#in queue: 13!!

[kusanagihaku]

Hi Lin! I hope you’re always happy and healthy. Congratulations on reaching 500 followers—yay! I really enjoy your fics, doodles, and everything you post on Tumblr. I was so excited when you gave us the chance to request one of your cute stamp doodles! If you don’t mind, I’d love to request Sho and 😺, since he’s one of my favorite characters from Tokyo Debunker. I’d really appreciate it—thank you so much!

hiiii!!! oh my GOD you’re literally so nice aaaaaahhhh I still have one of your earlier messages saved it was so sweet 😭😭 did a little catboy (?catchef?) sho, I hope u like him 🥺🥺

delivery service! 📮 send me a ghoul + emoji for a stamp!

[nevertheless-moving]

thinking fondly of that star wars body swap au where 3/4 of the protagonists are experiencing relatively standard body swap shenanigans: bewildering friends and confounding authority figures, learning about each other and themselves, going outside their comfort zones. Meanwhile Cody’s just kindof writhing in eldritch horror inside of Anakin’s force-stitched-together-meatsuit.

Anakin (as Padme): “Man I can’t believe that Senator actually called me sweetheart, I can’t believe how patronizing these men are.”

Cody (as Anakin): [Scratching at his arm] “Yeah, that’s great. Uh, hey, quick question—why does my shadow keep turning into a death head mask?”

Anakin: “Huh? Oh, hey! Would you like at that! I haven’t looked at my shadow in years! It’s—it’s totally normal! I mean except for how it’s Padme—”

Cody: “This is—your shadow just always—does it ever...I mean when you’re around other people”

Anakin: [sucks in his breath through his teeth] “Did it kill someone else’s shadow? I hate when that happens”

Cody: [scratches arm harder, eyelid twitching] “This...happens often? What—why—”

Anakin: “I try not to think about it, ha! Anyway, have you tried smoothies since—[voice fades into high pitched static noise, distant sound of respirator breathing]

Cody: [scratches arm harder] (muttering under his breath): “don’t think about it. don’t think about it.”

Obi-Wan (as Cody): “There you two are—oh Anakin—I mean Cody, you’re bleeding! What happened?”

Cody: “I...misjudged the strength of the mech arm.”

Anakin: [gives thumbs up]

[cirrus-grey]

A theory:

Category: What caused this incident?

Category 1: Direct interference from the OIAR or one of its affiliates. (Bonzo, Needles, the person who reanimated Arthur Winstead)

Category 2: The location where it happened was marked. (Guy who turned into a tree, the charity shop, the liminal architecture)

Category 3: The victim walked into it on their own. (Violinist, dice guy, finance app guy)

Rank: What was the result of this incident?

Rank A: Net positive. There will be a price to pay. (RedCanary is the only A)

Rank B: Net negative. There is a benefit to reap. (Bonzo, Needles, dice guy, finance app guy, horror movie guy...)

Rank C: Net neutral. This incident balanced itself. (Guy that turned into a tree, violinist, charity shop)

Combined categories have more than one cause. RedCanary (23) went to a marked location, and chose to investigate the symbols they found. Gordon (23) chose to investigate the corpse, but was also affected by the cliffside location.

Combined ranks balance differently depending on whose perspective you take. Harriet (BC) was terrified of her reanimated husband, but Arthur had a balanced experience between being reanimated and losing parts of himself. Daria (BC) had a negative experience with Ink5oul, but balanced their own cost/benefit relationship with the tattoo. RedCanary (AB) had nothing but negatives after going to the Institute... but something else benefited from it.

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Two notes:

1) Both dice guy and finance app guy successfully balanced their experiences as long as they rode the catastrophe curve between loss and profit. It was only when they tried to break the cycle that the final (deadly) negative blow came. This contrasts with the violinist, who reaped the benefits and paid the price willingly into old age.

2) The trailer with Sam's job interview was marked as Category 1, Rank B.

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owns me 19 dollars I'm serious— ヽ(`д´；)/

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR GAMEEE, THE FIRST TIME I'VE PLAYED IT IT GOT A LITTLE BIT CONFUSING BUT IT WAS SO COOL!!! ^^ ( I lowkey had an 14dwu brainrot..)

