#no idea what the hell this is or how to describe this at all

[railingsofsorrow]

Dress

[emily prentiss x reader]

summary: you're dressed in red, her favorite color. and emily has a hard time wrapping her mind around that or around the fact that she wants to kiss you senseless tonight.  pairing: emily prentiss x f!reader  w.c: 2K   warnings/content: morcia & their antics; flirting; suggestive content (no smut); kissing; fluff; friends that want to be more than friends but haven't had the guts to say that to one another trope.

A/N: here is my entry for the @imagining-in-the-margins's CM Pride Challenge! The chosen prompt was “Are they... flirting?” “Big time.” with the pairing emily prentiss x reader slightly inspired by taylor swift's dress. I hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this. 

[part of “the taylor swift anthology”] 

navi masterpost 

cm masterlist 

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❝ say many name and everything just stops,

I don't want you like a best friend.

only bought this dress so you could take it off. ❞

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“Are they... flirting?” Derek squints trying to see you and Emily's figure angled towards one another in the bar. His sight isn't perfect but he can't be imagining things.  

Penelope huffs out a laugh, giving him a look of that's your question? “Big time.” 

"It was about damn time." He mumbles, sipping into his whiskey as a gasp beside him makes him direct his attention back to his favourite blonde in the whole world. She was staring at him wide-eyed as if he had just described the secret path to Atlantis. "What?" 

Penelope slaps his chest, causing him to protest in disbelief.  

"Baby girl, what the hell?" 

"You know something!" She points her perfectly done long nails at him, earning a raised brow. "You know about... them." And then, as he follows to where she's pointing attempting to be discreet, Derek finally understands. "Yeah, yeah, spill the beans. Now." 

Derek takes another sip of his drink to hide the smirk stretching out on his lips.  

"We all know they're completely head over heels for one another, that's not news." 

"But you know more and I don't need to be a profiler to notice that in your entire handsome face. Derek." She presses impatiently. "Did Emily say something to you? Is she finally gonna make a move?" 

"Oh, please," Derek chuckles, patting her shoulders sympathetically. "The move already happened. They are just attempting to pretend it didn't. And they are doing a poor job at it. Just look at that." He mentions the pair across the room from them. You were currently brushing a dark strand of Emily's hair behind her ear, a sideways smile dancing on your lips.  

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Emily hadn't been in a party mood. Or a little gathering, as Rossi likes to call it. But she was convinced to leave her house by a very compelling text that came from you, who was the only person who could really convince her to do anything, even knitting, which is something she had no idea how it even worked, but if you asked for a knitted beanie, she would buy the materials right this second. 

Joy Rossi. That is who the gathering in Rossi's fancy place is for. Emily is currently celebrating you and the dress you picked for this event because that proved to be more important.  

"Red looks really good on you, did you know that?" 

The disarming smile you send her way is enough to make her falter on her feet.  

"Yes, I do." You step closer. "And... did you know that I'm only wearing this one because I know it's your favorite color?" Her breathing fails for a long minute and her eyes fall on your red lips. It's like you're taunting her with that smug grin.  

“Really?” Emily tilts her head to keep staring at you as she takes a sip of her drink, her lips pursing around the reusable straw. She watches as your eyes travel downwards to her mouth and satisfaction bubbles inside her chest. Clearly, she's not the only one being affected tonight. “So you're wearing it for me? I feel special.” 

A smirk stretches across your mouth as your hand lifts to brush back a strand of her dark silky hair behind her ear. Emily tenses up when your fingers graze the back of her neck, but you quickly draw your hand back and she almost frowns in disappointment. 

“You are special.” You gently bump your elbow with hers when you rest back to stare at the enormous area in the backyard of David Rossi's mansion. Small groups of people shared conversations and the kids played around without a care for their sleep schedule. Alex waves at you from across the room and you watch as she starts walking over. “So special that I only bought it so you could take it off.” 

As expected, she chokes up on her drink and you caress her back tenderly while holding back a laugh. “You good, Em?” 

She gives you a look that can only be interpreted as a glare mixed with lust as she glances up and down your frame.  

“I'm— I'm perfect.” Emily clears her throat when Alex gets to where you are. She hugs you first and then Emily, you're smiling like a Cheshire cat probably. You love it when you successfully get what you want: tease Emily.  

“Oh, look at the two of you. I've missed this.” Blake comments, sipping on her champagne.  

“We missed you,” you say truthfully, squeezing her arm with a soft smile. It is the truth, Alex Blake was an important addition to the team and you will forever miss her on your daily routine at the BAU.  

She offers you a grateful smile and the conversation follows for a few minutes until Alex has to go and you and Emily are left alone. Again.  

Somehow, you don't find any complaints about that. 

“Hey,” you nudge the back of her hand to call for her attention. She had already been looking at you, when you take notice of that you feel the side of your neck warm-up. “Dance with me?” 

Emily finally diverts her attention from you and it settles on the empty makeshift dance floor.  

“Nobody's dancing.” 

You hum, dragging your hand towards hers to pull her softly with you. She follows with a groan, feigning annoyance which you know couldn't be farther from the truth. An annoyed Emily would have a permanent scowl on her pretty face and lips pulled downwards. But now she's displaying one of her award-winning grins and there isn't one single limb in her body that holds tension. Not as you're here, anyway. Not as she's in your presence. 

“We are,” you inform, guiding both of her hands to your waist and placing both of your arms around her shoulders, your fingers immediately reaching the back of her neck. “You look beautiful tonight. I forgot to say that before.” 

She pulls you closer carefully and you feel her hands move upwards, fingers drawing circles on your back.  

Emily suddenly doesn't care that she's in the public eye not trying to hold herself back from something she's wanted for years. She's been so used to hiding that whatever it is that the both of you are doing is frightening and freeing at the same time. It might be the alcohol —she hasn't had that much of it — but you're showing interest and she doesn't feel as if this is one-sided anymore.  

“Thank you.” 

“Of course,” you caress the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “It's not like you ever get out of my mind and you look beautiful every day so...” 

Emily looks away and laughs and you feel your brain burst in flames because yes, she really is beautiful and I can't think straight right now with her laughing.  

“You should stop that.” Emily warns. She's teasing you and you decide to play into her antics by pretending to be completely innocent. 

“Stop what?” 

“That.” She lowers her hands to the small of your back, tightening her hold there as you sway to the slow song. “I'm trying really hard not to kiss you right now.” The way her breathing tickles the side of your face, makes you immediately close the gap between your lips but you refrain from doing so. There's still some common sense left in your slight inebriated state of mind.  

“Why are you trying,” you croak out, voice rough, lifting your thumb to her jaw, outlining the thin scar she earned when she was a kid. You lean back a bit to be able to look her in the eye so there's no breach in your communication. “Stop trying, Emily. I'm here.” I want to kiss you too. You've no idea how bad I want that.

Her eyes fall to your lips, “are you sure?” The warmth of her hand is grounding and it is possibly the only thing keeping you upright at that moment.  

“Yes.”  

But she takes too long and you're the one who closes the small distance left between the two of you. Her arms wrap around your middle and she brings you closer to her body when your lips connect.  

It's a damn loud whistling that splits you apart. Your brows are pulled into a frown of confusion when you take notice of your friends gathered together laughing. You caught Penelope shushing Derek and this is what you need to know what's going on. All eyes are on you. Not all of them, most people had left already and now it's only whoever is part of the BAU and their partners. Even Rossi's daughter, who the party was for in the first place, had already left.  

“You couldn't have done that a month ago?” Luke Alvez whines from his table beside Spencer, who's outstretching a hand towards him. When the money is placed on top of his palm, he winks at Luke in victory.  

You hide your face in Emily's neck, cursing under your breath. She attempts to comfort you by rubbing her hands up and down your back. 

“Cut it out.” Emily rolls her eyes at her friends.

“You bet on us?” You exclaim in disbelief, disentangling yourself from her to place your hand on your hips. Emily watches you get ready to put everyone in their place and she can't even be mad about anything else when the scowl on your face is one more thing she wants to kiss. Though what you say surprises her and everyone who's waiting for you to yell at them. “Who won?”  

Derek, JJ, and Spencer raise their arms as a trio of toddlers admitting they did something wrong.  

“We bet something was going to happen tonight.” Derek wriggles his brows. “But I think I can say for everyone that we all knew you're completely whipped for each other.” 

JJ groans loudly, “yes. It's embarrassing.”  

Thanks to your friends, your face must be the same color as your dress. 

“I think half of that money should be ours.” Emily tugs you closer to her again, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders. “We technically made you win.” 

“But you had no idea,” Spencer interjects, shaking his head. “Technically, you weren't even going to come tonight. She convinced you. So she should get half of the money, not you— Ow!” 

“Pretty boy,” Derek hisses. “Shut up. There are no technicalities, we won!” 

“Well, I'm just saying—”  

You block off the rest of their bickering to realize Emily's dragging you away from all the attention, something you're very grateful for.  

“Sorry about that.” Emily gives you a guilty smile as you finally get inside the house.  

“Are you sorry for kissing me, Emily Prentiss?” 

Her eyes widen comically, “wha—No! I just, I was saying sorry because of that whole thing they did—” you cut her off with a peck to her lips, chucking at her bewildered expression.  

