Your local ghoul of the haunted pond (as voted by the ghesties).
Vibe checks: Open
Requests: Open. But they might take a while.
Will Not Write: Age regression, Scat/Emeto, Diapers, schoolgirl uniforms or teacher/student roleplay.
Name: Bel/Belle/Bellamy. It doesn't matter, just give me a ring and I'll answer. Yes, I am the winter storm of Thanksgiving 2025.
Pronouns: Don't care. Whatever's funniest.
About...?: I write Ghostfics and occasionally vibe check people with my tarot cards. Sometimes I'm even correct. My writing is posted here and at AO3 under belleofthebrawl. Despite my best efforts, I have been described as insane, unhinged and incredibly talented. Choose for yourself if any of that is true. I just live here.
(there is no actual sex here just the Event and immediate follow up idk idk im so high u guys)
WARNINGS for nonconsensual drugging (viagra) and risk of exposure, but again there is NO actual sex here
Dew's fingers tremble as they pick at the label of his beer bottle, adhesive gathering under short nails. He's too warm, even considering how crowded tonight's post-show dive bar is. Warm like he's feverish, in a way that sits uncomfortably beneath his skin.
It's been building gradually since he got back from the bathroom, since he rejoined a few of the others at a high-set table, and over the last 15 minutes or so he's felt stranger and stranger. The flushing hit first, followed by prickly sweat at the base of his spine and along his hairline. He'd rubbed at his chest with a grimace, heart thudding harder than normal against his ribs, and a strange pressure started to build. In his gut, his thighs, steadily creeping inwards towards-
A pair of giggles and the clink of ice pulls Dew's attention from his own crotch, blood boiling hot and racing in his veins.
To his left, Mountain's sipping his third stout and staring down at his phone. Not the source of the giggles. The seat next to him sits empty; Rain must have gone back to the bar or something. Fuck it's hot in here. The next seat holds a pile of coats and bags, and it's beside that one where Dew finds a pair ghouls wearing matching devious grins.
"You feelin' alright, Dew?" Aurora chirps it above the din of the crowd, fiddling with the too-red cherry in her drink. Her smile could light up a room, brilliant green eyes glittering even in the low light of the bar. She raises the cherry to pouty, glossed lips, lets a drop of liquid drop onto her tongue, and Dew's stomach drops with it. "You look a little...I dunno, what do you think?"
Aurora pops the cherry into her mouth, nudges the last member of their table crew, and Dew's leg starts to bounce - a move that proves to be a mistake when it shifts his briefs against his suddenly tingling cock. He nearly doubles over with the shock of it, and those giggles echo once more as the chair beside him scoots closer.
"You're right," Aeon says, voice filled with mock concern. "He's lookin' real red, even for a fire ghoul." He reaches over, close enough now that Dew can smell his shampoo. His skin feels like it's about to vibrate off his body. "What's got you all...hot 'n bothered?"
Aeon rests a spidery hand against his sweat-damp spine, and something like lightning shoots straight to Dew's dick. It's not quintessence, doesn't feel nearly like that so-familiar crackle, but there's something -
A cool, delicate hand comes to rest on his knee - when had Aurora snuck around to his other side? - and Dew chokes on nothing at all.
"What the fuck did you do to me?"
Aurora's fingers dance up his thigh, Aeon strokes his spine, and Dew's head spins with how fast he stiffens against his zipper. He's hunched over the table now, with only the golden curtain of his hair to hide ruddy cheeks.
"Remember how you said your last beer was kinda weird?" The little ghoulette mutters in his ear, her sugary sweet perfume flooding his nose. Her tongue flicks at a pierced lobe and Dew jolts in his seat. He still tips his head to let her mouth at his neck, though. "Turns out viagra does have a flavor!"
"Told you it would," Aeon taunts from his right, and Dew feel like his thoughts are flowing through syrup.
"Whatever," Aurora huffs, and Dew can feel even the ghost of her kiss chilling his skin. "You'll get your $5 later." Her attention shifts back to the ghoul caught between them, an unsuspecting fly in their sticky trap. "I think someone needs our help first."
Her nail feel like heaven against his scalp when she gathers a handful of hair, and oh Dew could kill them both right now. Wants to, should in fact, for pulling this stunt in the middle of a bunch of humans. He licks his teeth as the pair of them press in closer, cracks his knuckles and focuses on breathing deep. He takes a glance over at Mountain, just to see if anyone else has caught what's happening, but Rain returned at some point and now Dew's sure the rest of the world has ceased to exist for the big guy.
Aeon's fingers slip beneath his shirt then, Aurora's nails graze his zipper, and Dew?
Well, violence can take on many forms.
"Get me out of here right now," he orders, deadly calm, and both of their over-confident hands falter. Just for a moment, a flash, but it's enough. "We're going to the hotel." Dew grabs his jacket, holding it in front of his far too obvious election and turning for the door. "We'll talk about how much trouble you're both in later."
If it were any quieter in here, Dew would be able to hear them gulp.
Every step to the sidewalk is agony, and it's beyond tempting to make one of them scuff their knees in an alley for him before they catch a ride, but this isn't the first time Dew's been blue pilled - Ifrit always considered himself something of a prankster. Regardless, Dew knows that shooting a quick load down someone's throat would only make things worse. Plus he'd just be hard again in five minutes anyway.