I wanna ask what inspired you to make the game? ^^ and how did you think of ren/redacted are they inspired by someone? :00

⌞♥⌝ I made a popular yandere x reader fic back in 2014, fell deep in the Voltage inc/Shall We Date rabbit hole and felt inspired to do something similar with a yandere love interest in 2017, wanted to remake said project in 2022 for fun, and now here we are!!

As for Ren, he was inspired and derived from my Vocaloid/UTAU OC! She's a snide and pessimistic android whose personality does a complete 180 whenever she falls in love — aaaand she has pink hair and blue eyes (sound familiar?? lmao). In a similar vein, she was inspired by Sukone Tei and Toma from Amnesia fjhsdgj

[lilianhuas]

Trying to understand the love of my life (never dated him but still): *goes to see stage play of Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights and spot the parallels*

[tiredadventurer]

[frameacloud]

Demisexuality for Dummies, a zine by Caramel64

Content: Rated PG-13.

Medium: A personal zine, full color, created in Electric Zine Maker.

Accessibility note: The text in this is difficult to read because of artistic choices with contrast, colors, and shapes.

About: The author's experience with being demisexual, and how that is a part of asexuality.

To feature this creation by Caramel64, I include it in my itch.io collections on the asexual spectrum, LGBTQIA nonfiction, and LGBTQIA - Rated PG-13. These collections are part of my project, Curated Collections About LGBTQIA. I'm doing this series of Tumblr posts reviewing and featuring other people's creations with links to where you can see them on itch.io to celebrate and draw attention to the cool stuff that folks make.

[niftukkun]

HAPPY 16TH 413 BABEYYY ! !!!

[fast-burn]

day 13: free use for winter warmers, maxiel, explicit, 1k

If it's a race weekend, there is a whole protocol involved. There are schedules to cross-reference and inconspicuous paths to travel around the back of the paddock. They have to do it out of sight, tucked away in someone's driver's room. Even if the media is expressly forbidden from publishing any pictures, the track is still always crawling with fans who all have cinema-quality cameras on their phones.

At the factory, it's easier.

Max can push Daniel down between his knees, under the table at some boring meeting, and everyone just politely averts their eyes. He can have Daniel in the little office space they've set aside for him to take Zoom calls, or in the middle of the cafeteria, or on top of the RB19 if he wants. Or like now, after another hundred laps in the sim when he's groggy and his eyes are practically square from staring at the data all day.

He catches Daniel's wrist before he can walk past for a coffee break and tugs him until he stumbles and sprawls into Max's lap.

"Max," Daniel complains, echoing GP across the room.

"What? I just need a little pick-me-up." He's already stiffening in his pants. He can usually hold off, but the beauty of this arrangement and of being at home base is that he doesn't have to. That's the deal.

GP looks at his watch. "Alright, we'll take twenty minutes then, instead of ten." There are mutters of agreement, and most people wander off for caffeine and a piss. Daniel starts unbuttoning.

"You're a naughty boy," teases Daniel, eyes twinkling as he shoves his jeans down with his underwear, just enough to expose himself. "Insatiable today. What is this, the third go?"

Max doesn't answer that, just leans forward in his seat and kisses Daniel. There's no language in Daniel's contract about it--the one thing that Daniel doesn't have to give Max, but does anyways. When Max reaches around, Daniel's hole is puffy and hot. Daniel sighs and deepens their kiss, tilting his head and licking into Max's mouth. Max presses his middle and ring finger inside Daniel. He thrusts them a little, curls them, then uses the leverage to encourage him up so he's balanced on the frame of the sim rig, right where Max wants him.

Lube and come slick Max's fingers as he draws them out, leftover from the tail-end of lunch. Daniel's mouth is shiny with spit when he finally leans back enough that Max can pull out his dick. And then Daniel sits right down on it.

Max hisses at the sudden tight heat, can't help but thrust up, hips colliding with the tight muscle of Daniel's cheeks, and then he can't stop. The movement of his cock fucking in and out sounds squishy, sloppy, like Daniel is just a fleshlight that Max has been jizzing into all day. Which. Isn't far off the mark.

"Is it gonna hurt your feelings if I can't come this time?" Daniel asks him, rocking in-rhythm to Max's desperate pounding.

"Yes. No, you," Max gasps, "I think. I think you can."