“I'm messing with you. And don't be sorry, cause I'm not.” 

The grin plastered on her face is contagious. When she kisses you again, it's more urgent, needy, desperate.  

“My apartment or yours?” You ask breathless when your back hits the kitchen counter and she starts kissing down your neck.  

“Mine. It's closer.” She pulls you in for another passionate kiss before you drag her to exit the house. 

“Great, cause none of us is in any condition to drive and I can't wait for you to take this dress off of me.”  

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#lesbian emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #reader insert #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x female reader #writing challenge #CM Pride Challenge

[danielcalmdown]

Here's a few thoughts i have about Disco Elysium and it's lack of philosophical approach towards Harry's experiences. (Not to mistake it with psychology. There is plenty of that in Disco and the characters and ideologies are pulled apart in many fun ways.)

Explanation below the cut, so it's not a long-ass post.

So, Harry is very much suffering. He says "I am in pain. I have no idea how to get better, I'm about to fucking give up." What he gets as response, from his own mind and other people, is things like: "Get your shit together. You have to go through this hell. It will be awful, depressing and boring. Forget her. Stay strong, don't give up, you will eventually feel better. This is how normal people live. Do it for the (...)." This is encouragement. What it does is it keeps him on his feet and helps him move forward. But it's the only type of response he ever gets. What it doesn't do is challenge how he experiences his life in the first place. There is not a single sentence, a thought, any kind of spark in the game that would begin some sort of reform within him. He's the same sad, old Harry utill the end. The rest is accessories.

Beyond that, the gameplay is screaming at you: SEIZE THE MOMENT! There is so much work put into describing things happening around Harry. And so much fondness towards that world. But it's just there, next to him and his pain. Beautiful and worth living for, but it's not used to reveal anything that would inspire him to change. Something about humanity, the meaning of his suffering, maybe a hint about that hole in the world. Yknow, philosophical stuff. Even the miracle of the story, the phasmid, answers Harry's most existential question with "I don’t know, nobody knows." It's not there to guide him away from the vicious circle he's stuck in. It's more like a pat on the back. "Look, something incredible happened today! Life can be great sometimes." Here are a few statements meant by the game to be impactful: "Something beautiful is going to happen", "The night is always darkest before the dawn", "One day, i will return to your side", "The road to healing is going to be a long one. You will make it, some day." They sound like coping mechanism. They are motivational, hopeful, but don't speak about reality. "I'm suffering RIGHT NOW. The world and my head are still fucking broken. Heelp!" Harry cries out. "Hope for a better future. Go for a run. Focus on your job, get a hobby, take your mind off the pain." Try to be happier while remaining the same. Switch alcohol and drugs for non destructive activities to help you endure through that persisting pain. Look out of the window each morning, wait for that special thing to happen. And when it happens? The core stays unmoved. You don't even know what it is about you, where lies the first mistake. You learned nothing new about yourself.

I think all of this fits with the creators' views, which are sparsely hinted at throughout the game. "God is indifferent. This is our curse", "The world is inherently meaningless", "True love is possible in the next world, for new people, it's too late for us." Maybe that's why the game didn't allow Harry to change, because it doesn't believe there is anything out there that could help him. He's a human, therefore he has no choice but to think and suffer exactly the way he does. So yeah, that's my thoughts on it. Feel free to comment, disagree and enlighten me if you think i'm wrong. I'm always open to change my mind.

#disco elysium #english is not my first language so sorry for any awkward thingies dingies #i know the game is about politics and everything is a political allegory #and politics can save the world but I disagree #you can't do good politics without good philosophy #philosophy is loove philosophy is lyyfe

[neo-percs]

BOY NEXT DOOR:: lee haechan

WARNING:: unprotected sex, grinding, hair pulling, spanking, oral f! receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, choking, biting, overstimulation, masturbating.

SUMMARY:: the image that your best friend has grown amongst your community is not the same one you’ve grown to know over the years, stubborn and attention seeking is all Haechan can be described in your, even if he’s fucking you in the raunchiest ways.

A/N:: we’re back in business!!! I just graduated, it’s almost been 4 months??? But now that it’s summer break I will be trying to post more often key word TRYING.

Haechan is a nice guy, everyone knows him, wants to be him, Hell even has crushes on him. You would know, you're his best friend, his neighbor, you had people coming up to you in class asking for his number and were bold enough to assume the two of you were dating.

I mean from anyone on the outside, or that lived in your neighborhood, people could painfully see how the two of you made heart eyes at each other. Yet every time Haechan was sneaking through your window at 3 am it's when he drops the act.

The boy next door who was so sweet to everyone didn't have a care in the world, his innocence shined brightly to any bystanders. Yet why was that when he sneaks into your bedroom after climbing the small treehouse the two of you made in your adolescence just to make out or even hook up?

It had gotten to the point you would continuously leave your window cracked just so he could come in. And like any other night, he pushed the window open and climbed right in, no shoes, just regular fitted sweats, a hoodie. You were laying in bed comfortably and looking down at your phone while he shut the window seeing how the winds began to pick up.

One of the lamps on your desk beside your bed keeping the room dimly lit, your bed was calling his name. Haechan had gathered his thoughts and courage before he decided to climb through that window yet now that he was situated under your sheets and putting his head on your shoulders watching you text someone he had felt a pang in his chest. A feeling he didn't know what to call.

You weren't dating, so why did he not like seeing you text someone else? This wasn't high school. You guys are friends and old enough to talk about how you feel, so why was it that Haechan was struggling to find the words on the tip of his tongue? These were all questions he had an answer for but refused to conclude.

Jealousy is a bitter bitch, and Haechan just so happens to be casually introduced to said bitch. He let out a sigh as the voices in the back of his head shouted at him to snatch your phone out of your hand and make you pay attention to him, and only him. So that's what he did.

His honey slender fingers find their way to your phone snatching it out of your loose grip and tossing it to the other end of the bed. "What the fuck?" You question looking at him with furrowed brows while he makes the same back at you.

The look on your face just made Haechan get pushed over the edge. Cupping your jaw he pulled you in for a kiss as he sucked in a deep breath, you arch your eyebrows pulling back "what is with you?" You ask as he continues to peck at your lips you hesitantly kiss him back his eyes were shut while yours were wide open.

"I just want all your attention" he whispers as his hand's trail to your waist gripping and pulling you closer and closer. Your lips pressing against his as you're content with his answer, your kiss is firm and addictive. Your warmth was enough to make his head spin, he had no idea what you were doing to him but he surely was hooked on the feeling of you.

Your legs are tangled with each other as you feel his tongue lick a small stripe on your bottom lip as he waits for entry. Opening your mouth in an instant you feel his warm tongue glide against yours as the both of you are breathing heavily and letting out small groans and whimpers.

The room was becoming warm but the feeling of his cold hands slipping under your shirt and rubbing at the bare skin on your waist set your skin ablaze, you've never gone weak in the knees over a make out with Haechan but this- this was completely different from any hookup or 20-minute make-out session.

It was more passionate and needy, all things you've ever done with your best friend were the complete opposite; rough, lust built. You couldn't blame Haechan though, he was rather the character in high school he decided to be headstrong and not follow the crowd of sex-crazed teens, yet once he made it to college he finally realized what the craze truly was.

the pleasure was a huge factor for Haechan outside of the public eye, he lost his first kiss and virginity to you, so he couldn't help but feel that attachment to you, some lines blurred and somewhere in the mix, he forgot to truly play a role as a best friend and not a boyfriend.

"You wanna do this now?" You asked as your wet lips ghost over his and your foreheads are pushed together gently. You knew Haechan was worked up but from the way he was acting, you weren't sure if he wanted to have sex or just kiss a bit and ache for attention.

But when his lips trail from the corner of your lips to your neck as he whispers out a "yes" you know exactly what he wanted. He felt himself slipping into a space nothing like before, he just needed you and it was almost like you were some snake with a death grip on his heart as you slowly but surely snake him into your grasp.

Your thighs clench and rub together as that incessant warmth between your legs becomes stronger and stronger. You bite at your swollen bottom lip letting your eyes roll back at the feeling of him sucking harshly on your skin leaving small hickeys that would bloom into pretty little splotches of red and purple.

Haechan learned what made you feel good and what didn't, your body was like a maze of wonders and he knew every curve and edge that could be marked up and tainted by him was nothing short of him knowing you like the back of his hand.

His hands trail up your back finding the clip of your bra and unhooking it, of course, your shirt was in the way making Haechan groan, let his hand slip from under your shirt to the hem and pull it over your head. The straps fall down your arms.

Your bare chest being exposed to the cold air, your nipples being hard as Haechan lets his palms rest against your chest, you let out small whines at the feeling. You lift your left leg over his making you straddle him, your ass pushing down on his bulge.

You fight your urge to grind against his lap to get yourself off. But once his hands find your waist he begins to guide them back and forth your panties that still cover your pussy rubbing against his gray sweatpants.

You could feel the vibrations sent up your body as he groaned against your lips as they needily pressed into yours. His hips began to move as he became more and more addicted to the feeling of you pressed against his restrained dick.