No, better to make the two ghouls shuffling to his sides prove their penance in relative privacy. They can always pay off any noise complaints, it certainly wouldn't be the first time.
"We're...we're sorry," Aeon offers, as though he could read Dew's thoughts.
"Not yet you aren't," Dew informs him, watching their car approach the bar. "Mouths shut until we're in my room, understood?"
i know tsv doesnt really concern itself with that kind of thing but it is a very important hc to me that shrue is afab and the emphasis on their schrödinger's family situation by the people around them is rooted in misogyny. like, of course you have a spouse and a child, it's very important to us (and to society as a whole) that you're a wife and a m- er, a spouse and a parent, in addition to all the other things you're doing to make the world a better place :) what a girlboss!
Can someone who likes sleep token also get into the Silt verses please. Can someone talk to me about if Vessel is a Priest or a Sacrifice or a Saint or like the Promised Bride and his name, just a vessel for an illegal god's mysterious purposes. We already have a canonical god of sleep but what if his god was a god of cycles. The moon, the tides. Sleeping and waking. Growth and decay. Perpetuators and the victims that carry that awful legacy with every action they take.
And we'll never be rid of each other/my song my sorrow and I...
On TikTok and beyond, trans guys are opening up a difficult conversation.
When I recently came across viral TikTok clips of comedian Chris Overalls labeling himself a “chaser” seeking to hook up with trans men, I felt, frankly, unnerved. Chasers, or people who fetishize and sexualize trans people based solely on their transness, have been the topic of intracommunal trans dialogue for decades. In fact, a robust canon of zines, blogs, and articles have documented the phenomenon, usually focusing on cisgender men who fetishize trans women and transfeminine people. But less-discussed, both in the archive and in the present, are the specific subset of chasers who pursue trans men and other transmasculine people.
As controversy has erupted over the content made by Overalls — who, it should be noted, has “John Wayne Chasey” in his bio — several transmasculine people and trans men have taken to social media to share their own thoughts about this controversy, but with one clear and overarching message: In general, we need to talk more about chasers who pursue transmasculine people.
“Predators who target trans men are often loud af in the way they claim to affirm our manhood and masculinity in order to build a sense of false trust,” Jersey Noah, a trans social media creator, wrote in an Instagram post. “In reality, they use our isolation, our struggle to gain access to our bodies.”
The recent bout of discourse speaks to the necessity of finding common language for this experience. There has even been some discussion about whether or not trans men are subjects to chasers at all, because so often trans men are often mistakenly viewed in two camps: not passing, and being seen as a woman, or passing, and being unclockable as trans. The reality is that transmasculine experience occupies many more shades of gray, and anyone in that spectrum of experiences is still subject to unwelcome fetishization from cis people. According to Louis Lindley, a researcher who has written papers on the sexualization of trans and nonbinary people, this is, at its core, an issue of power. [...]
How exactly do chasers who pursue trans men differ from those who pursue trans women, and does the distinction even matter? According to Lindley, there are a few distinct — and often troubling — ways in which trans men and transmasculine people are fetishized. Trans men who are early on in their transition, for example, might be approached by cis men who are attracted to them because they have a “prepubescent” look. Cis women can also be chasers, despite popular representation, often by saying they won’t date men while actively seeking out trans men as the exception to that rule — an approach that can both hinge on and invalidate someone’s identity.
For G. Perry, a trans man based in Philadelphia, his experience with chasers manifested in feeling disposable and sexualized in uncomfortable ways.
“I once had a cis bisexual guy that I used to f**k tell me he likes transmascs because we don’t expect him to marry us,” he tells Them. “Now, he is in a serious relationship with a woman, and it hurts a little to know that I am good enough for a quick f**k but not a marriage.”
Wanted to share this article because I'm glad them is talking about transmasc issues and raising more awareness. Although god I wish transandrophobia / anti-transmasculinity was more mainstream, because even this article I wish tackled this topic better.
I also wish we talked more about how people perceived as women in men's clothing have historically been sexualized, and similarly to trans women in often pornophobic / anti-SW ways. This is not new. FTM crossdressing sex workers were such an "issue" in medieval Venice that a law was passed to require any woman caught with a certain masculine haircut to be excommunicated and publicly shamed, and sex workers were specifically whipped and had their heads shaved. And this is far from the only case of FTM crossdressing being seen as a thing sexually deviant women.
Yeah, it's one thing to call yourself a chaser as a joke because you exclusively date trans men/transmascs (say you're transhet t4t), it's another to compare yourself to a serial killer who raped and killed young men, and encased them in concrete in your basement.
Anyway what if I was colorblind, Christian Friendly Sex Positions Dot Com. How am I, a god fearing heterosexual cisgender tradwife, supposed to know which position I am to assume.
We did things a little bass akwards and she let me do a half breath of oui'd.... I'm making her drive to the Aldi and buy me prosciut so I can wrap it around some hard cheese I have and eat it like an apple. I am also eating strawberries and lovingly hand massaged kale as I wait...
