#( thread. cat 001. )

[babyitsmagic]

"you know, some people might want to see them too much," he returns. "i will never say no to a snack. if i do, please assume i am dying. something has obviously gone terribly wrong."

“i don’t think anyone wants to see these feet,” she jokes, lacing up her second boot. she can’t help but notice the wear and tear. she might need a new pair soon. “are you hungry? what if the walk had a stop for a snack?”

[byicarus]

achilles and orion, thread #001. continued from discord !

"oh... was it really that obvious? i wasn't trying to, like . . . lure you in! i mean, yes, i have a little crush, so that probably came out, but i hope i wasn't as bad as you're makin' it seem! i was just bein' myself!" lee said with a chuckle. his cheeks were heating up, the faintest shade of pink spread across the alabaster skin. he hadn't realized his childhood feelings had peeked through to begin with, and maybe he was a little embarrassed . . . but perhaps it was what had lead them in this position in first place! "didn't realize you thought i was hot, orion . . ." lee's voice trailed off, his foot nudging the popstar's. his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and his breathing hitched as their little cat and mouse game unfolded. "before he does anything with it? you . . . you gettin' railed on the regular?" he questioned, arching up a brow. his curiosity was clearly piqued, and he couldn't deny it. lee would always turn to mush when it came to orion, it was pretty much a fact at that point. "what if i did, huh? what would it take to get a taste of the orion everheart?" lee let his tongue wet his lips hungrily. the temperature in the dressing room had grown by at least fifty degrees, and the sexual tension in the room was burgeoning, threatening to come to a head. he couldn't count how many times he'd thought about pressing his lips to orion's sweaty ass and going wild! it would've been a wet dream come true . . . "so how can i turn you into my piss-guzzling slut? or is it specifically reserved for german boys, baby?" he questioned with a brow lifted. lee had never imagined this was how the night would end up. he'd been merely hoping to meet his childhood idol. he hadn't even imagined he'd so much as get to make out with the heartthrob, but this was so much better. thank god, orion was as brazen as he was, or else lee might have never had the nerve to get them to this point. "i know what i saw . . . all you gotta do's say you want a whiff, and i'll give 'em to ya," lee replied with a smirk on his lips. he had more power in the situation than he'd let on. he was just waiting until he had orion right where he wanted him before he'd strike, and he'd never see it coming! that soft grasp around his cock was irresistible, and lee was desperate for more. his cock kept twitching in orion's grip, hips bucking up in need for desperate friction. "your boy, huh? you gonna keep me all to yourself?" the question just slipped off his lips nonchalantly. he would've given anything for this very moment, and now that it was there, lee had no clue what to do about it, except dive in headfirst! soon enough, america's favorite bad boy had a throat full of lee's thick cock. his socked foot slowly developed a rhythm to guide orion along his length. it was no easy feat, but orion was taking it like a pro . . . lee's mind was blown, to say the least. "that's it, baby. take all of daddy's fat cock," lee groaned out, his head thudding against the back of the couch. all thought and reason had left his mind when that wet warmth engulfed his huge cock, and lee wasn't sure it'd ever come back. he whined and whimpered under that pleasure. he was going to bust soon if orion kept his work up. "what a little slut you are," lee remarked with a smug smirk. "it'll be no time before you're slobberin' all over daddy's sweaty toes."

[countlessrealities]

IMPORTANT - BLOG UPDATES 2024 !

I should have made this post at the start of the year, but between the holidays first and working double shifts later (and now), I never got around to doing it till tonight.

I made sure to include everything in this post, so you guys won't have to jump around to check my pages, so please, make sure to read it.

RULES CHANGES

Interactions: Be interested in at least TWO of my muses, or at least be open to try and interact with a couple of the others, outside your chosen one. This way I'll be able to keep interacting with you, even if I were to lose inspiration for one of the characters you have chosen.

Matching effort: I've said this a few times, but this year I've started to apply this rule. I match the energy and the interest I receive. This goes for sending memes and asks (IC and OOC), offering ideas for plots, carrying on the scene in a thread, and so on. I will also try and reach out first more (even if it might take a while because I'm socially super awkward). However, if the effort remains completely one-sided for weeks, I'm here because I want to interact with people, but I'm tired of spending my time and energy on people who don't want to interact with me, even if they say they want to.

MUSES ROASTER CHANGES

Millie and Stan have been removed from my muse list.

Rick Prime has been added as a test muse.

Muses are now listed and grouped in primary, secondary, tertiary and test muses / request only.

Primary muses: Rick, Morty, Summer, Evil Morty, A-991 Rick.

Secondary muses: Evil Rick, S-314 Rick, Bill Cipher, Mabel, Adrien / Cat Noir.

Tertiary muses: Mercenary Rick, Blitzo, Poison Ivy.

Test muses / request only: Félix / Argos, Rick Prime, B-001 Rick (request only).

GENERAL POLICY CHANGES

I won't be answering drafts so strictly in chronological order as I've tried to do so far. I'll follow my inspiration more, which means that primary muses will get slightly faster replies compared to the others.

For my mental sanity, I'll space out the replies from people who tend to answer me quickly. It's nothing personal, I need to do it not to get overwhelmed.

On the other hand, I'll be more open to brief shenanigans, dash commentary and events-related threads.

Also, if we're mains, we can discuss having a "back and forth" thread (which means a thread with short replies that I'll reply to without queueing it every 3-4 days)

I'll be more selective with who I follow (back), and more liberal when it comes to softblocking people. However, if I softblock you, you can come and talk to me about it (as long as you're ready to be civil).