Once you stop rocking your hips against his, Haechan uses this as his opportunity to lift your leg over his and press your back softly into the sheets. He was casting a shadow over you as he found himself bent over between your thighs kissing down your chest to the waistband of your panties.

Haechan grabs hold onto the elastic band with both of his index fingers slowly pulling them away from your soaking core, Haechan felt a moan bubble in his chest when he saw the way your panties were practically sticking to your skin as it was covered in your slick.

Pulling the thin fabric down your legs and past your ankles he tosses it somewhere on your floor leaving you completely naked. Haechan began kissing from your lower stomach down until he was near your slit. Fighting the small smirk on his lips he kisses up your thigh leaving behind small hickeys.

You let out a small whine from his teasing "Haechan please" you beg under your breath not wanting to let the begging get to his ego, yet here he was with his face between your thighs looking up at you with faux innocence asking "what was that? Can you say it louder?" You knew what he was doing yet of course you were going to say it again because the tingling between your thighs was becoming unbearable.

"Please," you say with slight frustration, he didn't need to hear anything more than that. He wrapped both his hands around your plush thighs as he puckers his lips letting a small Pearl of spit fall into your glistening pussy. You throbbed at the feeling meanwhile Haechan lifts his hand and lets the pad of his thumb rub the saliva against your clit making you bite your lip with pleasure.

The feeling of his warm tongue lick a small stripe against your clit made you gasp, flattening his tongue he eases more into you, sucking on your clit you let out a breathy moan while your hand reaches into his hair tugging in the semi-wet strands.

His warm tongue lapping you up made your eyes roll back, his hand resting on your lower stomach began to find its way to your entrance, his fingers waiting for a moment to let his two fingers push inside you knuckles deep.

Your small moans and whimpers were making Haechan rut into the sheets as his bulge desperately begged for friction and in this best-case, he began to weakly hump the mattress and sheets that pressed his dick in all the right ways. His fingers push into your rigid and silky walls making your back arch in utter euphoria from the feeling of being stuffed with his fingers.

Your hands tug at his hair even harder as he begins to plunge his fingers inside of you at a bit of an excessive rate. The way Haechan along fingers curled inside you made your eyes roll back, his nose brushing against your pelvic bone as his tongue practically completely licks you clean.

You were gasping at the pressure at the pit of your stomach, Haechan let out muffled groans against your pussy as he continuously licked and sucked on your clit while his long finger rubbed against your rigid walls in places that your small fingers compared to his could never reach.

kissing your clit as he added another one of his fingers, a total of three now roughly pounding into you. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, ready to catch you. "Fuck!- oh my" you gasp feeling his suck on your clit harshly making you cum.

Kissing your clit gently as you come down from your high you feel your hips twitch at the feeling, your mind was utterly blown away from how good Lee Haechan is at giving head. You could hear the sheets rustling and clothes sliding off the boy's skin and dropping to the floor as you stared at your ceiling in an utter daze.

Your thighs glisten with slickness as Haechan's knees dig into the mattress while moving between your thighs, this time he's completely naked. His hard dick pushes up against his lower abdomen while you look at his toned body.

You don't know what was up with Haechan today, he's being more passionate with you and you liked it. It wasn't easy accepting the request of your long-time crush to be friends with benefits, yet you took what you could get.

His hand grabs at his base as he jerks himself off at the sight of you, your dazed face, your pretty pussy on display from him with your legs wide open and him managing to squeeze into the space between your thighs.

"You ready?" He asked looking down at you with hearts in his eyes, you nod and let out a hum confirming that you did want to continue. "Okay, turn around," he says softly. He almost moaned watching your chest bounce as you lifted yourself and turned onto your stomach arching your bag while the bed dipped under your knees.

"Fuck" he harshly whispers as his palm rubs against your ass. Guiding his tip to your slit he teasingly rubs in the precum that was building at his blushed tip making you whine at the friction on your sensitive clit. Haechan let out a small groan, finally letting himself be vocal.

Prodding his tip at your entrance and pushing it in until he felt your rigid walls accept his tip, both of you wincing as he slowly continues to thrust deeper inside of you until he bottoms out. His hips touch your ass as he gently begins to thrust, feeling the way you tighten at his shallow strokes.

The sound of yours and his moans with the low squelching of your slick was all that could be heard within the walls of your room. The way your walls hugged Haechan so deliciously made his grip on your waist tight as his nails dig crescents into your skin as he continues to give you shallow thrusts.

Your moans were weak and it made Haechan want to hear you, even more, he wanted everyone to hear you. His hips began to push harder into you making you moan louder in huffs. Your chest pushed against the sheets as your sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric making it harder not to moan.

"Fuck- Haechan you feel so good" you slur as your hands clutch the sheets, the sounds coming from your lips make it hard for the boy to choke back his moans his hand leaving your waist to your neck putting little pressure as he pulls your back to his firm chest.

You let your hips bounce in his lap with every roll of his hips as the sound of skin against skin resides in the air. Your eyes were fixated on the ceiling as you fuck yourself on his dick and you were just overwhelmed with pleasure while hearing his moans in your ear.

He's picking up his pace Haechan lifts his head from your shoulder and lets go of your neck as he grabs ahold of your hair pushing you back down onto the bed, his grip was tight yet you didn't mind as he pounded you into the sheets at a bruising pace.

Haechan was hitting spots he had never even touched before when you had sex that made you slur out whines gripping at your sheets "right there! Please don't fucking stop" you moan letting your eyes roll back at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly with each hard thrust.

Pushing your back down a bit harder to the point it almost hurt to arch your back Haechan felt himself tipping over the edge at the feeling "right here? Does it feel good like this?" He moaned breathily as he practically shivered at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him harder.

You nod eagerly as you feel the same pressure at the pit of your stomach "touch yourself for me" he groaned tossing his back, you let your hand slip between your spread legs that jiggled with each hard deep thrust as your middle and ring finger rub small circles on your clit.

You whine as Haechan lets out a string of moans continuously pounding into you, the headboard on your bed practically thumping into the drywall, you were surprised the bed hadn't broken the way Haechan was fucking you like a bunny in heat. You let your head fall into the mattress as you moan his name loudly, the feeling of your orgasm approaching vastly you lift your head "I'm gonna cum" you say as your lungs burn.

"Wait. I'm close too" he ordered and you listened, you tried hard to hold your orgasm and it wasn't until you felt Haechan start twitching inside your spasming walls had you decided to move your hips against his speeding up the pace as you were crying out for your orgasm.

The pressure finally releases as you both cum at the same time, you continue to move your hips as you fuck yourself through your high feeling how his cum paints your insides white with a warm feeling. "Fuck you feel so damn good" Haechan sighs as you continue to clench down on him. You hiccup as you feel yourself become overstimulated.

Haechan grinds into you seeing how your hips shake from overstim earning a whine from you "I- I'm too sensitive, please" you whimper as your voice becomes higher. Haechan was becoming addicted to the small sound he was hearing slip past your lips.

His hips thrusting into at a fast pace yet not enough to shake the bed, "you can give me one more right baby? Hm?" He asked as he felt himself becoming overstimulated as well, he didn't care as he continued to sloppily pound you.

Your hands shakily reach behind you to grab at his hands that were resting on your hips "please- it's too much" you moan as his hands simply swat your hands away as he gives a harsh slap to your ass making you moan at the pain and pleasure.

Your breathing was shaky and all you could do was try and push away from by closing your legs or even trying to pull away yet with each attempt you felt Haechan's hand crack down on your ass leaving a red hand print. You feel yourself shaking as your orgasm abruptly hits you, the feeling of clenching down sends shivers down Haechan's spine as he cums again.

Finally letting himself soften inside you he pulls out watching as a mixture of his and your cum dribbles down your slit and makes a small stain on the bed sheet. Haechan lazily crawls to the other side of the bed to lay down with a huff, doing the same your sweaty and fucked out face lays against the pillow almost falling asleep.

Being brought out of your hazy mind state he fills you against his chest that was thumping like crazy as he still had an adrenaline rush. "Don't go to sleep yet we're gonna shower and get cleaned up okay?" He says looking down at you who was now slowly blinking away the sleep in your eyes "okay" you whisper making him smile and kiss your temple letting the moment sink in.

Haechan knew he had feelings for you, maybe this moment just was an exclamation point on his mind finally settling with the words spelled out for him.

©neopercs

#𖦹—( neo percs ) #haechan smut #haechan hard hours #haechan hard thoughts #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haechan x reader #haechan imagines

[dreamsinmoonlight]

May I lay my head on Adams lap?

(I should be asleep and DEFINITELY should do the three other asks but I like me some stupid fluff with my stupid man so sure, have this before I fall unconscious because it's like almost midnight here)

Adam let out a snort as you plopped down next to him and opened his mouth to say something he would swear was witty or cool, because he was Adam the Dick Master and he was entirely both of those things. But his train of thought was derailed most effectively as you moved sideways and he suddenly found your head resting in his lap.

He was, for once in existence, speechless and just stared at you for a good few moments with wide eyes, as if trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, and with far more deliberation than that brain of his was really normally capable of, he spoke carefully, "Babe? You alright?"

"Shut up and be my pillow," you mumbled, your eyes closed. God he could be noisy and you just wanted to rest.

