easier to remain upright on the toy.

Your back arched back some as he upped the speed for a moment, a way to tease you as let out a small gasp between pleasured breaths. You composed yourself, glaring up at him.

“I-I hope you’re enjoying yourself!” you spat. Despite his mask, you could see that his eyes curved in such a shit-eating-grin way.

“Oh, I don’t think you should be speaking like that…” Korekiyo knelt down, meeting your trembling height. “I mean look at you…Hips rocking, cock twitching…” Extending a hand, one of Korekiyo’s gloved fingers slowly traced down along your shaft, glossing over the small egg vibrator toy that was delicately taped into position before stopping at the cock ring that decorated the base of your shaft and kept you from expelling any seed without his order. “Do not think I’m unaware of your actions, my sweet prince. You desire this as much as I do.”

“T-The hell are you going—ah~—o-on about?”

You could see his mask wrinkle from his lips smirking underneath. “I’ve heard you at night. As I walk by your dorm, you may think you’re quiet, yet I still heard the soft uttering of your desire, your desire to let loose all inhibitions and control and have someone ravish you to no end~”

You tried to recall what exactly he was talking about, but soon you remembered the nights that the stress overtook you. After all, being in a killing game was no relaxing feat; knowing you could die at any point, how you had to be wary around everyone, peek around every corner. This wasn’t living, and you found out that the fantasy of someone topping you was the best way to deal with that stress when you got your hands on a simple dildo you got from the casino, which you tried not to question.

“Your gentle begging for whatever you were using to go harder was so adorable~ How could I pass by the opportunity to assist someone knowing my knowledge of pleasure?” Sparing you a moment, he turned the machine off, earning a whine from you as you panted softly.

“So…y-you wait around like some creep…”

“Quite the opposite…” As he spoke, Korekiyo fished around in his pocket after putting the sybian’s controller in one hand. “I wait for needy little sluts like you to come to me asking for assistance~”

Before you could give a snarky response back, a button was clicked and vibrations emitted from the egg toy on your cock, earning Korekiyo a sweet moan from you as you ground your hips against the sybian’s insert.

Yes you came to him for help, but you had written it on a note, too stubborn(or embarrassed) to say it into words. That’s how you ended up here after all, but you were too blissed out to full remember that by this point.

“K-Korekiyo…~! Stop this…d-device at once! I swear I’ll have your he—a-ahh~!!”

The sybian activated at high speeds before you could finish your threat, immediately silencing you. Your mind nearly went blank trying to process both toys at once, but your body would take care of that for you, rocking your hips to gain the friction of the insert within you while your cock twitched from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh none of that now, dear. Why don’t you just be a good boy and moan for me. Maybe even beg me to cum while you’re at it. Unless you still want to be a brat~”

Waves of ecstasy clouded any form of thought, your moans soon being the only thing you could hear amongst all the other sounds. This was pure bliss, a fantasy come true, and with that in mind you were quick to crumble.

“K-Korekiyo…~ K-Kiyo~!!”

If you could bounce along this thing you would, wishing you could feel the stretching of something moving deep within you and using that pretty asshole of yours.

“Yes, dear? What is it~?”

“W-Wanna cum…p-please! P-Please let me cum!”

“Oh…the prince wants to cum…how pathetic~” He first turned the sybian up before following through with the egg, both devices loudly vibrating into the air and causing you to shriek from the overwhelming stimulation. “After your behavior, maybe you should just sit there and think about what you’ve done…”

“N-No!!” You begged, rapidly shaking your head. Your eyes were wide, wet with tears pricking the corners as you panted heavily. “P-Please! I’m—I’m sorry, Kiyo! P-Please just let me cum! I-I’ll behave I promise!”

Without a word, Korekiyo knelt down to the cock ring, his hand hovering over the object as he chuckled from your pathetic whimpering and silent begging. He had to first admire your trembling form before unclasping the ring, warmth rushing from your shaft to your body as you released your seed with a silent scream. Your back arched back to a concerning degree, but luckily for you, that’s where Korekiyo moved to to avoid being dirtied by your release, holding you steady to ride out your high before slowly turning off the machines.

He chuckled lowly as your body went slack, chest shallowly rising as you attempted to catch your breath. Through his mask, he kissed your forehead, his thumb running over your cheek, relishing the way your spent body appeared after the session.

“That’s my good boy~”

#kaisers house of desires #danganronpa #danganronpa korekiyo #drv3 korekiyo #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #top Korekiyo shinguji #bottom male reader

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residentfromnowhere · 5 months

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Sub!GiyuuTomiokaXDom!Reader

TW: BDSM, Pet Names, Multiple Orgasms, Voyarism & Toys

“That’s it, be a good boy and sing for me my pretty little bird”

And oh how he would sing. The choked backed cries and harmonious moans coming from his mouth made not on you turned on but him as well. Cock out on display, his erect member was proof that he was enjoying every single part of what you were doing. The crack of the whip hitting the air near him alone made him Precum so only imagine how his dick will react to your fucking him.

Giyuu Tomioka when around others is indeed the quiet, observant type. But when he’s stripped bare of his clothing, tied up, gagged, and dick being exposed in front of you, he’s anything but. He loves being used by you. Wether it’s jerking him off while he’s trying to meditate and just before he explodes you abruptly stop or just whispering the most disgusting and sexual things in his ear while he’s training, he can’t get enough of you and your “punishments”. If the other hashira ever saw him like this, bending to your will, his reputation as the quiet hashira would be completely destroyed.

“Got one more load for me, sweetie? Think ya can give me that?” You say sweetly while slowly fighting the restraints on his abdomen and the cock ring around his already throbbing dick. All he can manage to do it squeak as tears fall from his eyes. Stretched out and helpless, he’s one step away from completely coming undone. Cocks head purple from lack of release, you finally give him permission to come and come he did. Even though you love seeing him cry out and beg for it, you really wanted to see how much he stored up this time.

Long strings of white shoot wildly in the air, practically covering his thighs and bush. The scream that came out of his mouth was like music to your ears. You wait there and give him a moment before reaching up and taking the gag toy out of his mouth. He’s breathless and his face is stained with tears and saliva. His eyes rolled back as he tries to catch his breath.

Before you get up to find something to clean him off, He murmurs something that you don’t catch at first. You smile, thinking how cute it was that he could barely talk. “Yes, sweetie? You want more?” You say sweetly while leaning in toward him. When asked again, he nods insistently and almost needingly and says…

“M-more? Please Ggg-gimme m-more”

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circe69 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

As you arrived in the rainy Manchester, England, you found yourself to be in a slight predicament. With a drenched suitcase in one hand and a wasted train ticket in the other, you wander into a somewhat shady bed and breakfast, with Simon Riley's grandfather as the owner, and Simon Riley himself being your neighbor.

link to part 1

🗝 cw: suggestiveness, making out 🗝 genre: fluff 🗝 fem!reader

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The sound of a familiar alarm clock shook you out of your sleep, the repeating tune bouncing off the walls and making you groan as you turn over to slam your hand on the machine.

7 AM. All for a breakfast, you thought, but truthfully, you were curious about the man you'd met last night, Simon, and desperately wanted a chance to see him again, even if it meant losing a few hours of sleep.

You rolled out of bed, sliding on some complimentary slippers that the Inn had offered. Manchester was freezing this time of year, and the hardwood floors didn't help. As you padded your way across the small room, you passed a floor-length mirror. Your mouth downturned at what you saw, your hair going in all different directions and your pants rolled up to your thighs. Well, I guess it means I got good sleep, you shrugged as you passed the mirror into the bathroom, unraveling your curling iron in impatience.

The weather was chilly, and slightly rainy, as always, but you didn't mind it. You'd brought a perfect outfit, anyways, some flare leggings and a dark green sweater. Your makeup had been done in almost record timing, not to mention it was one of those days where it had turned out amazing (out of pure luck, no doubt.) and your hair wasn't as frizzy as you'd expected it to be. It was strangely perfect, and as you slid some UGG boots on, you started to get excited for breakfast.

Just as you were about to turn the door knob to walk out, slinging your purse over your shoulder, there was a loud knock at your door.

"You up?" Simon yelled from the other side. You jumped in response, and opened the door with a hand over your chest. "Goodness, yes I'm up!" He smirked at your slightly out-of-breath sentence, but his face fell when his eyes swept over you.

They didn't miss an inch. They were curious, hungry. Dark brown eyes watched every part of you as if he was studying for a test. "Wow, you look," he stopped to look back up at you, and cleared his throat before saying, "Put together. Way more than yesterday."

You gasped at his attempt of a compliment, dramatically leaving your jaw agape for him to see. "I'm always put together!" You tried to catch up with him as he made his way down the stairs.

After stepping foot on the first floor, Simon led you into a small dining room that was already filled to max capacity with people. You looked around to see the Simon's grandfather, some old ladies knitting scarves, a few younger boys playing with toy trains on the ground. It was a nice sight to ease into the morning with, the sunlight shining through broken blinds and resting on the tops of people's heads.

"Mornin," Simon's deep voice said as it broke through the previous chatter of the people. Everyone stopped what they were doing to all respond in harmony as he led you to an empty seat and pulled it out for you. You politely nodded and as he scooted you in, Simon leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You snored like a bloody freight train, y' know that?" You slapped his arm as he sat in the seat closest to you, "I did not!" Simon winked at you before tucking a napkin into his shirt, "Yeah, I didn't sleep at all, you were too loud."