If you have read this post, please leave a like / comment !

[saulweissberg]

saul smiled warmly at his friend. he had expected to see valentine at the luncheon; an open bar, gourmet food, a worthy cause. all the hallmarks that guaranteed their presence. guaranteed them in saul’s presence, at least. that hadn’t bothered him. they weren’t as subtle as they may have thought, accompanying him in order to have him pay for the food or the tickets. saul could stand being used for his wealth, as long as it wasn’t only for that. as long as they actually enjoyed hanging out with him, he was fine to cover the bill. what was the point of having money if he kept it all to himself, anyway?

hence: charity. saul emptied his pockets regularly for many non-profits all over the country, but he particularly favored lgbtq+ organizations and art programs. causes that were close to his heart, as a bisexual man and renowned aesthete. though he chose bright sparks out of necessity, his support of the charity was genuine. it made him a little sad, too, to know he didn’t have something similar growing up. his private school didn’t even have a gay-straight alliance until saul was in his mid-thirties, which from the alumni emails he got periodically, was now called the pride alliance.  

saul returned their smirk, raising his own glass slightly in the air. their greeting made him laugh. “country clubs are the gayest venues in the nation, you just have to have enough money to join them to find out.” saul humorously remarked, though it wasn’t entirely untrue. their main function was exclusion, a refuge for the elite, but they couldn’t very well police what was happening in the bathrooms and locker rooms all the time, could they? the cantwell country club had no qualms about hosting a charity luncheon for an lgbt+ organization in their banquet hall, but the story might not have been the same thirty years ago. twenty, even. they were in suburban illinois, after all, but money did talk. and saul had an abundance of it.

he shot them an unamused glance. “please. i need another marriage like i need a hole in the head.” though he often joked with rachel about her being on the shortlist for his next wife, he had no intentions to find himself a fourth wife—or a first husband, for that matter. the only man he could have considered on his shortlist for a husband was apparently in love with his third ex-wife. back to square one. “unless you want to take me on, but i don’t trust you not to kill me for the inheritance.” he was joking. mostly.

at least valentine was willing to have some fun. some of the country club types—their peers, naturally—were so stuffy. even the gay ones. “i don’t chat people up. i entice them with my wonderful personality, and they just can’t help themselves. they have to have me.” saul countered, feigning offense. “don’t count me out too fast, val, i’m a real good time.” another joke. saul could find a lamp attractive, but he wasn’t into people that weren’t into him. if that wasn’t enough, valentine’s impending divorce didn’t help their case. besides, their cool grace and swan neck was too reminiscent of terry and thalia. maybe saul wasn’t their type, but they might have been saul’s. or one of them. he didn’t often discriminate. 

“a real housewife?” saul parroted, nothing fake about his offense this time. he could only assume that was a dig at his ex-sister-in-law, maureen, star of the real housewives of connecticut. being compared to maureen was always an insult. “i’m starting to rethink our friendship, valentine!” he narrowed his eyes at them playfully. “i am having a fine time, but you’re starting to sour my mood.”

Valentine had attended far too many luncheons like this back in Chicago—birthday parties, anniversaries, mixers, fundraisers—to the point of oversaturation. Their memories of said high-life gatherings tended to blur, especially more so now, without the anchoring presence of their wife. Now bored out of their mind, and with no one they were friendly enough to talk with, they took advantage of the open bar, half-hoping that some interesting face might materialize before the luncheon was out. 

Still, it had been an hour and their prospects were looking dim. Valentine was two drinks in and a champagne flute in hand when, unsurprisingly, they were approached by none other than their host.

Ah, Saul Weissberg. They wouldn’t trust the man with so much as a pair of keys—and admittedly, they could be a bit of a fair-weather friend to him. Still, they suspected he’d enjoyed their company well enough. In most rooms, people wanted to fuck him or kill him. In the remainder, it might be a permutation of both. Valentine had the utmost pleasure of wanting neither. 

“Cheers, Saul. Thanks for turning the country club into one big gay bar,” they said, a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips, clearly just taking the piss, “There are easier ways to be fielding for a fourth wife, or your first husband, for that matter. Could’ve just rented out Aurora or something.” Though, they remember he’d come with a rather comely brunette for a date. 

They stood up from their seat, eyes scanning the room with some curiosity, easily towering over him. “So, have you run out of people to chat up yet? You know I’m not on the market,” their eyes flicked downward, before letting out a dry laugh, “and, much as I love you, Saul, you’re not my type.” They’d clocked another brunette, earlier, who presumably went stag—but one look was all it took to figure out that she probably wasn’t all good news. Bit too tall, dark, and handsome for their taste. Dating, marrying, and almost divorcing one older woman was enough in terms of complication for one lifetime. In that case, Valentine supposed, Saul Weissberg was the most impressive man they knew.

“Are you having a good time? You can turn into a bit of a Real Housewife with these things.”

[atlas-library]

THE THORN ┅ inumaki toge．（001）

FANDOM．jujutsu kaisen. UNIVERSE．high school au, the thorn. CHARACTERS．inumaki toge (amab!toge, stammerer!toge), okkotsu yūta (amab!yūta). PAIRING．inuokko (inumaki toge x okkotsu yūta). PROMPT．toge meets the new student. CONTENT WARNING．toge has speech issues. blood is mentioned, only for a metaphor though. WORDCOUNT．550.

