It’s Still Halloween To Me. I Don’t Care.

Hi this isn't really like fun or hot in itself but I just wanna say that I came across your blog recently and reading through all of your writing and asks has been really helpful for me in terms of getting over body and sexual insecurity. I'm especially happy to find an account where the user and their community isn't so clearly negatively fetishistic and degrading (in your own words, "no talking about gaining weight as "ruining" him" or any other negative or gross stuff). It's really nice to see someone being positive and soft and domestic, even with the goblin brain stuff, and to have a place where stuff I'm a fan of can mingle with the kinky stuff openly and without total perversion. It's like a sweet lil safe space honestly.

I think I'm not making any sense, but just know that I thank you. I enjoy your posts and I appreciate you. <3

This means so much to me! I really appreciate this message 🥰🥰🥰

It sometimes feels like a difficult needle to thread, but it seems logical to me. Right? It's like you can have kinky stuff like stuffing/teasing/light degradation but with the understanding that like everyone who is participating in it is doing so consensually. Like it's a fantasy I'm writing usually so I don't have them verbally check in with each other but I certainly would if I were trying to negotiate a scene like this with a partner irl.

I just know as a kinky fat person that like a lot of fat positive stuff is really vanilla and there's way too much openly negative fetishistic stuff around online, but I want to be a part of making a space to talk about fat and kink in a way that's, like, self aware I guess

I'm just glad you feel safe and enjoy it all! 🥰🥰

Oh wow!!! So happy to have received some more anons and sorry I’m so slow getting to them! Have an on-off relationship with sleep rn but will get to them in the morning x

My three girlfriends.

And yea, they smoke weed.

Lol I'm posting the first few paragraphs of the HOTD fic I'm writing so I feel compelled to continue

Resentment burned like an inferno in the Aegon's chest. It was a feeling the youth had never seemed to grow used to, and one he knew no other means of quenching other than with goblet upon goblet of Arbor Gold, Dornish Strongwine, hells, even piss-weak spice mulled hippocras from the Reach. It mattered little the varietal, so long as it eased the resentful fire in his gut and dulled the echo of his mother's voice, which had long since burrowed deep into his psyche.

"Disgrace."

"Drunk."

"Lout. Lech. Rake."

Those were the easiest to drink and fuck away. There was always a waiting bottle to uncork, a wet hole to claim. By right he ought to be free to explore the life of a libertine. His lot was to enjoy everything a prince's station had to offer without the obligations that would be his sister's, the princess's royal. As his rotting father refused to let anyone forget, she was rightful heir to the iron throne. She would be Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Alas, his mother and scheming grandsire would allow him no peace. Even in solitude they remained with him, words repeating. And so he drank, and fucked, and ate, and did precisely as he pleased. Perhaps he thought to spite their machinations. Certainly he acted as he desired to.

It was not long before his inner tormentors expanded their vocabulary.

"Smell-Feast. Hogling. Glutton."

"Fat."

It's not much but it's honest work

really truly cannot stand when Steve is painted as a fragile softboi who will crumble at an unkind word.

Steve is a (barely) reformed mean girl. His instinct is still going to be to bite back meaner. We literally see it as recently as season 4 when Dustin is getting too close to the bone, Steve goes too mean. He immediately cops to it and apologizes (because, reforming) but that's still how he's wired.

His skin is thick, his mouth is mean. Steve is a bitch (and I like him so much)

Joseph Quinn and a guitar. That's it.