God knew when He made Adam He'd made the comfiest living pillow. The robe was a nice plus, it was soft and silky, but honestly you were usually just as happy to just lay your head straight into those squishy thighs. He wasn't bony in any way whatsoever, a plus in your book, and he was usually pretty warm on top of that. All together 10/10, would recommend as a cushion if you happened to have a long day or just wanted a good nap.

You didn't need to look up to know he was pouting; he hated it when you told him to shut up but after multiple discussions about the fact you meant it with love and not contempt, he had eventually gotten that. But he still pouted, because he was still Adam. You listened to him grumble and you thought up caught some choice words but whatever they were were pointless and quickly lost.

He started playing with your hair after all and that wasn't playing fair. Your head in your favorite lap, your idiot favorite angel playing with your hair? It was a combination you were absolutely powerless against and he knew it damnit. That was probably the point, his little revenge against you.

"Fine fine, I'll be your pillow, bitch, but you better be ready for payback later." That wasn't much of a threat; Adam's idea of "payback" when it came to you usually came down to doing the things God put him on Earth to do in the first place.

You mumbled but couldn't do much more than that. It was just too much. You nodded off and Heaven's most annoying angel watched you with a smile that could only be described as "how the hell did Adam learn to look soft".

Answer: that's what being wanted and loved does to someone. Yes even him.

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[writteninlunarlight-years]

For Hazbin Hotel, can you do headcannons for what Angel Dust, Husk, Lucifer, and Alastor would want in an s/o and what would attract them to someone? Like whats the first thing that they tend to notice in a potential partner, what do they generally find attractive, and what would they need in a long term partner. Those kind of vibes. Thank you lovely <3

~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~

HH Angel Dust, Husk, Lucifer, Alastor x Reader

TW: Sexual Assult, Violence, Mental Health, Fluff, Drinking

Angel Dust

Angel fell for you the day he saw you on the streets of hell helping out some women in the porn district who were Val's latest victims.

You were kind and caring, gently cleaning wounds, offering a full meal, and providing preventive care.

To most, you were nothing special—just a demon seeking to help those who were hurting. Many, like Alastor, thought you were more insane than others because you wanted to help.

When Angel informed Charlie about you, he was oddly excited to learn that the princess of hell was seeking you out to join the hotel.

Your story was sad about how you died, being assaulted, and using self-defense, landing you in hell unfairly.

Angel was enamored by you and how you cared so much about sex workers and those who were involved in his profession.

When Angel finally confessed, it was after you confronted Valentino.

Angel was so scared Val would hurt or bind you in a contract; however, he was wrong.

You were a sleeper weapon because as Val opened his mouth to harm you or Angel, you ripped out some of his mothy fur.

You had learned that trick from Niffty.

Angel loved having you as his partner, ready to clean his wounds and be his voice when he needed one.

He never had to describe what was happening to him in detail; you just knew and were always there to help him.

He was absolutely in love and would do anything to break his contract so he could join you on your healing escapades.

Husk

Husk fell for you hard and fast while you two were having a drinking competition.

You were no lightweight, seeing as you had died due to alcoholism.

Husk, however, was the notorious drunkard of the hotel, so having a challenge was a new joy for him.

Starting the challenge, he was purely ready to beat you, nothing else.

However, when he saw you downing pint after pint like it was no one's business, he thought it was the most beautiful thing ever.

He was even more surprised by you being completely fine afterward.

You helped clean both of you up, doling out pain meds, water, and crackers.

As you doctored him and helped make sure his hangover wasn't so bad, he was just falling for you more.

Someone who could out-drink him and cared enough not to be a sore winner was impressive.

After that day, he sought you out as a casual drinking buddy, but the conversations you two had led to less drinking than usual.

As you two bonded, he finally grew the courage to ask you to be his.

When he confessed, he made a bet with you that you had to go out with him if he could down 25 beers in 10 minutes.

You laughed and let him act out his game, choosing to not let him know you would go out with him without the gamble.

He was happy to have someone who genuinely cared about him and didn't pry.

You were a breath of fresh air to all the other sinners in hell.

Lucifer

Lucifer fell watching you care for Charlie at the hotel when he couldn't.

Lucifer was enamored at how parental you were with his child, even though she was a grown adult.

He was a family man, and someone with a healthy relationship with Charlie set his heart aflame.

You were never pessimistic about Chalries's ideals or plans, and it made him so happy to see such a strong, supportive person guiding her.

Lucfier never failed to commend you for explaining projects and ideas well to the fast-paced girl.

Looking at you, he saw all the good things Lilith once offered but so much more.

When he finally caved into his feelings, he asked you for advice more often.

When he found out your death was a consequence of your ex-husband and his mistress, he was livid.

He was half tempted to call on I.M.P. to ruin that man above.

Your smile and optimism were contagious, though; you never let your death get you down.

When Lucifer was ready to confess, he got Charlie to help him.

The two brought you a cake, asking you to join the family.

There was also a huge musical number you just smiled through and clapped.

Alastor

Alastor was an enigma; he didn't know when or how he fell in love with you.

It could have been several things, ranging from your morality, thought process, ideals, and thirst for all things powerful.

All he knew was one day, you weren't a part of his everyday life, and the next, he couldn't bear the thought of you being gone.

He hated weakness, though, so he never verbally informed you or anyone that he cared so much.

Instead, he did small acts of service for you to show that he listened and cared.

When he allowed you to touch him for the first time, he was embarrassed at how happy you were.

He then swore that any touch from you was worth it if you smiled like that more at him.

He made you a permanent fixture of his broadcasts and allowed you to torment the souls that would be heard all over hell.

He knew he was whipped when he took you to meet Rosie, and she could see it all over his face.

She asked you about how you two started dating, and when Alastor went red and pulled his ears back, it was a dead giveaway.

You, however, never pressured Alastor to make anything official, allowing him to choose when he was ready.

As soon as he was ready, though, he took you out on a fancy dinner and a high-class evening of dancing.

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[thecapricunt1616]

Celandine (c.b. one-shot)

♡ Chapter Inspo: Celandine - Cures depression, brings victory and joy. Serves as a protective ward when worn. Carry to increase self-confidence when facing adversaries. Use in ritual work when you feel trapped in undue negativity. ♡ Summary: You are feeling a bit blue about your body PP, Carmy takes it upon himself to show you just how beautiful you are! :) <3 ♡ W/C: 1.2K+ ♡ Posted Date: 05/27/2024 ♡ A/N: Hello! Happy day 2/7 of the Capri 200 Follower Celebration Extravaganza!!! You can find said extravaganza ♡ Here ♡ this celebration will be going until next Sunday (06/02/24) so get your requests in! Here's another celebration ask on the books! This ask is from lovely @jesscolon529 I hope you enjoy, my darling! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Speaking of pregnancy, Fem/AFAB!reader, No use of y/n, feelings of self hate / insecurity, sad reader, comforting carmy, established relationship, not edited, Pics are just vibes, reader isn't described!! Established relationship

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

It had been 12 weeks since you’d delivered you and Carmy’s first baby, and your postpartum depression was in full effect. It really had not much to do with your baby, and everything to do with you. You felt gross after you delivered, you barely even wanted Carmy to look at you which he took like a stab in the heart. 

When you came home, it wasn’t really different. Even though showering was…very painful, and you could really use the help and would appreciate that help very much - you couldn’t accept it. The idea of your husband seeing your naked body that you considered to be mangled and gross brought tears to your eyes. The idea of him watching blood run down the drain as you carefully rinsed your mangled bits he used to devour nearly every night made you want to throw up. 

There was still a tiny part of you that believed he did this to you, so he shouldn’t be upset with the result - but somehow that just made you more angry because what if he was upset with how your body looked now, and just wasn’t saying anything? And how dare he not like your body after all you’ve done for him, for your family?! 

You were stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom after you showered, observing yourself. You could have sex how, if you wanted. But you had convinced yourself you’d never let Carmy see you naked again in fear he would shriek and cover his eyes and run away, a bit dramatic - but still you couldn’t face the idea of your husband not loving you anymore because he saw what left you have to give after 9 months of hell.

You touch your now jiggly, wrinkly belly, pulling the skin back with your hands and sighing a bit, remembering how you used to look. Tears welled in your eyes, “you’re so fucking vain” you whispered in the mirror. 

“Baby?” Carmy nudged the door open and you shout 

“JESUS CHRIST!!! IM CHANGING! Shut the door Carmen!” 

He jumps a bit at your sudden outburst, a frown coming to his features “why?” He asked and shut the door behind him. You quickly grabbed your shirt, sliding it over your head and pulling it out so it wouldn’t rest over your belly. 

“Cause- cause I deserve privacy?” You snap, angry that he wasn’t just running away like you’d expected him - or wanted him to. 

“Privacy? From…y’husband?” He comes over and rubs your arms gently “baby- are you gonna tell me wha’s up?” He asked. 

Your lip wobbled, more tears coming to your eyes. You shook your head quickly and looked at the floor, squeezing your eyes shut and hot, thick, shameful tears roll down your cheeks. “I’m ruined now” you said, your voice watery and defeated. 

