#I mean . I’ve never actually wished it but I do think about myself and especially just like . whatever the hell is going on with me . like

[s-4pphics]

the call. I (sevika + vi)

SYNOPSIS: reddit: a place for thought-dumping and being horny [college au] WORD COUNT: 9.5K WARNINGS: this was supposed to be dark but its very crack-ish, sevika and vi play rugby(kinda minor plot tbh), oc is a crazy redditor and wears skirts, STALKING, 90% SMUT MDNI(fingering + phone sex + munching + mult orgasms + dirty talk, tensionnnn) brief mentions of grief and loss bc me, recreational drug use, JUST TOXIC, abby makes an appearance later A/N: WROTE THIS WITH MY BABY!!! @trackinglessons art by lottie my love my light my everything this is a product of #OVULATIONWEEK and the #ARCANETAKEOVER

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       3y

no one likes me. 

i [f18] don’t have any friends. at all. i don’t have anyone that’s not family that likes me and sometimes im convinced my family regrets keeping me adound. i just moved cities for uni and haven’t been able to have a valuable conversation with anyone and im starting to think i’m the reason why. to be honest i’ve always been the “weird” one or whatever ppl at school called me. but i don’t think im weird at all. I think i’m nice but ppl treat me like a germ lol they just stare and whisper to each other but i know they’re talking about me

does anyone have any advice on being more approachable? or whatever i’m not even sure what to call it tbh.

kewlio313 • 3y

Everybody’s weird in college! You’re young and finding yourself. Join some organizations and put yourself out there! It’ll work out kid 

     artkiller OP • 3y

     i wish there was a chess club lol 

Margie • 3y

how do you go about approaching people? 

      artkiller OP • 3y

      i just walk up and start talking about myself

      Margie • 3y

      Okay… and what’s their reaction? 

      artkiller OP • 3y

it’s different every time. sometimes they just leave, sometimes they laugh then leave, other times they’re outwardly mean. one guy told me to ‘shut the hell up bitch’ and i immediately wanted to commit a federal crime(not murder)

      Margie • 3y

      Goddamn lol. Maybe u r weird 

miKrophone • 3y

shut up hoe

     artkiller OP • 2y

     ?? :/

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       2y

Advice Needed

how do you know if you’re mentally ill?

hello fellow redditors. lol. i’m finally back… very odd first term i think i got ghosted or whatever it’s called by some dude on the hockey team but yeah i plotted homicide. i’m pretty sure that situation sent me into a spiral. i think im sick. 

i’m not sure what’s going on with me but my thoughts have been really dark recently. not necessarily suicidal or harm inflicting(on myself) but… yeah… prettyyyy dark. idk. it’s weird what my brain conjures up sometimes. i guess im curious why my brain thinks the way it does. i’m not a bad person and i know that, but my brain makes me believe that i am. idk what to do at this point. i’ve never been to a professional and tbh i don’t think i should because i don’t wanna be admitted somewhere lol 

kewlio313 • 2y

Welcome back kid. It’s often better to seek help even though it can be fucking horrifying, especially in adulthood. Get help and you’ll be fine

     artkiller OP • 2y

     and if i’m not fine? what do i do then? 

     kewlio313 • 2y

To be frank, I'm not sure. I’ve been through alot and even I don’t have clear direction on life. I’ve been allowing my intuition to guide me for some time. Just try it and see what happens. Rooting for you

     artkiller OP • 2y

     thank you 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       2y

Advice Needed

am i a lesbian?

i [f19] think im attracted to females. i can’t stop staring at their tits. i always assumed my middle school peeping was from jealousy or whatever the hell twitter said but now that i’m grown i think i wanna fuck girls. or like. girl adjacents??? idk the terminology or whatever. 

PetersJoker • 2y

go eat some pussy and find out

     artkiller OP • 2y

     no fuckhead

kewlio313 • 2y

… Girl adjacents? Females? Are you actually 40? 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     is this a dig

     kewlio313 • 2y

     You crack me up. Have you experimented before? 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     i never passed a science class

     kewlio313 • 2y

     … Alright. 

 I meant hooking up. Have u kissed a girl before? Slept with one? Or whatever you youngins say these days? 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     no. i’m not a slut lol i hardly go outside 

     kewlio313 • 2y

Finding out what you like isn’t being a slut. You’re in college for fucks sake. Find you someone to lay with, ya loser. 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     or i should just shoot myself. less complicated then sex

     kewlio313 • 2y

     Maybe so, but they’re equally as messy. 

ButchesForChrist • 2y

Questioning is usually the first sign. Lol

     artkiller OP • 2y

     fuck me

     ButchesForChrist • 2y

     Well

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       2y

what does sex feel like? (wlw)

[f19] just watched scissor porn for the first time. what the fuck was that. (i need it)

MisandristInTraining • 2y

the work of demons aka men

     artkiller OP • 2y

     i drink their blood

     MisandristInTraining • 2y

     Lmao

OnHorseback • 2y

Feels like dying but emotionally • 2y

     artkiller OP • 2y

     i wanna die physically 

     OnHorseback • 2y

     I’m sure some dirty fuck can set that up for you

     artkiller OP • 2y

     lit

kewlio313 • 2y

Welcome to the dark side. 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     flirt a little harder oldhead 

ButchesForChrist • 2y

Ready to come out? 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     of where

     ButchesForChrist • 2y

     Bitch…..

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       2y

home sweet home. 

hello found family. been mia bc fuck school but i’m back… and i think im a sadist. 

does anyone know where rugby originated from? i like watching large women be physical w each other and i wish they would harm me in similar ways. pls push me to the floor and stomp me out(specifically directed to one pink head) i’ve been thinking dirty things all day i need her so fucking bad. is this why ppl r so obsessed with sex? bc of hot people? i get it now. i need her to bend me over and put her cleat on my neck

lezziesthatembezzle • 2y

good morning to u too bitch

     artkiller OP • 2y

     big muscly girls pls rail me from da bck 

     lezziesthatembezzle • 2y

     someone muzzle this thot

Accuntress • 2y

A dyke’s pride and joy: large women. 

kewlio313 • 2y

This is crazily your most normal post. Missed ya. Do well in school

     artkiller OP • 2y

     :3 🩷

[deleted] • 2y

The cards are in my favor 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     would you like to sex through private message? 

