#<- not at my followers/mutuals/friends but at the fandom at large

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they weren't lying that likes to reblogs ratio in fanarts is insane (awful)

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always get so pleasantly surprised when people really like my stuff i post :) love you all. whether you celebrate something or not around this time i wish you all the best <3

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｡⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son

›› chapter 2 ›› nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: formatting next chapter for tumblr! there are currently 4 posted on ao3. i have the 5th in the works! it gets spicy!

!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!

! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

Chapter 2: Intimacy and Exposure

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By mid afternoon, you and Megumi are both exhausted with your full course load. You both major in biology, no emphasis right now. Megumi loves animals, so he will probably pursue something veterinary later. As for you, you’re undecided. You chose biology because it’s very general and broad, and also so you could be with Megumi more. You would never tell him that, though. You just say “idk maybe some science-y crap” and shrug it off.

You weren’t able to get lunch, so you both decide to visit a coffee shop after your last class of the day. A snack and some caffeine would help get you through for a while until you decide what you want to eat that night.

Megumi orders his usual black cold brew and muffin. The barista asks how to spell his name, and giggles? Is she flirting with him?

“That’s a cute name…” She says as she writes it down on his cup. “And for you…?” She barely glances at you.

You’re not sure how you feel in that moment. Was she flirting with Gumi? Am I jealous? Why is my heart racing?

“Oh I’ll just get an iced black tea and a banana bread please.” You try to not show your emotions while speaking. You’re not sure why you feel this way though.

You hope and pray to whoever is out there, any deity listening, that Megumi would not see you blushing and jealous.

You think you’re in the clear, he didn’t notice. He drives you home and you scroll your phone, acting like everything is normal. In reality, you’re shaking.

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Sitting around the table, you both have your laptops and books out in front of you. It’s been a couple hours of studying, and you’re ready to take a break.

“Gumi, can we take a break and watch something? If I read the word bacteria one more time I’m going to go insane.” You tell him more than ask, already getting up out of your seat. You’re yawning, walking straight towards your bedroom, not even bothering to wait up for him. You already know he will follow.

Your room is hyperfeminine, plushies everywhere, cute shit everywhere. But you also have a mix of other stuff, like your consoles and gaming setup (that Megumi helped you get), a bass guitar that you’ve barely touched, piles of books you haven’t sorted yet.

You turn the tv on, hopping onto your bed. Megumi follows and lies next to you. You’re already aware of his presence and he isn’t even touching you.

“What do you wanna watch, Gumi?” You ask as you scroll through different apps.

“Whatever you want, you have better taste in movies and shows.” He doesn’t really care, he just savors the opportunity to be close to you. He lies behind you, almost touching but not quite. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of your hair. He feels weird thinking that your hair smells nice.

You choose some random comedy show, not caring to pay any attention. You just wanted a chance to rest and turn your brain off for a while.

Megumi moves a little close, resting his hand on the side of your abdomen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been close to Megumi, you both used to cuddle under the same blanket on cold nights or huddle under one when playing games as kids. But for some reason, now it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware? It has to be that, right?

Your heart beats faster, your skin feeling warm to the touch with every movement he makes. Does he notice? Is he aware of these things too? Am I overthinking things?

An hour passes by, but it feels like an eternity. You’re so hyperaware that every second feels like 20 minutes have passed. He hasn’t done more than gently caress the side of your body. He doesn’t seem to be making any advances. So why is this so painful to endure? Why does a simple touch make your body feel hot, with something pooling in between your legs?

Megumi is aware. You think he isn’t, but he can tell. Your breathing is irregular, your pulse is uneven, your skin is hot. He notices, and it drives him insane. But he’s respectful, he wouldn’t try anything. You are basically siblings with how long you’ve known eachother and lived together.

It’s getting hard to breathe. Even the lightest touch sends jolts through your body. You turn around to meet his gaze, with a look he’s never seen before. Your face is red, you’re struggling to breathe, while looking into his eyes like you know his secret. He’s flushing too, starting to sweat, feeling heat spread through his body. Your eyes are intoxicating to Megumi.

He looks at your eyes, then your panting lips, and back to your eyes again. He’s thinking of everything he wants to do to you, he doesn’t care if it’s wrong.

He touches your cheek, caressing you gently. Your breath hitches as he’s so close to you. He runs his fingers down your neck, before he pushes you to your back. It’s not forceful by any means, but mostly surprising.

He’s on top of you, pinning your arms to your pink bedsheets as he leans down towards you.

“Y/N…” he breathlessly speaks, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You definitely do not want it to stop. You’re staring up at him with your doe eyes, unable to control your breathing. He leans in closer, his face not even an inch away from yours.

His lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, you didn’t think he would be so intense, and this good at kissing. He’s biting your lip, trying to elicit little yelps and mewls from you. He’s kissing you so roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Megumi is still on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

You can feel his heartbeat, his hot skin, his bulge against your body. You don’t know why, but you lift your hips and legs up a bit to angle yourself better against his body. Feeling him so close, pressing into you was making you feel almost drunk.

He releases one of his hands from pinning yours so he can caress your cheek a bit more. His hand travels down your neck again, moving towards your chest, before eventually resting at the bottom hem of your shirt.

He’s giving you sloppy kisses, before he momentarily stops to ask you a question. “Y/N, can I?” he asks while gentle tugging on your shirt.

You giggle. He’s too damn cute. You nod your head yes and he releases your other hand.

You pull your shirt above your head, leaving your bralette on.

He looks down at your flushed frame, no longer hidden behind some random band t-shirt. The moment you take your shirt off, he’s harder than ever before. You feel him poking into you a bit.

He kisses you with more passion this time, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. He’s grunting and making little moans in between kisses.

He lifts his head a bit to look at you and moves his hand over your bralette. He admires the intricate lace detail, thinking it suits you perfectly. He licks his lips. You know he wants to desperately feel what’s under, but you decide to tease him a bit.

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your bodies to be even closer. He grunts a bit, looking at you. You smirk and pull his head back down to make out with you.

You’re grinding against him with fervor, unrelenting and unforgiving. The feeling of him rubbing against you is oh so good, and extremely hot.

He moves his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. “May I, Y/N?” You think it’s sweet that he asked. You decide to reward him a bit.

You roll him over and push him against the mattress. You quickly get up and pull your shorts off, leaving your panties on. You take your bralette off. He’s watching you like a starved dog, savoring every second of this.

You pull his sweatpants off, leaving only his boxers on. He’s looking at you, with wide eyes, excited and surprised.

You straddle his waist, sitting on top of him. You grind against him, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his lips. You lean towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, before leaving a trail down his neck. You suck on his skin, giving him small and faint lovebites. He looks so cute.

You have a suddenly devious idea. “Megumi, can I try something?”

He instantly nods yes; he wants you to do anything and everything with him.

“Lay down then, please. I want to try something I saw online once….” You say as you move towards his head. You’re hovering above him now. He’s directly at eyelevel with your clothed pussy, and he feels his boxers get tighter the closer you get.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, please <3.” You hum as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto his face.

He can feel your drenched cunt against his mouth and instinctually starts getting at it. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. Megumi couldn’t really breathe, but he didn’t care. He could die right now and have no regrets. He would die a happy man.

You moan as he’s sucking and flicking between your folds. The noises you make drive him even more insane, he thinks he could cum right then with how much of a turn on it is.

You lift yourself up, giving him a moment to catch his breath as you look down at him. He’s staring up at you with the eyes of an animal.

You sit back down, and he continues once more. Sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of your essence, and basically fucking the air. He’s straining against his boxers now, desperate for any touch or release.

You have another idea. You lift yourself back up and turn around, your cunt still in front of his face. You lean down towards his straining cock. You push your cunt back down on his face, and like a good boy, he continues again.

“Fuck Megumi…” You whimper out as you push against his tongue. You move your hand over his boxers, palming his cock. You notice he’s quite big and you’re a little scared.

You release his cock from his underwear and it springs up. Megumi grunts under your touch. You stroke his cock a bit, slowly. That’s not your objective however.

You lift up once more as you move to spit on top of his cock. Megumi moans again, feeling the sensation of your spit covering the head of his cock.

You sloppily kiss the tip, earning a moan and a few curses from Megumi. “Fuck… Y/N.”

You move forward to suck the tip, before letting it come out with an audible pop sound. “You have hands too, Megumi…”

Your pussy is still in front of him, and he gently moves his hand to brush over your clit, circling it. You moan as you take him back into your mouth again. You’re desperately hoping this feels good, it’s your first time doing any of it.

Megumi pushes his index finger in, noticing how wet and tight your cunt already is. He’s salivating at the thought of when he can fuck your tight hole, but he’s content with just learning your body for now. Everytime he pumps his finger in and out, he hears your sweet, angelic voice.

The way you respond to his touch is music to your ears. Your mewls and whimpers drive him crazy enough already.

You take his cock back in your mouth, trying to push more in as he fucks you with his finger. He adds another of his slender fingers inside, feeling how he’s stretching you already. You moan around his cock, and this turns Megumi on more.

He moves to push you against the bed again, pushing your body down gently. He never breaks contact with your cunt, as he starts to fingerfuck you even harder. He’s watching you squirm and moan under his touch, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Megumi… Aah!!” His touch is relentless. He wants to hear every sound you can possibly make. He finger fucks you harder, feelings your walls clamp around his fingers. He uses his other hand to rub circles around your clit. You’re nearing your climax, and he’s eager to see all of it.

You’re drunk in the pleasure that is Megumi’s skilled fingers. He brings you to the edge, watching as pleasure washes over your entire body. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wanting to savor your juices all while never breaking eye contact with you.

Your chest is heaving, but you want to make this man feel good too. You roll over and crawl across the bed towards him. He sits atop the bed once more, spreading his legs open and smirking.

The way you’re crawling towards him is incredibly hot. He knows what you’re about to do.

You make your way to his cock, spitting on it once more and stroking it a bit. You know you can’t fit all of this beast, but you want to try your hardest.

You look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth. You make it about halfway before you feel at your limit.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl,” he praises you as you drool over his cock. He gently grabs your hair, not tugging but mostly just applying pressure.

Your pussy drips again at the praise as you continue to go up and down. You’re finding a rhythm to breathe and still go at a decent pace. Using your hands also helps, and whenever you fondle his balls, Megumi’s eyes roll back into his head a bit.

“Y/N.. I’m close..” He says as he bucks his hips against your mouth. “Please.. don’t stop..”

You suck harder and moan against his cock. You don’t particularly like the idea of cum in your mouth, but for Megumi, you would do it.