“What?” He wiped your tears and hugged you, rubbing your back “baby what’s been goin on? You haven’t let me see you in months. I miss you, y’know that, right?” He kissed the top of your head as you sniffle in to his shirt

“I- I’m ugly now an-and wrinkly and covered in stretch marks and- and all…different down there. What if you stop loving me?” You burst into sobs. He could barely contain the lump growing in his own throat as he hushed you and rubbed soothing circles into your back. 

“Princess” he said his voice cracking a bit and he led you to the bed, sitting and pulling you into his lap “I could never stop loving you. I would have to be warm and dead to stop loving you. Y’hear me? You, and little dude, are the only things in this world that matter t’me…and maybe the restaurant…but-“ he said, just to bring a tiny smile to your lips 

“Mmm? See there’s that smile” he wipes your tears “what’s been bugging you baby, show me. I promise, I love every bit of you, I love you more every day- I still don’t know how that’s possible, but you make it work somehow” he teased and you blush, hiding your teary cheeks in the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back and side soothingly. 

“You say that but what if you see me and you can’t help it” you sniffled a bit. 

“Not possible honey” he countered. “Cmon- tell me. What’s been buggin you?” 

“My belly. And - and my thighs are so big now. My belly is all…ugh. Wrinkly and has all these red marks on it. And my bellybutton looks all weird” you whine 

“This belly?” He rubs his palm over it “the belly that kept our son all warm and happy n’safe till it was time f’him t’come home?” He asked and you huff 

“Yes but..it’s not…normal anymore” you said and he hums in agreement. 

“Y’right, it’s better, it’s new, it’s gonna take you some gettin’ used to- but I love it. Can I tell y’somethin and y’promise not t’be mad?” He asked and cuddled you into him more, kissing your cheek and hairline, wherever he could reach. 

“Mm” you hummed, sniffling softly 

“Your body now is the most beautiful it has ever been. Because it’s yours. It’s my wife’s body, my beautiful Mrs.Berzatto, it’s your belly, and your thighs, and your new different pussy you’re so afraid of” he said playfully in your ear to which you giggle a bit, cupping his cheek and looking at him with tear rimmed eyes. 

“Y’not just lying to make me feel better?” You asked and he shook his head 

“Nope- all the truth babygirl. Why would I lie t’my best girl mm? My only girl” he kissed your lips gently and rubbed your hip over. 

“And - and you really like it?”  You pouted 

He raised his brows in the ‘are you fucking with me’ Carmy way, “want me to show you?” He asked and you felt heat in your cheeks, looking down shyly. “Okay-“ he laid you back on the bed carefully, pushing up your shirt. “I think-“ he starts kissing from your ribs, over your sternum, down, down, over your belly, making it a point to kiss each little dimple and mark 

“I fed you and little boy sooo good while you were pregnant, so these? You can blame me. But I love them as selfish as it makes me” he kissed over your hips. “And these” he squeezed them with his hands “mmm fuck I looove these- I can’t wait to hold these while I’m fuckin’ you mm?” He traveled his hands up your waist, squeezing gently and continuing to ravish you in kisses. 

“And these” he gently squeezed your breasts together in your nursing bra “are fucking amazing. And a literal life source for our boy. An’he’s growin so well. He’s in the 95th percentile, he’s so healthy, and chunky. Y’doin amazing babe.” He cups your cheeks. 

“The most important thing though baby is you. You’re still my beautiful, kind, thoughtful wife. And I wouldn’t change anything about you, not a single fuckin’ thing, hear me?” He kisses you deeply. 

You felt more tears running down your cheeks, but it wasn’t fear or sadness this time that brought them, 

It was gratitude.

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[strawchocoberry]

YOU CAN RIDE MY FACE UNTIL YOU’RE DRIPPIN’ CUM

CAMGIRL SERIES PART 2

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, camera sex, fingering/masturbation, face riding, edging, orgasm denial, rough sex, manhandling, spanking, dirty talk, choking, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: all he wants is to fuck his favourite camgirl live

ଘ wc: 1.8k

It’s late in the night and you’re currently live, chatting with your fans. You usually have a little conversation with them before making things spicier. The current hot topic everyone has been talking about is the Neo Egoist League. And of course, your chat is flooded with messages about it.

Among the flood of messages, you read this: Who’s your favourite player in NEL?

“Oh, my favourite player?” you say, leaning back on your bed. “I assume you mean from the Blue Lock ones. There are a lot of players I like.” You start counting with your fingers. “First is Chigiri. Aside from being a really good player, he’s really pretty. Then, Kunigami and Rin have caught my attention.”

Sitting behind his screen, Shidou can’t help but tap his fingers on the desk. There is a small vein popping in his neck, pulsing with hot blood burning with anger. How dare you mention other players and not him? Your mischievous smile, however, betrays that you did it on purpose, knowing that he was watching your live. “Well played, little minx, well played,” he murmurs to himself. “But we’ll see if you’ll be smiling like that when I catch you.”

You can see Shidou scowling behind his screen. He has been awfully quiet since your live began. You hoped that with this little teasing you’d get him to come out and play, but it seems that your best friend prefers to stay silent. And his silence is unnerving you. Because his silence is dangerous. Maybe you made him too mad.

In an attempt to calm the demon, you lean into the camera seductively, your breasts coming into view from inside your t-shirt. “But if I had to choose my absolute favourite player then that would be that zesty demon, Shidou Ryusei,” you whisper, as if you’re sharing a secret with your fans. Then, wink as you say, “But that’s our little secret.” Your and Shidou’s secret.

You change the topic, asking your fans about crazy stuff they’ve done in their lives, sexual and not. And of course, one of them asks you the same question. So, you start recounting the story of how one time you were at the mall with your friends and your boyfriend at the time who happened to be there as well fucked you in the bathroom, without your friends knowing.

What you didn’t say live is that the alleged ‘boyfriend’ was none other than Shidou. He watches you narrate the events of that day, describing in great detail how you were hesitant at first yet still got on your knees to suck his cock and then spread your legs like a good girl and let him fuck you. Shidou can’t help the smirk curling his lips as you’re thrusting your fingers inside your pussy, turned on at the memory of that day. And he knows that you’re wishing it was his cock pounding you and not your fingers.

A few weeks have passed since that live. You groggily drag yourself to your door, cursing at whoever dares ring your bell so early at 2 pm. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you yawn as you open the door. Your eyes widen when you see Shidou standing there with a wicked smirk. “Missed me, minxy?”

“Who the hell would miss you?” you retort, turning around and walking to your small kitchen, leaving the door open for him.

You start preparing breakfast, as Shidou makes himself at home at your apartment. He had mentioned something about some time off Blue Lock, but you didn’t know he would be visiting you. You catch up with him, letting him talk about his experience in NEL.

“You know, I’ve had a crazy idea for some time now,” he says, his arms wrapping around your waist, as you wash the dishes in the sink. “How would you feel if I fucked you on camera?”

You freeze for a moment, then finish up washing the dishes and dry your hands in a towel. You slowly turn around to look at him, thinking that perhaps you heard wrong or he is just pulling one of his beloved pranks on you. “What did you say?”

Shidou leans closer to your face, his lips almost touching yours. “Let me fuck you live in front of your fans.”

“Absolutely not,” you immediately refuse, pushing him aside.

“Why not?”

“Do I need to explain it? You’re a well-known football player. If you get caught having sex on a camgirl’s live, there will be a scandal, moron. And then you can kiss your football career goodbye.”

…Is what you said.

You can barely keep your moans low as you ride Shidou’s face. On camera. After his consistent insisting, he managed to persuade you. Of course, he realised the gravity of your reason for not allowing him to do that in the first place. That’s why he didn’t object when you made him wear a mask to cover half his face and dye all of his hair blond. He would pretty much do anything to get freaky with you on camera.

You grind yourself on his flat tongue, whimpering in pleasure. One hand slides down your body and ruffles his hair, before pulling at his locks. The other moves up, fondling your breast and pinching your nipple. Shidou spanks you, making your body flinch, the stinging pain coursing through your veins, making you even wetter for him.

His hands cup your arse, halting your movements, making you whine. “Fuck, you’re so hot, minxy,” he whispers, kissing your wet folds. He eats you out at his own pace, kissing, sucking, even biting your sensitive pussy lips, enjoying your little whimpers. Nobody has a clear view of his face, but the chat is on fire, not complaining at all that someone is fucking you shamelessly in their faces. Why would they complain though when they get to see and hear you writhe in ecstasy like never before?

Just before you finish, Shidou stops, smirking as he pulls his mask back on, hearing you whimper and pull his hair in complaint. He spanks your arse harshly twice, before he sets you on his lap. Your dripping cunt stains his trousers, his hardened cock begging to be released. He fixes you with a look, raising his eyebrow and you can see his cocky smirk through his mask. Without him needing to say anything, you take his trousers and underwear off, wrapping your hand around his girthy shaft.

You run your thumb over that pretty little vein on his tip, smirking as he groans low. You position yourself over his cock, then slowly go down on him. Your eyes close and your head falls back, a low moan escaping from your lips at how good it feels to have your pussy stuffed with him. As you start bouncing on him, Shidou fondles your arse cheeks, his nails digging into your flesh and leaving crescent moon marks behind.