"Nuh-uh," Daniel murmurs and brings Max's hand to his soft dick. "Here, feel."

Max groans, "Daniel please."

Daniel shakes his head. "You can beg all you want, but I'm fucked out."

It's not fair. If their positions were switched, Max could come all day long if Daniel wanted it. He could just leak like a faucet, dribbling and wetting his clothes with it and everywhere he sat down and everything he touched. There would be no end to it.

Max shifts his hips, thrusts up at an angle that he knows will drag the head of his dick against Daniel's prostate.

"Oh, oh," Daniel groans and Max beams. He feels Daniel throb in his hand.

"See? You can come."

"Nah, don't think so." He leans down and licks up Max's neck, sucks on his earlobe and scrapes his teeth across it, sparks of pleasure tinging in his wake. "You're not gonna last that long, I can tell. It's okay, just use me. I'm good for it. You made me all loose."

Max clenches his abs and his fists and tries to hold on, but then Daniel kisses him again, and well. It's only natural that he climaxes, tired and besotted as he is.

"Phew, that was a pretty nice one," Daniel says as he climbs off Max's lap, grunting like an old man as he straightens his knees. Max has enough brain power to reach up and spin Daniel around, bend him over the steering wheel so at least he can see.

Daniel used to wax, which Max thought was insane behavior and told him to stop. Now he can watch his come dribble out and smear it into the whorls of dark hair around Daniel's hole. He sucks his thumb and his fingers, licks Daniel's ass and slides his tongue inside until Daniel is whining and Max can't taste anything but spit. All clean.

"Okay, I'm good," Max says, and is satisfied by the way it takes almost a full minute for Daniel to get himself organized. Daniel is hard now, but you snooze you lose.

Daniel shoves his palm in Max's face, pushing him mostly-gently back into the seat. "You maniac," he says and rubs the heel of his other hand against the bulge in his jeans. "Look what you did to me."

"I told you that you could come. Go ahead." But the rest of the team is starting to trickle back in now.

Daniel shakes his head. "Maybe I'll wait until I get home. Then you won't be able to participate."

He won't, though. Max is sure of it, that Daniel will corner him on the way out the door at the end of the day and he'll ask for Max to watch, or to fuck him again, because he's not allowed to just take, he has to beg for it instead.

Thank god that Daniel likes this just as much as Max does.

[evviejo]

thirteen's face appreciation: 85/?

[spockvarietyhour]

Fringe "Subject 13"

[serickswrites]

Used to It

Warnings: emotional abuse, threat of violence, captivity of sorts

"Whumpee, you are the most useless waste of space I have ever seen!" Whumper shouted as Whumpee walked into the room carrying a tray of tea cups and biscuits.

"I'm sorry, Whumper," Whumpee said bowing low.

"You are late! Really, I'm going to have to beat it into, aren't I?"

"Yes, Whumper, you probably will need to," Whumpee agreed. They raised their head an inch. "Would you still like me to pour the tea?"

Whumper flipped over the tray, sending the cups and saucers flying. The china broke as it struck the wall, the biscuits bouncing off the floor, and the tea creating a large puddle at Whumper's feet. "We don't want it now! Caretaker was just here for a quick visit and you took too long!"

"I'm sorry, Whumper. I'm sorry, Caretaker," Whumpee said as they bowed low once more. "Let me clean this up."

"Whumper," Caretaker said, finally finding the words to speak. They had no idea Whumper was like this. Had no idea Whumper treated their servants so poorly. "Really, it's not that bad. I only had half an hour before I needed to be off, that's not enough time to prepare all of this. Really, don't worry about it."

"No, they need to learn how to be a proper servant. I was told they were the best. That they had learned from the best. And they've given me nothing but trouble. Maybe I should cast them out. That would serve you right to be so useless! Or perhaps a daily beating is what you need."

Whumpee didn't say anything but continued to clean. Caretaker felt so uncomfortable listening to Whumper berate the poor servant and watch Whumpee agree with everything Whumper said. "Whumper," Caretaker tried again. "Why don't you go outside, you can walk me out. I'll just go freshen myself up for the journey."

"That's a splendid idea. I do hope that your visit wasn't ruined by Whumpee's complete incompetence."

Caretaker stood up carefully. "Not at all. I'll meet you outside."