     [deleted] • 2y

     What the fuck you crackhead

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       2y

Advice Needed

sex addiction while a virgin? 

is this possible? i shouldn’t have watched ppl with big clits trib. quite criminal. even more criminal when i’ve  imagined the girl i’ve been following around for the past 2 weeks doing it to me

[deleted] • 2y

is this who we are…. 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     obviously. 

kewlio313 • 2y

This is my last straw. 

     artkiller OP • 2y

     hugs xD

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       6mo

i’m confessing. 

idc anymore. i don’t give a FUCK. i am in love. i [f21] am in love. the deepest kind i think. love at first sight truly. it’s the kind of love that’s painful. it kills and leaves behind trails of misery if betrayed or lost. whenever i see her, i cry from happiness. her joy is my joy. her hurt is my hurt. our hearts are forever intertwined no matter the distance. i’m writing this for her. if you ever see this: i love you, darling. there’s not a second that goes by where you’re not at the forefront of my mind. i’ll treasure everything we’ve built thus far, and promise to never take it for granted. i hope to die by your side. 

i love you. i love you so much. 

even if we’ve never spoken. 

kewlio313 • 6mo

Yup… she’s lost it, folks. Very deep sigh. 

     ButchesForChrist • 5mo

     That’s part of being a lesbian. She’ll live. Trust me

—

—

—

“Violet! … VIOLET!”

Why’s Sev always so loud in the goddamn library? The receptionist already has tacks on her behavior chart like some kindergartener. “I heard you! Jesus Christ, I’m sitting right fucking next to you—“

“I wouldn’t haveta fucking scream if you woulda answered me when I asked 3 days ago! Are you coming on Saturday?” 

How does she tell Sev fuck no bitch I don’t wanna go in a polite manner? It’s the first weekend after Christmas break and quite frankly, she's already sick of being on campus. Vi loves her friend to death but holy fuck does she wish she had an off button. 

“Just come the hell on and stop—“

“Dude, I—“

“You know it’s not gonna be fun if you’re not there! Half the bitches are comin’ for you! Plus… I think you could use a fun time after… y’know.” Sevika softens — only a bit, she's still Sevika. Hard ass. 

She does know. At this point, who doesn’t? Her last year of university started on a bad foot when her family home caught aflame with her little sister and father still inside, but the icing on the cake was when her long term, blue-haired girlfriend sent her the can we talk? important text. Now she’s single with corpses for relatives(she thinks her sister would’ve found that funny). Her teammates returned to campus with her; eyes mournful and hearts sunk to the bottom of their stomachs, so prepared to shield and coddle when needed. Sev was one of them: through every breakdown and anxiety attack and hungry but nauseating night. 

“I’m not tryna bring up old shit. You been through a lot and deserve some fun. That’s all I’m sayin’. Get your last bit of jitters out before the season starts.” 

Vi nods. She gets it. Losing her sister was just as much of a loss for Sev as it was for her, but somehow, she was able to ease back into herself. Become… normal again. Socializing takes so much energy outta Violet, now. She’d rather go lift or go sock the shit outta rich person. In some ways, she wishes she had as much willpower as her friend. 

She knows why Sev wants her to go. New pussy, new me, her and Abby once told her, but she’s not in the mood to smash right now. She’ll probably start crying if they don’t kiss both her cheeks before her nose like… Ugh. She shivers in disgust… and extreme longing. She misses her ex like crazy. 

“I know. I’ll, uh, think about it.” 

“M’kay… now what the fuck is epitactic theory.” 

“Girl…” 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       12mi

Advice Needed

how crazy is it to ask for a threesome from two ppl that don’t know you? 

[f21] i’m currently in my campus library watching my girlfriend study with her teammate from my stiff ass beanbag and i need them both like crack. how do i bring intercourse up without making it awkward or uncomfortable? help asap pls

also i might c her this weeknd she’s going out and i wanna go

CreamTeam • 5mi

Wait … so is she your girlfriend or not?? 😭😭 

     artkiller OP • 2mi

     we have a complicated relationship🩷

     ButchesForChrist • 1mi

     Aka she’s stalking her. Scroll down a little

     artkiller OP • 30s

     stay out my business 

     CreamTeam • 1s

     What the fuck

kewlio313 • 2mi

I thought we were better than this, honey. 

     artkiller OP • 30s

     you prob are. im not

     kewlio313 • 4s

     Deep sigh. 

Your phone drops from your jittery hands and into your lap, screen glowing with every disappointed reply from fucking Kewlio who you’ve grown to love. You like to call them a friend. A faceless, emotionally intelligent, oddly attractive friend who you’ve never met. 

The love of your life is right there, as always. Exactly 34 steps away, past the shelves littered with history novels and biographies, sat at the table surrounded by Liberal Arts textbooks and her star-littered laptop. Black jacket, black shirt, ripped black jeans, hair dyed black: that’s new. Still streaked with pink and somehow you’re even more hungry for her. She’s looked a mess recently: beaten and bruised, coming to class with black eyes and bandages across her pretty nose. It makes you wanna burn down the entire Arts and Sciences building with everyone inside of it. 

She’s annoyed with Sevika, you can tell. They’re talking about something. Maybe her sister, rest in peace. Or piss if she sucked. Whatever. A small part wishes you listened a little closer when she talked about Jinx(weird ass nickname, but okay) so you’d know exactly what to ask. She can take out any aggression or sadness on you anytime. In here, outside. You’d drop ‘em for her wherever. 

Kewlio is a dirty liar. You’re not a stalker. You’re a fan, an admirer, a lover. Your girl’s simply unassuming… How the fuck is that your fault? 

She won’t be like that for long, though. 

Vi lost her cleats a few days ago. Her black and blue ones that are worn the hell down and hanging at the seams, but she loves them. Wears them almost every match despite how unsteady they make her on the field. They’re her lucky charm, besides you, of course. 

Her lucky charm found her lucky charms. 

And by found, you mean broke into her gym locker with the code you memorized 2 years ago and snagged ‘em. She should really get those locks changed before someone takes something important. 

The explanation of how you found her cleats exactly? You’re not sure and you’re not dwelling. She’ll be so relieved that you found them that it won’t even matter. Might even drop to her knees and praise you like a God. Is she religious? One of the minor details you don’t know about her. 

But you’ll find out soon enough. No worries at all. 

You wonder how Caitlyn is doing. 

—

Rabbit holes are either your best friend or worst enemy. Today, they’re straddling the fence. Your brain never shuts off when you're in a crisis. You’re ovulating, overstimulated, and searching for a cure from someone you’ve never said hello to. 