You ride his cock until you’re about to reach your peak once more. But he doesn’t allow it. Shidou holds you down with him deeply buried inside you, his hot seed filling you up. You try to move, but his arms are tightly wrapped around your body. “Did you think I’d so easily let you cum?” he whispers menacingly, so he’s not heard. Oh no, he has other plans for you. Since you provoked him in that live by mentioning other players — especially two of his main rivals — as your favourite players, he’s not going to go easy on you.

Pulling out of you, he positions you on your hands and knees, then violently thrusts back inside. His thrusts are nothing like your previous movements. His are much more vicious, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud, along with the delightful squelching sounds of your cunt. Shidou leans over you as his hips pound into you, resting his head on your shoulder, wanting to hear your screams louder. He pinches your nipple, torturing it and making you cry out. “Tell them how good you feel, minxy,” he whispers.

“F-Feels so good…” you cry, gripping tightly the bedsheets. “Your cock feels so good…”

Shidou groans approvingly, as he straightens his posture. He grabs your wrists, pulling your arms back, holding you mid-air, as his hips piston on you, his cock ravaging your pussy. You’re moaning and whimpering and crying from the pleasure laced with pain. You’re clenching so hard around him, he thinks he’ll cum on the spot once more.

He pushes your body on the mattress, holding your arms behind your back with one hand, while wrapping the other around your neck from behind. His cock thrusts forceful deep strokes inside you, kissing your g spot and making you cream around him. Despite his mask covering half of his face, there’s no hiding the lust shining in his eyes, madly wanting to claim you in front of all your fans who’ve fantasised of fucking you more times than they can count. It’s his way of telling them “Fuck you all, you’ll never make her scream like I can.” Petty much? Maybe, but it’s the truth.

“Wanna cum…” you mumble, before turning to glance at him over your shoulder. “Please,” you whimper.

Shidou releases your arms, grabbing your arse instead, slamming you on his cock. He didn’t want to let you off the hook so early, but fuck him, your glossy eyes with your tears streaming down your cheeks make him weak. Not to mention he wants to show everyone how beautiful you are, cumming all over his cock. He grabs your face from behind, lifting your head up for the camera. “Ah fuck,” you scream, as you reach your orgasm, your sweet juices mixing with his and coating his cock.

A few thrusts later, Shidou buries himself inside you and cums again. For the next few seconds, you both breathe hard, sweat glistens all over your bodies. Shidou leans to the camera and waves wickedly goodbye at your fans, before ending your live and typing a small thank you message to them. When he finally pulls out of you, he cannot help but smile pleased seeing your juices dripping down your abused hole. You groan, as you roll to your back, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” Shidou says, taking his mask off. He leans over you, trapping you underneath him on the mattress. He kisses your neck, nibbling at your skin and smirking when you whimper. His hard cock rubs over your lower half, begging to feel you clamp around it again.

“You’re a demon,” you breathe out.

“And you’ve sold your soul to me,” Shidou retorts, thrusting back inside your warm, dripping pussy.

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[randomwriteronline]

@ingo-ingoing-ingone these are Words and they are For You

The thing heaved cold, sharp breaths from its jagged teeth, condensing into clouds of minuscule crystals that froze the rocks and ground of the cave it had retreat to.

Ah. No.

It was not a thing.

What a mean thing to say.

Even about the same force that had posed the very real threat of freezing his uncle and half the region.

What a mean, mean thing to say.

The Original Dragon's husk let out of its misshapen maw a raucous growl, what remained of its voice coated in disgusting, sorrowful bile, as it turned its large head slightly towards the one intruding in its squalid corner of its wallowing misery, barely perceiving him through its partial blindness and deafness. The man remained immoble, stuck in place, waiting for the horrid sound to cease before doing anything.

Kyurem quieted down, eventually, slowly; the chasm's echo hushed. Emmet swallowed air and bit the corner of his lower lip.

Should he have talked to it? Risked it?

He looked it over, up and down. It was grey. Grey and ice cold, covered in the element it was meant to master, to control, to wield; the element that most hurt its very kind, as much as Dragons and Fairies of old myths. Its arms were small, frail, held tight against its chest, its wings were torn: only their shape remained in the ice that took their place, a frigid afterimage that did not allow for flight.

He swallowed, bit his lip again, exhaled a bit too harsh and loud.

Kyurem roared, and the rocky walls shook so hard with the wave of icy wind escaping its hollow body that they seemed to be on the verge of shattering not unlike glass.

That was his fault. Should have been more careful.

He clicked his tongue softly; after a short while, he clicked it again. He repeated the sound a few more times, always with the same cadence, the same rhythm. To calm it.

When they were much younger Uncle had said that unsocialized Dragons are very much like scared humans: they are aware, somewhere deep within their subconscious, that they're at the top of the food chain, but it doesn't make them feel any safer - if anything, it scares them more.

Kyurem remained where it was, almost crushing itself against the wall as the human approached with slow steps. The repetitive sound didn't quite put it at ease yet, but it worked in keeping its aggression at bay.

He'd never seen it from so up close. He'd never seen it at all, really. Only its individual components after their mitosis, their ripping away. He wondered if it had hurt, or if it had been just like cells dividing in the placenta until twin embryos are formed - natural, painless, quiet.

He wondered how it must have been, when it was right, when it was whole: what a beautiful beast to behold, all scales and fur and vast wings and deep piercing eyes, crests flowing in the winds, tail sparking and blazing, monochromatic shades bursting with red or blue or purple or a vibrant yellow (like the sharp jewel jutting out from its ice muzzle, like its empty cataract-ridden eyes, like Uncle's eyes), the very definition of the word ignition given form and might and life. He wondered how it must have been, before turning into this freezing soulless husk of a corpse.

What a mean thing to say.

What a horrid thing to say.

It was alive. It was not a thing, an empty body, a cryogenic mummy. It was still alive.

From where he was he could not hear what should have been a massive heart beat from within its hunched skeletal chest; it exhaled low rumbling growls that casted freezing clouds near its maw, but it did not seem to inhale at all.

Emmet stopped.

What was he doing?

Just what was he doing?

What was he hoping to achieve?

What was he hoping to get from this?

Kyurem growled after the clicking did not come to signal the human's position to its weakened senses. Its short, weak arms shifted closer to its body, its mutilated tail hit the rocks it had cornered itself against in an angered sway. Its long neck lowered and a veil of frost left its head as it stared at the white blur in the damp chasm, promising a painful end between its jagged fangs.

Emmet looked at it, at those yellow eyes with no iris nor pupil, and found himself starting to cry.

He couldn't figure out why, but he was sobbing. Sobbing louder than he was used to, louder than he should have in front of a half blinded Dragon very much hostile to guests in its den. He couldn't even stop.

He sat down on the cold ground and kept crying.

What would it have been like, being part of a whole? Being part of a single thing? He'd never thought to realize that he already knew that. With time he'd forgotten he used to be a frowny kid who had to remind people he wasn't someone else. With time he'd just stuck to using the same formula out of habit to the point where it was just part of how he talked. Another quirk in a person already full of them. Another quirk between two people already full of them.

They'd called them together, every single time. To the world they were a two-headed eight-limbed beast, with four eyes and four ears and two noses and two mouths and twenty fingers. Sometimes they had thought, in their childish ignorance - more or less bitterly depending on the occasion - that it was almost no different from if they'd been conjoined, or a single anatomy with a starkly split mind. Their names melted together with the conjugation joining them. The order in which they were pronounced mattered little if nothing at all: they were dolls sewn from a single larger one, statuettes made with wax melted from one big candle.

He was one of a pair, one of a whole. His existence demanded a second body with a second label, for to be himself alone seemed almost nonsensical. There is always two heroes and one kingdom; there is always one dragon and two parts. The twin princes of Unova. Eldest and youngest. Youngest and eldest. The Original Dragon. Zekrom and Reshiram. Reshiram and Zekrom.

The Multi Line. The Double Line. The Single Line.

It's always two, one, one. One, one, two.

What was zero, then?

There was the vacancy of the throne and there was the husk of the Dragon. What was zero, then, for something as stupid as a subway?

He kept sobbing and couldn't stop.

The Pokémon was quiet before him. It merely stared thoughtlessly at the miserable lump of a man sniffling mere meters away from its body, curled upon himself, hiding in his own shoulders. What could a cadaver even think, after all?

What a mean thing to say.

It was alive still.

Stupidly, not thinking, maybe guided by something he did not want to acknowledge, Emmet scooted closer, closer, closer, until his head laid slightly against the skeletal arm. He noticed only somewhere far in the back of his mind that the Dragon had allowed him to do such an incomprehensibly foolish thing.

It was cold, of course. Cold, rough, scraping his skin. Harsh to lean on. It was terribly uncomfortable, and he could feel his forehead freezing into a horrid migraine from the chill, but he did not move. He was crying still, louder than he should have. He raised his head a little and bumped it somewhere a little less bony. He thought his tears would freeze against the icy carapace and lock him to it, like a dumb kid licking a lamppost in winter; instead, they seemed to warm it ever so slightly.

He did not realize Kyurem had sat down.

It looked away, into the nothingness, the grey walls of rock of its hiding spot away from the entire world. Emmet listened to the silence around them.

Oh.

He could hear it now.