AUTHOR'S NOTE．this is my opening to an old thread (late 2021-early 2022) i had with a former roleplayer/friend. i won't be sharing any of his replies since we're not in contact anymore, and i don't have his permission to do so. hopefully, it won't make the context too hard to understand. feel free to let me know if you'd like the other replies i wrote!

HE WAS BORN SMALL AND PINK, LIKE A PANDA．his mother had cradled him against her chest despite the sweat on her brow and the tears in her eyes; she had kissed his forehead and cried even more as thousands of ‘i love you’s were escaping her lips; she had held her precious child to protect him from the world one last time, her unconditional love bleeding from her heart and soul.

〝toge. your name is toge.〞

she had made him the thorn stuck in her heart, always grasping at her skin. what she had seen as a gift had become a curse: it had finally escaped her cracked lips to find its rightful host.

a small and pink new-born as harmless as his name. he had bled his mother with the ruthlessness of a vampire and the innocence of an infant.

〝don't bother your mother, toge. she needs rest.〞

he had never played with his mother. since her thorn had been taken away from her, she had found herself fragile— she had become nothing but a withering rose.

translucent skin and tired eyes, skinny hands and weak smiles. she needed rest, and no one could rest with a small and pale child around.

〝yes, fa-fa— father.〞

no one could rest with a thorn always grasping at their skin.

PANDAS PREFER TO BE ALONE．

〝—oin us, okkotsu-kun. please, take your seat—〞

BORED CAT-LIKE EYES SLOWLY BLINKED AS AWKWARDNESS WAS OOZING FROM THE NEW STUDENT．excited whispers by curious students could be heard; instead of chatting with his neighbour like everyone else, the thorny boy quietly observed the newcomer— he was fresh meat, too juicy for people not to make him the centre of every conversation.

he was prey in a fish tank full of sharks. the awkwardness seeping from him was like blood, triggering anyone close enough to smell it.

toge would be closer than anyone else.

the administration had informed him before the newcomer's arrival— okkotsu yūta, that was his name. toge was now yūta's guide. o joy.

he'd eat him alive.

PANDAS HAVE THICK SKIN．

HIS LEFT HAND'S FINGERS WERE LAZILY FIDDLING WITH HIS CHEEK PIERCINGS AS HE WAS HOLDING MULTIPLE PAPERS IN HIS RIGHT HAND．instead of taking notes, he had spent the entire class writing down what he needed to say to the newcomer— the thorny boy never felt like talking, especially not to strangers unaware of his condition.

BORED CAT-LIKE EYES SLOWLY BLINKED AS AWKWARDNESS WAS OOZING FROM THE NEW STUDENT．the thorny boy had been the last one to leave the classroom; his curse started to itch for new skin to grasp at as he was standing next to okkotsu yūta.

〝…〞

toge stopped fiddling with his piercings and quickly tapped yūta's arm— it was strong enough to be noticeable, he hoped. without waiting for a reaction, the thorny boy lifted his stack of papers, showing the first one.

〝hi. my name is inumaki toge. i am your guide. 😺〞

only his big cat-like eyes and bangs were visible, the rest being hidden by the paper.

toge blinked twice at yūta, fully aware he probably looked like a cute rice ball; it was part of his charm.

CREDITS．the stars divider belongs to @/saradika. the support banner belongs to @/benkeibear. the stars and dots divider belong to @/cafekitsune.

© atlas-library on tumblr. do not copy, repost or alter my works. do not translate my works without consent.

[rcgued]

an independent, private multimuse blog featuring characters from george rr martin's a song of ice and fire series and fire & blood. a mixture of book-based, show-based & head canon-based. as loved by cat. please note: this blog is super low activity & will be iconless.

//. RULES (MOBILE FRIENDLY BELOW) ///. MUSES BELOW ////. HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH : @stovmborn, @winterreigned, @theyoungwclf, @scndor // @prodigum

PRIMARY : i. daemon targaryen // fire & blood. ii. jon snow // asoiaf.

SECONDARY : iii. jaime lannister // asoiaf. iv. bran stark // asoiaf.

TERTIARY : vi. rhaegar targaryen // asoiaf. vii. tyrion lannister // asoiaf.

TEST : viii. ramsay bolton // asoiaf. ix. arya stark // asoiaf.

RULES :

001. mun’s name is cat and i am 25 years old. this blog will be super low activity and very selective as i don't have much free time and like to write as a hobby! sadly threads will be dropped and replies may take days to weeks, so if that isn’t your style, i don’t think we will be compatible as writing partners.  i'm very much an adult and therefore don't feel comfortable writing with anyone under the age of  21.  if you are under 21, i’m sorry but this is not the place for you and i kindly request you do not follow as i will not follow back.

002. if we are mutuals, i am always open to plot! i generally much prefer long form writing, but i'm also always happy for asks etc as i find they are a great way to get the ball rolling.  shipping is something that, for me, requires a lot of talking and planning but i am always open to it if there is chemistry between both muns and muses.  additionally, and this is REALLY IMPORTANT PLS READ:  i do not write smut. i am not remotely interested in smut. this blog is fundamentally about exploring characters emotions & motivations. smut makes me uncomfortable and i am not willing to do it. i may do a little bit of very tame nsfw stuff (that honestly is probably safe for work) but even that is reserved for people i feel super comfortable with. if smut is what you are looking for, this is not the place to come searching for it.

additionally, i do not write incest. this includes daemeyra, jonerys & jonsa (although my jon is NOT a targ, i still do not write jonerys other than a pre-established, long running plot i have).

please do not force ships; i will hard block.