"Alright, alright, Simon, leave the lady alone," his grandfather said before tapping a rusty spoon on a mug, "I'd like to make a toast, to all of you lovely people who decided to join our breakfast. I reckon my wife is still asleep, but I'll bring her up somethin'." He paused to clear his throat, "As rundown and grimy as this place can be, it means a lot that you all have come to stay. So thank you." He lifted his mug of coffee and you all did the same, cheering quietly and clinking cups with one another. One of the old ladies said from across the table, "I'm starving, hurry up and open those dishes befor' I keel over."

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"Ugh, I'm stuffed," you said, slumping back and leaning your head on the back of your chair. Simon turned to look at you, his cheek resting on his palm. He kept sleepy eye contact with you as his foot slid up your ankle, gently rubbing back and forth on your bare skin. You smiled at the action, leaning up in your chair and placed a hand on top of his. He whispered next to your ear, "I wanna show you something." You nodded and followed him out after he stood and pushed both of your chairs in.

Simon led you to a small garden in the backyard of the Inn, with rows and rows of both fruits and flowers. It was quaint, but perfect, and well-kept. Probably the most well-kept thing of the whole establishment. "This is so pretty. Who takes care of it all?" He didn't even look up at your question, but stayed in his kneeled position on the wet grass, fiddling with a strawberry plant in his fingers. "I do," he spoke, "Well, whenever I'm home, it's my hobby. But my grandfather tries his best when I'm not." He stood up, holding a hand out to you, signaling for you to take it. "If you think this is pretty, you just wait."

He walked you past all sorts of different plants, explaining what each of them were and what food it was good on. You admired it, how this strong Lieutenant who kept to himself most of the time was so adamant when it came to gardening. Before you knew it, the two of you stumbled upon a vine-covered gazebo, green laced the white paint underneath it all, and it overlooked a small but gorgeous lake. Your face said everything it needed to; it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. The sun was perfectly reflected on the water, gentle ripples popping on top every so often.

"Wow," was all you could say, and as you turned around to face Simon again, you noticed his eyes weren't focused on the amazing sight beyond the gazebo; they were focused on you, perhaps even the whole time you'd been there. All he needed to see was your face light up at things he'd seen his entire life, things that to him were mundane and boring, but maybe with you they could mean something again.

He took a step closer, slowly stepping to close the distance between the two of you. You watched chest rise and fall with nervous anticipation, feeling your breathing falter as well. His hand hesitantly moved to your waist, the other to your cheek and slowly pulled you in, his lips gently resting on top of yours.

The kiss was slow, nothing was to be expected from either of you. Your hands were still at your side, but steadily reached up to wrap around Simon's neck. You slightly opened your mouth at the same time you tugged a fistful of his hair, making him groan into you and squeeze both of your hips. He walked you backwards until your butt hit the railing of the gazebo, and braced himself on one side of you while his other hand roamed the entire length of you; from brushing his fingertips on your collarbone to gripping the meat on your thigh, nothing was left unconsumed by his large hands. Your tongue swept against his bottom lip before rubbing against his own, soft groans and whines were the only sounds overlapping the soft waves breaking on the rocky shore below you.

Simon broke the kiss to rest his forehead on yours, panting and swallowing deeply before going back in for seconds, his teeth nipping at the skin on your neck and jaw, then kissing the redness he'd marked away. He pulled his head up again, looking at you and your swollen, pink lips, all from his doing.

"Mm," he groaned once more, his eyes closing and burrowing his head into the side of your neck.

"Simon?" You said in a soft tone. He hummed in response, his hands rubbing your lower back, gathering fabric in his fingers to massage your bare skin. "I'll open my door tonight."

He looked up at you, his eyes widened and a small smirk dressing his face. You spoke again, teasing him while letting your hands roam over his chest.

"Are you gonna knock?" You smiled into the question.

Simon planted one more kiss on the tip of your nose, then one on the side of your mouth, "Maybe," he responded.

But Simon knew in his head, it wasn't a maybe, he'd been waiting since he first saw you to get his hands all over you, to whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and behind your ears. He wouldn't just knock at your door, he'd be there on both knees, ready for you to open it.

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #modern warfare #ghost x y/n #simon riley x y/n #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #circe69scribbles

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cherrychan-0110 · 18 days

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⚠️⚠️FLASH/SEIZURE WARNING ⚠️⚠️

New M&A Harmony Toys Commercial goes kinda crazy

GOD .

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wonderrbeam · 2 days

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My H&H gender swap au: A Mother’s Calamity

This au is where the adults are their opposite genders and a buncha’ other stuff that I’m going to try to explain! Martha Greywhinder has basically kept the same personality Martin has, she is still the cold, stern and disciplinary parent and still holds a lot of abusive qualities. But she cares for her children (who are very much her and Glor’s biological kids in this au)

Her sister, Arlene Greywhinder, of course still develop M&A Harmony Toys and basically most of the same stuff that happens in the vhs tapes happens in here. Such as the kidnappings, murders, and other crimes Martin has committed.

Martha sees how other people view her not so alive toys and gets pretty pissed off at that and the fact that she’s beginning to find out her husband and her sister have been bonding a little too much from the inflict of her abuse. The Broadcast Incident happens and unfortunately Ace Wilson gets murdered. Martha gets obsessed on making the perfect toy and poor Banzo gets turned into a killing machine.

Arlene finds out and the same events that play in Go0d_By3_ArThur happen except Arlene doesn’t get get shot and doesn’t mention running away with Glor and the kids. Martha’s relationship with Thomas, Macy, and Ava are pretty good, she can be pretty or very cruel sometimes but overall she adores them a lot.

Sadly, one of Martha’s creations injure Thomas and Macy (who unfortunately were near at the moment) very badly and that eventually gets them killed. Arlene and Glor are obviously very heartbroken and both began to put the blame on Martha (which definitely and reasonably they should) and Martha, who is very devastated and currently grieving of the loss of her first two kids, of course doesn’t see this and instead argues with the fact that she knows how they’ve been acting towards each other behind her back.

Arlene and Glor take Ava away from her and they both successfully flee to Arlene’s house. Causing Martha to get even more upset and goes on a rampage, killing them both, which Arlene turns into the Ice cream man, or woman shall I say. And Glor turns into a vengeful spirit.

Due to Martha’s grief she digs Thomas and Macy out of their graves and resurrects Thomas into a Henry Doll, and Macy into the Singing Sofia Marionette, desperate to have some sort of contact or connection with her son and daughter. Martha also manages to take Ava back during the rampage, leaving her being the only fully alive daughter she has.

And that is all for now! If you have any questions I’ll willingly and happily answer them!

Also here is female Arthur! :D (Arlene)

#harmony and horror #h&h #harmony & horror #h&h au #gloria greywhinder #martin greywhinder #arthur greywhinder #thomas greywhinder #macy greywhinder #ava greywhinder #gender swap au #genderswap #quick doodle #amy wilson #h&h amy wilson

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chatterbox-73 · 2 years

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Simptember 2022.

Day 3 - heat wave.

Keigo Takami x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: some might say a heat wave isn’t the best time to get hot and heavy, however you and Keigo would beg to differ.

Word count: 1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral m!receiving, spanking, anal play (fingering), anal, humping/grinding, sex toy/vibrator and double penetration.

You sat on the living room floor in nothing but a pair of underwear and Keigo relax spread out on the couch, you both sat in little to nothing as the day was a particularly hot sunny day, Keigo fanned himself with a folded newspaper as sweat dripped down is brow “god damnit, it’s so fricking hot” he groaned and threw his head back, you hummed as you thought for a moment “would the bedroom be cooler by now?” you asked as looked back at the man on the couch, “maybe I’ll go check” he stood to his feet and left the room. “Hey get in here” he yelled from the other room, you quickly stood to your feet and ran into the room, when you set foot into the room you were met with a nice cool chill, “you’re a genius, putting our good fan in here, so smart” Keigo hummed as he sprawled out on the bed before you cuddled up next to his half naked body, despite the heat and sweat you both held each other tight as you were originally meant to spend your days off doing something else, however this heat wave hit and stop you for doing anything… until now.

You pulled away from the sweaty man and sat up, you ran a hand down his bare chest before reaching his boxer briefs and pulling them off, you palmed his flaccid member until it was hard and throbbing, you then wrapped a hand around it and pumped it slowly before getting on him so your back was facing him. Keigo grabbed your ass and smacking it, before he pulled your underwear to the side and swiped a finger over your cunt, you wiggled your hips teasingly as you leant down and took your boyfriend into your mouth. Keigo moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking and licking his member while your hand softly massaged his sack, “attagirl, suck that dick” he laughed as he smacked you ass cheek again this time give the flesh a rough squeeze after. Keigo’s encouragement helped you take him deeper down your throat, the man groaned as you gagged on his length and wrapped you tongue around the base of it, Keigo’s muscles tightened and his hips shuddered “god yes, take my cum baby” he moaned as he pushed his hips up and his cock even further into your mouth before releasing his load.

You moaned as you swallowed Keigo’s cum, he taste had quite an effect on you though it was no secret as Keigo had a full view of the cunt clenching and unclenching as you drank him up, “slide down baby” he held the backs of your thighs and pushing you down his chest and passed his hips until the underside of his member was pressed against your cunt, Keigo instructed you the grind back on his member as he reached through the bedside table until he grabbed out everything he needed, “alright hands and knees” he hummed and you did as you were told.