The internet can solve your problems though. Especially if they’re sex-deprived millennials. Their long-term lack of human contact makes for some hilarious stories and useful what-not-to-dos. 

how to finger a vagina 

vagina g spot where is it

where is clit vagina

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can lesbians do anal 

is mommy kink a trauma response

Reddit searches are always on your side. All answers to the world at the tip of your fingers. You love the media! Squirting is not pee evidently. PornHub comments are not a reliable source. You should ask your girlfriend if she squirts. 

Caitlyn would know. Fucking BITCH!

how to make girlfriend come

Mansplainer misogynists geeking about making their wives do housework while they sit on their asses and flirt with young Discordians. ‘I clap and she appears’

…

You should craft a bomb that only targets cis-het men because what the fuck is going on right now. 

how to make girlfriend cum

‘[M48] I’ve never made my wife climax and we’ve been together for 15 years and have 2 children’

Your eyes are fucking burning. Is it bad to wish death on a person? Cursed imagery. Your fingers attempt to salvage the last bits of your sanity. 

how to make girlfriend orgasm wlw

date ideas lesbian

am i crazy quiz

insanity quiz

You’re normal you’re okay you’re literally fine. 

mental illness signs for lesbians

what does dying feel lik

“Ma’am.”

You gasp sharply. Librarian. Fuck oh shit

“Hi. We’re, uh, lockin’ up, so…” 

You’re still at the library. How much time has passed? How many rabbit holes have you fallen into? Where’s your girlfriend? Her and Sev are gone… 

But you know where to find your g-spot! Hooplah!

“Oh ye— Yeah! Uhh… bye.” You stand so fast you get whiplash. Your backpack beats against your back when you adjust the straps on your shoulders. Headphones on, music blasting, and just like that, the world is off and you’re on. Right into the darkness of the city. 

You love a stripper’s playlist in times like these. 

You love Reddit in times like these. 

You walk and walk with an extra skip in your step. Time to drive Kewlio crazy. 

r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       1s

guys im happy

the joy that i feel rn is unmatched. i love my life. im so excited for the future. thank you god and or universe for these blessings

And post. Nothing could wipe the smile off your face. Nothing nothing nothing you love it here! You love school. You love your girlfriend and her friends and her sport!

“Oof—“

“AH—“

Your back connects with the angles of your hardcovers and fuck you hope your laptop survived that drop. There’s not nearly enough cushion in your bag to cover that fall fuck your life you hate everyone—

“YOU FU—“

“Holy fuckin’ shit I’m so sorry are you ok—“

And your mouth zips. Oh…

Oh. 

Your girl’s in running shorts. Squeezing her thighs good ‘n tight and she glistens with sweat, brows pulled down in concern as she eyes you from above. If the sun was still out, the rays would dress her head like a halo. A heavenly sight. You’d die here… but not before a drop of her sweat falls on your face. You need that at least once. Zooweeema—

“Are you oka— fuck, gimme your hands, up ya go, c’mon—“

Oh she’s talking. And grabbing you. 

Your hands are warmed by skin and your spine tickles when you’re pulled to your feet like a feather. The pain in your back and shoulders don’t fucking matter anymore. Life works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?

“Hi, Vi.” 

“I’m— hey, uh… do we know each other?” 

We love each other actually! 

“No— I uh, sorry! I go to watch your matches and all that. Kinda a fan… Sorry if that’s weird—“

“No no no no, not weird at all. Uh, very flattering actually. ‘Preciate it.” 

You’re gonna fucking pass out. 

“Are you okay though? Nothing hurts, right?” And your knees wobble when a squeezing hand lands on your shoulder, gauging you for pain. No pain. Just deprived. Needy. Desperate. Touch me some more. 

“M good.” 

“Cool…” Her hand drops and you nearly screech like a banshee, “And your name? Sorry bout t—“

You interrupt with yours and she smiles. Nice to meet you, she says with gravel and your heart grows another heart inside of another heart. Holy fucking you’re boutta

“I like rugby.” 

Kill yourself. You’re boutta kill yourself. 

Vi’s eyes widened before nodding in agreement, “Yeah… me too. If it wasn’t obvious enough. It’s a great… stress reliever.” 

So is sex, according to Sexcopedia.edu. Do me. 

“Really? It looks painful sometimes.” 

She sighs with tension, “It is. We gotta lot of aggressive people playing against us so we have to always… do more. I guess, I dunno. But whenever I’m mad it’s great. Very useful.”

“Are you mad often?” 

“Are you studying psychology?” She pins with an arched, slit brow, but her eyes remain light and friendly. It’s funny, she doesn’t appear to be this approachable with her grunge-ness.  

“Nah. I need to, though. Could do me some good.” 

Her laugh is hearty. Genuine. “Shit, me too. Help me out.”

“Do you wanna be my friend?” 

She seems stunned and you don’t know why. Doesn’t banter create friendship? Whatever. Fuck it. She can say no. You don’t care. You still got her shoe—

“Gimme your phone—” 

Your heart drops to the floor, through the concrete, right into the center of the Earth’s crust waiting to burn and cease to exist. She’s got you figured out. You’ve been exposed and she’s gonna fry you in the middle of the damn street

“—I’ll put my number in.” 

… Oh.

You meticulously make sure your notis are deleted and OFF before handing her your device with the keypad on display. Her fingers are pretty and nimble. Flexible with how slender they are. Pretty hands. Pretty, blue veins and you're instantly reminded of her ex. You hate the color blue. 

She hands your phone back, “That’s me. Hit me up when you get… wherever you’re going. And lemme know if I need to cover your medical expenses for spinal cord surgery.” 

You laugh. Really fucking loudly and she flinches, but smiles after. She’s so fucking cute! Is this flirting? 

“Y-Yeah, I will.”

Her head tilts fondly, “Cool.”

“Cool.” 

She gives you one last look before plugging her earbud in to continue her jog. You check her contact to make sure it’s real and fuck you have her fucking number! Fuck fuck fuck fuck

You leap like the happiest frog in the pond when she’s out of your line of view and a sharp pain whips through your shoulder blades. 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       3mi

lads i just got proposed to. spring wedding in sweden

number collected. so it begins. 

kewlio313 • 48s

Christ help us all. 

CreamTeam • 10s

Ring pics. 

     artkiller OP • 3s

     cawk ring pics***

     CreamTeam • 1s

     Should’ve fuckin known. I hate you genuinely 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       30s

when’s a good time to text the girl you’re obsessed with? 