He covers the back of your throat with his cum, and groans as you empty his balls like an expert. “Y/N… fuck…”

You pull back up, trying to not show how displeased you are with the taste of cum.

“That was… fuck…” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Fucking… amazing…”

You’re laying down together again, not even caring to get dressed again. The studying can wait for later, for now you want to relish this moment.

You’re not sure what this means between you two, but you’re still happy that it happened. You yawn as he snuggles around you as the big spoon, surrounding by the same fuzzy blanket and cute plushies.

He thinks it’s so cute how tired you get after that. He lays there as you fall asleep before him, memorizing and tracing every detail of your body.

Toji comes home not long after Megumi finally passes out. He doesn’t see food on the table, and goes to check your room. He sees you and Megumi, asleep under your fuzzy pink comforter.

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WRITEBLR INTRO xx

hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)

i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 

ABOUT ME

late 20s

black & queer & disabled 

lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)

finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 

ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 

literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 

GOALS

connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3

WIPS 

Dagmar

there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 

[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]

Dave & The Family Davenport

20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 

[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]

Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)

SHORT FICTION 

blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]

fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]

hothouse [horror, 500 wds]

a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]

good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]

[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]

hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!

[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]

[sleepanonymous]

In light of recent events (that I fully missed and only caught the resolution of), I figured maybe I should drag this post out of my drafts instead of sitting on it like a coward.

TLDR: It’s important to respect the band, but it’s equally as important to respect your fellow fan’s wishes to not know Sleep Token’s identities.

(These two asks are from the previous drama, not what happened yesterday.)

I’ve had those 2 anon asks sitting in my inbox from that drama last month with a Tumblr user revealing Sleep Token’s names in a rant post because the guys did not unmask during/after the Wembley ritual. I hate to bring this back up but I feel guilty because I pretty much tossed a barrel of toxic waste onto that existing dumpster fire and walked away as everything exploded. I’d gotten back to everyone who DMd me and sent non-anon asks, but couldn’t answer these two. I didn’t want to publicly put that tumblr blog on blast because I did not want it to look like I was trying to instigate a witch hunt.

I had planned on ignoring these two asks since I had no way to DM the anon users, but figured I may as well use this as an opportunity to talk about something else: Sleep Token’s identities and respecting the band member’s wishes to stay anonymous.

Nowadays it’s nearly impossible to simply look up “Sleep Token” and not have the guy’s names and/or faces spoiled. It’s not your fault if this has happened to you, and you aren’t a bad person or disrespecting the band. Even if you looked up the information on purpose, that doesn’t make you disrespectful. It’s human nature to be curious, especially in regards to things that you love.

It’s okay if you know the names and faces of the member’s of Sleep Token. It is not okay to pass this information along in Sleep Token fan spaces, even if you disagree with the anonymity aspect or believe it’s just a gimmick. It is okay to be curious about the members and search for information about them online (such as old projects, public accounts, etc). It is not okay to harass them or their friends/family online (and yes, commenting “Worship” is harassment outside of Sleep Token’s official accounts). It is okay if you don’t find Sleep Token attractive after seeing their faces. It is not okay to hate on them or bodyshame them, especially in Sleep Token fan spaces. It is okay if you recognize the guys out in public, such as outside a venue. It is not okay to draw attention to them, take unsolicited photos of them, or approach them with anything other than respect.

The point I’m trying to make is that you can only be responsible for yourself. I am in a space where I regularly use Sleep Token’s first names, and relentlessly censor myself outside of that space to make sure I don’t accidentally namedrop. If I, an adult with ADHD and a 50 second attention span, can do this, so can you. Know that if you are refraining from openly sharing/spreading information about the band’s identities, you are not only respecting the Sleep Token’s wishes to remain anonymous, but you are also respecting countless other fans that are trying to avoid that same information for their own reasons.

It’s also important to remember there are people on the other side of the screen before sending hate. It’s easy to forget that a living, thinking, feeling, human reading what you’re saying. The best way to deal with people online who give you strong negative emotions is to block them and forget they exist.

If you’ve read this far then I just want to say that you’re amazing and I love you (especially if you’re my mutual or follower). You’re all truly the best community in this fandom. I hope you’re having/had a fantastic day. Forehead kisses and Large Mug Morning Espressos™ for all of you.

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | This one is different and no doubt would be long but there are important things to address

This midweek we're talking about as Joseph would say, the snakes in our garden(s), or one snake, depending on how willing you're to believe those two people have just met and are so similar, that everything they do is just a big coincidence and not actual blantant stealing of ideas.

I was first faced with the accounts on Novemeber 13th, two follows at once early in the morning, I didn't think much of it, happy I was getting FC5 mutuals in my notifications instead of bots. I followed them back and got on with my day until late that night I began to notice the first patterns of both accounts potentially being run by the same person when their posts began popping up on my dash. There were mistakes, ways of behaving when posting that stood out to me and would no doubt stand out to you as well as you examine all the things I've managed to gather (I won't exactly be pointing out some tells because as far as I can tell they're not aware of them and I refuse to teach them how to scam people better next time). Months back and ever since really I've been dealing with someone I will not be naming in this post, who was consistently targeting my ideas - from stealing paragraphs and inserting them in their fic to moving onto copying smaller things once I caught their sampling, which then escalated to them literally renaming their already established OC into Sabrina once they believed I wasn't paying attention to them anymore.

The same methods I noticed within those accounts, starting with @ladyofedensgate-xo posting a new FC5 OC reveal that evening with Alycia Debnam-Carey, a character by the name of Harper Montgomery (remember that name). After the whole rename thing and suddenly days later being followed by two new similar to each other accounts, one that was out of nowhere picking the exact face claim I have for the leading heroine of my WIP gave me a pause, made me look deeper into the profiles. Both had no prior activity before November, followed the same list of people, a huge chunk of my mutuals and people I would mention in my tag list for games and writing posts. There were multiple things popping out as behaviour, posting and formatting that inevitably led to me blocking both, suspecting the person that had previously stolen from me was making a return under new identity.

Then me and some mutuals got to talking, turns out, this isn't the first time those 'two' people had infiltrated a fandom and began introducing OCs that would resemble other people's or went as far as to copy things from others. Last time they went by @little-wolf-seed and @ladyofedens-blog, claiming they were two sisters and they were being stolen from, only for both to delete their accounts shortly before the new ones debuted. History does repeat, one of the accounts (same @ladyofedensgate-xo) was deactivated by the next day, November 14, only for a new one to emerge immediately, a carbon copy of its predecessor: @angelofdarkness-things. I got a follow from them again, immediately sending them to blocked, while still keeping an eye out for what was happening.

My attention was grabbed by a Pinterest link AngelOfDarkness had in her pinned post, leading to boards upon boards of OCs (I'm taking large numbers) ready to be deployed, potential back-ups if they get caugh and have to start a new. All boards were created at the same time, with two Pinterest profiles only following each other: breannamarie1220 and alexisdawn10206 (Again they'd go as far as to make posts about just now becoming friends and AOD offering to write for Red Queen and how we should all take that offer, cementing the claim they're different people. Now, I ask: have you ever seen two different people, strangers have pretty much the exact same accounts when it comes to appearance?)

I begin looking at each board, frowning at awful casting choices and race swaps of canon characters, only to be faced with multiple names of my own characters being split and shuffled around and multiple of my faceclaims (those they could figure out) appearing as their to-be-debuted OCs. A list, that would be followed by screenshots (and just in case, either of the them decides to suddenly start changing faceclaims after this post or deleting: everything has been documented, so don't expect a swift exit like last time, or people easily forgetting you).

Sabrina Donovan | by faceclaim: originally they had Alycia casted as a Maya McCoy (last name sounds familiar? Maybe because they literally separated another mutual's Deputy's name in two to give to their characters), only for it to be moved to a Valerie Montgomery (Montgomery again. HM) in the early morning hours today.

Mercedes Sibley | by faceclaim (or what they deemed close enough to her actual fc) given to a Jazmine Stone, a lookalike model by the handle emblu was picked to drive confusion, imo.

Oliver McKenzie | BY NAME and FACECLAIM: now here it gets hilariously bad - they actually mashed Oliver with John's last name prior to joining the project (Duncan) -> Oliver Duncan (Oliver McKenzie debuted as a character in my AU of John Seed as John Duncan). Dylan Riley has been given the face of Boyd Holbrook (Ollie's fc).

Leslie Parish | by faceclaim to an Adam Lancaster.

Oakley Moore | on October 26th I announced her full name Oakley Elizabeth Moore and how her nickname is Lizzie -> Lizzie Palmer in a board. At one point they shared an edit of an Oakley lookalike , for once not tagging an OC (which is unusual for them), so I won't be shocked if she gets casted next as the 'newest OC they can't wait to introduce'.

Smaller characters that are reoccuring in my wips: Both of John's closest Chosen: Mathias Bennett (last name for two characters for each Pinterest account, one is misspelled, which they often do to claim it's not the same name) and Brother Wyatt (first name) -> Wyatt Reed; Both of John's named clients, one is Owen Montgomery (both of his names picked like apples, Montgomery again. HM.) -> Harper/Valerie Montgomery and Owen Palmer. The character that drives the AU and John is in charge of defending: Nathaniel Mooney (even listed as character on my AO3) -> into Nathaniel Graham.

I've noticed MULTIPLE MUTUAL'S OCs NAMES also being ripped off on some scale (so my advice would be to check out the boards yourself), @socially-awkward-skeleton had her Chosen OC Caleb Winters pretty much stolen: exact faceclaim -> Kaleb Rhodes (is he a Kardashian? Now, that would be an interesting headcanon.)

Honestly, at this point, a better question would be which OCs they didn't get to... and the weird creepy behavior continued with saving headcanons into boards (Mer's white dog, Oliver's K9, Sabrina's entire aesthetic, her tattoo - exactly two butterflies, which are everywhere you look - in bios, names, board titles). Having Sabrina's nickname her father had for her and would literally call her in every single one of her memories (Monkey) -> Monkey in their bio only to edit out both the butterflies and Monkey just a couple of hours ago (did you realize you're a carbon copy of your alt Pinterest or? "A strawberry shall fix it! Fool 'em.", she told herself.)

Then the situation only got worse and up the creep-o-meter.

I was notified of something concerning by @adelaidedrubman , who earlier had also been followed both on her main and side blog she uses for reblogs: After getting a strange ghost notification on an blog she doesn't even use and has no activity on, let alone that many followers, she can only see 4 of the 7 people following her. Unblocking the previously mentioned shady accounts, she gets this:

Somehow, both had discovered an account out of use and followed it. An account belonging to the person they had previously followed and been blocked by.