You waited anxiously as you heard Keigo fiddle with an unknown object, that was until you felt the bed shift and Keigo grab your left ass cheek, before spreading it and pouring a cold liquid onto you tight puckered hole. Keigo brought two fingers down to your hole and pushed them in and out of you until they moved no resistance, he then moved onto a scissoring motion with his finger, however as soon as the motion started it stopped. Keigo pulled away and poured more lube on your ass, this time he grabbed both your ass cheeks and spread them wide before lining himself up and pushed in, there was a harmony of moans as he bottomed out, you couldn’t help but moan and whine as he stretched you out with each thrust of his hips, “fuck, your ass is so sexy pressed up against me” Keigo groaned as he pulled you flush against his pelvis before smacked your ass cheek particularly hard, “grind back on me baby” he demanded as he rubbed a hand over your lower back. You whined and did as you were told, grinding slowly before gradually picking up speed, Keigo held your hips as you ground back on him “yeah, that’s it, shake that fat ass” he moaned and watched as your behind shook as you wiggled and ground on him, he was absolutely mesmerised by your ass. You began getting lost in your rhythm that was until you felt Keigo grab your hips and stop you, “stay nice and relaxed for me, baby” he hummed and leant back to grab something, you took a deep breath and focused on the wall in front of you not wanting to excite yourself, you felt Keigo move a hand under you and begin rubbing something wet and rigid against your clit, you hummed in delight at the sensation that was until it stopped and suddenly something was roughly shoved into you. You cried out and tried to pull away from the fullness you were feeling however your boyfriend just held you in place and told you to breath, you took deep breathes in and out, slowly adjusting to the unnatural stretch, but soon enough you were back to grinding against Keigo and the toy he put in you. When Keigo was sure you were comfortable enough with the toy he turned on the vibrator and watched you fall undone instantly, “shit I can feel it, fuck I’m gonna cum” he groaned and began thrusting roughly into your rear, you couldn’t make sense of the words he spoke as you creamed all over the vibrating toy. Keigo held your hips in a vice-like grip as he cum, after he released he pulled out and disposed of the condom before holding the vibrating toy in you, “Keigo… I’m done…” you whined as your sensitive cunt clenched, “oh baby, I’m no where near done with you” he hummed and turned up the vibration.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 2 - Future:Zeke Jaeger

Day 4 - Detention:Tenya Iida

#bnha #mha #keigo takami #mha hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader smut #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x reader smut #mha keigo x reader #simptember

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paldean-sandwich-rater · 3 months

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A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

#asks #sandwich rating #anon sandwich sub(mission)

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puffyboa · 4 months

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okay last post before I go to bed. This is Margo Ashlyn. A nineteen year old who works at a family owned arcade called “Buddie Arcade” located not far from the Harmony Arcadia. She works there along with her younger sister and single father who’s the founder of Buddie Arcade. She was a close friend of Thomas Greywinder before his disappearance. She helped make the Wood buddies with her father when she was younger. She always has one eye covered for one reason (a certain big pink ice cream cone). She always hated Martin for a lot of reasons mostly cause she knows what he did to Thomas. She was always scared of M&A harmony toys because of the puppets. If you want to draw her you’re free to do so:) more information about her will be coming soon

also sorry about the quality of the drawing I drew this on my iPad and the camera quality sucks😢

#harmony and horror #battington #ocs #h&h

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Learning More

Date: October 11th, 2131

Oooh boy. Today was intense. Let's start from the beginning though.

Kris finally started showing us around Castle Town today. Since they already showed us the Dojo, we started with this giant door to the east of town. Spamton didn't sound too fond at first (something about a "shady business man"/advertiser being down that way?) but then Kris mentioned something about Spamton being all alone and out in the open if he stayed there, so I think he sorta reluctantly followed us after mentioning how I was his cover. (It hid behind me as we passed by a mannequin display manned by a blue Darkner both times)

Apparently the Great Door is the closet door in Auntie Toriel's classroom. CK tried to push it open but Kris said it was locked before he tried to bust it down with his hammer. Also at one point, Aunt Toriel's classroom was a place Jevil called the "KINGDOM OF CARDS, CARDS!" And was he and a few of the other Darkners here lived before coming to Castle Town. Jevil also mentioned something about there being four kings before the spade one went mad with power? I didn't get it and Kris said it was a long story involving a Knight or something. They also tried to cover CK and my ears when something about fountains was brought up. I had a lot of questions. Only some got answers later in the day.

Anyways, after that Kris suggested we head to "Seam's Seap" which confused me since they said it like "shop" but it's spelled "seap". After actually getting to the shop I finally got it. (You see, Seam's name is spelled like a seam on clothing but it's pronounced like the name Sean but with an M. and thus shop is spelled like seap because of the ea forming the haw sound. It's actually pretty clever as I think about it). So we get to the shop and meet this old cat Darkner named Seam (pronounced shawm). Kris asks them to explain the Prophecy to CK and I since they thought Seam could explain it better than them. Also apparently Seam knew Jevil! (Who decided to wait outside for some reason)

Gyeh, I'm rambling. CK had asked Seam if they could tell him more about Jevil, but Kris shut Ceeks down so Seam could tell us about the Prophecy first. Seam questioned why Kris didn't tell us since they "certainly have the horns of someone who knows it" before agreeing to after CK mentioned that Kris is terrible at telling stories. (Their monotone voice used to make CK cry as a baby. I never think I had an problem with it oddly enough.) And so Seam told us about the Legend of this land.

"Long ago, in a time long before you two were born, LIGHT and DARK lived in balance and harmony and brought peace to the world. The Lightners, like yourselves, would live in the Light World, and we Darkners would live in the Dark World, which you Lightners watching over us. Our protectors. Our creators. Those who give us purpose."

I stopped Seam to ask what they meant by "gave them purpose" and apparently Lightners are like gods to Darkners? Which um... Still kind of wicks me out. Honestly the idea of any sort of higher power or being makes me uncomfortable because like, if there's something watching over us, who's to say they're not controlling us? That nothing we do is our choice but instead decided by those above or something like fate or destiny? Wouldn't that make us all just puppets? Toys for gods? Is that exactly what Darkners are supposed to be to Lightners? Just... toys and playthings? ... I don't like that.

Anyways, Seam mentioned that if the balance between the Light and Dark worlds were to ever become unbalanced then "The sky would run black with terror, the land would crack, and the Earth would draw her final breath." When CK asked if it'd be like an apocalypse, Seam said that was one way to put it before continuing. A little bit later Kris called this event the "Roaring".

According to the Prophecy, "Only then, would three heroes appear at world's edge to save it from such destruction. A Human, A Monster, and a Prince from the Dark. It is prophesized that only they can seal the fountains, and banish the "Angel's Heaven", restoring balance to the lands once more." The three heroes apparently being Kris and some of their friends. (Guess that explains why Jevil keeps calling them the "Great Hero of Light" and stuff.) Even though today, the only fountain open is the one here in Castle Town, there's been others in the past. All of them sealed and their inhabitants brought to Castle Town by Kris. Seam also came from the Dark World that used to be in the old classroom Auntie Toriel moved into, just like Jevil.

Kris has also mentioned there hasn't been almost any Dark Worlds opened in a while, and with hope, there shouldn't be more opening any time soon unless CK or I try to open them. To which CK joked about the ability to create fantasy worlds in closets seeming pretty fun (which like, I agree CK but are you forgetting the whole sky going dark and land cracking stuff!?) Even if CK was joking, Kris still didn't seem all that amused, they mentioned how they've spent around the last eight years sealing any Dark Fountains that open and how after the first week "'destiny' seemed to get the memo." and they started dying down. At this point, they say a Dark Fountain hasn't opened for at least four or five years.

After that, Seam asked if there was anything else we needed, and though I was about to ask Seam to elaborate on what they meant when they said Lightners were like gods, CK cut me off too ask about Jevil...

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #spamton #undertale #kris #comic kings #ck #jevil #seam

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masterpost | instinct variants

since there’s been a rennaissance of mbti in kpop, i’ll introduce you to a related personality typing tool that might interest you. instinct variants!

the three instincts in this system are commonly combined with the mbti to further specify/subtype it (hence it’s called ‘variant’) and, maybe you’ve heard of it, one’s enneagram personality type. but you can also type yourself or others separately, it’s not 100% tied to it. this post will introduce the typology on its own so you can apply it however you want.

:: why “instincts”? because these archetypes indicate the person’s priority in life to secure their well-being, survival, and self-fulfillment. it’s about human instinct, orientation, what compels you.

🍓if you like motivation psychology, this is a great basic way to find out and categorize what drives you/someone. it’s absolutely eye-opening.

so what are the three instincts?

let’s just jump right into it.

we all use ‘em, just by different intensity:

↦ self-preservation (SP), sexual (SX), and social (SO).

that basically covers every area of life. they can be described and associated with the symbolic 6 elements (fire, water, earth, air, metal, wood) like this:

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:: 🍎 SELF-PRESERVATION INSTINCT

SP - being preoccupied with the body, immediate environment, daily life, food intake, state of health, housing/home, room temperature, mundane affairs, weather/climate, close-by nature, money, physicality, pleasure or harm of the senses, decor/interior, your things: ‘stuff’, stability, maintenance, economy, cleanliness, transport, property, errands, constancy, business, boundaries, stress, clothing, travel, any living foundations and resources. # PRIMARY FEAR: mortality, sickness, annihilation, poverty

🌳 ELEMENT: earth/wood/metal - solidity, lasting, groundwork

+ common misconception: “only sensing types = self-preservation!”. intuitives can also tap into SP, especially when they use logic. say, an ENTJ could use the self-pres instinct more than an ISFP in some cases.

🌹 SP EXAMPLE. bts’ min yoongi

yoongi is most known for copious producing. he surrounds himself with work, being a calming presence in person. he’s reserved rather than an energizer bunny or a deliberate center of attention. yoongi handles living area repairs, keeping his body warm, cooking, material/financial security, music equipment, and his sleep to a fault. extremely domestic, grounded, and task-oriented. his personality is very ‘earth’.