[f21] soooo i’m laying in bed lookignat her contact and idk what to do. i’ve fantasized about this so many times and now its in my lap… im so used to shit going wrong that idk how to react to it going right. it’s kinda late but i really wanna talk to her but idk she might be sleep or whatever. 

should i scale her building and check if she’s awake? :(

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Vi doesn’t know why there’s a pit in her stomach. She sits on her teammate’s fluffy rug with a smoked out Sevika who patiently waits for her green light, but it hasn’t come. She feels an oncoming breakdown and she needs a babysitter just in case. 

“Finish this for me?” A roach floats in front of Vi’s face before she pushes it away. 

“No.”

“Buzzkill.” 

Sev and Vi sit in silence for 12 seconds before the roach is stolen and hit by the latter. Sevika snickers. Vi drops her head on the couch and exhales her worries through clouds. Stressed, anxious riddled, maybe not the best headspace to get high but fuck it. 

“Whatcha thinking about?”

She shrugs, “Everything.”

“Talk ta me. What’s happening.”

Vi’s face burns when her mind plagues with you. Your giant bifocals and smudged mascara and acrylic-stained hoodies. You had a backpack on… Could be a student here. You might be a freshman. Vi hates making assumptions about strangers but you seemed a little… 

Immature? Your eyes were too shiny to be a senior. 

“You’re gonna laugh…” 

“I’ll always laugh at your stupid ass,” She snickers. “What happened, though, seriously.” 

Wafts of smoke curl around her words, “I almost bulldozed a girl earlier.” 

Sevika scrabbles to her knees with a slack jaw, “WHAT THE—“

“Oh my fucking god can you be normal for—“

“BITCH BULLDOZED? WHAT THE FUCK FREAKY ASS BITCH—“ 

“NOT LIKE THAT!” Vi scoffs, “I went on a run and bumped into her! Fucking WEIRDO!”  

Sevika slumps back on her ass, clearly disappointed, “… Oh.”

Vi tends to the roach until her fingertips burn, stubbing out the burnt paper on Sevika’s ashtray. When she looks up, she finds a very intrigued looking fox. Here she fucking goes. 

“She hot?”

Vi’s sigh is littered with agitation at her friend while she laughs, “I hadta fucking ask! Tell me! She smell good?” 

“I don’t fuckin’ remember! We talked for like… 2 minutes!” 

“2 is enough time to check her out. Show’a hands, how fat were her tits? Like this?” Sevika mimes holding watermelons that are too goddamn heavy and Vi cringes. 

“You fucking disgust me.” 

Sevika relaxes back onto her elbows, legs extended in front of her. Her brow quirks when she catches Vi’s gaze drop to her waist, “Meh. You like that about me.” 

“Sometimes. Not when I’m in a crisis.”

“Meeting a girl is a crisis now?” 

“Yes! I don’t fucking know, she was…” 

Honestly, Vi’s unsure how to describe you. 

“Does she at least go here! You’re not giving me shit to work with.” 

“I DON’T KNOW—“

“DON’T FUCKING YELL AT ME—“

Vi groans with her palms in her eyes, “She just asked to be friends. She told me she watches us play and that she’s—“

“Back the fuck up,” Sevika raises up again, “Do you not see what’s happening here!” 

“…” 

“You’re actually fucking stupid, wow,” She scoffs, “You know she set all that up, right?” 

“… What in the fuck are you talking abou—“

“She ran into you on purpose! She’s a fan bitch!” Sev reaches for her phone on the coffee table, “What’s her Instagram?” 

Vi whines, “I don’t know—“

Before Sevika can cuss her out for the 40th time, she bursts, “I GAVE HER MY NUMBER!”

“… Did you get hers?” 

“…” 

“BROTHER—“

“Shut up! I’m not… I don’t flirt! I don’t know how, not anymore! She caught me off guard honestly.”

“What's her name?” 

Vi sheepishly mumbles your title; it’s slimy the way it curls on her tongue. You were so nice and now she’s setting you up to be pestered by her best friend. 

It’s silent for 3 minutes, only the pittering of Sevika’s fingers on her device while she hunts for you. Another 4 pass before she tosses her phone in annoyance. 

“You sure you weren’t hallucinating? Nothing’s poppin’ up.” 

“You’re so annoy—“

WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAACK, WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAACK

Vi’s phone screen glows gray with an unsaved number across the top… One with their area code… Sevika watches the number scroll like a hawk. The smile that grows on her face is crooked. And knowing. 

It’s 11PM. It’s not you. It couldn’t be you. 

“That’s your ringtone?” Sevika snorts. 

“Shut up.” Why’s she so anxious all of a sudden? Her sweaty palms aren’t enough to stop her from reaching for the device, though. 

She answers and puts you on speaker. 

“Hello?” 

“…Hi. It’s me.” 

Sevika’s brow lifts in questioning. Is that her? She mouths and Vi nods. Her eyes roll when her friend whispers, cute voice.  

She’ll never say, but Sevika’s presence re-energizes her. Makes her a little more playful, so she teases, “Me who?” 

A beat of silence passes before you start mumbling to yourself, “I’m gonna fuckin’ throw up is this the wrong per—“

Sevika’s hand flies over her mouth to smother her laughter while Vi coddles you; laughs that she’s joking and that she was waiting on your call. Her cheeks burn when her teammate throws her an accusatory look. 

“Do you mean it?” 

“Mean what?” 

“That you’ve been waiting on me?” 

Before Vi can answer, Sev raises up onto her knees and mimes fucking somebody from the back, face slack with faux and exaggerated pleasure. She ignores the sinful jolt in her tummy and flings a throw pillow right at her face. 

“Yeah, ‘course I was…” 

And then it’s silent again. Her muscles freeze with every deep breath you take over the phone. Sevika waits expectantly, talk to her, she says with flapping fingers. 

“Whatcha up to?” 

“… Uhh… nothing?”

Your laugh is featherlight, “Are you asking me?” 

“Maybe?” 

Sevika’s had enough of the tomfoolery. She wiggles over and hits the mute button with a heavy slam. Leans in close while she whispers, 

“Dude, she’s tryna fuck—“

“No, she isn’t—“

“Yes she is, dodo, did you hear how she was talkin’?” Her tone heightens in pitch, mocks seduction, “You were waiting on me, baby?—“

“H-Hello?” Your mumble is drenched with insecurity. Sevika doesn’t give a fuck. 

“See?” She nearly screams, “She’s DJin’ right now—“

Violet shoves her back before unmuting, “Sorry, m’here…”

“… Was it a bad time to call?” You’re quieter now. Ashamed sounding. Embarrassed. 