Caretaker didn't move until Whumper left the room. "Let me help you," they said as they knelt down next to Whumpee. "I'm so sorry they treated you that way."

Whumpee didn't look up. "It's ok, I'm used to it. And besides, I've had much worse things happen to me. This is nothing."

Caretaker didn't want to think about what traumas Whumpee had experienced if they thought this was nothing. "Well, at the very least, let me help you."

"It's ok, Caretaker. Really, I can take care of this. You said you have a long journey ahead of you. Go freshen up."

"Thank you," Caretaker said after a pause. "Whumper called you Whumpee, that's your name? Whumpee like the lost royal of our rival kingdom? I only ask because that's an unusual name around here."

Whumpee finally looked up at that. They watched Caretaker carefully before answering. "Yes, the very same."

"Unusual name around here."

"It's a family name," Whumpee said quickly. "Thank you for your help," Whumpee stood up. "I really must be on my way."

Caretaker watched with growing dread as Whumpee walked away. They had no idea how Whumper got their servants. And they had no idea how or why the lost royal from the rival kingdom came to be a servant in Whumper's home.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@pepeniascat @artisticdemon

[dramas-vs-novels]

You're so mature and seems to be really calm and centered, so I want to ask, how to deal with criticism / hate towards your favorite shows / actors in fandom spaces? I'm all new to BL fandom so it has been hard to navigate. I feel the urge to defend them but at the same time I understand that everyone's preferences are different and some criticisms are valid. Even how they feel about it is valid too and if I come in and be like "actually 🤓", it would be weird. I know ideally, we should let each others be but I still feel sad a bit. Like the other day, I watched the Suntiny trailer and although it's not my type and I probably won't watch it, it still looks interesting and new to the genre. I came to the tag on Tumblr and the first thing I saw is someone said they regretted having eyes? Idk, I would appreciate some advices on how to deal with this on my own (because it's probably a me problem). Thank you 🥺

I had this mutual I ended up kind of stuck with who was just so relentlessly negative.

Like, she'd create side blogs to pick fights (I'm fairly sure with HERSELF to make herself feel important) and be like "Everyone defend me, they said my favorite actor's hair looked bad in this picture!"

And just, like, that was a 45 year old woman. Acting like a 6 year old.

You're not getting any awards for defending anything. No one gives you a sticker, nothing is monetized, nothing seriously matters. Tumblr is beyond the age where actors might have profiles even.

So because of that experience with that person, I took a relentlessly positive approach. I like what I like. If I don't like something, I don't reblog it. If I see a take that is a "Hell no", I don't engage with it. If I get an ask about headcanons I don't agree with, I'll politely disagree if I feel like it, but always let people think of things the way they want to.

If someone spreads hate in a tag, I block them. Tags are fun spaces for people to enjoy stuff, don't fill it with garbage. If I don't like something or have a take I think fans of that thing wouldn't like, I either don't post at all or don't tag the fandom.

Your best friend is the block button, your 2nd best friend is the "Delete" button on asks if they're spreading negativity (like shitting on actors or shows or whatnot).

The key to having the best experience on tumblr imaginable is to be the kind of blog you'd want to follow. Blog for yourself, and do it so that YOU have fun and YOU are enjoying things. If people don't agree with how you're doing you, they can block you just as easily as you can block them.

It isn't worth getting the heartrate up, just have fun with it, and you'll naturally find yourself attracting like-minded people. Nerd calls to nerd. Seriously, just be the blog you'd love to follow, and everything is good!

People respond HARD to just having fun, having interesting chats, enjoying things and yet also respectfully setting aside things or takes you don't agree with. Tumblr genuinely does respond the strongest to just being nice and having fun.

[cirrus-grey]

TMAGP 1: Darla

TMAGP 2: Daria

TMAGP 7: Dianne

TMAGP 13: Darrien

I know this is nothing but it feels like Something

(Even if the something is just Jonny and Alex poking fun at us for all the Michael/Mike/Mikaele jokes)

[whumpneto]

Whumptober 2023 - No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.” Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

Grey Damon as Jack Gibson in Station 19 (S06E14)

[stuck-in-gambit-send-help]

sometimes I miss playing Gambit

then I remember I traded my sanity to gild Dredgen 8 times and I'm not sure I could stop myself from doing it again if I go back there /j