#unhinged thoughts

Like unhinged shower thoughts. Not “water bottle companies don’t produce water… they produce plastic bottles.” Something UNHINGED like “Jesus Christ was killed on the cross because people didn’t like what he was saying, does that mean he was the first person victim to cancel culture?”

Also, have you eaten?

-🌠

Yes, I have! I had tacos! Blue and Swap would be thrilled!

Dragging you to your room. “Alright, off to bed with you before you give me another existential crisis.” 

Syrah, Red, Comic, Reaper, Ccino, Killer, Horror, Dust, Swad, Shattered

His favorite time of the day. You two become the most unhinged philosophers after midnight. It’s a wonderful bonding activity.

Cherrybomb, Comic, Fresh, Plum, Ink, Killer, Dust, Passive, Pale, Bill

Head in his hands. “Why must you do this to me?”

Dream, Cross, Passive

“I love you, but if you say one more crazy thing they won’t find your body.”

Swan, Error, Template, Geno, Swap

“Begone foul demon!” Covers you in a blanket and carries you to bed.

Template, Blue, Cherrybomb, Heart

“I’m not caffeinated enough for this.” Walks away

Syrah, Heart, Swap, Ccino, Nightmare, Shattered

“Are you okay? Like mentally?”

summary; after your lovely wedding, you and lion finally have some alone time, in which you spend it showing each other just how much you love one another.

warning(s); 18+ mdni, penetration, oral sex(fem! receiving), breeding(kinda idfk??).

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the wedding ceremony was small but beautiful— only a few close friends and family invited. you both drank champagne and fed each other wedding cake at the reception. it was precious; exactly like you'd dreamt.

the second you walked in the front door of your shared home, lion was already wrapping his arm around your waist— needing you closer. once you made it to the bedroom, your lips connected. and the both of you are completely alone with each other for the first time all day. no interruptions or outside influences; just you both.

you giggle softly against his lips as he struggles with the zipper of your dress, the frustration evident in the furrowing of his eyebrows. he pulls away slightly and mutters a string of curses before finally getting the zipper down.

you cup his face gently with both hands, pulling him back into the kiss. you guide him onto the neatly made bed, his hands are already sliding your pretty dress down your body.

after your dress is discarded, lion begins slipping off his blazer off, shrugging it off his shoulders and off to the side. he pulls away from you, his beauteous blue eyes scanning over you— drinking you in.

lion's enchanted by you. truly fascinated. not just your body but you as a whole. you're divine, heavenly.

his lips trail down your neck to your collarbone, placing soft, loving kisses to your skin.

"you're so gorgeous," he mumbles against you, hands sliding over the curve of your torso before setting on your hips.

he kisses down the soft skin of your belly, stopping right at the edge of your cotton panties. before you know it, he's tugging them down. slow and patient, not an ounce of urgency. the both of you would like to relish it. anything outside doesn't matter because you two are in here. together.

lion tosses your panties aside, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your clit, making you squirm. he won't tease, not tonight.

his mouth works brilliantly on you, knowing just what you like. every movement of his tongue earning an angelic noise from your lips. your plush thighs are squeezing around his head gently, his strong hands holding your hips down as you squirm.

"holy shit lion!" you whine, that overwhelming motion of his tongue enough to make your thighs tremble around his head.

it's got you arching off of the bed, that sweet warmth building up in your belly. lions mumbling into your pussy, can hardly understand him.

"'m coming," you gasp, that little band finally snapping.

he laps every single bit of you up, rambling about how good you taste to him. light pants fall from his lips as he makes his way back up your body. the taste of you lingers on his tongue as you kiss, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. his shirt joins your dress on the floor, his pants are next.

now, he's positioning himself between your bent knees— attempting to grab a condom from the nightstand, but is stopped.

"i want it raw," you mutter sweetly, hand rested on his bicep. he won't say no to you. never has.

sinking into you slowly, that familiar but achingly good stretch as he fills you up inch by inch. the kind of stretch that makes you gasp, your eyes still locked on his.

"you got it, baby," he encourages, rubbing your hip with his thumb.

when he's fully in, he's engrossed in the feeling of you. longing for this moment to never end. the pace is slow— agonizingly sublime. you can't even think straight he's so deep inside of you, hips rocking against yours. the tip of him is kissing your cervix with a lingering warmness.

every second feels like heaven. just to be here with each other; the privilege of loving one another. lion speed picks up a bit, your moans getting louder. needier and desperate. he's the only one that can make you feel so full.

chests pressed together now, you wrap your arms around his neck. the tightness in your stomach is increasing, in dire need of release.

"oh, my god— i'm coming," is all you can manage to get out before your orgasm hits you like a tornado.

you can feel him twitch in you, and right before he's about to pull out, you stop him. you wanna feel every bit of him.

"I want you to cum in me," you declare shamelessly.

And that he does. holding you close, you can feel that warmness flood you.

"fuck, baby— he groans, ropes of cum flooding your womb. you feel every bit of him.