“Not at all! Sorry, I was smoking earlier, makes me lose my train of thought.”

“It’s okay…” 

“You make it home safe?” 

“Mhm. I was about to fall asleep but then I remembered to call, so…”

Vi catches her smile before her friend can bully her for it, “So, you called…” 

“Yes,” said excitedly. She can hear your smile. Very puppy-like. Cute. Vi jolts when Sev starts snoring obnoxiously fucking loud. She flicks her forehead. 

“Is someone there with you?” 

Both their eyes widen. A sharp hand raises to slap Sevika, but she flinches before it lands, “Sorry. Just my stupid ass roommate.”

“Hi, Sevika.” 

You’re oddly calm…. But why wouldn’t you be? You had no other intent for this phone call other than keeping your promise. They still share a look though; a brief flash of intrigue and skepticism. How’d you know…

It’s not pondered on for long by Sevika before she sings, “Hey, sweetheart.” 

You sound like the wind has knocked outta you. “H-Hi.” 

Sev singles for Vi to pass the phone over to her. She obliges with a hard stare, “I was just passing through, but while I’m here, I gotta couple… questions. That good with you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good. You single?”

“Mhm. For forever, sadly.”

“Great. Are we at the same school?” 

“Duh. I’m at every match. We’re, uh… graduating together if everything goes as planned.” 

So definitely not a freshman. Just when Vi thought it was impossible to finish college without a chip on your shoulder. You seem to have made it through just fine. 

Despite Sevika’s reputation of being cold-hearted and abrasive with wicked flirtation skills, she speaks to you like you’ve been in her life for years. Gentle. Inquiring. She lays flat on her stomach with her feet kicked up behind her, “What’s your major?” 

“Architectural engineering. What’s yours?” 

“You’re so smart. ‘M doing mathematics. You should tutor me when you getta chance.”

“Sure. Just lemme know when. I’m always in the library, so.” 

“Well, what a fucking coincidence, so are we! You coulda dropped by and said hello if that was the case.” 

“I’m trying to do that now… Am I doin’ okay?”

“Just fine actually. Aren’t you sweet.” 

“I taste sweeter.” 

Sevika drops the phone on the plush rug beneath them. Sits upright with urgency. Gawks at Vi whose jaw is nearly in her lap. There’s hardly any air in her chest. She squabbles for her phone and ensures that the volume is all the way up. Holds the device right in between them. 

“… Swear? I don’t think that’s possible.” Sevika hums at you, holding her roommate’s gaze while her tongue traces over the dryness on her lip. 

“You could find out… Both of you can if you wanna.” 

“‘S that easy?” Sevika rasps, and Vi flinches when her breath hits her mouth. Leans in a bit closer to feel more on her face. 

“Why do you sound like that?” Vi huffs at your genuine curiosity. You’re so fucking cute, fuck. 

“Because you’re turning me on, hon,” Her gaze washes over Vi and her skin burns with trails. “Both of us.” 

“Oh… cool.” You exhale unsteadily. They can’t help but laugh at you. “Cool?” Vi repeats. 

“Yeah. Awesome. I’ve never done that to someone before.” 

“You a virgin?” 

“Yup.”

“FaceTime us.”

“I have a Samsung.” 

Both girls explode into laughter, “We’ll call you, then, Jesus—“ Vi sends an eager finger towards the small camera before you mumble, 

“Who says I’ll answer?” 

Sevika tuts, “You don’t wanna watch us kiss?” 

“I’d rather watch in person.” 

Sevika throws Vi a look and she’s instantly reminded of Abby. Usually, that glance — filled with an equal amount of tenderness of filth — is shared between her teammates and she’s forced to endure whatever nonsense they plan to take out on somebody together, but now she’s here. Sevika’s including her in such a sacred ritual. She’s suddenly skittish, “You’re killing me, baby. Whatcha doing this weekend?” Sev quiets, timbre amorous. 

“Playing Overwatch.” 

“Fuck that shit. Come to Kappa on Saturday. Everybody’s goin’.” Sevika snips down at Violet, and she whines while her fingers dig into her roomie’s tank top. A little closer, and they’re kissing. Just an inch—

“What’s Kappa?”

Vi giggles, “House,” Sevika mumbles against Vi’s mouth, “Frat house. Right off 16th. It's bright blue, can’t miss it.”  

“‘K, I’ll go. See ya there.”

“Wh—“

Three dial tones break through the smoke in the air before the screen goes dark, both girls left stunned and… very tempted to track your location. Maybe pop a titty for your RA in exchange for your room number. Wouldn’t be the first time…

… Is that too much? 

It could be, but you didn’t hesitate to drop bomb after proposition, and the selfish part of her heart can’t help but think you wouldn’t mind two ravenous strangers at your front door. The knowledge that they’d give you everything you needed would be enough for you to allow them entry. 

And the way Sevika’s staring at her… Craving, but careful. She’s so patient. 

It’s been such a long time — two years since they’ve had any physical connection. Drunken nights, quickies in the locker room showers— the distractions from grief were all put on the back shelf when Vi got into her relationship. Sevika’s a sleaze, not a homewrecker — most times, so she kept her hands to herself out of respect, no matter how many times Violet would catch her staring where she knew was off limits. 

Vi can't get to you, but she can get to Sevika. 

So she yanks her close, dissolves the space between them as their mouths collide with heat and a newfound ache for you in the middle. Sevika’s just as rough as she remembers — pushes her down so her back molds to the floor, entangles a cinched hand in her hair to pull and expose her neck to the attacks. She’s got blotches and teeth marks on her throat — the unrestrained and possessive and her stomach flips. She gasps at the ceiling when her nightshirt shreds under a forceful hand. 

She hasn’t had the heart to have sex in months — propositions were turned down on dozens of occasions because her mind couldn’t focus on enjoying. Every second of euphoria gets overshadowed by hollow, unforgiving guilt. 

You sparked something in her with your forwardness, that curiosity that left her aching to read your mind. Her best friend, too, evidently. 

Every movement is fast. She crawls down her torso with intent — fangs sharp where they leave blood down her sternum. Vi’s fingers pry Sevika’s shirt off, her tongue separating from her waist for mere seconds before reattaching. An eager hand fondly moves her friend’s hair out of her face. 

You want it? Sevika’s eyes read. 

Yes, I want it, please. Vi says aloud. Eager with a twisting hand in her scalp. 