003.

there will be triggering things on this blog, as is the nature of asoiaf. i will do my best to tag them accordingly but. if things like gore, death & incest are triggering for you i suggest not following as they will be prevalent on this blog.

004.

my characters are largely hc based, as well as both book and show, meaning they will differentiate from the characters in the book/show.  i’m more than happy to interact with show only mutuals, but i ask that you bear this in mind!!

005.

I AM SELECTIVE WITH OC'S. i will only interact if oc's have a well thought out and well written bio that makes sense with my muse. i would also prefer interacting ooc first if you do have an oc.

[lgcsaem]

✰ . . . EVENT TRACKER '24 Q3 !

*banging pots and pans together* new quarter, new quarter! with so many new things being revealed already, i'll be keeping track of requirements here ~ as always, for non-event related threads / connections, please let me know if you would like to plot ( my boy is always open to be brainstormed with )! let's get cracking— happy q3! ✰

COMPLETE ⭑ STAR TOP PET CARE 001 !

CARE: ft. @lgcyushin ( fat cat ).

ADOPTION VIDEO: done.

COMPLETE ⭑ NKND 003 !

NEW SONGS PRACTICE: done.

PERFORMANCES: done.

BONUS THREAD: ft. @lgcbk ( rainbow road ). ft. @lgcxnoeul ( blue summer ). ft. @lgcminki ( zoomies ). ft. any other nknd boys who might be interested!

PARTIALLY COMPLETE ⭑ LGC 5TH ANNIVERSARY AU !

BACKSTORY: done.

POCKET RELM: ft. @lgcakio ( up and up ).

COMPLETE ⭑ SIDE EVENT 021 !

CHUSEOK: ft. @lgchxneul ( getting away ).

LGC FAMCON 2K24: done.

[lunawish]

she'd examine her companion ten times over if she could. she'd parse the idiosyncrasies of shadowheart's words, the glint in her eyes just to see if she would be trustworthy. yet, the years in war taught her much and perhaps, edelgard should be a little more forthcoming. after all, it would be a luxury she could not afford once she found her path back to the emperor's seat.

❝ let's just say, due to something in my past i don't ... i don't enjoy the company of rats, or other vermin. ❞ edelgard knew she was unconvincing in this half-hearted act of nonchalance but it was instinct that drove her to do so. the sounds and scents of rot and decay did nothing to soothe her. ❝ given our luck with stray animals as of late, i do hope a cat might join our ranks someday. ❞

"You'd think, hm? Sometimes I'm ... pretentious in my enjoyment of the darker aesthetics ... only when they're gleaming and beautiful. This, on the other hand .... kind of smells like rot and decay," As if she timed it perfectly, Shadowheart stepped into something that crunched beneath her boot. She looked down to find it was a rotted skeletal ribcage, wrapped in tendrils of spider webbing and dust, caking into the ground. "... and rather like we're unwelcome here."

It was coming. Edelgard had to know it was. Shadowheart was just being a bit nice about it by waiting. And they were alone, after all. "So was that a ... scream because you saw something skitter in the darkness or do you have a genuine distaste for vermin?"

[lgcmanager]

STAR TOP PET CARE ( SUMMER 2024 )

SCHEDULE TYPE: ONE TIME GIG

legacy entertainment's artist filming schedule for KBS' STAR TOP PET CARE is finally here! while the show presents itself as a reality show where various legacy artists will run a pet salon and daycare, its goal is also to promote adoption of rescued and abandoned pets! the daycare itself doesn't only take pets for the day or a couple of days when their owners are travelling, but also shelters various animals.

the group will be divided in two and further divided in pairs. one group will be in charge of grooming various animals, while another group will be in charge of playing with them. those in the "play" teams are further tasked with doing their best to show the public the good points of each animals to help with adoptions

GROOM TEAMS

KANG YOOJOON and KWON SENA: give their first baths and claw cuts to a group of 6 korean jindo puppies now ready for adoption

MOON JINO and YANG AERI: give a bath and haircut to a 3 years old husky who ran away from his owner at the park and got sprayed by a stink badger

PARK TAEHA and SEO MINSEO: flea bath 3 newly rescued 4 weeks old kittens that just arrived at the shelter

PLAY TEAMS

KIM CHERRY and PARK SEOJIN: the cats have a new play room (example here), take 6 of them there and play with them

LEE YUSHIN and KURAMOTO MISAKI: an overwheight cat needs help losing weight, take him to his swimming therapy session and assist with the various exercises in the water

SU PARKER and YOO HAEMIN: teach tricks to the dogs at the daycare (around 5 dogs, all inclined to understand commands)

REQUIREMENTS

CARE: write one thread with your partner while the cameras are rolling. for every four (4) replies (two posts per muns, 8 lines minimum) you’ll receive +3 VARIETY, +2 NOTORIETY for up to +9 VARIETY, 6 NOTORIETY !

ADOPTION VIDEO: write a 200+ word solo of your muse filming a video promoting adoption for the shelter's youtube channel for +5 SKILLS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE, +2 NOTORIETY !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:toppetcare on your threads and solos !  to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before SEPTEMBER 21, 2024 11:59 EDT.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙  STAR TOP PET CARE 001 - CARE +3/6/9 variety, +2/4/6 notoriety [ LINK ] - ADOPTION VIDEO: 5 skills points distribution, +2 notoriety [ LINK ]

[lgcxmimi]

❥ - q1 plot call and tracker ❕

hi hi, new year, new tracker. time for q1, so here’s to a new trimester, more threads and more fun. just like with jasper (@lgcxjasper) if you need to know more about me or emi, here is her profile, and some plots. plus, here’s my brief intro! as always if you want to talk or plot, i’m available here, discord(ask for the user), and now, twitter!

emi is still living her best life. definitely still single, may or may not be ignoring some feelings. she stayed at lgc throughout the holidays, made some money, and now she's excited for what the new year will bring. she is in need of more threads and plots-- good, bad, and everything in between.

tracker below the cut.