I truly personally believe they still watch my blog and what I post (which btw, whatever your name is: if only you put that much effort into writing your own fics and coming up with characters, headcanons and names instead of stalking multiple mutuals in hunt for ideas...).

Once I finally decided to update my pinned post on my blog with new gifs (which take hours to edit sometimes) of Sabrina, they suddenly pinned a snapshot of one of the exact same gifs to their Valerie Montgomery board. Hours later they reblog the other gif they could find and CHANGE THEIR LAYOUT TO MATCH SABRINA'S SIDEBLOG-> Alycia in the icon and butterfly in the header (my header has been up since April 25, I made it specifically for her blog). Both icon and banner are now changed, one could only ask why even select the previous ones to begin with, if not to fuck with a person you've been targetting.

Now we move onto how they describe their OCs as headcanons, who one of them loves to tag with "Do Not Steal" (Who's stealing here, honey boo? None of us that you've set your sights on have given you any type of permission since you make it a big deal to have it). Little examples in the screenshots below, they have snippets for other characters too, so chances are someone would recogize their blorbo being put in a wig and renamed.

As I'm writing this post, Alycia is still a faceclaim to Valerie (tomorrow she might be moved to a third faceclaim with how they've been behaving), they constantly change things around (despite claiming they have this clear idea of their OCs) and act like they're being stolen from by tagging everything with "no stealing", deleting posts that could make them look suspicious (including the ones I've pointed out of the gifs featuring Alycia and matching my own edits of the scene), taking claim of simple headcanons like Jacob owning a cabin and horses being ridden in Montana, while also mass-following mutuals from multiple fandoms like FC5, COD, Mortal Combat, RDR2, the list goes on and on. They're looking for a place to take root, the next person to leech from. If you're tagged in this, they follow you (and they have been picking OCs names from people they've followed before) and your content, ideas, characters identity might be next on their list of OCs they gather as pokemons. Beware and if they do deactivate after this... well, it won't be as easy to disappear this time around.

To the two Swipers that can't stop swiping: Don't mistake the kindness of the fandom(s) and its people for encouragement to be shady and turn people's happy places into hell. True intentions shine through with time, you can sense when someone deeply loves their characters and when they only push them out like they're on a conveyor belt to gain exposure and false validation for someone else's creativity. This is something you both can't fake, no matter how many times you reemerge as a new person.

In Jacksfilms' wise words, "Stop Stealing."

@corvosattano @florbelles @cassietrn @voidika @theelderhazelnut @onehornedbeast @direwombat @jillvalentinesday @henbased @madparadoxum @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @redreart @purplehairsecretlair @laindtt @mrdekarios @nightbloodbix @simplegenius042 @aceghosts @stacispratt @clicheantagonist @wrathfulrook @strafethesesinners @strangefable @unholymilf @josephseedismyfather @shellibisshe @macs-babies

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that makes me so sad that authors see their fics being bashed on tiktok. now, i’m all for banning cancel culture of course, but can we just…just this time…purge everyone who is reviewing fics in a hateful way purely for views ?🙄🤫

yeahhhhh i mean i have ranted and raved about this before but i think what it comes back to at the end of the day is that people who post negative shit about fics just genuinely do not understand the media they're interacting with. they think it's ok to "critique" things they don't like the same way they would a book or movie, but that assumes that fanfic is something created for a consumer-audience which is simply not the case! like, they think they're ordering food at a restaurant and sending it back because they don't like it, but in reality they've walked into somebody's house, sat down at their dinner table, taken a bite and then gone "wow you're a horrible cook why would u serve me this!!" and the fic writer is sitting there to eat their dinner like ummmm i made this for me and my friends u didn't have to come to my house for dinner if u don't like the food??

i also mostly see this happening with fics that have gotten really popular via tiktok virality, like people think that if a work is popular it somehow makes it more okay to shit on it. but the thing is that most fics that get blown up on tiktok aren't being posted there by the writer. like, most writers just post on ao3 and maybe drop a little update on tumblr for their circle of mutuals/followers and that's it. most writers are not trying to go viral. in fact, many of us think that tiktok virality is like...a nightmare scenario lol. and part of that is because once something goes viral people literally stop treating the person who wrote it like a human being. so!! it does indeed suck and i wish there was a way to like...magically silence everyone who posts "ummmm hot take but i actually HATE this fic" because even if it is coming from a place of genuine ignorance about the media ur interacting with, it's still just mean. it's mean! it's really mean, and it's clearly being posted with the intent of getting views/likes/attention on the internet for urself by framing ur meanness as a "hot take." honestly it's insane to me that such a large portion of the fandom lacks the media literacy to understand that it's not okay to just interact with every form of media in the same way.

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Happy 1st day of the year!!!

Mutuals, friends, people of the fandom and lovely Ghidzilla shippers( to anyone is accepted and cherished)

Here your Gremlin, at my 1.200 post to say hello to you and wish for you all the best things to come.

As for me my wish is that this would be the year I would finally start putting myself at work and share with whoever will be, my works (and the mind and heart, mostly heart behind them).

I have to thank the fandom for being the safe harbor during the pandemic. The wonderful people that inspired me and still does and the ones I feel I can call friends (@1giulia4 @the-fallen-starr love you guys)

Now it's time I give something back. While also grow as a writer to be always better.

Under the cut a little one-shot I wrote during the holidays.

Tw: The content gets a little suggestive, but not much. It's more implied that outright explicit.

So procede with caution, listen to your level of tolerance.

And Enjoy!!!

- We need to find a new story to tell people when they ask us how we got together- announced Ichi.

It was late in the morning, the sun was at peaking, its light pouring generously into their apartment's kitchen through the window.

Ghidorah sat right below it, in the breakfast nook adjiacent to the sink area. On the table, was a magazine that had only been skimmed through while the hydra waited for his interlocutor’s answer.

No answer followed, the only noises in the air was the chop-chop of the knife on the cutting board and the oil sizzling in the pan.

 Slicing onions, peppers and celery was no one but Godzilla, their sweetheart of three years, of which one they’re been living together.

The saurus gave no indication of having heard them; he took the cutting board that now ,looked more like the palette of a painter and throw the contents in the boiling pan, the high splashes of oil captured by the warm light that came from the cooker hood.

All under their 3 pairs of eyes they observed, delighting in the sinuous line that Goji’s tail drew in the air.

Ghidorah stretched on the heated surface of the table, until the tension cracked away from his back. Uh, maybe it was time to get back to do stretching in the morning.

Godzilla kept ignoring them and cooking, now stirring the sizzling vegetables with a wooden spoon.

He then opened the fridge and took out a transparent plastic bag, containing large pieces of rosy meat, chicken probably as San pointed out through their telepathic link.

Now he was rummaging through the tool drawer, filling the air with the rattle of the steel cuterly- What happened to the meat tenderizer? - he asked them.

- We’re holding him hostage until you give us your answer- replied San jokingly.

He turned toward them and looked at them deadpan; shooking his head and mumbling something; then he lowered the flame under the vegetables and approached the sink, looking over it.

- I don’t see why we should. It’s a funny story, and it's true.-

He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to create suspense, or give sacredness to the thing- I’m fond of that story, you know. We wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for that. So, do you really want to give it up? - he concluded before returning to the stove.

The brothers looked at each other; it was not easy to associate Godzilla with something romantic, nor he looked the part.

And yet, one how the many things that has surprised them, the more they knew each other, was that Goji actually cares. For the most banal, small, easy-to ignore things. He hold those things to the highest regard and he gets protective over them.

Just like he was doing now.  

Ghidorah put a hand to their heart.

They had read, not long ago, about a research, which estabilished that when in a relationship, the partners' hearts begin to beat at the same frequency, almost tuning in.

 A belonging without compulsion, natural. A bit like the course of their and Goji’s relationship.

It had developed in a way so natural, like dominoes falling into place.

But the kick-off have been... awkward.

They slipped out of the breakfast nook, turn around the sink and placed themselves behind Godzilla. He was pounding the meat with a ladle wrapped in a cloth. He was ignoring them again. This wouldn’t do.

They stretched their arms behind their back, as if they were to start a set of weights before threw them around Godzilla, enveloping him in a strong embrace; operation a little complicated because of the spikes on his back, but they have grown accustomed to them in time.

Which rose is without thorns after all?

Godzilla found himself stuck, his arms pinned down, while the ladle still in his hand. There was no risk he was going to hit them with it, but never say never. Better act fast.

- We love that story, don’t misunderstand us- said Ichi nuzzling his cheek. -But in short-

- We make ourselves look like totally idiots - echoed Ni.

- And it’s not great when you introduce yourself to someone new. Remember the Christmas party at Anguirus? People were refraining themselves from laughing in our faces- concluded San.

- I don’t see the problem- argued Godzilla, trying to loosen the grip of Ghidorah- My vegetables are gonna burn, we can talk about it, like never again? -

In response, Ghidorah loosened his grip, sliding a hand to caress his side. Under their touch they felt Godzilla shrudder gently, the hand holding the ladle trembling slightly.

- The problem is that, as we have already told you, it does not make us look good. And it seems to us that this makes you look bad in return- continued Ichi, their hand now moving down, to play with the elastic waistband of the shorts  Godzilla was wearing.

San and Ni, instead, in perfect synchrony, had started to nuzzle and kiss his exposed gills.

Now Godzilla was panting, resting his weight completely on Ghidorah’s chest;  the vegetables in the pan had turned brown.

Too bad he suffered from a severe case of stubbornness- Don’t be immature- he tried to reprimend them despite his shaking voice, - it’s just a story. If you let that stop you from winning the audience then... shit!!! -

Ichi’s hand had slipped a lot further down and was poking at something very sensitive, while with the other one they busied themselves with caressing and groping alla round his body.

At the nuzzling, they had replaced more lascivious kisses and bites (courtesy of Ni), on the throat and shoulders.

An orchestra of need, between groaning and sighing, Godzilla who moaned heartfely , holding with both hands at Ghidorah’s hips while they purred. The ladle had falled with a loud clank, completely ignored

Their hand, not the one busy ravaging in his underwear, now squeezed his throat, lifting his head, forcing Godzilla to look into Ichi’s eyes, darkened with desire.

- You’re really sexy when you’re stubborn- he whispered seductely- but I’m sure that once you listen to all our motivations, you’ll be much more open to our proposition- in the meantime they continued to touch him, making his body grow hotter and hotter.

Godzilla, for his part, had little intention of listening to anyone; he had far more urgent needs to be meet with at the time.

He could only mutter a faint- Pan- pointing to the stove where the vegetables were now blackened.