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:: 🍎 SEXUAL INSTINCT

SX - seeking stimulation, merging, passionate outlets, immersion, one’s impulses/urge, chemistry, aliveness, excitement, fusion with/taking in whole an abstract subject/person/activity, fiery thrill, desire, steaminess, arousal, turn-ons/offs, craving VS repulsion, one’s impact, showing the underbelly, risk, surrender, obsession-compulsion, bonding, taboo, attraction or disruption, mating strategy, rawness, grit, edge, being a peacock = flaunting yourself. # PRIMARY FEAR: incompleteness, attraction loss, non-desirability

🔥💧ELEMENT: fire/water - instability, energy, back and forth

+ common misconception: “only this instinct is responsible for relationship topics and sex”. SP also entails stable relations in the home, and reproduction. while SO is a major component in forming interpersonal bonds.

🌹 SX EXAMPLE. shinee’s lee taemin

taemin captivates with alluring stage displays focused on seduction, attractiveness, eroticism, dare. he toys with danger, darkness, S&M, and his work explores gender-nonconformity. taemin gets under the viewer’s skin. he’s characterized as a cheeky flirt, fashionable tease, and provocateur with interests and choreos that would make other people flinch. his personality is very ‘fire & water´.

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:: 🍎 SOCIAL INSTINCT

SO - an interest in social surrounding, community, harmonious connection, social protocol, pecking order, looking to others, being a member of sth to derive identity, group safety, bigger causes, competitions, affiliations, broadcasting, self-display, social movements, good/bad people distinction, social graces, upbringing, acceptance, altruism, etiquette, herd mentality, cohesion, family orientation, politics, history/tradition, being ‘seen as ___’, language, articulation, social media, trends. # PRIMARY FEAR: loneliness, alienation, inferiority

💨ELEMENT: air/wind - mobility, communication, fluidity

+ common misconceptions: “people who use SO a lot are extroverts/social butterflies/feelers with a high EQ”. while that is often true, you could be an ISTJ who very much values keeping up community-wise over SP and SX.

🌹 SO EXAMPLE. nct’s mark lee

mark is everywhere you look. he can fit into any subgroup that’s new on the scene. he’s equipped with the latest internet slang and memes - always following the pulse of time and its thousand people projects. mark is seen as a posterboy of his generation, everyone’s younger brother. he’s a guy who can strike conversation with anybody, juggling several fandoms in several languages. his personality is very ‘air´.

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typing people is only the beginning, you can also apply the instincts to general phenomena! for instance.

- instinct examples from the kpop world:

🍒 SP: merch giveaways, ticketing process, designers/sponsors, advertisements, filming and setting equipment, stocks, pop-up stores, physical fanart, food as variety show competition prizes, idol’s dorms, concert logistics, dance studios, physical copies/photocards, organization and schedule, cooking shows, diets, sales, airport touchdowns, idols working out, staff and directors, companies

🍒 SX: music video concepts, fanfic and scenario writers, wake-up bubble messages, one-on-one fanmeets, shipping, youtube fancam compilations, relay cams, aegyo, high note battles, dating bans, things you write in the tags, banger music, choreography, delulus/sasaengs, controversies, group visuals, attractive makeup, niche content creators, romance drama acting, the group center, choosing your bias

🍒 SO: huge scale fansigns, meme creators, multifandom, comebacks, halloween parties, fandom wars, variety shows, clout, viral moments, mascots, fanzines, censorship, music & award shows, kpop slang words, stan twitter, scandals, popular content creators, hierarchy roles (maknae etc), kpop blogs and news outlets/kpop journalism, photoshoots, a concert queue/audience, trainees, debuts and releases, fanchants

☞ see what you pay the most attention to and care the most, where you’re sort of up to date/care a little, and where you don’t keep up with/have no clue. it’ll say everything about which instinct is how strong in you.

how instincts come together

needless to say, these areas overlap and merge. mistyping can be common as this theory intersects three instincts /in relation/ to one another rather than assigning you only one and you’re ready to go.

↳ 🍉 everyone will use a combination of two (!) at once most of the time, one stronger, the other moderate, while disregarding the third. mark, for instance, uses extra SP with his SO, and SX less so. he is an idol that’s more of a cozy social butterfly (SO + SP) rather than having an enticing, intense sensual image like say skz’ hyunjin (SX + SP) that cuts to the chase.

↳ 🍉 almost everyone will hyperfocus on a singular area. attention: SX being a sort of hyperfocus itself, it’s sometimes hard to distinguish. so remember that SX is about human chemistry. in any case — there’s always one strongest instinct contender. hence the other two diminish. the instinct of secondary priority to you will sort of operate in the background. for instance, bts’ jhope’s tidy SP works behind his upbeat SO instinct.

↳ 🍉 in the rare case of someone using all three instincts equally well, they will still have a preference towards one or two and shrug off the third. two instincts always develop at the expense of another one. but are there such people who can do it all? nct’s taeyong strikes me as such:

he looks after over 20 people to ensure inclusion (SO), projects an immense attractive effect on others (SX), cares about cooking/clothing/caring for himself, others and animals (SP). he might have been appointed as nct’s leader as he’s so capable in all instincts. nevertheless, his caregiving SP is his strongest drive, the major theme, added to his sensing function.

...most people have a tendency and crucial order of priority anyway, which i’ll show you now:

instinct stackings

you have a primary instinct, secondary instinct, and blind spot.

😱 the first is the burning focus that’s very set in its tracks: something you almost anxiously/desperately push for. you feel like this piece is missing in your life, so you follow a strong pull. this prevailing motivation is intrinstic, powerful, and on auto pilot. other people will immediately see it in you, while you take it for granted to such a degree you might be unaware. even if you’re not good at it, you want to handle it all by yourself. this area in life is constantly sought-out.

😊 the second is your successful and more laid-back way of going about the first. sort of like a carefree playground, a resource, the home base. it’s the somewhat stashed-away superpower, your area of supporting adjustment to satisfy your dominant 1st drive. the pressure is off here, it’s ‘not that deep’ to you. you ask for help but also can manage by yourself, always adequately so. the secondary instinct feels available and comfortable to the person. there is no extra effort needed. this instinct also keeps other people (!) who overuse or underuse it at bay.

😴 the last is the sacrifice or consequence. your dormant drive that’s blocked out, underdeveloped. it can exhaust you easily when tapped into. it’s an area of awkward insecurity; something you will not wanna talk about. you’re too unbothered, so it wreaks havoc, but you’re also rather ‘free’ from its chains until it suddenly becomes necessary in a situation. you dismiss this overwhelming area of life, compensate with the other instincts. you depend on other people to help you with it.

see how like with stacking together blocks of mbti functions, we slowly move into building individual types by putting instincts into positions of preference?

in essence, the first aka dominant and last instinct positions take things to an extreme (too much VS lack). the middle instinct is usually in perfect tune rather than biting off more than it can chew, or underperforming and never minding the topic at all. you have an entire ‘scale’ right there. and so it follows:

🍓SP in the stacking

SP doms overemphasize dealing with material safety nets and their own body, tidying and organizing and preserving and hustling to survive, building things up to last. they chase their every personal need and self-protect at all costs. (e.g. kun, jennie, xiumin, bom, shownu)

SP 2nds take care of themselves/others as a means to an end checking off all basic survival boxes (e.g. healthy diet, stable income), but don’t take material safety and health to an extreme. they are adequately hands-on, bothering with climate, finance, and living structures in balance. (e.g. wonho, j-hope, chen)

SP blind spots neglect their physical wellbeing and would rather not self-monitor. they eschew topics of proper providing, long-term resources, their living situation/environment. they are anti-conservation with everything and prefer deep transformation, going all out and creating a spark. (e.g. jimin, felix, lisa)

🍓SX in the stacking

SX doms recklessly pursue the juice of a situation, dig deep, divide the masses, go buckwild, and come on very strong, explicit, and shocking. they’re the flame that burns too bright. they want to be polarizingly interesting and feel truly alive jumping from one high to the other: they want all the spice. (e.g. changkyun, yuta, ten, lay, hyuna, jessi)

SX 2nds regularly seek to be rather energized and refreshed, but don’t overdo the heated give and take of SX craving. they’re not obsessive or self-destructive. they control and tame the game of sex appeal and attraction rather than going haywire or fearing to tap into it. they can uphold chemistry. (e.g. chanyeol, minho, bangchan)

SX blind spots are understated, avoid being overly thrilled and immersed in something. they don’t let the guard down. they don’t go at something full throttle and would rather stay too grounded and sterile/bored than getting too much of an emotional, intimate high from something. they’re overcautious. they couldn’t rub the wrong way if they tried and are more subtle in social settings. (e.g. seokjin, johnny, onew, jisoo, suho, boa)

🍓SO in the stacking

SO doms are involved to exhaustion. they know the ropes and ranks, but to a fault, paying attention to influence, connection, status, or acclaim/leadership. they have lots of communication output-input. they screen others all the time. social cues and presentation skills are everything to them. their goal is popularity, display, fitting in, being the 200% team player. (e.g. haechan, baekhyun, s.coups, cl)

SO 2nds will mingle on the occasion. they’re decently community-driven and civil, however not compulsively social nor clout chasers. they are in the loop, but don’t crave ultra-attention. they accurately size up others and curate their friendship/family circle, firm yet flexible in their social identity and position. they join the big cause for its own sake. (e.g. yeonjun, taeyong)

SO blind spots can be out of touch and fall out of social activity, being a one-person island. they don’t want to enter a social order. they omit to ‘present’ themselves and are unaware how they relate to others; don’t maintain social bonds after an initial high. they don’t communicate a ‘brand’ off their identity and character being out there in the herd all the time. (e.g. xiaojun, kyungsoo, hyunjin)

🌹 EXAMPLE. exo’s kai

widely known as passionately ardent to painful extremes with dancing, kai comes forth with intimate solo albums and sultry viral stage moments. he’s an all or nothing magnetic performer, unafraid of doing over-the-top racy concepts that drop jaws (primary SX = the overdrive).

in the meantime, he enjoys general popularity and a lively fandom connection, drawing people in wherever he goes and being the go-to ambassador. he can blend in well, he’s sweet, measured, and lovely with crowds. the will keep disruptive people who step out of line in check. (secondary SO = the adjustment).