EVENTS intro video- open event #001 [no due date] character update[due jan 20th] open event #002[no due date] lgcgirls japan mission #005[ due mar 30th] ( @lgcjaekyung [ x ]➖ replied! (@lgctaeha [ x ] ➖ replied! ) trainee mission #016[due march 30th] - friday with @lgcjaekyung? [ x ] ➖ to do! - saturday with @lgcyoomi [ x ] ➖ replied! - sunday with @lgclili [ x ] ➖ to do! - interview [ x ] ➖ to do! side event #020 [due mar 16th]

TO DO-feb open event #002[no due date]

THREADS long time no see w/ @lgcseojin [ x ]➖ replied! a sense of urgency w/ @lgcsujin [ x ] ➖ replied! the stars above w/ @cherrylgc [ x ] ➖ to do! drinking contest w/ @seyoonlgc [ x ] ➖ replied! life is the best teacher w/ @lgcjeonghyun [ x ] ➖ replied! curiosity killed the cat w/ @rowonlgc [ x ] ➖ replied! another time w/ lgcparker [ x ] ➖ replied!

[tacoshield]

#TACOSHIELD.   is an independent, selective & private roleplay blog for JONATHAN "JOHN" WALKER/ U.S. AGENT  from marvel comics. based primarly on mcu's The Falcon and the Winter Soldier & Thunderbolts + personal headcanons. Various verses + crossovers available (soon). Please read rules & about before interacting. Established on May 18th, 2025. written by cat (she/her. brazilian. 25+). NOT SPOILER FREE !!

important links:  guidelines (under read more) / dossier + verses (soon) / memes / headcanons

THIS IS A SIDEBLOG ! follow back comes from @redheadarcher

GUIDELINES BELOW:

001. IMPORTANT .  John is a canon character. and I'll primarily focus on his MCU / The Falcon and the Winter Soldie + Thunderbolts (especially this one) counterpart. DO NOT STEAL / COPY  ANYTHING from headcanons you see here !!

002. REGARDING DUPLICATES.  I'm more than okay with duplicates ! With the multiverse saga going on + the comics, it's super possible for different versions of the character to meet !

003.REGARDING SELECTIVITY.   This blog is highly selective and private, which means I'll write with MUTUALS ONLY. I may open some exceptions from time to time, this is not set in stone and I do like to give everyone a chance, but since I like to keep my dash clean, sometimes I won't follow everyone and I ask you to respect that

004. REGARDING FOLLOWING.  I DO NOT FOLLOW JUST FOR NUMBERS. If we're mutuals, that means I WANT to write with you. I'll try my best to always start something by sending memes, liking strater calls & stuff. But, remember, THIS IS A MUTUAL EFFORT . if I notice that I'm the only one trying or if everything I answer / send to you gets ignored and if you never ever bothered to approach in any way, I WILL UNFOLLOW..

005. REGARDING FOLLOWING #2  .  PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME TO UNFOLLOW HOURS LATER. . This has happened a lot of times before and it is very uncomfortable. Please, read the pages BEFORE you follow. And please, just follow if you really want to write with me.. 

006. REGARDING ACTIVITY & REPLIES.  I AM NOT FAST. Most times I will take a while to answer not only to threads but chats as well. Please, I ask for you to keep in mind that when this happens it's not because I'm not interested in something we have, it's nothing against you. I'M ALWAYS INVESTED IN OUR THREADS even though I'm slow to answer. And never forget that if you took the time to write or send me something I WILL REPLY TO THAT.

007. REGARDING SHIPPING #1.  This is a MULTISHIP blog and I am very open to shipping. But remember—CHEMISTRY & PLOT first are always appreciated and help me to get more engaged. I also won’t, in any circumstances, shipp with minors or aged up characters.

008. REGARDING SHIPPING #2.  Please keep in mind that I DO NOT AND WILL NOT WRITE SMUT OR SEXUAL CONTENT OF ANY KIND HERE. The mun is 25+, and the muse is way over 30+ most of the time but I'm just not interested in writing anything sexual. I'm just not comfortable with that. if it's that what you're looking and is a must for a shipp, then I'm probably not the partner you're looking for. Any sexual asks or content will be deleted..

009. REGARDING ASKS.  Being quite honest, ASK MEMES ARE THE BEST WAY to start things with me! I love them & my ask box is always open to everyone to send memes & random asks (development asks, headcanon asks, anon asks, ask for me or directly to scarlett, everything). I don’t care if the meme is old, you all have my permission to send how many you like! I also highly encourage people to turn asks into threads if you guys want to.. 

010. REGARDING HATE. ANON HATE WON'T EVER BE TOLERATE . keep in mind that if you ever send me an aggressive/hate anon for whatever reason, it will be ignored completely. You can waste your time all you want, but I won’t waste mine. If you don’t like something you see here, YOU CAN DO TWO THINGS : one—don't follow/unfollow/block me and move on. Two—come to my chat or whatever so we can talk as adults and hopefully try to sort things out. If you can’t do any of these things… then I'm sorry, maybe this isn’t the right place for you.. 