With  a very quick movement for someone of their size, they pulled Godzilla up in their arms to carry him bridal-style and turned off the stove with a sharp movement.

And with the with their beloved they went into their bedroom, where they would plead their cause.

THE END.

If you are seeing this, thank you so much for reading this.

If you like, please consider leave a like or a comment. If you even reblog Thank you in advance. It would means a lot!!! To me, to keep the (digital) ink FLOWING!!!

If you don't, that's ok. I wrote this most catered around what I like.

But inappropiately mean or offensive comments will not be tolerated.

Nobody wins for having the best ship.

IT'S JUST A SHIP, NO REASON TO SHRED BLOOD OVER IT

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Meant To Be Mine

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Summary: She always thought that it was going to be only them. It had been since the first time she had come to the London house, after all. Eloise is always somehow wrong. Warnings: Period-typical homophobia, period-typical sexism, and unrequited relationships Word Count: 6,410 Ship(s): Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington (Unrequited), Penelope Featherington/Colin Bridgerton

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A/N: It's my first work in this fandom! I wanted to write and publish this one first as a thank you to my favorite mutual, who really likes queer Eloise headcanons. As always with my angst fics, there's a bit of tenderness and affection towards the end but it's not between penloise, it focuses instead on the siblings. One day I will write something with canon penloise but it's not today. Enjoy the angst! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The moment that the knock on the front door sounded through the large front entryway, Eloise felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. She snapped the book in her hands shut so hard that a bit of dust flew out of the pages. She was going to have to talk to Anthony about the fact that their maids had been skipping out on the library and leaving things to get in a state of disarray. Unlike normal, her reading was the last thing on her mind when she knew that she had an evening full of delightful company ahead of her. 

She quickly pushed herself up from the wall and then hurried down the stairs so that she could be in the receiving room when the doors were opened by a member of their staff. Her mother was there as well, so she felt a warm arm wrap around her waist and bring her away from the stairs. She was used to being manhandled in that way since she was usually in the wrong place at the wrong time and hindered people from doing what they needed to.

“Welcome, Lady Featherington,” Violet smiled warmly as they welcomed the guests into their home. Colin had invited them to dine alongside the Bridgertons on the second night of the married Bridgertons arrival from the country. Eloise was relieved that she wasn’t going to have to listen to Anthony and Daphne drone on about how much they loved being married and pry into her single status yet again. Having guests meant that there was going to be other forms of communication, something that was desperately needed.

“It’s always a pleasure, Lady Bridgerton,” the guest replied with a delicate bow of her head. She was overdressed as she always was when she came to visit them, trying to show off her meager amount of wealth next to the stability that the Bridgertons had. Prudence was looking down her nose at the gathered siblings, but was for once holding her tongue. Penelope, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable.

“Please, accompany us into the parlor for a time. Dinner will be ready shortly, I assure you,” Violet said as she swept her hand towards the room she had mentioned. They all finished entering into the home and then followed after their host, the same polite laughter following them the entire way.

As soon as her mother had moved away from her so that she could guide their guests through their home, Eloise fell to the back of the group. She grinned so hard that her cheeks hurt before she controlled the look like she had been taught to. She may have gotten out of the last season without being shackled to one of the foolish, vain men that her mother had pushed at her but she was expected to participate again. That meant that she was expected to mind her manners when they had company, even if that company was only her closest friend in the entire world and the rest of the Featheringtons. She wasn’t looking to get lectured today, so her smile had to fade a small bit.

“Eloise!” Penelope grinned as she turned to the side so that she could wrap her friend up in a hug. It was such a relief that they were able to have that kind of relationship after everything that had happened. It was the only time that she had ever been grateful for her mother’s inability to stay in her own business. Violet had pried into what had happened between the two of them and then gotten both girls sat down so that they could talk through their problems. Together, they had been able to use Lady Whistledown as a way to improve the standing of women and save people that were going to get hurt instead of utilizing it to break down people for their own gain.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, I feel like it’s been so long since we were last able to be together,” Eloise said. In truth, they had snuck out last night and eaten the last of the cookies that had been prepared for her mother’s most recent ball while in their garden the night before. It was a lot funnier to the both of them to pretend that they hadn’t when they were in front of the rest of their family instead of just ignoring it entirely.

“Oh, I know. We must find some way that we can cope,” Penelope said. She held the back of her lemon-gloved hand to her forehead and pretending to faint to accentuate the ridiculousness of her point.

Eloise scrunched her nose as she giggled. Her stomach fluttered madly in her gut, but she passed it off as nothing but hunger while they made their way over to the bench near the fire. They sat together and looked on at their siblings and mothers interacting. Violet was sitting with such rigidity that she could have been mistaken for a statue while Lady Featherington was gabbing on about something that she really knew nothing about.

A couple of moments passed in hushed discussion before Benedict entered the parlor, bowing his head politely to the ladies. He walked over to his sister with a brow raised, “I should have known that you’d escape your room as soon as possible so that you could spend all your time with Pen.”

“Wouldn’t you, if she was your best friend, brother?” Eloise immediately snapped back. She couldn’t fathom a world in which she was not always plotting a way to go and spend time with her friend. She supposed that during the period of time where they were not speaking she could, but now that they were back together it continued to be off her radar entirely.

“I don’t think that I would ever have a friend like Penelope,” Benedict said without thinking. Eloise could tell that he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth based on the way that the tips of his ears pinked in embarrassment. “Not that you’re not a good person or good company, Miss Penelope. I just don’t think that someone not interested in art and also so very much like my sister here could be someone I would get along with.”

“I understand,” Penelope laughed.

Eloise felt as though her breath had been stolen from her. Penelope’s laugh was something giddy and exciting, like the first burst of warm air after bundling up in the cold mud room to break out onto the snow-covered lawn back at Aubry Hall. It was like taking a bite out of a peach without removing the skin, better the deeper that one sunk their teeth into it. It was a noise that should always be filling the room that the person that carried it was occupying, that should follow her and her companions around like a particularly loyal bird.

Eloise felt her face flush as she clocked what she had been thinking, without even realizing it. She had been catching herself doing that more and more often, which was embarrassing only because she had always been in control of her thoughts and what they were doing. She shook her head a little bit so that she could rid herself of the embarrassment that was creeping up her neck. Not being in control of herself and her wicked mind was somehow worse than what she had said to the Queen after she debuted into society, during her first real ball.

“Now, what are the two of you getting up to given that our mothers are otherwise occupied?” Benedict then asked. She noticed then that he was giving her a rather peculiar look, as if he was asking her a question she didn’t know the words to. Briefly, Eloise wondered if she had managed to miss something during the brief moment that she had fallen back into her own mind. 

The conversation continued easily, however, with her thoughts back under her control and her mouth responding apart from them. “We’re just talking, as women tend to do during tea. Why would you even ask that?”

“You are nothing like a common woman, Eloise,” Benedict laughed. “You are just as likely to get into trouble as you are to discuss poetry.”

“I have discussed poetry!” she gasped, feigning offense. She knew that Benedict was close enough to her that he would be able to tell that it was a farce before he actually began to worry that he had offended her. She was glad that she was that close to her siblings, so she didn’t have to blush and squirm as awkwardly as Edwina had when she arrived to visit them with her new husband earlier that week.

Eloise was beginning to tire of new people in her home. She was going to have to deal with it for a while longer, though, because they hadn’t even had the grand dinner that they were hosting with the Featheringtons. She hoped that once Kate and Anthony went back to Aubrey Hall, and Daphne and Simon took their brood back to their home, things would calm down. She had only just gotten back to London and she very badly wanted to spend some time alone with her best friend, more than she already had.

“To answer your question, brother, we haven’t had the chance to get up to anything yet,” she finally answered.

“Though I’m sure that we’ll be able to find something by the end of the night,” Penelope added as she knocked their shoulders together cordially.

Just that brief flash of skin-on-skin was enough to set a fire ablaze underneath Eloise’s skin. For the longest time, and still sometimes when her mind got hard and her thoughts ran from her, she was sure that feeling was due to the feeling of the lace. She had always hated the way that lace felt up against her bare skin which was why she demanded that her mother get her the simpler dresses made of silk instead. When her mind was kind to her, she knew that any bare touch of her best friend was going to do that to her. She had never felt that way about any of the other girls, her sisters or otherwise, brushing up against her in similar gowns.

Unlike last time, she was able to get her mind back to where it belonged and answer before the seconds had stretched too long. “Now you can be on your way. Tell mother what you did with your snooping,” Eloise said. She batted him off with a couple flicks of her wrist and the back of her hand, as she had seen several other women do with their husbands. Benedict was amused by the action, thankfully, and rolled his eyes as he made his way over to their mother.

Eloise had half a mind to feel sorry for him because he was now trapped in conversation with Lady Featherington, which was one of the worst things that a person could be condemned to. She couldn’t bring herself to actually care that much, though, not when his dismissal from the conversation meant that she actually had Penelope to herself again. “Sorry about him, he’s been very peculiar since he started attending his parties again,” she eyed her brother warily.

“Oh, do tell,” Penelope giggled. Despite the fact that they had turned the Lady Whistledown persona and papers into something that could better the political surroundings, Penelope had never really lost her love for all things gossip. She collected secrets like they were the rarest of flowers and then kept them pressed in a leather bound tomb that was currently clutched in her lap.

Eloise scoffed and performed a very dramatic flip of her hair, “Not a chance, Featherington.”

Upon hearing her best friend’s refusal of her request, Penelope gave a pout that almost made Eloise snap entirely. She bit the insides of her cheek so that she could keep her brother’s secret instead of letting it spill from her silly mouth. What she and Benedict shared when they were smoking on the outside swings in the dark was something that was meant to be shared between only them. The last thing she wanted was for him to face more speculation because of something he enjoyed so dearly.

“Come on, Eloise! Just this once!” she nearly begged. It was hard to resist her when her shimmering eyes were boring directly into the other girl’s soul, but she knew that she had to do it for the sake of her family.

“Why don’t we talk about something else?” she changed the subject abruptly. One of the hardest things that she had ever done was ripping her eyes away from her best friend so that she could gaze towards the fire that was roaring happily away on the other side of the parlor.

Penelope let out a rather put-upon huff and then said, “Alright, like what? You know that we can’t discuss our business together when we are in the presence of others.”

“We could always leave the presence of others,” she replied. It made her heart beat faster in her chest, the rhythm moving up into her throat so that she had to choke it down. Despite the fact that she had been alone with Penelope many, many times before, the idea of it still managed to make her entire body feel like she was free-falling.

“Eloise, we only just got here and we got to spend yesterday together. Surely we should spend this time with our families instead,” Penelope argued. They got like this sometimes, in different directions instead of in step as they had been when they were far younger.