Sevika sends waves through Vi with every wrestle her tongue devotes to her clit. She can’t think of anything but Sevika and you and both of you at the same time; on top of her — you sat on her face while Sevika’s fingers drove inside her. She wants her tongue inside you; unrelenting and feverish until you scream and soak her tongue in your sweetness. 

Sevika eats like she’s hungry. She eats like she misses having her like this and that wounds Vi up tight; it sends shockwaves down her legs. Makes her twitch, but Sevika forces her still with a tight grip on her waist. 

Vi curses with fluttery eyes when a finger — then two, circles around the entrance that aches for a stretching. 

They’re heaven sent when they push in. She’s getting fucked like she’s hated and she loves it. She deserves to feel like nothing; her walls are selfish where they encase the digits that bring her to the sun, massage against every sensitive ridge just how she needs. Her mouth spills with whatever energy she has left within her; slurred and drooled fuck yes yeses. She can barely conjure a warning when her core locks tight, right before she explodes. 

There’s wetness everywhere while she pulses through her pleasure, thighs squeezing around Sevika’s head with every satisfied moan that vibrates on her clit. Tells Violet to give her more and to take it take it take whatever she gives her like she knows she can. 

It’s not until Violet starts sobbing and Sevika’s mouth is dripping wet that she pulls out and separates from her completely. She kisses her pussy gently before shifting to help unlock Violet’s knees. She shivers with every peck that’s trailed up her torso to her chest to her neck. 

Sevika laughs when Vi does, choked and clogged, but elated and genuine. It’s been so long since her body’s felt this light. 

“You needed that. Ya look better already,” Sevika cackles. “Can you stand?” 

“Fuck off, gimme a sec.” Vi shoves playfully at her chest. 

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u/artkiller       3s

guys. 

i love being a liar. it makes me feel alive never let a bitch tell you lying is wrong it literally makes life so much easier!! wishing everyone a good night. 

everything’s going as planned. just one more tally on the board and we’re set

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       20mi

Advice Needed

it’s been 24 hours and my girl who’s not my girl has been texting me nonstop. 

[f21] hello. im in a crisis but a good one? if that’s possible. long story short im in love but not dating the girl im in love with yet. i took some of y’all’s flirting advice and i think it worked. im betting my life that yall do witchcraft. i barely said anything to her and now she won’t me😝😝😝 and tbh… i think her friend won’t me too!!!!! she’s always asking about my day and asking if i ate and if id wanna eat with her but i always decline bc im not ready physically mentally like i’m gonna combust the second she walks up to me i barely survived our first interaction…… but her friend invited me to a party tomorrow night…….. wtf do i wear to that i’ve never been outside before LOL

might get a train ran on me…… WE’LL SEE FRIENDS 

adding her undies to the shrine🩷 yaaaay

CreamTeam • 14mi

bro is she your girlfriend or not? It’s been years at this point. 

     artkiller OP • 12mi

     yes i mean no or yes :)

kewlio313 • 7mi

Wear something that you wouldn’t wear to your parents funeral. Good luck dear 

     artkiller OP • 5mi

     i would whore out if my family died

     kewlio313 • 2mi

     Good God. 

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What does genuine happiness feel like? 

You’re unsure how long you’ve been on your beanbag, but Violet and Sevika have been laughing since you sat down. They’re so relaxed around each other, content with silence. Accepting of failure. 

You’re not a jealous person at all. Far from, actually, but something furies from within whenever you see them — or people, in general, gleeful; the desperation to feel. You haven’t had the privilege. Maybe that’s why you cling to whatever you have with Vi. She has birthed a wanting inside you. A desire for connection after spending decades comforted by the sound of your own voice. Or comments under your posts. 

Violet makes you happy. And Sevika might, too. Just as long as she doesn’t get too close to your light. 

You’re standing right behind Sevika. She can’t see you, but Vi can. Her fear is swiftly overshadowed by delight. She greets you with a smile that makes your heart throb. 

Sevika’s gaze wanders down to your legs, that remain exposed despite the weather, 

“You’re not cold?” She asks. Not exactly the introduction you were expecting, but that makes you giddy. Vi must tell her about you! 

“Yes,” You say with ease, “Y'all should come to my room. It’s warmer there.” 

Vi nods after gawking, 2 books immediately tucked to her chest with her bag on her back. Sevika just laughs. She gets it. You like that. 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       1s

Advice Needed

how do i mentally prepare for sex? (virginity)

literally fucking freezing walking to my room rn with two burly butches that i want to throw me around and i think they’re going to bc they’re not talking to me but the y are very close i don’t want them to see my screen guys im about to have a threesome pls fucking help me

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“Cute room.” Violet says, inspecting your horror movie posters and stuffed animals. 

“Thank you.” You smile. 

I hid the 14 polaroids of you that I had taped to my door. Hope that makes you more comfortable! 

“It’s just you in here?” Sevika chimes, eyes glued to the small bed up against the wall, right next to your PC setup. You should ask if they game afterwards. 

“Yes.” 

Violet takes her jacket off and hangs it on your doorknob. 

“Already takin’ off your clothes?” You plop down onto your freshly made mattress. Both girls look very stiff in your space; Is that normal? Maybe they’re nervous. 

Both girls laugh the same. “Not like that. It is warm in here.” Sevika follows in Vi’s lead, removing her hoodie and her undershirt is squeezing her and yup those arms are still there those muscles are popping out yup yup yup—

“Yeah. I can’t sleep in the cold.” You pat your bedspread for them to sit… and they do. On either side of you. Vi brought her notebook and pencil. Sevika brought her heavily ringed hands. 

She scoffs, “Me neither. Immune system is worse than a newborn’s.” 

“Do you get sick easily?” 

“Yes. I just got over it last week.” 

“Damn…” 

“Almost got me sick,” Violet pins playfully, skimming through her pages. She erases before rewriting. So so so so smart; too bad both her answers were wrong. You’ll show her the way soon enough. 

“Coach would hate me. Her star pupil’s under the weather, what ever shall we do,” Sevika mocks and you both chuckle. 

“The season starts next week. Y’all nervous?” 

“No—“ “Yes—“

“I’m nervous for games, not practice,” Vi corrects, “I can’t find my fuckin’ shoes.” 

“What shoes?” 

“My cleats. My sister got ‘em for me a while ago, wear ‘em every match for good luck. I don’t remember where I fucking put them though.” 

“Aww, ‘m sorry.” 

Sorry for keeping them in my closet. 

“S whatever. Just gotta get new ones.” 