011. ABOUT THE MUN.  My name is Beatriz, but you can call me Bea or Cat (my favorite nickname). My pronouns are she/her. I’m 25+ years old and I live in Brazil so English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes in my writing, I truly encourage you to point them out to me so I can correct them and improve!

012. CREDITS ! Pinned post image / icons

[ghcstlies]

The fact that Reggie hasn’t caught on to the fact that Andy’s been progressively worsening the dishes she cooks him delights her, really. To be fair, the first couple of them really were as bad as they’d been — what, is she supposed to be Gordon fucking Ramsey or something? She thinks everyone’s aware of how far her abilities extend at this point, alright — since she does not, in fact, know how to cook things properly. But Reggie’s comments and expressions are far too amusing not to poke at them; so at some point she’d stopped attempting to make anything remotely close to what he’d ordered, and just kind of started throwing things together for the fun of it. See if he’d notice, or if he’d just chalk it up to Andrea’s inability to do, like, anything in the kitchen.

So far, it’s the latter.

Andy tilts her head at the unnamable dish sitting between the two of them, raising an eyebrow at her friend when he mentions preferring bugs over her food. “Maybe we’ll add bugs to the menu,” she smirks. “See you put your money where your mouth is, Falvey.” She reaches a hand toward the dish and pokes at what was once an otherwise okay cut of meat — can’t remember what cut, exactly, doesn’t memorize them, nor does she care to — but would now surely pass regulation standards as a hockey puck for an NHL game.

“What do you mean what was it? It’s what you ordered,” she blinks innocently at him. “The, uh—” Ah, fuck. She hadn’t even cared to read what Reggie had pointed at when he’d ordered, had she? “The — you know,” she gestures aimlessly, trying to think of an item in the menu off the top of her head. “Chicken and waffles,” she decides, then looks back down at the plate, staring at it blankly. The lone hockey puck stares back at her, accompanied by some undercooked mashed potatoes she’d kind of just fucked around with on the stove. “Sans the chicken,” she adds cheerfully. “Or the waffles.” 

How’d they let you serve it? Andy leans back from the table and shrugs her shoulders delicately. “I know my feminine wiles might be lost on you, Reg, but some people know the value of a pretty face.” A pause. “That, and my boss thinks I’m gonna fuck him one of these days,” she grins slyly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Short of a health inspector shutting it down, he’s not gonna do shit. I think he’s convinced himself my food’s experimental.” Dave’s a terrible business owner, clearly. Andy would’ve fired Andy months ago. Then again, it’s not her fault men like him have small, useless sex-fueled brains women like Andy can exploit, is it? 

— REGGIE + ANDY, The Yawning Seagull. / @ghcstlies.

Reggie doesn’t know whether to be disgusted or impressed as a ceramic plate is slid haphazardly in front of him, the contents of said plate being nothing but a vaguely shaped puck of ... well, something. In truth, he doesn’t remember what he ordered originally — kind of just pointed at a random item on the restaurant’s limited menu and said ‘sure, give me this one’ — but he knows that what he’s ordered doesn’t matter, not really. Not as long as Andy’s on shift. That’s where the impressed comes in, because if she’s anything his friend’s certainly consistent, equipped with a wicked talent of burning every dish she can get her grubby hands on. And the disgusted? The disgusted comes in because regardless of how impressive it is, he’s still looking at an unidentifiable brick of food with the expectancy to consume it and he’s pretty sure he can feel the potent smoke lifting into his nostrils from its charring. Regardless of how impressive it is, it’s not any less gross. She has to know that, doesn’t she? Almost as if he’s not sure whether he should look at it for too long, either, his deep eyes pan upwards to Andy and he deadpans, “You know, I’ve eaten like ten different types of bugs that’re way more appetizing than this.” Unfortunately, he remembers. One of Ralphie’s more sadistic dares — and he wants to recoil again just thinking about it. “That’s a whole new low, Andy — preferring bugs over your food, fucking hell. Can I ask what it’s even supposed to be in the first place? And how’d they let you serve it, actually? Shouldn’t have ever seen the light of day, this.”

[minglz]

"Are you saying I smell like a dead cat?" / for Young-Mi or Jun-Hee! It's metaphorical ofc >w>

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ANGRY AND IRRITATED;; *** Feel free to turn into a thread using a new post! ***

ㅤㅤ❛𝓞h no!❜ Young-mi thought to herself. Thinking that she hit a nerve with player 001! They hadn't interacted at all directly throughout the games. Only seeing him being in 456's team, and near the start, serving a little bit of vigilante justice against the guy that called himself Thanos. She didn't want to be his next victim- if you could call it that- for simply saying the wrong thing at the wrong time! The way he carried himself, the way he was observant and donned a stern expression made the pit of her stomach uneasy. ❝N-No no!❞ She quickly stuttered, waving her hands in front of herself. Trying to rewrite her wrongs. ❝I- I was just meaning that um... t-the dorms is starting to get a little...stinky. No showers, laundry, hygiene products... t-the bl-blood. It uh... it adds up. It's not- not you directly!❞ She kept her gaze away from the man, scared that even if she looked at him wrong something would happen.

[byicarus]

jagger and chaiya, thread #001. continued from discord!