“i’d have no regrets dying on stage” — the detriment of his fierce practice have been repetitve injuries to his spine and overwork. kai wants to go the extra mile rather than sparing and protecting himself. jongin also regularly blows up his kitchen 💀🙈 (SP last = the awkward area).

to sum things up:

dominant instinct - most untamed energy is directed and spent here. secondary instinct - stakes are lower, the least problems occur. blind spot - a disregarded area, only ever indirectly or clumsily dealt with.

we use slashes to indicate that stacking order, relinquishing the blind spot.

primary/secondary(/blind spot).

so, kai’s stacking would be called:

“SX/SO”.

meaning: the sexual instinct bleeds into the social one. an individual who will utilize their carnal, expressive display (SX) to entertain/galvanize crowds (SO). it’s a very common stacking among k-pop idols. they embody the sex symbol archetype surrounded by their people/the fandom the most believably, it holds the attention. kai has always gained traction by doing just that.

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the two flows.

there are two ways of “sorting” instinct stackings by the person’s priorities. as in all human history: one camp goes with the flow, the other swims against the stream. you have those instinct sequences that conform or rebel. synflow as in synergy (”with”), and contraflow as in contrary (”against”).

❤️ SYN-FLOW (oriented towards people): sp → so → sx → sp. aka the dominant culture. here, instincts all follow each other logically by evolution. first, humans would secure themselves and their home (SP). then, their tribe to belong somewhere (SO), and then find then intimate attractions and a joie de vivre, a zest for life (SX), only then to settle (SP), and then again orient themselves by their community (SO). and so on, as the arrows show: it’s a cycle. synflow is very “life > decay/downfall”.

🌶 CONTRA-FLOW (compelled away from people): sp → sx → so → sp. aka the counterculture. here, instincts become utopian. individuals of this flow would first secure their own safety elusively (SP), aim for metamorphosis looking for mates (SX), and only then become social animals meeting fellow outsiders (SO), only to settle down (SP), only to break it up again causing a spark not to become complacent (SX). synflow favors revolution over harmonious stability.

[- note: SX/SP can seem contraflow since their SO is so low, and SO/SP can feel synflow because their SO is so high, e.g. like j-hope.]

TIP: you can get a feeling where someone belongs by how against the grain they go or whether they nurture what they have. example:

taeyong is synflow SP/SO. wholesome, uniting everyone. he gains the respect of all he’s surrounded by, being the reliable pillar of his sphere. synflow creates community expansion (SP -> SO): nct centering around him is just that. taeyong takes care (SP) of literally everyone (SO).

but, rather than relying on flow alone, it’s always better to type by what you think the preferred instinct is, their secondary drive, and the blind spot. the same goes for having an overview of the theory before taking frankly mediocre internet tests. look at the person’s vita, find the dominant instinct first. and then the blindspot, which is often easier to determine than the 2nd, simply by its sheer absence.

6 overall types emerge.

if you look at your friends or the people whose personality you crush on, you’ll usually either share your dominant instinct and/or come from the same flow. going by the idea that we use two instincts mostly, in a certain order, this results in 6 instinctual archetypes:

synflow: SP/SO, SO/SX, SX/SP contraflow: SP/SX, SX/SO, SO/SP

so the motivations, topics, actions, and blind spots of the 6 types will look like the following. i love the idea of stepping this up a whole notch (beginner learners bear with me) using symbolic ‘realms’ matching the types in the advanced typology of instincts.

SP/SO (realm of animals) - handling resources/the body to manage people/affiliations. one does not chase a craving for chemistry.

SO/SX (realm of humans) - being out there to act out your desire/passion. one forgets to take care of body and home.

SX/SP (realm of hungry ghosts) - exuding magnetic sexuality to establish stability. one does not consciously join a social cause.

SP/SX (realm of the underworld) - assuring resources to bond with something/somebody. one will eschew other’s social game rules.

SX/SO (realm of gods) - flaunting one’s attraction to socialize. one leaves health, safety, and material things to fate.

SO/SP (realm of titans/demons) - navigating community to acquire material benefit. one does not dive into obsessive self-immersion.

compare the tibetan buddhist wheel of life (called bhāvacakra; bhāva (भाव) = “becoming”, chakra (चक्र) = cycle). it explains our ever-revolving existence and root of striving/suffering like a giant populated rosetta stone of the instincts.

the six inner compartments are meant, this is the wheel’s labelled overview to show what goes on in each section:

the theory is not rooted in tibetan buddhism, this is just an example where instincts can be spotted in overarching concepts/archetypes worldwide. i found this analogy incredible and illustrative to remember an allegory for the stackings. since i learned it like this, it hasn’t left my mind.

example. we talked about SX/SO being a common type of kpop idols. they’re found in the realm of gods/heaven so to speak, which is about creating ecstasy, beauty — makes some major sense to me.

instinct health

why do we strive at all? the whole system depends on an imbalance. if neurosis happens, it will show up in an overly pursued primary instinct or a thoroughly discarded blind spot, which tends to coincide with one’s least implemented mbti function(s), but not always. rather, the idea of health goes like this:

the first instinct is often overused. (= ‘unhealthy’)

the second is mostly balanced, supporting the 1st. (= ‘healthy’)

the third is underused. (= ‘unhealthy’)

the term of health is used pretty loosely in this theory, all it means is: there’s either too much, just right, or not enough of an instinct at work. some people’s first instinct may be less intense than another’s, and we all have blind spots of different severity. some use the second instinct effortlessly, others still do baby steps and encounter some road blocks. no stacking is the same.

regardless, the overall tenet is: your instinct stacking is like a subconscious seesaw.

one point high up doing the most (1st instinct), the other down low pushing against (3rd instinct), and everybody forgets what is going on in the middle (2nd instinct) to keep things running 😂

HACKS:

- 🍓a primary instinct overdrive, your ‘demons’, can usually be dealt with by the mellowing secondary influence. it’s the natural consequence of the first instinct anyway. we all use our secondary to cool off the heat. we saw in the evolution history how these things move in circles. however! the dominant instinct will always be one’s #1 inevitable motivation. it is learned and ingrained. you can’t forcibly change your stacking, only focus differently with deliberation to develop yourself. the more you practice the 2nd instinct, the healthier the first will be: the weight is taken off.

- 🍓the 2nd instinct being almost always ‘healthy’ (= not extreme in either direction, too strong or too weak) can help you type someone. where in life have you or the person achieved an equilibrium? something that neither irks you all day and consumes your attention (first), or something you always forget or brush away (blind spot)? by the way: you might awkwardly clash with the stacking that has the same second instinct as you, but they are from the other flow. SX/SP and SO/SP, for instance. you will prioritize entirely different things (1st), and are excellent where the other lacks (3rd), but act the same way (2nd).

- 🍓with most people, one’s blind spot will remain the somewhat helpless enfant terrible. unless... there are other people of the same flow that take on that task for you. but! say you’re SO/SX, you meet an SP/SX who has your dormant instinct as their hyperfocus: it might solve your problems, but... they too unhealthily use self-preservation, and they’re contraflow, while you are synflow! rather, your best bet is an SO/SP. they use secondary self-pres in a balanced way to help your blindspot, and are 100% on board with your 1st instinct focus. and vice versa. hence:

instinct pairings: intertype relations!

yes, there are patterns, even if this aspect of the theory is less explored and not set in stone. as i see it, people of the same instinctual stack are usually besties by being birds of a feather, have you noticed? e.g., stray kids’ felix and chan are both SO/SX! they both bond (= secondary SX) over being aussies publically (= dominant SO).

all stacks within their own flow are rather compatible, and any pairing can work under the right circumstances. don’t discard someone if they seemingly don’t fit your instinct; they could have same ideal love language, a matching mbti type (e.g. ESFJ + INTJ), instinct isn’t everything, et cetera.

🍎 but there are still some (semi-)duals ([rather] ideal partners), activators (energizers), benefactors (helpers), supervisors (leaders), and conflictors (opposers) as type relations that have been theorized to rank like this. the dual is the most, the conflictor the least compatible.

if you want the whole shebang in one go:

- SX/SO: Sx/sp (dual) > Sx/So (activity) > So/sx (semi-dual) > So/sp (benefactor) > sp/sx (supervisor) > sp/so (conflict) - SX/SP: Sx/so(dual) > Sx/sp (activity) > Sp/sx (semi-dual) > Sp/so (benefactor) > So/sx (supervisor) > So/sp (conflict) - SO/SP: So/sz (dual) > So/Sp (activity) > Sp/so (semi-dual) > Sp/sx (benefactor) > sx/so (supervisor) > sx/sp (conflict) - SP/SO: Sp/sx (dual) > Sp/So (activity) > So/sp (semi-dual) > So/sx (benefactor) > sx/sp (supervisor) > sx/so (conflict) -SO/SX: So/sp (dual) > So/Sx (activity) > Sx/so(semi-dual) > Sx/sp (benefactor) > sp/so (supervisor) > sp/sx (conflict) - SP/SX: Sp/so (dual) > Sp/Sx (activity) > Sx/Sp (semi-dual) > Sx/so (benefactor) > so/sp (supervisor) > so/sx (conflict)

you don’t have to memorize this. it’s just some extra theorizing and playing around with types. let’s break it down with one specific intertype relation:

🍒 synflow benefactors:

SP/SO needs SO/SX

but SO/SX needs SX/SP

but SX/SP needs SP/SO (and repeat)

you can see how the supervisor’s own blind spot is the supervisee’s raging first intinct! so the story of this benefit chain goes on and on. 😅 back to the cycle! the less integrated the blind spot, the harder it is to transcend it.

ideally, you would ‘group’ humans as three in each flow: a perpetuum mobile. a family like that would be extremely functional, or a poly relationship. they all cover each other’s weak areas + balance another’s excess energy. meanwhile: love triangles can happen when a person from the opposing flow but the right secondary instinct, or the same dominant instinct enters the scene.