Small talk is boring as fuck, but it continues between you and Vi. Sevika’s quiet as a mouse; every glance in her direction is met with hooded eyes. She’s very focused on your nightstand drawer. Can she see what’s inside it? You hope so; Maybe your unworn thongs will motivate them to move this along. 

“Awww! Wait, you used to play soccer?” 

You already know all this. It’s on her fucking Instagram for fucks sake! 

“On the junior team when I was like… 10! I was—“

Trash. I kept tripping over the fuckin’ ball—

“—And forgetting to tie my shoes. It was a hot fucking mess!” 

Yup. Same as the caption. 

The laughter between you finally quiets. You count 12 seconds in your head. You raise a hand to place it on the Hello Kitty bandage directly under her eye. 

“What happened here?” 

Sevika’s breathing is very calming. 

“Got in a fight,” Vi mumbles. Poor things embarrassed! “Got socked in the eye.” 

“Sorry,” Your hand rests in your lap, “Did I hurt you?”

“You’re good… still stings though. They gotta good one in.”��

“How’d it happen?” 

“Don’t remember honestly.”

“Oh okay.” 

The conversation ends. Another 12 seconds. 

“So… Did you guys fuck after I hung up?” 

Sevika smiles and Vi chokes in shock. They’re so different. No wonder they’re so close. 

“I— sorry, thought we were studying—“

“Who said we were gonna study?” You stare at Vi quizzingly. 

“No one did. We mighta fucked.” Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Oh… was it fun? Whatever it was.”

“Ask her.” She nods in direction of the girl whose face is beet fucking red. How cute! 

“Vi… was it fun?” 

Her eyes droop to the pencil in her hand before flicking it nervously. 

“… I guess.” 

“You guess?”

“That’s what I said.” 

“… Okay.” 

Vi sets her book and pencil on your nightstand before releasing a stuttered sigh. 

“Tell me what happened if ya wanna,” Softness wafts off your tongue. 

Vi swallows, “I… uh…”

“Mhm?”

“We… I didn’t…”

“I gave her head til she cried.” Sevika whispers right in your ear; tickling against your lobe and you’re suddenly winded. Vi’s legs twist until one crosses over the other. 

Gave… Oh…

This isn’t new information. You’re 79% sure Sevika was Vi’s first kiss… or you heard something like that in passing, so why does the sudden confirmation make you wanna hide? Curl into your blankets and shield yourself from both of them? 

“Oh… fun.” Your face burns underneath the skin.

“Very.” 

“Yup…” 

“You’re shy now? After all that?” Sevika almost laughs when your eyes drop to the floor. 

“It’s uh, easier to talk when no one’s actually there.” 

“We coulda been if you’d answered the fucking phone.” 

“… Sorry.” 

“It’s okay, baby.” 

Sevika’s captain of the team for a reason; a leader by nature and Vi allows her to despite her anticipation. She's much closer now, the respectful distance she kept up upon arrival now completely shut, her shoulder touching yours, nearly straddling your leg. 

There’s a light tickle on your thigh; Sevika’s index finger barely grazes the skin exposed beneath the hem of your skirt. 

“You’re so stiff,” She whiffs tender against your neck and you choke a noise. 

“I’m … ‘mscaredtobreathe—“

“Don’t be scared,” Sevika’s whole hand caresses your knee, eases you into her, all while Vi mouths at your neck. “Here, wanna know a secret?”

You release the air in your lungs, “Sure…” 

She’ll never tell, so I will. Your head bobs so encouragingly. 

Vi told me something after she showered that night. 

With every buttery brustle against your shoulder, Vi’s hands gently attack wherever they can reach; the plush of your hips, on your thighs, grabbing at your tummy over your hoodie that takes up too much fucking space for her liking. You can’t stop squirming with every taut pull at the pit of your stomach. 

I was sitting on my bed and she came in, and she smelled so good. I was trying to roll up again, but she took my tray and put it on my dresser… 

Roll up? Tray? What what what the fuck is she saying—

And she got on her knees in front of me… and she looked so fucking cute just staring up at me like that, like she’d do anything to make me happy… She’s sweet like that if she’s in the mood. 

She said ‘may I practice on you, please?’… And I said okay… So she pulls down my underwear and treats me so well. You wanna know who she was practicing for? 

Yes, yes, please—

It was you, baby. She kept telling me how good she wanted to make your first time. 

A strained noise chokes from your throat, and Vi smiles against your ear before her lips close around your lobe and it’s too much they’re too much—

Uh huh, and her tongue felt so fucking good on me. Almost impressive… and she loved every second of it. 

Please… please, I’m— 

Listen to that, Violet, she’s so fucking cute, isn’t she?

So sweet, too. Bet she tastes so fucking good. 

She’s so hungry for you, baby, Sevika coos at you, Gonna stop teasing and give us what we want? 

You agree obediently — desperately, with every thrumming cell you can use at the moment. 

Vi’s benign hand rests on your cheek to turn you towards her before kissing you softly. A gentle peck before she pulls away. It’s overstimulating; Vi kissing and touching you like you’re made of glass while Sevika sucks large bruises on the side of your throat. Your nails dig into the muscular thigh that hardly shakes at your grip in attempts to ground yourself, but they fail because you’re about to faint. 

Your sun kisses you deeper, holds your face tighter to keep you where she needs to tongue at your lips. You’re trying to keep up with her, to use the muscle like she uses hers, but you’re falling behind. They don’t seem to mind, satisfied with the fact that they’re gonna devour you regardless. 

And when Vi lays you back nice and cozy against your pillows while Sevika kisses all over your face, you know you’re fucked. 

—

Sevika and Vi take turns kissing you. 

It’s a messy and uncoordinated mess of teeth and saliva, mainly because of you, but you like it. You love it. You hope they do, too. The warmth of their bodies beside you resonates deep in your core. Whenever one of them pulls away, the next is more than open to take her place, over and over. Your thighs are already shaking. 

Your hoodies raised up thanks to Vi’s wandering hands, tucked right above your rib cage. Your stomach jolts when a feathery finger teases at the band of your skirt. 

“You ticklish?” Vi mutters against your cheek. 

“… Nope.” 

“Yes—” She swipes the same finger against your exposed skin and you jump with a giggle, “you are. Liar.”

“Fuck you!” 

“Yeah… I really, really want to.”

She doesn’t give you time to think of a response; just kisses you one last time before climbing onto her knees. Meanwhile, Sevika’s struggling to get comfortable in your bed. She’s essentially on top of you, both her legs wrapped around one of yours. 