So I want to start out by giving you guys a motivational controlled shock and say that: Jax needs to be completely freaky and delusional to the point you're not just like "oh teehee, he is down bad" and more like: "oh God no, he a loser for this girl". He made an adventure just to simulate eating her, he gets jelly when she hangs out with Zooble and chooses Zooble over him, and he also thinks she likes it when he is mean to her (I swear to GOD, I bet he found one of her mangas and saw the "Tsundere Bad Boy" archetype and said "oh hell yeah, that's how you get the bitches)

(He is. In fact. NOT getting the bitches)

Have I already mentioned he wanted to eat her?? I mean, yeah he wanted to chase all his friends- His first """meal""" being Gangle is wild to me tho (like- Okay, not Zooble..?? Who you always have beef with?? Not Pomni who I assume you're projecting some feelings onto?? NOT RAGATHA WHO YOU SUPPOSEDLY HATE?? I see you, fake I Don't Give A Fucker)

He also seems to know A LOT about her personally, and I can't help but emphasize that he knows something embarrassing from her that he uses as blackmail but refuses to fully say it because he knows she'll do what he wants if he stops saying it (like I know that's how blackmail works, but let me be delulu and think he stops talking because in his own twisted way he doesn't want to ruin her reputation with the others)

Can I throw shit at the wall and make up drama for the sake of plot?? Y'all know how he hates Orbzman?? Y'all know how Gangle doesn't have an evil counterpart, but Evil Orbzman takes her place..?? Y'all know how this implies normal Orbzman is probably a pretty sweet guy???? DON'T YOU THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF IN A PREVIOUS ADVENTURE GANGLE DID A POMNI AND GOT ATTACHED TO THIS WEIRD ASS NPC??? DON'T YOU THINK IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IF JAX WAS JEALOUS OF AN FUCKING ORBZMAN????

I finally watched The Apothecary Diaries and oh my god I loooove Loulan / Shisui.

At first, she’s easy to miss. Shisui: the servant girl with messy hair and curious eyes, collecting insects, laughing softly with Maomao. Her fingers linger on teacups as if memorizing their shape. She feels harmless. Gentle. You think you understand her.

Then she moves, and the air shifts.

Loulan is here. She was always here. Suddenly the palace feels smaller, tighter, like it was never meant to hold her.

Walking beside her through the corridors feels like watching something dangerous unfold quietly. The soft tap of her shoes on stone. Doors that open without a sound because she knows how to touch them. Silk whispering against walls no one else dares to brush. She notices everything: a fold in a sleeve, the wrong incense burning, the slight tremor in someone’s hand. Glances from courtiers and maids don’t slide past her—they land, and she measures them.

She is the opposite of Maomao in a way that aches. Maomao is brilliant but contained, working within the palace’s rules, bending them only as much as she must. Loulan reads the rules and smiles to herself. She decides which ones matter, which ones are tools, which ones are disposable. The palace rearranges itself around her presence, even when no one realizes she’s the reason.

Her role in the Shi Clan rebellion arc is devastating precisely because it’s so controlled. She steps into danger without ceremony. She protects Maomao and others in ways that look cruel until you understand the cost of truth. The “poisoned” children. The misdirected letters. The guards nudged just slightly out of place. Every move is calculated to save lives while keeping her hands clean enough that no one thinks to look at them. She walks through it calm and focused, carrying both mercy and violence in the same breath.

What makes her feel real is the duality. Shisui is playful, curious, untethered—someone who laughs easily, who touches the world lightly. Loulan is precise, imposing, brilliant, impossible to corner. She is not one or the other. She is both, and you never know which version will step forward until it’s already too late.

And then there’s the way she moves through womanhood in that world. The palace is a cage disguised as refinement: every word measured, every alliance watched, every body expected to serve power quietly. Loulan doesn’t reject that reality—she uses it. She listens where others dismiss. She watches where others posture. She takes risks men never have to consider and makes them look effortless. Her morality is shaped by survival and responsibility, not obedience. She doesn’t pretend to be simple. She doesn’t dull herself to be safe.

Loulan refuses the narrow roles written for women in stories like this. She is not just the obedient daughter, or the clever servant, or the scheming villain, or the selfless heroine. She is playful and ruthless, compassionate and merciless, chaotic and exacting. She is allowed to be contradictory without being punished for it. Watching her feels like remembering what complexity looks like when it’s fully alive.

She is not a hero. She is not a villain. She is not simple.

She is alive—feral, brilliant, layered, historically impossible in the best way. She makes you want to slow down and watch every glance, every pause, every choice. She leaves a pulse in your chest long after the screen goes dark and reminds you that female characters can, and should, be everything at once.

m’kay. donate link here if you want to fuel my coffee addiction ☕ if not, no worries — thanks for hanging out in my brain.

Unhinged alternatives to pulling out feat. The LaDS men

Picture if you will, you're getting it on with your man but neither of you wants to deal with a condom and he doesn't wanna pull out. What's a super powered boy to do?

Caleb 🍎

Gravity boy can just...scoop it all out? Catch it on the way out with his evol and deposit it in the proper receptacle.

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Similar to Caleb can use his evol to...remove it from where it's been deposited. Or just change it on a molecular level to either not be an issue or disappear all together.

Xavier ⭐

It's canon that he can teleport himself and something he's touching so...he just teleports it elsewhere. Where? Depends on if some guys has him jealous or not.

Rafayel 🐠

Heat is bad for swimmers so maybe he can use his evol on his...fish bits...to basically sterilize the next few emissions.

Zayne ❄️

Unfortunately the one that started this line of thinking. He could in theory freeze it as it comes out. Sounds like some horrible temperature play. Which also leads to the question , could he make it like some salty ice cream?