"good . . . you better never forget it ever, baby, or i'll be forced to annoy the shit outta you 'til you remember," jagger said with a chuckle. seeing his precious boyfriend merely through the screen had been a difficult readjustment. he missed hearing his faint snores after a big day and his soft hands. hell, he even missed how chaiya would put his dainty, cold feet on him just to warm them! he couldn't wait for the day that he and chaiya were together again. he was counting down the days until they were both free from the grips of their classes. "fine by me . . . figured you'd rather guzzle it down straight from the source," he teased. jagger's lips twisted up in a sneaky smirk, clearly proud of himself — but that went without saying. "but am i wrong though? i mean . . . i got the vibe that it'd reek of cat piss and failed dreams," he went on. "no aliens? aw, darn . . . i'll have to let e.t. know we can't make it to his grand opening," jagger kept teasing. he couldn't stop himself from beaming at his computer screen. even if the wifi wasn't always great and chaiya was sometimes delayed, a facetime call was better to keep his mind at ease. just hearing chaiya's voice made everything okay again. "i'll take you somewhere really fancy and let you pick out a frilly pair . . . shit better be expensive too — only the best for my baby girl," he hummed. their virtual conversation seemed to take a different turn: one that was making his tiny los angeles apartment grow a thousand degrees warmer. cyber sex was new to him, but his need for chaiya was more than enough to wipe away any anxieties he might've had.

as chaiya's soft voice echoed off his walls, jagger licked his lips hungrily. the tiny boy's fantasies would've been enough to make a preacher sin, but he couldn't get enough of them. "you know i would, angel. your little cunt'd be so wrecked by the time i was done with you, you wouldn't walk straight for a week," jagger promised with a toothy grin. there was nothing he loved more than seeing chaiya all weak and needy, and the over two thousand miles between them had just made him even worse. if jagger had ever worried about his tiny little boyfriend losing interest in him, these phone calls proved that chaiya only wanted him more, thanks to the distance. "y'wanna know something, princess? my favorite is when you act like you can't take it anymore, tears streamin' down that pretty face, all slobbery . . . i think that's when you're your prettiest — with a big, fat cock down your throat," jagger admitted, his hand furiously gliding along his length. his sweet, innocent boyfriend had a secret freak dying to break free and get his hands all over jagger. truth be told, most people would've never guessed these two nerds would have such filth lurking under the surface, but it worked for them. "trust and believe, baby . . . you'll be gettin' nut videos on the daily then," he said with a chuckle. he watched in awe as that digit disappeared into that tight pink rim. jagger was practically drooling at the sight, and it only got worse when those socked toes curled in pleasure. when chaiya's body responded to pleasure, all of it responded — and jagger got to admire it all, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. "with how pretty you are? shit . . . five seconds tops. you'd have 'em beggin' me to let them eat your pussy," jagger croaked out. he didn't know why, but the mere thought had his cock twitching. as possessive and jealous as he could be, maybe there was more to it than he'd ever thought originally . . . but that was a facetime call for another day.

"you'd be a mess . . . a pretty, piss-filled mess but a mess still," jagger hummed with a smirk. his tongue swiped across his lips, eyes rolling back as his hand tugged at his cock. "'d stretch that pussy out nice and good. you'll be beggin' for my fist all the time . . . and you know i can't ever say no to ya. we'll end up havin' to get your little cunt a plug to keep you nice and loose," he went on. he was letting everything hang out, pulling out all his deepest, darkest fantasies — no matter how sordid or twisted. seeing chaiya like this unlocked something deep within him, as if jagger had taken some horny truth serum before their call . . . but he didn't care! he just wanted his tiny boyfriend to know there was no one who made him this wild. "weird? no . . . just insanely friggin' hot. 'd be even hotter if you touched yourself to 'em somewhere crazy. like the library or on the subway. could even send me a video," he suggested with a cocked brow. his toes wiggled teasingly, taunting his boyfriend with all his might. they were equally obsessed with each other. neither could ever get enough of each other, and jagger was desperate to get his hands on chaiya once again. he wanted to have him crumbling under his touch, succumbing to the bliss they both knew only he could bring. "i'll do just about anything you ask me to, angel. if you want me to send you double the feet pics every day, consider it done . . . want me to send you some boxers i jizzed on? consider it done. a bunch of used, sweaty socks? fifteen orgrasms the next i see you? whatever you want, princess." jagger went on. "name your price." he couldn't help but give chaiya everything. anything he wanted, he could have have it — no questions asked. jagger was whipped in every sense of the word. he whined as those soft feet were brought to his pretty little face. jagger was mesmerized, just watching his tiny boyfriend lose all control. it was the single hottest thing that jagger could've ever thought up. watching that tiny hand lose control along that pretty length while his face was pressed flush against his own tiny foot. "oh, baby . . . they're the most addictive thing in the world. they smell so fuckin' good 'specially after you've been walkin' for a while. they're so soft and tiny, and they feel so good pressed up against my face," jagger groaned out. "i want you t'see how good they are, baby. they're fuckin' heaven."