She had just opened her mouth to argue about why the day before was not enough time to discuss when they were going to put in the next issue of Whistledown when the doors to the parlor opened and the rest of the family came rushing in. Apparently Anthony and Simon had been together in the office, so they were found by their wives and then dragged to meet with the rest of the family. Gregory and Hyacinth were never far behind the only father figure that they had ever known now that he wasn’t spending as much time with them in the London estate.

The next several minutes were a whirlwind as they all spoke to each other in their greetings. Eloise was happy to see her sister again, but she was significantly less happy when August was placed into her arms. She knew that her sister was overjoyed to be a mother, but Eloise hadn’t really interacted with young children until her nephew was born. She didn’t know what she was meant to do when she had a squirming toddler in her grasp and August didn’t know what he was meant to do when he was being held by someone that obviously did not know him.

After they had all greeted each other, Violet and Lady Featherington ushered their young daughters to sit on the couches closest to the fireplace where they proceeded to ask about each other’s children. Just as it was every other time, it was one of the more awkward things that Eloise had to suffer through in her life as a lady. She didn’t know how so many generations had managed to survive when the older women of the ton hated each other so deeply and refused to just be brash about it.

They were saved when one of the footmen came to get them for dinner. They all gathered their things and then made their way to the dining room as a group. It was something that Eloise was familiar with because she had spent her entire life as part of a hoard, but she knew that Penelope often found it overwhelming. To try and help her friend with the chaos that was her now extended family, she looped her arm around Penelope’s and pressed their sides close together. She could hear the brush of their silks as they touched with each step, feel the warmth of the other girl’s hip against her own, and sense the rush of jubilation that it brought them both to be that close.

When they sat, Anthony took the head of the table and Violet sat at the other end. Kate sat to Anthony’s right and Simon to his left. Daphne sat beside her husband with her son on his lap, though he was already pouting about being constrained to a single space instead of crawling on the floor. Lady Featherington sat on the other side of Kate, much to the dismay of the new Lady Bridgerton. Penelope and Prudence were sat on the other side of their mother, so Eloise made sure to sit next to Penelope even if it meant that she had to be closer to Gregory. The two youngest of their brood always sat on either side of their mother so that she could correct their manners and cherish the last few years that she had with them when they were young. Colin, Francesca, and Benedict were the last to come and took up the remaining seats on the table.

Eloise loaded her plate with as much food as she thought that she could get away with in front of her mother when she was meant to be polite. She also snuck away an extra of the rolls because she knew how much Penelope loved the way that their cook made them, buttery and soft while dusted with a tiny bit of sugar to keep them wonderfully sweet.

The conversation picked up not long after they had begun eating. Eloise had to put up with another recounting of what had happened to Colin when he was traveling through Greece and the rest of the Mediterranean again that year, which she had already heard almost a dozen times. She supposed that she should be happy for her brother given that he had found something that he loved and had the freedom to do it, but she couldn’t help the burning pit of jealousy in her gut. The fact that Colin could do that when she couldn’t was why she had been so adamant that she and Penelope veer away from a gossip magazine into a political movement.

She had always struggled with her emotions and getting them to fit where she knew that they should have gone. She was nothing like her of-age sisters, which she had long since forced herself to make peace with. Daphne was able to filter her emotions down into the perfect little rows that were required of their society so that she could be the perfect everything. Francesca was shy enough that Eloise wasn’t sure she even had to filter her emotions, she spent a good deal of her time composing music and reading with her governess. Eloise, on the other hand, had always been argumentative and strong-willed. She felt jealousy and envy and love for the wrong people.

“Eloise?” Violet asked as she turned her head towards her daughter.

“Hmm?” she asked, realizing that she should have been paying attention to the conversation instead of milling about in her own head. She supposed that she would get in less trouble for it this time, though, since she had not brought a book with her to read in her lap.

“Did you not hear what Lady Featherington asked you?” her mother queried.

“I did not, would you mind repeating it?” Eloise asked. She had to resist the urge to cringe when she realized that she should have had to make up some sort of excuse about why she hadn’t been listening. She hated the fact that her mind was plagued with those thoughts more than she hated her inability to have them before she acted.

“Are you currently receiving any suitors? I would love to see the way that your wedding differs from the ones that your siblings had,” Lady Featherington said.

Eloise could see the way that the contempt was leaching from her as it always did. How a woman that was so cruel and vindictive was still on such familiar terms with other members of society was beyond the girl. She forced a smile onto her face and gave her head a brief shake, “It’s the very beginning of the season, which is why we are having this dinner. I have yet to remake the acquaintance of the men of the ton.”

She didn’t really want to get married, not to someone that was going to force her to be like her sister. She carried the Bridgerton name, unfortunately, and that was going to condemn her to a life of being compared to people that she was not. She had to sift through quite a slogging list to try and find someone that would be willing to appreciate her for herself. She wished that she could just marry Penelope, who was the only person that had ever understood her and accepted her faults and all.

The thought by itself made her cheeks pink and her throat constrict around the mouthful of food that she had swallowed to avoid speaking more. She had to focus on delicately clearing her throat so that she didn’t spasm into a coughing fit. She was more than a little grateful when the conversation tilted towards Anthony and Simon, discussing whatever it was that men of rank discussed.

The rest of dinner went much smoother. Eloise made sure that she was engaging in conversation with more people than just her youngest siblings and her best friend. She talked about the things that a woman of her standing and age was expected to speak about, even if she found them all dreadfully boring. Her mother rewarded her by asking what she was reading about most recently and letting her talk about it for almost ten minutes.

As the evening wore on, the servants came and cleared away their plates. They  were to move to the sitting room again so that they could continue talking with each other with after dinner tea. Eloise had just stood and made to grab Penelope’s arm when Colin stood and used a leftover fork to bang on the rim of his wine glass. The entire room quieted of noise and every pair of eyes was immediately boring onto the man in question.

“I know that some of you may be confused as to why I have invited the Featheringtons here tonight, to a dinner that was meant to be one for family,” Colin said. His voice was clear and steady as he spoke over the table, his eyes darting over each of the present members. “Other than them being some good company, I would also like to rectify the fact that they are not family.”

As he spoke, he moved around the gathered family and table so that he was standing near Eloise. She could see the sheen of sweat that was beading on his brow from the stress he was under. Her stomach began to sink lower and lower as she realized what was happening. Her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to get enough air, her head already spinning with a maddening dizziness.

Colin got down on one knee after he had set the wine glass down on the table. He then reached for Penelope’s hand and said, “Penelope Featherington, you are one of the most wonderful women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Just that alone was enough to make Eloise feel like her dinner was going to come back up. Her hands began to shake as she threaded her own fingers together and then pressed them firmly down into her lap. She wasn’t going to let anyone else see how upset she was, not when she was meant to be the one that was petulantly and stubbornly herself regardless of what other people did. This felt as out of character for her as attending a ball or being presented to the Queen did.

“Yes, yes of course I will!” Penelope cheered. Her beautiful face, freckled from the sunlight that her mother had warned her away from and rosy from the wine they had partaken in that night, burst into a wide smile. She was so beautiful in that moment, as she always was, and it made Eloise feel like her heart was bleeding in her chest.

She watched, as still and frozen as the stone statues in the garden, as Colin stood and then slipped the ring onto Penelope’s finger. It glistened in the lamplight that kept the dining room visible in the impending evening. She was laughing as she held hands with Eloise’s brother, her eyes shining with the king of mirth that until that point, Eloise had assumed was reserved only for her.

Lady Featherington rounded the table and made a big show of hugging her daughter and congratulating her. No one was quite sure who the show was for, it wasn’t a well kept secret that the eldest of the Featherington women hated her youngest daughter. As soon as they had separated, she began to discuss things that they would have for the wedding. Violet gave her second youngest son a warm smile and a squeeze of the hand before she took the other matron out of the room so that the younger nobles could have some room to breathe.

Following after her mother, Daphne took the youngest children from the room so that they could be dropped off with the nanny for their nap. Simon, Benedict, and Anthony immediately went to congratulate their brother and discuss what he was planning to do for his honeymoon. Eloise could barely listen to it even though they were having their conversation right next to her. Penelope turned to Eloise as her sister walked over, obviously wanting to avoid the conversation.

“Isn’t this great, El? You and I are going to be sisters!” she crowed. 

“Yes, isn’t that wonderful?” she asked.

She didn’t quite know why she was acting like this, it didn’t quite make sense. She should have been overjoyed that she and Penelope were going to be able to possibly live together or spend as much time as they wanted with each other. Penelope was going to be married to one of her brothers, they were going to see each other far more often than they currently did. At the same time, though, it felt like Colin was again doing something that Eloise was unable to do.

The group began to move towards the doors that led to the parlor where they would finish up their discussions and say goodbye for the night. It would likely take another hour or two now that they had things to discuss concerning the wedding. Eloise definitely didn’t have the energy for that, so she knew that she had to find a way out.

She and Penelope naturally fell towards the back of the group as they walked, something that they had always done. Once they were out in the hallway, she placed her hand on top of her friend’s and then gestured the opposite way to the sitting room. “I have to get something from my room, I’ll join you in just a moment, alright?”

“I could come with you,” Penelope said as she took a step in the same direction. Her beautiful blue eyes flickered over to where Prudence was gabbing to Daphne, who had returned sans her son and younger siblings. Francesca was valiantly trying to help her sister be free of the uncomfortable conversation but it wasn’t going well.

“No, you should go and celebrate with the rest of the family! I think that Colin would like to be saved from my brothers and your mama,” she said quickly. It made her feel awful to know how quickly she was able to come up with that lie, but she supposed that was one of the only good things that had come from her education as an upper class woman.

Penelope didn’t look too sure about it but fixed that smile back on her face. Eloise was immediately able to notice the fact that it didn’t quite reach her eyes, which were instead plagued with the worry that should have never been there. She made a shooing motion with her hand to try and persuade her friend that she would be back quickly. When Penelope had finally turned around properly, she gathered up her skirts and hurried down the hall as quickly as she could without running.

Most of the servants were still in the kitchen and up in their quarters since the evening was getting very late. Even the nanny was going to be with the younger siblings in the upper rooms, which meant that Eloise was alone once she rounded the corner. She used it to her advantage and broke out into as quick a run as she could manage with the constricting material of her dress wrapped around her legs.

Her lungs had already been gasping for breath, but now that she was exerting herself it only got worse. She could feel the long curls of her brown hair falling free from the updo that her lady’s maid had done before the dinner, bouncing around her reddening cheeks. Her gown was tugging painfully at her back where it had been laced to almost hug the corset underneath.