Weak and slow, although his ear was right on the side of the vast frigid chest, but he could hear it now.

A heartbeat.

He timed it mentally.

It pulsed inside the hollowed body slowly.

So, so slowly.

"Maybe," he whispered, softly, so softly, "We should get out of here."

Kyurem rumbled, but did not growl.

They did not move; they wallowed in their shared infernal loneliness of incompletion for a little longer, sitting on the cold ground.

He wondered, when he finally stood and carefully laid his hands under its jaw as Uncle had taught them to do, to lead it slowly outside of that cave in which it desired to be left to rot, if it was allowing him to do so and following him because of some phantom of a memory. He wondered if the heroes of old had ever held in their hands its massive head back when the beast was whole and healthy, with vibrant eyes and polished scales and voluminous fur. Legends talked about how beloved by them it used to be and vice versa, to the point where it could not choose to favor one over the other; it wasn't silly to presume it must have gotten to enjoy, even briefly, the affordable luxury of affection.

He had no clue what to do once it would have been outside, honestly. He could not just catch it. He could not just let it follow him to the nearest town or city. He could not just release it in the wildnerness - not after seeing what damage it could be capable of.

Its head was heavy in his palms. It was cold, and trembled with every step. It inhaled in spurts, short quick breaths. It walked slowly, heavily, higher and higher; it walked out of the chasm.

A cloud of frost left its maw with a low growl, hitting him square in the chest and making him shiver violently.

Kyurem yanked its muzzled head away from him, stumbling back, away from the human. Its hollowed yellow eyes swayed to attempt focusing on something and seemed to fail; it gave another growl, its tone a confused mess of indiscernible emotions, and climbed back down, trudging along as it struggled to carry its own forcibly deformed shell of a body down, down, down, back into the depths of the earth, to disappear forever from the rest of the world out of spite, out of anger, out of a mourning melancholy that would have eaten it from the inside if it had still had anything left withing itself to give.

Emmet watched it without following. The stomping of its clawed feet grew weaker, weaker, weaker, like a slow waning heartbeat, until he could not hear it anymore.

It was warm outside. Just a little bit. He could feel the sun warming him on his back.

The light caught the corner of his eye and burned.

He needed to get back to the station.

It would have been a little cooler.

It would have been a little darker.

He never liked summer anyways.

He left.

#pokémon #submas emmet #kyurem #random writing #?? (gestures to this) ????? (nods) (shakes head) ?. #no idea what the hell this is or how to describe this at all #mr ingoing-ingone very kindly provided me with the prompt #which is 'emmet meets kyurem while searching and realizes how similar they are. ingo is gone any% no death' #and i got Really Into It #the words look very nice! not sure where theyre going tho #OH WAIT I SHOULD POINT OUT. #EMMET AND INGO ARE *NOT* REINCARNATIONS OF THE HEROES/PRINCES #HES JUST DRAWING PARALLELS

[torgawl]

crack theory: what if the abyss twin isn't a descender because they're an ascender?

#you know if the world is like upside down because celestia created gods named after demons... like hell.... #i know this is dumb and that the concept of descender is people who enter the world teyvat is located in right? #but also what if going to the land away from the heavenly principals' eyes and becoming one with the land of the people #counts as not being an outlander #the irminsul is also technically part of the 'light realm' right? #how to make sense of that and the samsara cycles? #supposedly we're living through the fourth cycle (first half) and that cycle is called khraun-arya... similar to khaenri'ah... #the text at the tower of the narzissenkreuz ordo says the human spirit undergoes loss of paradise then defeat of evil dragons then original #sin and baptism and then freedom from the gods #this is massive!!! not only big picture wise but also in the way it perfectly describes the fontaine arc #and khaenri'ah still exists these are very much very similar concepts too #i think the end of our journey might be trying to break the samsara cycles once and for all? as long as they continue then any nation #who disobeys celestia will fall #what does this have to do with my original point? no idea actually agjshs #but what if this isn't like the first time the twins are in teyvat? #also the fact we have a twin and twins is such a common theme in genshin is so!!!! is one of the twins created after the other? #this is too much for my pea brain #please don't take anything of what i said seriously this is just a random post with my thoughts while i was drinking tea #the twins are just so intriguing #it's also curious that there's two shades of phanes we know nothing about #we know of istaroth and the shade of life but there's two left #them there's the weird melusine lines about paimon and the traveller #paimon having a string connecting her beyond the sky wasn't even the most surprising #the melusine saying they see the traveller as a monster that could swallow the world whole in a single bite is so !!!! #i think it's safe to say from the way the twins use the elements that they're above archons in terms of power scaling and hierarchy #whatever that means #paimon being a puppet just wouldn't surprise me but i don't think paimon is fooling us she might just be as clueless as we are tbh #she could even be some sort of being like furina was to egeria as far as we know #okay i'll shut up now because I'm not saying anything that makes sense or actually being productive 😂 #genshin thoughts

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

a coworker recently complimented me by saying I’m calm under pressure, which

a) thanks, but also b) lol. lmao, even

#no this isn't an ADHD thing #this is a 'you have no idea what the inside of my head is like' thing #it's a 'thanks that's the anxiety and maybe trauma' thing #my boss has described me--more than once--as 'zen' #which is....... #I probably don't need to explain why that's funny #yeah I'm so zen I have constant headaches and neck pain and also digestive problems #I barely know how to relax #I can't sleep #I'm on 5 different brain meds #I haven't seen a therapist in months because I have some serious frustrations with mine BUT I keep second-guessing myself about them #AND finding a new one is overwhelming #hell I don't really do much of anything because it's all overwhelming #I try to be polite and diplomatic because I'm actually still a little kid who's terrified of being yelled at #only this time with worse consequences #reading the news fills me with helpless rage #I actually think my mental health is getting worse and not better #but yeah sure I'm zen

[enlichened]

Tbh I'm on the floor rn abt my hawke. Goodbye I'll be back in 2 business months

#hes just so.. idek how to describe it. trusts people because he loves them and doesnt know how to love someone without trusting them #tfw you lose his trust and where did all the love go. because if he cant trust you with this he cant trust you with his wobbly little heart #like even varric. he knows varric had to lie somewhat to protect him. but when the lies make him into a story with a hero and a neat ending #it makes people think they know him and think hes something hes not. and hes a little hurt by that for a while #hes still besties half in love with codependent with varric theres just tenderness there. push too hard and it bites #ugh hes just so like. easily trampled emotionally GNDVSN. hides it behind jokes and mock confidence 💝 #no he has no idea what hes doing ESPECIALLY emotionally but he loves his friends and hell carry them for as long as theyll let him #or until he just cant anymore. dont even get me started on anders.. #edit: AND hes gay. GNSHSKSHSK. blasts are you satisfied marina

[squaretablehold]

Hot Art Tip: never ever get into garment construction or fashion history, character design will never be simple again!!

#Ooc #Also you'll end up with very weird ideas about what looks good #I cannot stop thinking about landsknecht mercenary outfits #the eccentric set means nothing to me #I need skin tight leggings #slashed hot pants #sleeves bigger than the torso that are busy as all hell #and codpiece balanced swords to feel anything anymore #how ever ridiculous the outfit you think i'm describing is #i promise you it's worse #and i'm in love with it #also i do end up patterning out character's clothes in my head #and try to know if not just straight up draw all the layers bc i need the outfits to MAKESENSE #don't ever do this to yourself #ignorance is bliss

[tinygothgremlin]

No one:

Me trying to figure out if where I live is a town or a village:

#kinda a shitpost #i think it's a town #while the population is very small #1307 to be exact #it is incorporated and has a local government #it also is pretty dense as there's not many businesses here it's just house after house in a small area #i spent way too much time on this #i also found out that a hamlet is a thing that exists #a hamlet is smaller than a village and is described as a small settlement with no place of worship and no meeting point #i have no idea why i did this #also of all the names they could've chose for a area smaller than a village why did the choose hamlet? #i am not researching that right now because i feel that will be a hell hole and i don't want to deal with that #and by hell hole i mean i know i'm gonna run into stiff from the play hamlet and have sources that go on for way too long about stuff that #is not important to my question #like a recipe from a blog that tells someones whole life story when all i want to do is to know how to make cookies without a mixer or #baking soda or baking powder depending on what the recipe calls for or whatever

[mockiatoh]

My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.

I remember the first time I came to this realization.

I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.

Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!

Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.

The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.

I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.

The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.

He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.

But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.

I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.

Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.

The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.

The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.

[ambrosiagourmet]

I've been thinking about Laios' succubus lately. Mulling it over a bit.

Because I've seen these pages brought up a fair bit, but almost entirely in the context of shipping (on all sides, really). And I really want to understand what they are doing for the story beyond that.

When I went back to reread the scene and section, a few things caught my interest: the way Laios responds to both forms of his succubus, the themes of the volume the chapter is found in, and the other events of the chapter itself.

So let's dive into those three things, and what I think they say about the succubus scene's purpose.

Laios is never fully frozen by the succubus

So. If you compare Marcille and Chilchuck's reactions...

to Laios':

-

There is a difference. Sure, the basics may look the same once it turns into Scylla Marcille, but even then, it functions differently.