being folded in half while he huffed away at his own sweaty feet was a new adventure for jagger winslow, but it just went to show how horned up being away from chaiya could get him. there was truly nothing that he couldn't ask jagger to do. jagger would never want to disappoint his baby; he'd always give him what he wanted and then some. his tongue sloppily lapped at his feet, eyes rolling back into his head as he slowly tugged at his cock with his free hand. his whole body was screaming at him to stop, trembling still from the high, but jagger just kept going. "nah, i'm gonna go crazy on 'em, but you'll get a nice video or call to watch. nothin' but the best for my baby," jagger grinned. his tongue slid between each other, extracting every drop of sweat onto his tastebuds. when he was finished, he pressed his nose to his other foot, breathing in a deep whiff of his own distinct, masculine musk. jagger could get used to it . . . second to only chaiya. he was addicted to his own feet! jagger hadn't even realized it was possible! "feels so good though . . . they were practically made to be fucked by that pretty cock of yours. love it when you paint 'em with cum and we get to clean 'em up together . . . i mean, you know that. i've busted every time," jagger went on. he was so far gone, so high off his own funk that he was showing off his unfairly plump ass. his sweaty, greasy hole was tight and dusted with dark curls. it was practically begging to be eaten by his tiny boyfriend! it was a surprise it'd taken this long for the idea to pop in either of their heads . . . but jagger wasn't complaining! "not fair at all, princess. i think you're gonna fall in love with it. you're gonna wanna play with it all the time . . . and all you'll have to do's bat them pretty eyes, and i'll pull my legs back and letcha go wild! might even go wild on my feet while do it, or 's my princess gonna get jealous?" jagger teased playfully, a smirk on his lips. he let a digit trace a line along his taint down to his hole, practically winking at his boyfriend on the screen. "make your daddy your lil cumdump, baby! just gimme load after load, pump all your cum into me . . . probably end up beggin' you for more," jagger slurred. everything was slightly hazy after the bliss of his first orgasm. everything was heightened, but god, did it feel good. as the silicone slid down his fat cock, his toes curled and the loudest moans poured from his lips. his poor roommates were thankfully gone, but he'd probably get a noise complaint later . . . and yet jagger couldn't have given less of a shit. "not as g-good as the real thing, but fuck . . . feels so good," he croaked out. jagger's lids were growing heavy, but he couldn't peel his eyes away from the screen. he watched each finger slip past that pink ring of muscle, his own hand moving in sync with chaiya's. "get that lil' fist in that hole . . . wanna h-hear it talk back to me," jagger groaned. "s-shit . . . i don't know how much longer 'm gonna last. i'm already 'bout to bust. see what your lil' cunt does to me."

[sinsoakedsaints]

"This is why I can't trust you to have my back." Crash fires back, hindering on exhaustion due to never quite knowing where he stood with his most unpredictable coworker. He never knew where they stood -- if that was anywhere at all.

"You can't deal with your own shit so you project it on to me like I'm going to stand here and take it. It's a joke."

If it was anyone else, someone less talented at making him incensed with little more than syllables and a stare he might have had the good sense to leave it at that.

"You're a joke."

@grapefruitey

open to all ; from Goddamnitall by The Wonder Years ; can go enemies to lovers or any direction

"And you were there lying through your teeth, always going after the cheap heat. Swearing that you're coming to meet me." Cat shook her head as she looked at them in anger. "I should have known I'd be on my own."

[mctcrcity]

˗ˏˋ @mctcrcity is an independent, multiverse & fandom-flexible, writing blog. written by j on tumblr, but now prioritizing discord 1x1 – she/her – 24 – EST

often found: in the eighties, trying to find herself, trying to find connection, trying to make it in the big city, trying, failing, trying again. 21+ strongly preferred, 18+ minimum.

📼 start here!

theme by eathemes. icons from the bear & bottoms by me using stephysources' caramel delites PSD, icons from theatre camp & omni loop by dresspheres. other graphics credited in tags, always <3

blogroll: @l-ivestudioaudience (21+, mainly canon-comprised multimuse)

001 GENERAL. - i don’t even know man, just be cool!

don’t hesitate to let me know if you need something tagged, you have a concern, anything. just reach out – i am a fan of communication! 

i haven’t been active in the tumblr RPC since 2017, so i’m still getting to know new norms, lingo, etc. – if i ever seem confused, it is not shade, promise!!.

002  STYLE & ACTIVITY.  - strong pref is multi-para/semi-lit to literate, but i also enjoy ask memes and other one-off type interactions! i also am always up for either rapid-fire/shorter-form or plotted, literate RPs through 1x1 servers on discord once we’ve plotted or built an established relationship between our muses. don’t ever feel like you need to match my length bar for bar, i get lost in myself a lot lol. i am a working, married, kid-and-cat parent so i may be slow to reply or miss things! 

003 FOLLOWING & PLOTTING. - upon following, i try to send a little interest message to show i’ve looked at your muse’s info or your muse roster (and your guidelines, verses, etc.). i try to have at least one muse in mind that i want to write fal against & a loose plot/intention i’d like to explore, but do tell if you have anyone in mind who you think might click better! i have some wishlist tags in my pinned if you ever want to get a vibe for what i’ve been huntin’ for. i prefer to work out a pre-established or semi-established relationship over a cold first meeting thread without any sense of where our muses’ relationships are heading, but i also like breaking the ice with ask memes!

004  SHIPPING. - i’m very comfortable with and love shipping! please ask first so we can bant/see if our muses have chemistry, but i am always willing to try! USFT is also very much fair game if you (the mun) and your muse are 18+, let's just talk it out first & i would prefer to have it happen on discord/off tumblr!

005   TRIGGERS AND TAGGING. - fallon’s plot/lore doesn’t inherently carry any triggers, but this is an adult muse written by an adult mun who has the potential and interest in some dark, mature plots. if specific plots/pairings i’m writing contain circumstances or content that’s triggering for you, just know that i always tag:

‘FALLON & [INSERT CHARACTER NAME]’ for pairings

specific verse tags

general/common CWs and TWs (stuff like blood, horror, emetophobia, etc.)

USFT/content that could be potentially USFT will be tagged plainly as ‘USFT’ for blocking and filtering purposes

if you want to avoid seeing certain content/curate your experience via blocking/filtering.