She could barely think of any of those things, her body was only a vessel that was taking her from where she was to the next place that would hopefully give her a bit of respite. 

Eloise burst through the doors that led from their home out to the back gardens of the estate and then rushed forward. She could feel the long blades of grass brushing against her ankles through the thin material of her socks, wiping the remnants of that afternoon’s shower across the fabric. Her cheeks and lungs burned with the sudden change in temperature when she was surrounded by the cold of the night instead of the warmth of her home.

She didn’t stop until she had reached the swingset that she had spent so many nights on before. She could remember each of them in stark detail, especially the ones where Penelope had joined. As she collapsed down onto the one furthest from the tree, she could feel the other girl’s hands brushing up against her arm and their laughter rippling through the air. She could also feel the aching pain that had been caused to her when she realized what Penelope had done, each time that Whistledown and her gossip had nearly torn apart a member of her family.

She would have waded through all of it again if it meant that she could have avoided the pain that she was dealing with now. It was unlike anything that she had ever felt before, and she was sure that she would never allow herself to feel it again. Her heart throbbed in her chest and her muscles ached like she had the flu.

Eloise tilted her head up so that she could see the glistening silver stars through the rustling leaves of the tree. Her eyes burned slightly before she felt the lump in her throat force itself through her mouth.

The first sob broke through the air like a foot through a thin puddle of ice. It split the silence of the nearby gardens and the bugs nestled in the surrounded shrubs. Her shoulders quivered, her mouth tilted down into a distinctive frown. She could feel the burning in her eyes increase to the point where they watered, and then the tears slipped down her face.

She didn’t bother to try to stifle the sound of her cries or wipe away the water before it collected on her neck. No one was outside, not when Penelope and Colin were newly engaged and could be doted on by their mothers and teased by their siblings. She was glad for it because it finally gave her the freedom that she so desperately needed to simply feel the feelings that were plaguing her.

A scream of frustration and a thousand arguments about why she should be left alone erupted into her throat when she heard the creaking of the swing next to her. Someone had found her and decided that it would be a good idea to join her despite her obvious desire to be alone. When she turned to the side, she was met with a handkerchief in Benedict’s hand. Despite the fact that he was the one to join her on the swings most often, she had still been expecting it to be her mother or Daphne. They had been bothering her about her emotions most often, since she had debuted into society.

“What do you want?” she asked, though she took the offered item. She had never been pretty when she cried. Her cheeks and neck turned mottled read with the effort to bring in air, her eyes immediately turned crimson like she was bleeding, and her nose ran like she had stuck her head in a bowl full of dust.

“I was just coming to check on you,” Benedict replied. 

She glared at him, but she didn’t have the energy to put any real venom into it. She moped her face first and then blew her nose into a corner of the handkerchief. The sobs were still echoing through her body and she could already feel new tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. She was going to be crying for a while longer, she could already feel it. “How did you know that I was out here?”

“Outside of the fact that this is always the place that you go when you’re upset?” he chuckled, tossing her a playful look. When she didn’t reciprocate it as she usually would have, he reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I knew that Colin had something like this planned tonight, and I was watching you to make sure that you’d be okay.”

“Was I the only one that couldn’t see this coming?” she asked, with a big of a scoff. She knew Penelope better than anyone else, including her own family. Eloise, of all people, should have been able to tell what was happening in her best friend’s life when it pertained to her own brother.

“I think that you’ve always had your eyes closed when it comes to Pen,” he said. His voice was soft and compassionate, something that he usually reserved for her or the other younger siblings. Francesca had always been too attached to Daphne and their mother to receive it, so it had all gone to Eloise.

She went quiet for a bit as she tried to muddle through her feelings. She knew what heartbreak felt like, she had experienced it when Theo had told her that it was best for them to continue living in their separate worlds. She knew what grief felt like, she had waded through it when she was a young child after the loss of her father. She didn’t know what it was like when they combined, but if she had tried to write it for one of her stories she would have described exactly what was happening to her now.

“I loved her, brother,” Eloise whispered. It was the kind of admission that might get her sent to a mental hospital or whisked away to the nearest minister so that he could try and exorcise whatever was inside of her. 

She was speaking to Benedict, though. He was the most peculiar and strange of the siblings outside of her, so he was also the most likely to know what it was she was suffering from. He didn’t react like she had half been expecting him to and instead reached for her hand again. “I know, El. I could tell the entire time that you were out in society.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you just keep letting me feel that way? If I had known then I wouldn’t have let myself get so lost and I wouldn’t hurt as badly as I do now,” she sobbed.

“That’s not true. And this isn’t exactly the kind of thing that you get to just pronounce to someone. If I had been wrong, I could have ruined our entire relationship. I’m not Anthony, I think before I do things,” Benedict explained.

Eloise went quiet for a long moment as she thought about what he had said. “How do you know it’s not true?”

“I know what it’s like to distance yourself from someone that you love with your whole entire heart,” he replied. He turned his head away from her so that he was gazing out towards the garden and went very still. It was almost as if he was afraid to breathe, like if he took in more air then it would make time pass and put him at a greater distance to his love. Eloise could relate.

“Did you love her? Was she one of the models from when you were going to school for art?” she asked. She had briefly overheard Benedict and Anthony arguing about someone that her older brother was having a daliance with, but she had tuned out when they had turned the conversation onto Kate. Something about Benedict’s love life had always intrigued her, but Anthony was a bore no matter what he was doing.

“I loved him very dearly,” Benedict replied morosely. His eyes were focused on the hill in front of them as he said it, but she saw the way that he softened.

She reached over and took his hand. Their love was different, as were their lives, but there were so many things that connected them together. She was glad that in the heap of siblings that she was given, there was at least one that was somewhat like her. She needed the person that could relate to the more intimate parts of her life, one that she could expose her heart to. Benedict had always been there for her, always the perfect older brother. She could never have asked for more.

[queenimmadolla]

long post because I’ve gotten a couple of inquiries about it, couple of asks and the main reason I am speaking up on it is because I do see it happen so let’s address it together:

On the topic of inclusivity, please do not ask people to let you know if whatever you’re posting isn’t inclusive if you’re going to be upset and immediately feel attacked when people do so.

I completely understand that tone cannot be interpreted through text—I can barely understand it in person─so if you’re someone who has made that let me know announcement and someone approaches you about your work, possibly whitecoding or excluding POC, don’t go on the offense. Open yourself up to conversation with that anon and POC (not your mutuals—although, they will most likely feel inclined to chime in at your defense because you’re their friend and no one likes to see their friend put in a difficult spot but we need to understand it’s not a difficult spot, it’s just conversation about someone with darker skin or different features wanting to be able to imagine themselves in a reader insert and it doesn’t have to be antagonistic—when it comes to this topic—unless we make it so, and I only say this because when our friends chime in, more often than not an important topic regarding multiple races is dismissed for one person’s comfort and we don’t really learn anything from it other than how to be dismissive—it’s not good) and go from there. Be open! Let them know they can message you off anon to further discuss it if you don’t want to keep doing so through your inbox (but don’t threaten them).

If it’s not a hostile anon, keep the conversation going without providing malice—because the second you take offense to someone following up on what you asked them to do (since you were being a good person and wanted to let people of all colors see themselves in your work), you’re ostracizing and looking very performative.

That being said, POC (anons specifically, I’m looking at you) you have to be level-headed when you message writers about this because I have seen some out of pocket asks. Yes, they want you to let them know but you must be approachable and kind about it.

Jumping to accusations:

straight up telling them they’re white coding on purpose to leave people of color out

instead of letting them know in a respectable manner:

‘hey—I’m following up because I saw your post about wanting to be informed when something you write isn’t inclusive and I wanted to reach out and let you know that _______ mentions a detail that heavily implies the Reader is white. I know you want to be inclusive, so I just wanted to bring that to your attention.’

isn’t the way to go about it.

See, the difference?

In one, you’re openly attacking them. In the other, you’re bringing the details to their attention. I know it’s frustrating and very hurtful (writers, please be aware that it does hurt to exclude POC readers—I know it may not be your intention but it is hurtful) when we see and read the white coding, we think Oh, here we go again especially after everything we’ve recently gone through and talking about this and how a lot of us have left the fandom because there was no real place for us, but we do owe them the benefit of the doubt, especially if the writer has made it known they’re going to improve in their inclusion and wants to be informed of any slip-ups.

Now, if you do so in that respectable manner and they still lash out at you, then maybe we have a problem on our hands.

But again, we have to start with an open conversation.

And writers, if ever you’re conflicted about something relating to this, my messages are always open. I’m not stupid, I grew up reading the same books as you with a large majority of white protagonists and it does affect (effect? whatever) you’re writing. The reason it didn’t have me white-coding my work is because I’m not white and I never got the opportunity to see myself in those protagonists like you got to. I actively knew I could not be she/them and she/they do not look like me. I was reminded over and over and over again on those pages.

We don’t have to be mutuals—I just know this is a very tense subject here considering certain fics and events and all that. I’m not trying to be some token POC writer guru, but I do have this platform and a lot of readers come to me with their concerns because my blog is safe for them to do so, so I’d like to use it to help and offer advice and such if you want it. If you’re open minded and actually want to be inclusive, I’m here to support and back that, I’m not here to attack you.

Yes, readers come to me but a lot goes on behind the scenes that I and they are not aware of and this isn’t a call out post to anyone in particular.

This is an if the boot fits post.

Does it fit you?

[banesberry-anomoly]

My followers list is really fucking funny, cause like right our of the bat a large chunk of them are system friends that I made via being in plural spaces and various old fandoms that were not super active in publicly anymore

And then you got all my SCP mutuals (some of which are systems) because SCP has been a long time Special Interest of ours, who are currently getting BLASTED in the face with Buckshot Roulette content

And then theres the people Im slowly accumulating from Buckshot Roulette who are gonna get BLASTED in the face with Scp content cause Im dual fandoming (Im in more than two fandoms but those two are what I post about/are gonna post about most on my main cause the SCP Homestuck au is its own sideblog)

Thats not even to mention the system mutuals that are in neither fandom getting blasted in the face with both of these lmfao

[milkpup]

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: hi, sorry this took so long to update! i've had a lot going on lately, but i finally felt good enough to finish this chap! i tried to go for soft megumi but then eventually i couldn't help myself. sowwy x_x (im not sorry :3!) don't try so hard to imagine the positions, just go with it PLSSSS T_T LOL. for tumblr: i'm gonna start adding a section for tags. if y'all wanna be tagged in future updates on this fic or any of my stuff lmk!