... but let’s talk about which pairings are the most complementary and drama-free.

the ideal dyad constellation is actually pairing instincts that are from different flows, but have the other’s blind spot as their second instinct: and the same first. 💡

shared values and concerns, they click immediately. their ‘home turf’ being the same sticks like glue. their occupied areas in life are synonymous so they will not drift apart. (primary instincts),

and their way of acting healthily in the world (2nd instincts)...

compensates for the other’s skeleton in the closet (=blind spots).

and the fact that they are from opposing flows ironically creates another balance, but enough tension to keep things fresh and dynamic. so let’s announce ‘em!

🍒 instinct duals / ideal pairings / dream teams:

SP/SO and SP/SX SO/SX and SO/SP SX/SP and SX/SO

so far so good, but as mentioned, it’s not set in stone. you find healthy friendships, parenting, work relations, and lovers of the most random stacking combos. instinct isn’t all there is, it only explains motivation and general focus in life.

and that’s it for now. hope you enjoyed a little deep dive into this theory and got a feeling for why people act the way they do based on their variant. as always: happy typing of your favorites ✍️

- related bonus article for the advanced readers: all enneagram variants described

#instinctual variants #mbti #enneagram #instinct variants #personality theory #typing #personality types #enneagram types #enneagram variants #bts #nct #skz #exo #blackpink #mx #svt #long post

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SCP: HMF - Groups of Interest Hub

Description: This is the part of the collection that will include organizations, cults, and governments that I think deserve their place in the SCP: HMF. I think it would be interesting to see weather fictional organizations would work with or against the Foundation and how such events would unfold. And like everything else I will also include my OC GoI’s so if you see something you don’t recognize its probably that.

Groups of Interest:

GoI: Scriptures of Rotten Flesh and Cybernetic Bones

GoI: Abstergo Industries

GoI: Eight Wings of Mekhane

GoI: Children of the Corn

GoI: The Black Queen's Insurgency

GoI: Fazbear Entertainment

GoI: Creed of Ealaqat Jayiea

GoI: M&A Harmony Toys

GoI: The Brown Family

GoI: Autobots

GoI: Decepticons

GoI: Zealots on Crack

GoI: Neo Umbrella

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

#DZtheNerd #SCP: Horror Movie Files #scp fanfiction #scp au #scp foundation #scp groups of interest #scp group of interest

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Flake's podcast - Harmony in Music

published on yt 2020-04-29, but probably podcast earlier

youtube

A lecture on Harmony in music, Flake plays the songs in order, starting with songs with one keynote, then two etc.

Some of the first songs he discovered in relation to cars, for instance at 0h16 a song he found on a CD that came with the car that he bought from a befriended singer from another band (that starts with Knor and ends with Kator), or at 0h20 a song they used to play in the car when Flake travelled along with other bands to their gigs, just to tag along hoping they'd let him play his casio with them (when Feeling B wasn't playing much).

Feeling B is mentioned a couple of times, like at 0h39, when Flake plays King Crimson, a band he discovered when the old drummer of Feeling B played it (who was a huge fan), Flake tells how he went to the guys house to listen and how they got in the mood to jam in the middle of the night, without soundcontrol in the room, so the entire appartementbuilding woke up from the drumming (a neighbour came round to complain, but the drummer just stared him down and the neighbour left).

At 1h38 Flake talks about the trip Feeling B undertook to the USA, travelling, playing for a handful of people, and being all together confused about the country, completely misunderstanding distances, so having to walk for hours, getting soaked in the rain, just to get breakfast, and indulging in all you can eat buffets (where Flake ate so much pudding he had enough for a lifetime).

Flake also mentions a couple of films he watched in the GDR when young and that mesmerized him, like (1h06) The Last Waltz about The Band, and particularly Muddy Waters' song Mannish Boy in it, which was pretty much the anthem of the East German bluesscene, or (1h25) Blues Brothers with Ray Charles.

At 1h11 he plays German band Trio, who played at a tv show, and at the end where voted the best of the show and asked to play again. The band played, but the singer just stood there eating an apple (while he voice could still be heard, clearly showing they were using playback). Flake thought that very cool, to show it that way, not bothering about lipsync.

Talking about cool, when he at 0h49 plays Daddy Cool (by Boney M), Flake tells us he always wanted his kids to think he was cool, so when travelling with Rammstein he always tried to find nice souvenirs for his kids, the house is full of Eifeltowers by now (the kids don't even look at them if he brings one of those), boomerang didn't work, kangaroo-in-can turned out to be a stuffed animal (and fortunately not kangaroomeat) so that was okay, but when he bought a real native american doll in the USA and came home with that, it turned out to be a barbie that you could also buy at Berlin-Kreuzberg (and Barbie wasn't considered that cool a toy by the kid's mom anyway, so no luck there).

One small Rammstein anecdote at 1h32: the band went to the MTV awards in Milan, and this time were asked to present an award to The Offspring, so Flake along with Paul and 'our drummer' (as he always refers to Schneider) agreed to do that. Flake thought it would be really funny if he, when announcing the award, gave a thank you speech instead. Well as it turns out Flake was the only one who thought it was funny, no one else did, least of all the actual awardwinners 😊

more of my takes on Flake's podcasts

#flake's podcast #des tastenfickers podcast #flake lorenz #rammstein

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Marty Greywhinder was caught saying HOMOPHOBIC SLURS at M&A Harmony Toys. Someone should fire that beast .

I don't know who that is.

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Chapter VII: All of her flavors

Summary: Karl enjoys afternoon tea with his friend. Meanwhile, Laito busts Misaki's escape plan and gives her a lesson to remember, which hits very close to the heart.

A/N: R: M with LaitoTM behavior at the end, so just keep that in mind.

Life was flourishing in the vast garden. Birds of various kinds filled the pure air with their flawless chipper. Trees hummed with them, creating perfect harmony for the other tiny beings to enjoy. Little creatures made their homes in their hard trunks or fertile ground. It all worked together in synch, doing each-other no harm, just like it was intended at the Beginning.

Amongst those small miracles, two men stood out in almost brutal contrast. One of them seemed out of place in his billowing robes and nearly floor-length white hair. Yet, he was the master of this place. A temporary guardian of Eden and Tree of Life, which roots were expanding through the whole Earth. This man was no other than Karlheinz, enjoying a round of particularly tricky marble chess with his life-long friend.

Said companion dressed in a significantly less elegant way. He was clad in a linen long-sleeved shirt and pants to match the outfit. His bare feet were buried in the rich-green grass, and only ever so often did one toe poke out. He enjoyed his usual afternoon break in his favorite way: by annoying the living hell of his friend.

"I see, so not everything went according to your prediction, did it?" He chuckled, toying with the pawn in his hand. "It's rather unusual for your powers to fail you this way, hm? Perhaps age is finally getting to you."

"Age?" Replied the other man in a dry tone. "Please, Socrates, you know as well as I do that fate is as unpredictable as ever. The fragile flow of time will do everything it can to restore balance. When I disrupted it by sending the girl there, it simply gave her a nudge for the things to flow smoothly."

"Since when are you calling Ayato's whims fate?"

Karlheinz's laugh was somewhat dimmed. "I never said he was the force of fate. On the other hand, I am sure that this state was always the only possible outcome."

Socrates regarded him for a second, stroking his long, white beard. "Is that how you find consolation after your plan failed for n-th time? You know that denial isn't a healthy coping mechanism. Maybe it's time you see a professional about it."

"I do not require therapy, thank you very much. As for my plan, rest assured, it has not failed," Karl pushed off his enemy's pawn with his tower. "It just took a new, interesting turn. I must admit, Laito's reaction was most unusual."

"And why is that?"

Karl gave him an unimpressed stare. He knew Socrates long enough to realize his friend had an uncanny knack for asking the "why," "how," and "explain" often enough to get himself killed. "You see, the first taste of her blood had him almost feverish. He was shaking, pale-white, and it was not long before he had lost consciousness. I know every blood tastes differently, and there is no telling how a vampire will react, but through all my life, I have never seen a reaction this strong."

Socrates nodded slowly, contemplating his next move. Finally, he sent out a queen, putting Karl's king in a compromising situation. "You know, it wouldn't be the first time witches mingled in your affairs, poisoning one of your," he weighted the word, "candidates."

"Not this time," Karl shook his head, slowly realizing the trap he'd fallen into. "I tested her blood. It appears to be ordinary. No special traits, no magic signature, nothing."

"I suppose that nothing is the real reason why you haven't reset the timeline yet?" Socrates merely smiled at the amused look Karl sent his way.