Chilchuck and Marcille are completely frozen once they catch sight of their succubus. Izutsumi, as well, isn't able to look away, and completely freezes up once her 'mom' starts talking to her. As Chilchuck describes, "just looking at them makes you unable to move."

And yet, Scylla Marcille has to actively convince Laios to comply. He even looks away from her at one point!

Laios accepts this succubus, but he is never actually helpless to it in the same way. Taken in? Convinced? Sure, at least enough to let things happen that he probably should question more than he does. But magically compelled? Not really. Not the same way as everyone else is. So that's interesting. But let's move on for now.

2. Volume 9 is all about drive and desire

I don't often look at chapters within the context of the volume they are included in, but I think there's some really fun things to be found with that perspective in mind.

For one, volume 9 starts with an exploration of what desire brought Laios to the dungeon:

And ends with a question of what desire brought Laios to the dungeon:

It's also very concerned in general with questions of why people do what they do. Why they are in the dungeon, why they are with the people they are with, why they stay, what they fight for.

In addition to Laios, we see it with Marcille...

Izutsumi

Kabru

and Mithrun

Hell, we even get it for the demon!

It's certainly not the only volume concerned with desires and motives, but it is particularly focused on these ideas.

The succubus scene fits quite well into the ongoing question about desires, especially Laios' desires. It is even placed at an interesting spot within the volume. The volume is six chapters long, and the scene takes place at the start of the 4th chapter. It's almost smack-dab in the middle.

With all this in mind, it is interesting that, with both versions of the succubus Marcille, it's not totally clear which parts of her Laios is rejecting.

The first version of Marcille looks human, but Laios attacks when he identifies her as a monster. The second Marcille looks like a monster, but he seems to believe that she is the real (human)(ish) person that he knows. So is he rejecting the monster at first, and then accepting the person? Or is he rejecting humanity and only interested in the monstrous?

Something to consider as we look at the next point...

3. the rest of the chapter is a seduction, too

This is one of those things that might not be apparent on a first reading, but is crystal clear on a revisit. We see the succubus try and charm Laios over 7 pages, and then see the Winged Lion do the same thing for the next 19.

Much like the succubus, it offers the mingling of monsters and humans. Much like the succubus, it offers belonging.

(and this is the point where I absolutely must also link this post by fumifooms on the succubus, which has some great ideas on how the scene is informed by Laios' trauma and desire for acceptance!!!)

But, back to the point. The Winged Lion wants to feed on Laios just as much as the succubus did, and it uses similar strategies to try and make that happen. Though this chapter isn't really the turning point for the next Lord of the Dungeon (it is Marcille who will, eventually, become the Lion's next victim), it certainly behaves like it is.

Laios is convinced. The succubus gets its meal. By the end of the volume, the reader begins to understand how concerning his desires are. Together, it is all very good at building up that sense of dread and pending disaster, as we see exactly how and why Laios might just fall into the Lion's open arms and bring about the end of the world.

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So that's the three things I noticed. But there's still something I want to touch on by looking at the way these observations overlap, and what they reveal, together.

As I said, by the end of the volume, you can feel the tension growing. Just as Kabru and Mithrun do, you look back for an answer to the questions that have been built, chapter by chapter: why is Laios here? Where will his loyalties fall? This chapter, and scene, seem to prove the inevitable truth: he will choose the monster, of course. He will choose the seductive, easy power of the Winged Lion.

But the details of what actually happens tell different story: one in which the Lion is wrong.

First, as a reminder - even in Scylla Marcille mode, the succubus never fully entrances Laios. It convinces him, but it doesn't have him completely under its thrall.

Similarly, in the dream, the Lion does convince Laios to embrace the world he is offering. But even within that dream, Laios continues to ask questions that will be vital to him later. It is because of those questions that Laios comes to a new understanding about Thistle.

And it's this realization that he cites later as part of his reason for refusing the Lion's offer.

He is thinking through things the entire time, just like he continues to question the succubus even after it turns into Scylla Marcille.

Laios also expresses an interesting reason for why he wants to see the future of this world. He's not just invested because it would mean people liking what he likes, or him getting to spend time with monsters. The thought that comes immediately before his acceptance is about what he wants for monsters and people.

I don't think it's a coincidence that this statement - "we're living beings that share the same world, but all we can do is keep killing each other" - can apply to the various humans races just as much as it does to humans and monsters. The thing he is thinking about here isn't just a matter of his personal daydreams. It's an idea that underpins every conflict in the story.

Laios caring about how people as well as monsters in this manner is something that the Lion gets wrong every time. Even at the end, he still frames Laios' desires entirely around hating people and loving monsters.

The Lion has heard him express an opinion about the future of the world! It happened right there in the dream, right in front of him! He just didn't take it seriously, and didn't view it through any lens other than "Laios likes monsters more".

He's convinced that he understands how to get to Laios. Maybe the Lion can't truly see everything, or maybe his vision into everyone's deepest desires has made it hard for him to realize how much choice still matters. That people can, and do, choose which desires to act on, and how to act on them.

Whatever the case, he's wrong about Laios, and the story shows us this over and over again.

After all, look at how the succubus interaction plays out:

A monster uses Marcille to appeal to Laios...

He realizes that something about the situation is wrong, and rejects her.

It changes strategies, and makes new offer: to turn him into a monster.

It also assures him that his friends are, or will be, taken care of.

He accepts. Or rather, allows the monster to have its way with him.

But Laios is not as helpless as he initially appears, and what the Lion thinks is a successful seduction also contains the seed of an idea that will allow Laios to later resist him.

We even get to see Izutsumi playing a similar role in both instances, as the one person fully able to take action in the face to the illusion.

The story lays out what is going happen, and then explicitly tells us that the demon and the succubus are thematically related.

The chapter performs a great sleight of hand here - everything about it seems to indicate that Laios is doomed give in to the option to have his deepest desires realized. But if you look closer, it also contains the evidence that he won't. There's a lot more going on for him.

Yes, he still falls for obvious tricks. He is still extremely into monsters, and he still doesn't feel like he fits in with other people. He may, deep down, crave to surrender to the monstrous - to let it absorb him. But he questions more than he seems to. He considers more than people realize. He cares so much more than anyone gives him credit for.

And I think this is part of why we see the succubus called back to so many times, especially with the wolf head addition to his Monster Form, which he specifically added due to his encounter with the Scylla Marcille.

This all stays with Laios. It doesn't just foreshadow the path of the story, it is fundamental to how and why he walks that path. It's not about him choosing monsters, and it's not about him choosing people. It's about how he considers both, and cares about both.

And it's about the forces that think they already know his answer. Mithrun and Kabru. The Winged Lion. The succubus.

It's about how they are wrong.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #laios touden #winged lion #dunmeshi analysis

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Fun fact about us! We have precisely No filter for "how much gore is too much gore", because we just... don't get squeamish about it almost at all.

Part of this effect is that we spend ages waffling over how to tag things because we just... don't have a point of comparison for things, and trying to find them results in us running into a lot of stuff we wouldn't consider gory at all being tagged as gore. We'll sit there like "this is a skeleton! this is bones!" and we'll feel like it must be, like, overtagged "just to be safe" type stuff, because, well, it's not gore, it's just a skeleton arm! Maybe a cartoony cross-section! It doesn't read as gore, it just reads as, like, cool character design to cartoon violence.

Part of this is that we'll click on things with "MAJOR GORE SUPER UNSETTLING CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK" and end up just... underwhelmed. Like, we know in theory that we have a much better gore tolerance than most people, but in practice, like. It's utterly baffling to us that people will be that sensitive over blood. It's just, like... you're calling this "major gore"? It's one arm with a slightly messy disconnect! Like, sure, put a gore warning on it, but we expected more than just one slightly messy arm! They barely even look anything more than surprised about it!

#the lines get even blurrier with writing like. what on earth counts as major gore??? how hard does an author have to go to get into there?? #does blood count? how many physical descriptions make it count while we're describing an injury? we're trying to sell the wound here #and we have no damned clue what the hell and fuck people call “gore” out here #the perception of gore that goes into tagging it is beyond any comprehension we've got we're afraid #necessary note for this: we have prior experience working at a veterinary clinic and have had perhaps a few too many hospital visits #and we are of the flavor of person that is also completely blindsided on a regular basis by what people consider inappropriate #every day we discover a new think of the children argument and every day we have literally no idea what they're talking about #for it to be considered major gore for us it has to have at least a bit of gristle to it and its gotta at least TRY to sell the impact #like. its not major if its just a clean circle with a bone in the middle and some blood slapped on top #its not major if the wound just cleanly removes a slice with no meaty bits or bloody bits #flesh is messy! if youre going for gory stuff then you have to pay at least a bit of mind to the little gristly bits! #we're sorry but the impossibly clean anime cut that people use for like. gashes and scars and whatever just... isnt that graphic #we are certain that this is a complaint that maybe like three people have had but if ur working with mammals n such like #it honestly just feels cartoony to have a gut spill going on. YKINMKATOK we just dont understand how its treated #theres membranes! theres connections! your guts arent gonna just spill out loosey-goosey the second u get an abdominal wound! #we all love a good like. “hobbling around trying to keep your insides in” scene ofc #but its very clear that some of you people dont even know how butchering a pig works #my posts