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! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

Chapter 5: Pink Carnations

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“It’s already almost 5 in the afternoon… and there’s a storm forecasted? Why are they not home yet?” Megumi questioned as he anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. He was worried, not really about the guy who he’s supposed to call ‘father’, but about you. He would never admit it, but he counts the hours, minutes, seconds, moments even when you’re not together. He misses you but feels like he’s not allowed to miss your presence.

Yet… he does. He always does. And that’s why when he sees you come bursting through the front door, clothes soaked but laughing, he’s confused. He knows you hate getting your clothes wet, much less completely soaked through. So why are you in such a good mood? He doesn’t mind, and loves hearing your sweet laugh, but he’s confused, nonetheless. That is, until he sees Toji’s massive frame follow right behind you.

Megumi’s cheeks flare with jealousy, his face flush a crimson red. He stares right at you, loudly asking where you’ve been. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he is mad. “What took you so long in a storm like this? You know it’s dangerous to drive with streets flooded so badly like this.” He finishes, looking straight at Toji, staring daggers into him for even thinking of putting you in a dangerous situation.

“I’m a good driver. You don’t need to worry. And we took a while because we were busy.” Toji smirks slightly at the end of his sentence, moving across the foyer and setting his keys on the table.

You don’t want to feel the uncomfortable sensation of soaked clothes for any longer, so you silently slip out of the room and make your way towards the bathroom.

Toji being Toji, he’s watching every part of you until your silhouette disappears into the dimly lit hallway. He’s watching you like a predator stalks his prey. Megumi’s brows furrow as he feels anger and jealousy boiling beneath his skin. He starts walking up to his father, confronting him, “Why are you looking at her like that, and why are you spending so much time with her in general, you old bastard?” Megumi is practically in Toji’s face, eyes fierce and cheeks flared with anger.

Toji only smirks as he’s leaned against the wall, looking down at Megumi. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking hot, and so obedient. I would be a fool to not want her for myself.” His response almost sends Megumi into a blind rage. Megumi understands Toji most likely takes what he wants from you, sometimes aggressively, and he wants to protect you from that.

“You’re disgusting.” Megumi retorts, words laced with venom. “You make me sick.”

“You can’t deny it though. I’m right. And you know I’m right.” Toji responds before pushing off the wall and away from Megumi towards his own bathroom. Megumi rolls his eyes as Toji walks away, but somewhere deep down inside him- that he’s blind to and wouldn’t even admit to- agrees with Toji. And that’s what pisses him off the most. He feels as if he’s been thrown into a competition to “win” you, one that he is already losing at. Megumi is disgusted with himself at the idea of you being described in terms of a prize, but he also can’t resolve the fact that he wants you. It’s wrong and unfair how someone like Toji could get to you first; Toji doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t value you like I do. And thus, Megumi resolves to make you happy in a way no one else can.

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A few days pass, and nothing really happens between anyone except sneaking glances and private thoughts.

Eventually, Megumi can’t take it anymore. He chooses a night where Toji is out working overnight “hustling’ or whatever the fuck he called it. He ordered your favorite food and went to pick it up, hoping you’d spend some time with him. Even a little bit. On the way home, he picked up a small bouquet of pink carnations- flowers that mean missing someone.

You get back home from your afternoon class shortly before Megumi pulls up in the driveway. You are just barely sitting on the couch before Megumi opens the door and enters, the sight of flowers and bags of food warming your heart. He makes his way towards the table, setting down the food, flowers still in hand, as you hastily get up and hug him.

“It smells amazing, Megs.” You say, holding him tightly. He thinks you’re talking about the food, but you’re most certainly talking about the intoxicating scent of him and his cologne. He smelled like what rainwater personified would smell like, comforting and refreshing.

“It’s gonna get cold, ___. And these are for you.” He finishes as he sheepishly hands you the flowers. You sit at the table, placing the flowers aside as Megumi looks for plates and silverware for you both.

“Thank you, Gumi.” You gently say as you’re taking containers out of bags and unpacking them. “It smells so good!! I can’t believe you remembered what kind of pasta I like.”

Megumi returns to the table, placing silverware and plates down. “You’re welcome. Of course I’d remember. How could I forget?” He’s sure he could see a faint blush creep on your cheeks, but you’re ultimately distracted by your craving for noodles. He chuckles at how you’re practically inhaling the food.

You both talk for a while about how classes have been, what stuff you’ve been watching, just mundane stuff that still shows how deeply interested he is. You know he remembers every detail, no matter how boring it may seem. He never forgets.

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After finishing the wonderful food and cleaning up together, you’re both relaxing on the couch looking for something to watch together. Usually, you gravitate toward thriller or horror movies, but Megumi picks out some almost cringey – but still cute – romance anime about two people who meet at a convention for a game and fall for each other. It’s not your first choice, but it’s still cute.

Your legs are resting on Megumi’s lap, not moving as you both watch. Megumi is slow, almost cautious when he places a hand on your leg, just rubbing you. He wants to make sure any touch in general is fine as he takes his time, slowly moving up your legs and eventually reaching your thighs. You’re acutely aware of his agonizingly slow touch, but the wait almost makes it better. He’s not even watching whatever he put on, and you’re too caught in the sensations of his soft hands rubbing your inner thighs to even begin to pay attention to the show.

Megumi’s hands continue its ascent up your inner thighs, going painfully slow. He’s looking for any and all reactions he can get out of you, and the way your breath hitches as he gets closer – it drives him insane. The way you try to hide your blush across your cheeks with your arms, trying to look at anything else to save you some embarrassment…. He loves it.

His hand moves to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them to show he wants to take them off. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and gently pulls them completely off before tossing them to the floor. Megumi’s eyes instantly lock on to your panties. “Fuck, ___... do you always get that wet?” He’s teasing you but also shocked, the underwear was soaked from just a little teasing. You must have really wanted him.

His fingers play with you, rubbing the outside of your underwear as he draws sweet moans from your mouth. He absolutely loves the taking his time, hearing every soft moan you squeak out every time he moves his finger.  He pulls your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as his long, slender finger slips past your folds. Just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled his finger back to his mouth, tasting a bit of your slick. “You taste so good, baby. Oh my god.” He purrs as he brings another finger back to your cunt, this time pushing into you.

“Fuck, Gumi…”

He fucks you with a single finger as he expertly rearranges you on the couch, one leg hanging off with him in between. He slips another finger inside your tight hole as he brings his mouth to your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit. The whimpers and pants you make only serve to make Megumi feel like a man starved. Eventually he slips his fingers out, much to your annoyance, and replaces it with his tongue. He’s eating you like a man having his last meal. He wastes no time in tasting every part he can reaching, fucking your cunt with his tongue. His hand creeps back up to your clit, thumb gently circling it as he continues eating you out.

He comes back up for air and inserts his fingers again, fucking you in a rhythm matching his thumb on your clit. You can feel yourself approaching that edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Megumi stretches your cunt with just his fingers. He adds another finger, stuffing you full of his fingers as his thumb continues its assault on your clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Did you miss me, baby?”

Your eyes widen as he praises you, feeling yourself reach your limit and cum over his fingers. You make quite the mess over his arms and the couch. “I guess that’s a yes, isn’t it princess?”

He pulls his fingers out of you and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. There’s a noticeable small wet spot on his boxers, he was definitely hard and leaking at just teasing you. As much as he loves your mouth, he absolutely wants your already fucked out hole.

He picks you up and turns you over so you’re on your knees, hands on the back of the couch. Megumi aligns himself behind you, gently pushing his throbbing cock into your soaked hole. Your panties are still pushed to the side, creating a lewd sight Megumi hadn’t even anticipated as he watched your cunt swallow his cock.

Your upper body was pushed against the side of the couch, with your knees spread apart and ass in the air. Megumi bottomed out his cock inside your tight hole, pushing against you fully. “You’re such a good girl. Holy fuck.” Megumi wasted no time in picking up speed, developing a comfortable pace. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, turning him on even more. He wants to be gentle with you, but you were taking his dick like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He spanks your ass as he slams his thick cock into you, and you tighten around him in response. He doesn’t realize it now, but soon will understand how masochistic you really are. He slaps your ass, creating red marks all over it to mark his presence. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hitting your g-spot. “Answer me, princess. Are you a disgusting whore?”

He gives you almost no time to respond as his hand snakes up your back, reaching your head and grabbing fistfuls of hair to pull you back with. “Yes sir, I am” You barely manage to squeak out as you feel yourself being fucked silly, close to cumming again.

“You’re what? Answer me clearly, darling.” He coos as he tugs at your hair, pulling you back against him.

“I’m a dirty whore-ah” You yelp out as he pulls on your hair. You can feel the warmth of his body on your back, as you feel another hand make its way around your neck.

“Good girl.” Megumi purrs out. He is picking up the pace now, as his grip around your neck gently tightens. He’s thrusting into you with ferocity he didn’t know existed, abusing your tight cunt.

You feel yourself getting dizzy while Megumi keeps drilling into your cunt. He releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he pushes you down against the couch. His hands grip you at your waist, giving him a better holding on you to fuck you harder. He groans as he feels himself getting close.

His cock slams into your g-spot again, as he nears his edge. “I’m close, baby. Be a good girl and come with me, yeah?” You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, feeling that knot snap in your belly as you tighten around his cock. The moment you cum, it sends Megumi over the edge, and you feel his warm cum filling your womb. He slips his cock out as he pulls your panties back over your cunt. “Keep this on for a while, sweetheart.” He says as you start to roll over. He leans down and kisses your forehead, while caressing your cheek.

“That was amazing, ____. You were amazing.” He praises as he sits on the couch, pulling you into an embrace as you sit on his lap. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and you can smell that familiar, fresh scent. It smells like home.

“Thank you, Gumi.”

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‹𝟹 notes: i don't think there are going to be many more chaps for this fic soon. maybe 2 more at most idk. i dont rly know what i wanna do going forward, so i gotta keep it cookin in my brain for a lil more i guess lol. if y'all have suggestions i am ALWAYYYYYYS open for them! getting comments on my fic literally gives me so much serotonin u dont even understand lol

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

How do you grow a following? I’m new to tumblr and using wattpad to publish an original story of mine but I’m having a hard time reaching an audience. I want to achieve my dream but I’m feeling hopeless. You seem to have it downpat and all figured out. Can you help a girl out? Please lol 🥲

WELL--

First of all, I have no idea how to answer this tbh, because I grow my audience largely from my drawings. Yes I do write, but my main gig is and has always been drawing. On top of that, I'm a part of a fandom that already has a story, Call of Duty. So I didn't start from absolute 0 per se.