"Indeed. I want to see where this is heading before I send my special-"

His speech was cut short by the majestic white eagle. The bird flew down, his golden beak and talons gleaming in the sunlight. His wings were almost large enough to envelop both of them as the creature perched on Karl's armrest. He scratched the surface uneasily and squawked, making his employe's eye give a dangerous twitch. Socrates put his fingers together in a pyramid shape. So it appears a new player has emerged on the board. Something his companion hadn't anticipated.

"He did what?!" Karl sheeted, almost shaking with fury.

With one violent swipe of his hand, a screen shimmered before them. Sakamaki's mansion's hall. Socrates leaned forward, squinting at the vision. In the building stood not one but two girls. The first one he'd seen earlier. Karl consulted it with him before.

The second one, oh, tragedy. How could he claim it was the work of fate? The time wasn't right! The apple hadn't even begun to ripen.

He squirmed uneasily, risking a glance at the king. Karl sat eerily still, watching without a word as his son jumped on his special girl.

"Call him. Now."

Having received his orders, the eagle flew away, leaving Socrates alone with Karl, who was now crushing the marble column beneath his palm.

***

"Young man!" The elderly woman who greeted him at the door now hurried after him. "First, where do you think you're going? And second, that is no way to talk to a lady!"

She sounded outraged.

True, he might have barged in without waiting for a proper invitation, but etiquette was the last thing on his mind. He sent her a smile he doubted she knew was forced and sang in a usual manner, "I told you, I'm here to pick up a stray," his eyes landed on Misaki, who only now seemed to regain her bearing. "I don't think she minds."

"Still, it is most disgraceful to" her trade came to an abrupt halt when she saw him loop an arm around Misaki's waist and lean down close enough to kiss her senseless. He spared the woman one provocative glance, causing her to act as he predicted. "I- I'll make some tea!" She cleared her throat and ran to the kitchen.

The house itself was nothing impressive compared to the ones he'd become used to since his early life. From the plush armchairs and numerous pillows, it looked relatively comfortable and tidy. It had a distinctive old-people smell which made his nose wrinkle in dissatisfaction. Luckily, there was a smell much more potent, hovering a mere inches away. Her sweet blood sang to him before he'd even opened the door. Standing so close to her, it was almost unbearable to swim in her scent and yet be denied of taste. This pitful situation dragged in from the early morning.

He'd woken up from one of his usual nightmares with his throat parched more than it should be. So he did the only reasonable thing and sought her out, only for his familiar to report that she'd embarked on a "shopping trip" and had yet to return. Naturally, he'd seen through this facade in a heartbeat and set out to retrieve his prey.

Frankly, he still wasn't sure how he felt about her running out just when their fun was about to begin. After all, he'd only tortured her once for crying out loud. Thrilled . His mind insisted. You think thrilled. Just think of the punishment you can now inflict on her. It's going to be marvelous. He felt himself drool a bit.

When the sound of kettle clashing filled the small house, he refocused on Misaki. The girl managed to take one step back and was now eyeing him with the most calculating expression he'd seen on her so far. "Don't you guys, like, need to be "invited in"?" She made a quotation mark in the air, expecting him to answer. "You know before you enter the house?"

He briefly wondered how much pop-culture bullshit she'd throw at him before she accepted the fact that he's not the "dark, edgy romance interest" in one of their tv shows. "Bitch-chan, the sweet fragrance of your blood was all the invitation I needed. Ah," he took a deep breath, his vision blurry on the edges when her scent filled his lungs. "You smell divine as always. The hint of despair really spices things up."

She only shook her head at his wink, heaving a sigh with "I'll take that as a no." Then she attempted what he suspected was a nonchalant look as she propped down on one of the armrests of the nearest armchair. "Why are you here anyway?"

"The better question would be," he gave her a pointed look, his voice dropping dangerously, "why are you here?"

Misaki did her best to conceal the uneasy grimace creeping up on her face, but he'd long since learned that trick. When her eyes started darting around the room for inspiration , he huffed a disappointed breath. Was she really going to feed him more lies now?

"I'm visiting a friend," she replied, gesturing to the kitchen. "Her name is Cho, and I've met her on my way here. She's a lovely lady. Your turn."

Annoyance settled over him like a wet blanket Ayato once threw on him. He quickly squashed it and opted for a blinding smile instead. "I've already told you I'm here to pick you up like your loving boyfriend!"

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and he was almost sure he'd caught a rare blush forming on her cheeks. He was itching to find out what would make her turn scarlet since his usual nickname failed for some reason. "Loving boyfriend? I hate to break it to you, but I require dinner at the very least," she managed, clearing her throat.

He stalked over to her. His hand moved on its own, going up and around the back of her neck. He felt her skin tingle under his palm and smiled to himself. Too easy. "As you wish, Bitch-chan, I'll gladly make you my dinner," his wide smile had her shivering against him. "After all, I have to live up to the name of a wanted criminal! You've reported me at least twice, so it would be a real shame to pass up such a good role-play!"

She winced, running a nervous hand over her hair. "So you know, huh?"

He suppressed a snort. Of course, he knew; what was she taking him for? She wasn't the first bride to try and escape. They all did, at one point or another. Very few survived that, but then again, none of them made it in the end. "Bitch-chan, you should know I never let you out of my sight," when she finally met his eyes, he allowed his hunger to shine more clearly. "Never."

"I'll keep that in mind now; if you'll excuse me, I'll help with the tea."

When she tried to squeeze past him, he seized her by the arm and pulled her back to him. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, her whole body going rigid at the merest touch. Her heart picked up the pace, pumping more delicious blood into every cell of her body. Yes, he almost couldn't wait to taste it all. Have her flavor play on his tongue as he mixed her blood with the essence of a different kind. His quiet moan had her freeze in her attempts to escape his hold. "Nfu, you're not getting away this time. Not when we have so much fun planned!"

"Oh? Please don't tell me you're leaving already!" Cho came back into the room, bearing an enormous tray packed to the brim with tea and sweats of various kinds. The rich aroma teased his nose, and he was almost tempted to give it a try, but the delicacy in his grasp was a temptation of a different league. "The tea's ready! And my husband will be home soon. I'm sure he'd love some company!"

"No-can-do," he replied cheerily, squeezing Misaki's hand in a silent warning when she opened her mouth to protest. "We have something planned, right, Bitch-chan?"

Misaki looked back and forth between him and the food on a tray, clearly calculating the risk factor. She spared one longing glance at the cream pastry and suggested weakly. "Maybe we could stay for just one bite-?"

Cho's face lit up, but Misaki's hopeful shadow of a smile quickly died when he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Say we're leaving, or I'll start your punishment here."

***

Laito was mad at her. This much was obvious from the cheery attitude he greeted her with and from the fact he'd decided not to bring the car along. She had no idea how he'd gotten to the city in the first place, but after a whole day of pointless running, her legs were a shaking mess. Each step was bordering on agony. The once-comfy running shoes rubbed against her abused skin, only worsening the rash.

She was exhausted.

But from the light tune Laito kept humming, she had a haunch this night was far from over.

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?" She mumbled just as the mansion came into view. Laito regarded her for a second.

"Nope~ there's not even a hint of remorse in your voice. Honestly, Bitch-chan, you're just making it worse for yourself," his mouth curled into a devilish smile. "Nfu~ But I suppose that's half the fun."

Her stomach did a summersault, and she was sure she would have thrown up if there'd been anything in there. "Oh, lord..."

"I'm so glad you tried your grand escape!" He rambled, dragging her by the wrist to the main door. "Thanks to it, we can both enjoy your punishment together." Was that a blush on his cheeks? Yes, he was most definitely blushing.

"You know, I'm starting to suspect we have quite different definitions of enjoying," she whispered under her breath, but he still caught it. The phrase earned her a crooked smile bordering too much on the nasty side for her liking.

"I'm sure a Bitch like you will enjoy it."

The dark promise in his voice almost made her make a run for it, but the bruising grip he maintained on her wrist cut her dreams short. With dread coiling in her gut, he pulled open the massive doors and dragged them inside. Immediately the tortured shriek assaulted her ears. Yui's voice carried down the hall, and Misaki's instinct kicked in, causing her to try and run in her direction. Laito stopped her with a sharp pull that almost dislocated her wrist.

His chuckle was drowned in a scream tearing around them, but his smirk still pushed the message across. "I had quite a different kind of punishment in mind, but if you're eager to join the fun~."

"No!" She tried to back away, but it was no use. "I don't, no, no, no," her head was shaking before she even realized it. "I don't want to join anything! Please, let's not do this!"

His smile widened at her pleas, and she realized her protest only spurred him on further.

With one harsh motion, he pulled her into the living room. Yui was sobbing in pain, pinned to the couch by Ayato. The vampire had his face buried in her neck, no doubt feasting on the poor girl. Yui tried kicking and punching him, but seemingly he didn't feel a single blow. Misaki watched, transfixed as he straightened with a loud gasp, coming up like a man drowning. His eyes were glowing like Laito's after he had his fill. Crimson blood was dripping down his chin in messy streaks, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

"Haah… Delicious," he inhaled slowly, savoring every drop of her blood on his palm. Then his tongue slid over the crimson liquid, earning a cruel chuckle at Yui's terrified sobs. "Oh, so you're crying now? Show me more! I can't get enough of that pathetic expression!"

He was about to dive back in when Laito's trademark chuckle stopped him. Ayato rose up, regarding his brother, with a mixture of annoyance and hunger. "Mind if we join the party, Ayato-kun?"

Misaki was so absorbed in the nightmare playing out before her she didn't notice Laito sneaking up behind her. His cleaver hands tightened on her shoulders, holding her in place. Cold breath washed over her ear, waking up a path of goosebumps on the skin of her neck.

"Misaki-san," Yui craned her neck to meet her eyes. With her skin pulled tight, more blood oozed from the wound. Misaki's stomach heaved. With self-loathing almost choking her, she averted her eyes.

Then, finally cutting through the haze clouding her mind, Laito's words sank in. "Oh, no, no, no," Misaki mumbled, trying to step back and falling straight onto his chest. "We don't want to interrupt. Please let's not-"

Laito moved so fast that she didn't see it until it was too late. He gripped the front of her baby-blue T-shirt and pulled. Fabric gave in without resistance, exposing her front entirely to the room. Ayato's hungry gaze slid from her panic-stricken face and landed on her plump breasts. She felt Laito's nimble fingers tug on the straps of her bra, causing the garment to pull her breasts up to two round globes. Ayato groaned.

In a blink of an eye, he stood before her. He tugged the bra away from his brother before ripping it off her. The shock tore a scream from her throat. Instinctively, she started pushing him away. He only snorted, leaning in without a hitch. He buried his face in her tits, inhaling deeply, sending another petrified shiver down to her toes.

"You know, Stunky. If I knew you were hiding those under that shirt, I would snatch you way before."

The glow in his eyes relented to heavy haze ghosting over them. She felt Laito secure her arms behind her back, pushing her breasts even more in his brother's face. He sang cheerily, "Help yourself, Ayato-kun~."

With a wink directed at her, he stepped back and propped on the arm of the couch. With one finger, he brushed Yui's cheek. The girl squealed in surprise, shot Misaki an anguished look of remorse, and bolted from the room. Misaki didn't blame her.

She would have done the same.

Ayato barely reacted to it, his palm coming up to grope her sensitive breast. "A pervert like you will love the show, huh?" He squeezed, clearly enjoying the way his fingers sunk into her flesh. Misaki stifled the whimper of pain. His touch felt alien, downright painful, making her want to throw up. Then he sucked in the air and bit down right on top of her breast. White-hot pain shoot in her body. She broke out in tears, trashing against his hold on her.

"Nfu~ That's right. A pervert like me-"

Then came the sucking.

Misaki was no stranger to having her life drained by a vampire. But so far, she had only experienced Laito. He could easily put her through hell just like he did, biting her foot. But when he wasn't trying to punish her for anything… His last bite left her breathless with desire. She wasn't ready to admit it before herself, but she enjoyed it.

Ayato was on a completely different end of the line. He not as much as bit her, but more like chomped down on her delicate breast. Maybe it was the place. Perhaps she was trashing too much and making it worse on herself. But one thing she was sure about. His bite was twice as painful as anything Laito put her through, and she had a haunch Ayato wasn't deliberately trying to make it agonizing for her. It was just his way of drinking blood.

With a shaky hand, she reached out for Laito. Tears blurred her vision, but she saw his eyes clearly when he leaned down to drag a deceivingly gentle finger down her forearm. The darkness looming behind them almost made her pass out. It was clear to anyone who'd look that, even though he put her in this situation, he wasn't enjoying the show in the slightest. She gritted her teeth, stifling the loudest cry of agony yet when Ayato's fangs grazed something extremely sensitive inside her breast. "Please, Laito… stop him," she whispered, pushing against Ayato's shoulder.

He parted from his meal with a loud tsk. "Really, Stunky? I'm granting you the honor of being my meal, and you call out to him?!" His voice was genuinely hurt, and Misaki gritted her teeth to stop the remark. "You should appreciate it, you know! I made an effort to suffer through your disgusting blood, and you didn't even say thank you! Good thing you have your tits because then you'd be completely worthless."

Something inside her snapped.

Shame brought a new surge of tears, and she acted without thinking. Her knee shot up, landing with full force on his stomach. He doubled over, shaking in a violent coughing fit. His nails left a bloody imprint on her breast, but she barely felt it. She was slowly going numb to everything.

Laito's clear laugh broke his trashing.

"What the fuck?!" Ayato demanded, clutching his stomach."Are you out of your mind?! I'll fucking kill you!"

At the sight of Ayato shaking in pure hatred, her knees gave out, and she collapsed. Laito's arm wrapped around her body as he pulled her into his chest.

"There, there, Ayato-kun. You don't want to go against his orders, do you, now?"

His orders? Then it dawned on her. Their father's order was the only thing preventing them from murdering her on the spot. The question remained, how much would their fear of him outweigh homicidal rage.

"I don't give a flying fuck about his orders now! She fucking gutted me!"

Words failed her. She had no idea how to get out of this mess. Blood loss and exhaustion made black spots dance before her eyes. She was sure she'd pass out soon, but losing consciousness with those two in a room was a death sentence.

"Keep screaming about it, and the whole mansion will know~" Laito's voice sent resignation coursing through her with bouldering force. Ayato opened his mouth to protest, but his brother was faster this time. "I'm sure Subaru-kun will forget about it in no time, so there's nothing to worry about."

He left the room with eyes shooting lightning bolts and tch threatening enough to send any toddler flying for shelter.

Her heart was in no mood to leave her throat. With one swift motion, Laito had her pinned down on the armchair. His knee forced its way between her legs, and somehow she felt even smaller.

"I'm so sorry," her voice broke. "I'm so sorry for trying to bolt out of here," she clutched his wrist with a shaky hand. "Please don't let him do it again... it hurt so so much." She was babbling at this point. Tears were streaming down her face, and she made no effort to stop them.

Laito's eyes narrowed down. He regarded her with an unreadable expression. After a second, his other hand wrapped around her trembling one to pry it off. He pushed both of her palms into the armchair, and she nodded, letting him know she'd behave. He hummed approvingly. "So, Bitch-chan, you looked like you were enjoying messing around with my brother, hm? I bet the pleasure was mind-blowing."

She shivered when his fingertips traded up her arms. Her body reacted instinctively, tiny hairs standing at attention. "No, I didn't," she managed, somehow holding her own against his scrutinizing gaze. "If anyone has to bite me- I want it to be you." A small part of her couldn't believe what she was saying. But that part quickly shut its mouth as he leaned closer to her breasts.

The heavenly scent of her blood surrounded him, making him flush in anticipation. His hands slid over her chest, kneading her soft breasts with an experimental touch. Warmth spread over her body, shoulders drawing back on their own to expose her breasts further. Contrary to Ayato's, Laito's touch felt amazing. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply on her tender flesh to bring only pleasure.

"Well, if you want me to bite you that badly," his cold breath tickled her right nipple, the tip hardening almost immediately. "Then I suppose I could grant you that wish."

When his tongue glided over blood leaking from Ayato's bite, she nearly whimpered. A soothing sensation eased over her, and she released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"One one condition." Laito gazed down at her chest. Then his right hand reached out and caressed her breath, thumb catching on the nipple. She sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. His lips curled in a devilish smile, green eyes trailing up to meet hers. Misaki's throat went dry. "Beg for it."

His thumb rubbed over her nipple back and forth, and he leaned down again, mouth hovering barely a breath from the left tip. She feels her nipples harden, growing almost uncomfortably tight under his careful ministrations. Something hot coils in her stomach, the first shiver rocking over her.

"Please, Laito- Give it to me," she breathed out, palms fisting on the armchair. The next pinch of his fingers had her legs tightening against his knee.

"You can do better than that," he mocked, dragging his tongue flat over her right tip. Then she felt it carefully circle over the aureola and back down again, pressing over the sore spot.

Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, her back arching on their own accord when he racked his nail on the sensitive part. In an instant, he soothed the sting with circular motion. She was going crazy. "Please, please bite me," her breath caught, her thoughts scattered. "Please, Laito… Make me forget he ever did anything. I need you."

His eyes lit up, and she knew she'd unleashed something inside him. Nothing prepared her for the moment his mouth closed over her right breast. Razor-sharp fangs glided over her skin, eliciting a broken moan, and just as she was about to scream, he bit down. Her skin parted easily, allowing him to sink in deeper, teeth caging her abused nipple. Every nerve on her body was tingling, electricity wracking havoc on her sanity. The pain from his bite was making her vision go completely white.

Then he sucked. A strangled cry tore through her throat. Her life was sipping away, but with every gulp, his silver tongue grazed on her aching nipple, his other hand never stopping the assault on the other one. She rose from the armchair, hands shaking on the seat. The need to keep him closer overshadowed any reason. His left arm circled around her waist, stopping at the small of her back, where he pushed with just enough force to have her grind against his leg. With his knee pushing mercilessly on her throbbing clit, the knot in her abdomen pulled tight. Tears streaked down her face. She was shaking against him, babbling as wave after wave of pure dark ecstasy washed over her. They kept coming, growing in force as the blood loss made her grip on reality fade away. Just when it was about to get too much, he stopped when she was afraid she'd fall.

In the blink of an eye, he stood one step away from the chair, blood dripping down his chin from his last meal. His breath was rapid, but aside from that, he looked almost composed. His smile eerily in the moonlight only widened when he took in her broken, dissolved form, still trembling from the aftermath.

She didn't know if she wanted to slap, kiss, or chain him down and demand he finish what he started.

Then she realized what she wished for. Who she wanted it from.

She wanted Laito, the man responsible for her worst nightmare, to keep his assault. Because, for some reason, pleasure drowned her pride. Ecstasy quieted her sense, and the mind-blowing sensations he forced on her made her wish he never stopped.

She wanted to throw up.

Self-hatred glistening in her tears made him laugh out loud. He closed the distance between them and cupped her jaw with one hand. She didn't even try to protest when he forced her to look into his hypnotizing eyes. Only then she'd start pondering over the power he held against her. "Next time," his low whisper sent another involuntary jolt to her toes, "think again before you go against me."

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