I started posting my drawings, and then people reblogged it from there. Visual contents are statistically more engaged by general audiences rather than just writing, so I grew because of that. Visuals certainly do help.

If you want to reach an audience, maybe you can start by hooking your audience first. What's your hook? Is it your character, or is it your world-building, or is it something else? If not drawing, maybe you can make a moodboard or a quote post.

Tumblr is a really communal place where people with mutual interests gather. Maybe you can interact and reach out to other original story-tellers so you can gain friends and mutuals.

Most important of all, don't forget to be passionate with your story and not care too much about the audience. Focus on developing your stories and characters. When it reaches the right audience, and it will, whether sooner or later, people will start reading it.

Again, I'm not really that qualified to answer this because I'm an artist first rather than a writer, so I hope that at least answers some of the shallow parts of it!

[muchymozzarella]

Fandom, Friendship, and Paranoia

Ever since I started engaging with and posting Miguel/Miles content, I gained 140 followers on Twitter, 600+ comments on my fics, and I've seen large artists with almost or above 10k followers post Flowerfang, one of whom specifically started shipping them BECAUSE of my fic.

Most of the friends I've made in the fandom are nonwhite like me, and we enjoy sharing our multicultural backgrounds, helping each other with translations and discussions on the culture behind Miguel and Miles' characters (many Mig/mi shippers are black, there was even a meme posted about it a month back)

Moreover I didn't lose any followers that I could see, and certainly no mutuals. Most of my moots are chill, and the reaction has ranged from interest in the ship to ambivalence to "not my ship but we're still buds". Most of my mutuals also post completely vanilla things, and even if some of my ships aren't for them, we treat each other well, respect each other, like each other.

I have certainly read a few of my friends excerpts of my fic and shown them some of my favourite art. I've made so many friends, so many mutuals from this ship. It's been joyful and fun and even with weird drama every now and then, generally positive.

The reason I say this is because if you truly believe that fandom should be about guilt, hatred, judgment and self-righteousness, then all you're doing is giving yourself problems. You become paranoid, untrusting and untrustworthy. Maybe you'll notice some friends leaving you because they KNOW you'll hurt them if they're honest and vulnerable, others who are ready to throw you under the bus the moment you express an opinion they don't like.

Y'all gotta get away from those kinds of people. Y'all gotta stop BEING those kinds of people. Because those who'll hate you, a human being, a real person, over a fake cartoon character, is someone who's primed to hate and will use whatever little justification they can against you. I've been in various online fandoms for 11 years now, I've seen it happen over and over and over again. There are people who've been around longer who've seen more.

You don't have to like the thing I like. I prefer older / adult Miles x Miguel, but honestly I never bother saying that because antis get mad when you age up a fictional character regardless. People who want to hate me will hate me no matter what. And I'm fine with that, because I've gotten very good at muting and blocking.

You will find a thing you like that others will find distasteful, unacceptable, even disgusting, and you'll spend your time trying to justify it in your head even as your so-called friends destroy you for breaking their rules.

That's not healthy.

A lot of us have trauma, one way or another, and fiction is a tool that allows us to work through it or find joy or even just distract us from the horrendous shit many of us have to deal with day to day. Trying to control other people's healing will open you up to having your own life torn apart.

All because you cared more about fake people than how you treat real ones.

I don't advise engaging in fandom as a judgmental, angry, self-righteous person, because that'll make you a hateful, paranoid, self-destructive person. And that's not something I wish on anyone over fandom.

[gggoldfinch]

Genuine questions I have about my dear Swedes, and I think you're the best with the headcanons about them.

• How were they recruited?

(I wondered about that.)

• What era are they from?

(They look old-fashioned for even the 60s, they seem to have come from a much older time considering the family photo and also the outfits and the "strangeness" they have with the 60s and America.)

MY FRIEND YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE for I am the keeper of the Elder Knowledge and the Mind-Vault of Fanon (aka I've been rotting about these guys since the ikea fam was live and kicking circa 2020 and haven't let go). I am TICKLED to finally be asked about them because they are My Guys and i love writing exorbitant amounts of information about them!!!! Especially their clothes!!! Needless to say I will not be brief, so strap in 😁

(PS Tumblr ate my first draft of this after hours of research and paragraphs of writing so I had to rewrite all of the content here from memory 🥲) (PPS I used this as an excuse to talk about their clothing for 3 hours. this is the most deranged I've been in ages ! )

First off: there is no canon information regarding either of your questions. So let's just put that out there. They are tragically underdeveloped for being potentially some of the most interesting characters on the show (or maybe i'm just biased because I prefer the Commission characters lol). Basically everything we know about them is based off inferences and vague canon implications, and everything aside from that is widely-accepted fanon that we discussed way back when + my own personal headcanons (which are basically canon to me). I might have to do some deep-diving into the tumblr archives of my old blog or my mutuals for the information I'll get into here, but all of it will be stuff I either came up with myself or bore witness to the research of & agree with.

1. How were they recruited?

Generally, the accepted theory is that the brothers were recruited young, likely after some sort of event which resulted in their first kill. From what I recall, several fandom authors (myself included) have incorporated this storyline into our own work, roughly following the same theme of capable woodsmen Axel & Otto protecting Oscar and killing someone as a result, hence inviting attention from Commission recruiters who trawl the timeline for skilled individuals.

Also, I believe it is fairly accepted within the fandom that the Commission seeks out and hires people who are down on their luck or in otherwise bad circumstances, then organizes them into employment statuses from there (office workers, hitmen, etc.). I tend to think Axel & Otto were recruited first, then Oscar was roped in later on, playing into my theory that they are triplets, just separated by large periods of time-travel.

2. What era are they from?

YIPPEEE you came to the right ! person ! because actually lowkey I kinda perpetuated the headcanon that the Swedes are Victorian-Edwardian back in the day (on a prev blog). I personally hc they were born ca. 1880-ish, with their “natural” timeline falling somewhere around 1901-1910 (Edwardian period), and picked things up from different decades along the way, as is the way of time-travel. However, I know others preferred the idea that they were from ca. 1930-1950, which is also fairy plausible.

Now, time for me to be insane:

I have a copious amount of proof that they are from the early 1900's ! based on their clothing + the photograph Axel carries. It’s also worth nothing that their clothing is visibly that of working class men, which makes it slightly more difficult to research (because the working class always gets the short end of the stick). I base most of my research & beliefs on cross-examining Edwardian photographs of workmen, as well as my own knowledge of historical fashion. I won't delve that much into their culture as Swedes and the fashion implications of that, since it honestly wasn't taken seriously enough in canon to be visible past Otto's haircut.

Proof in their regular clothing:

Trousers: Otto’s high-waisted trousers & suspenders are Edwardian, down to the very patterning. Oscar’s too, to a less obvious extent. It’s also worth noting that according to bts images, Axel also wears suspenders. His pants with the laces at the shins are baffling though...

Shirts: Oscar's turtleneck isn't not Edwardian; men have been wearing collared knit shirts like that as winter wear for a long time. Otto's green shirt, though it has those odd clasps, is somewhat reminiscent of arrow collar shirts worn in the Edwardian period. I have also found proof of three-button wool undershirts similar in style to Axel's henley, though these were more popular towards the 20's

Shoes: While Otto and Oscar's steel-toed boots weren't invented until the 1930's, Axel's boots are at least somewhat more reminiscent of those worn by workmen in the 10's. Though, the side zip and weird flap are… not.

Outerwear: Axel's blue vest is more akin to a double-breasted waistcoat, though it doesn't have lapels and the buttons are too large; it is... an outlier. Likewise, his canvas duster has a zipper and no lapels, and the pattern cut of it makes me think it's fairly modern, just like Oscar's canvas/corduroy jacket which is practically a Carhartt. Oscar's vest is baffling bc it looks different in every shot of it I analyze. Otto's trench coat is the oldest style. (Fun fact, the modern zipper was invented by a Swede in 1913)

Misc: The union suit was popularized in the 1860's (as women's wear, actually!), so Otto's wearing of it would be believable for the period. All their clothes are patched up, implying years of wear and tear.

Misc Pt 2; Weaponry: Though ofc I'm a gun girl, I have already spent 3 hours writing about clothes and cannot make myself research weird weapons. So if you're interested in their guns, PLEASE read this post by my old fandom pal!!! It's much a more intelligent and in-depth analysis than I can manage rn, and also discusses the context of weaponry within the Commission.

Proof in the photograph:

They're really a ragtag crew, which makes it hard to date any of their garments. Here's some things I've noted though:

Headwear: Newsboy caps (which are what Oscar and Axel are wearing) were at their peak around the late 1910s, especially with working class men. Otto's hat looks like it could be an oilskin fisherman's hat, which were popular in 1880s America, though his looks more like the later 1950's design of the hat. Additionally, workmen in the Edwardian period often wore neckerchiefs, not unlike what Oscar wears around his neck in the photo.

Shirts: Oscar appears to be wearing another knit sweater. Axel's blue shirt appears to me to have a band collar, which was a style popular in the 10's (from what I can tell one of Otto's shirts also has a band collar). Beneath that, his undershirt (likely linen) has a string closure, which was popular even earlier than the Victorian era

The Woman (mother? grandmother?): Historically, older women tended to wear headscarves/ head coverings. The style of her dress/smock/apron is hard to determine because of its concealment beneath her cardigan. She's got a sick rifle tho

Misc: Oscar's workman's gloves aren't inaccurate; leather gloves like that were worn in the Victorian era. So have leather belts. Like I said earlier, from what I can tell from my cursory search (after sifting thru dubious "Viking" hairstyles), Otto is sporting a fairly historically/culturally accurate he-man haircut from the Nordic area. Oscar's hair is the second-most historically relevant, as most men in the Victorian/Edwardian era had short, groomed hairstyles (though perhaps his is a little messier than usual). Axel is the outlier here with a modern slick-back.

ANYWAYYYYYYYYY

yeah. yeah. if you couldn't tell I am. fucking insane ? about them ?

since you're still here, you survived this long, have some bts stuff I dragged from the trenches:

[cinnasalmon]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡♡♡

TAKE THAT!

WHEW at least I don't have to come up with things I like about myself 😂 this is way easier

1) my friends. They just... they get me.

2) my family. I don't have much left so the ones I still have I cling to like saran wrap

3) the ocean. I could be dissociated to hell and wracked with derealization/depersonalization and once i get to the beach—boom. All gone.

4) being on an airplane!!! Being eye-level with clouds is so badass, like I'm hanging out with my homies i hardly ever get to see

5) this little corner of the fandom. The bg3 fandom at large is terrifying and I'm so happy to have found this group. I feel at home here and I feel seen. Thank you all for everything 🙏