“Fucking — small ass mattress! I forgot how much I hate these!” 

“S-Sorry! Couldn’t afford anything else — mmh!”

Sevika reconnects your mouths while the bed dips beside you. Then there’s lips on your tummy. 

Laughter explodes outta you; Sevika can’t help but laugh into your mouth while Vi nibbles at your pudge. Her grin glows on your skin before her tongue glides on your hip. Her attention stays there; sloppy noises from above and below, your gasps swallowed with every bite Vi gives you. 

You hardly register her pulling your skirt down. You’re just colder. And fuzzier in the head. Sevika breaks away to ask, 

“How wet is she?”

Huh— oh she’s not talking to you yup yup—

“Come see.” 

Sevika rises from position and you’re even colder. When she whistles at the spot on your underwear, your thighs squeeze shut… for 000.3 seconds before she pries them open again. 

“Stop I’ll fucking cry—“

“Cry about what? That’s so fucking hot. You’re so cute, baby.” 

“Bro I wanna die—“

Sevika rolls her eyes, “Bust one last time at least, damn.” 

“Can we make it quick please I’m already on the verge—“

“Of cumming?” Sevika purrs.

“Of suicide—“

Vi’s in hysterics. You shouldn’t be this fucking funny. She watches you and Sevika go back and forth with tears in her eyes. 

You bite, “Wonky ass foreplay—“

“I’ll strangle you—“

“I’ll like it—“

Both of you are fucking stupid. Neither of you notice Vi tugging your panties down. She almost starts drooling at the sight of your pussy. Swallows down the lump of saliva before it can drip down her chin. You’re wet and throbbing and pretty and you smell like heaven. 

You gasp when two curious fingers separate your sticky lips; strings of slick cling to Vi’s digits. Sevika watches with an insatiable hunger.

“What do you like?” Vi whispers, and you shrug. 

“I dunno, I’m new here.” 

She rolls her eyes, “I mean what do you do when you touch yourself? 

“I don’t do that.” 

“Never?” Both girls exclaim. 

You shake your head. “I tried once and nothing happened so I just ate spaghetti and went to bed.” 

“Were you wet?” 

Vi’s forbearing with her inquiries, but still, you’re on the fucking spot and you might start sneezing from anxiety. They’re too patient with you; Maybe you’ve been misreading how they were in bed this entire time. You were expecting them to be knuckles deep in every available hole by now. 

You’ve never been so nervous, and for you, that’s saying a lot. “I don’t remember, it was years ago.” 

“You’ve never used toys or anything?” 

“I… No.”

Sevika stares at Vi, and Vi at Sevika, and you at the wall. 

Your thighs twitch when velvet nuzzles at them, Vi’s voice deep as the ocean. “I’m gonna try something, tell me if you like it and I’ll keep going… okay?” 

You can’t formulate a response but your head bounces in approval. A finger applies the gentlest of pressure on your clit and you expel a wheeze. 

“Okay?” Sevika hums from above you, a hand easing underneath your hoodie to massage your breast. 

“Ye-ah—“

“Sit up for me, honey,” She whispers and you obey so she can creep in behind you, your back resting against her chest. Both her hands rub at your chest this time, her fingers massage your nipples while Vi strokes your clit in slow, teasing circles. 

“How’s this feel, babe?” 

“G— good! Great… h-hooray?” How do pornstars dirty talk so eloquently? You’re literally fucking dying right now. Sevika laughs to herself in your neck and your chest burns. 

“Yeah? And this?” She utters right before pressing in, flicking you from side to side and your core squeezes tight. You’re dripping and she watches so closely. 

“Oh fuck—“

“There she is, good girl, just feel what she’s givin’ you.” Sevika rasps against your shoulder. 

You are feeling and it’s too much for your body to comprehend. Your brain’s never been this focused on one thing. On one feeling, especially one this enjoyable. It’s so good it’s so good you love your fucking girlfriend—

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum?” Vi says against your soft skin

“Uhh…? I— oh god—“

“Getting there, baby? Feel how tight you’re getting? I can see it.”

2 ragged inhales and your eyes roll back and your jaw slacks and your nose tickles oh shit—

“Yeah, yeah, give it to me, c’mon—“

ACHOO!

Your thigh squeezes shut when euphoria overtakes your entire system; thighs clamping shut around Vi’s wrist while she giggles and rubs out your pleasure with ease because she’s stronger than you. Your initial efforts of staying as silent as possible were in vain because you’re squealing your little head off. Sevika rests back on her hands and watches like a hawk while you thrash and clench and leak all over her roommate’s hand. 

“Good job. Felt nice, hm?” 

You struggle to nod because you’re still cumming so hard and her fingers won’t cease on you. Your thighs stick together with your wetness. 

“I’m still eating you out, you know that, right?”

Your whines of approval sound wounded. 

You couldn’t see it, but when Vi finally pulled her hand from you, slurping noises swiftly followed, alongside Sevika’s hums of satisfaction. 

Mentally preparing for your burial. 

—

Vi might be obsessed with you. 

She’s back in her original position between your thighs — with Sevika this time because she’s greedy — and fuck she’s never been so antsy to give head. She loves it and she loves getting it even more… at least she thought so. The aliens could come crashing down from the clouds and her first focus would still be getting you to soak her face. 

You’re fully undressed now, minus a sock; its twin slipped off some fucking where but she couldn’t give a fuck. She’s so desperate to touch you again. It plagues her mind; stuffed with everything that she’s learned about you thus far. You sneeze before you orgasm for fucks sake that’s the cutest shit ever —

Can I?

She’s asking you and you’re whispering yes, please and fuck you moan so pretty when she first glides her tongue on you. Sevika allows her to ease you into the feeling, but she stays close enough to see every drop of slick that glides on Vi’s tongue. You’re so noisy and she loves that. All she can think about is how loud you’d be with your face in her pillow and your hands behind your back while she —

Vi! Violet! I’m cumming again! 

You’re a fucking dream. An insane fucking freaky ass dream. 

If anyone were to walk past your room right now, they’d be appalled at the ruckus that permeates through your space; sloppy sucking noises and encouraging praises and dehumanizing name calling that makes you grind your hips faster. You’re nearly riding her fucking face. 

Vi wishes she could see you in entirety; memorize every thrust and wriggle you give into her face, drowning her in your scent and juices and everything she could ever want in this moment. You’re exactly what she needed; a pliant distraction. You turn her mind off so easily. 

Sevika’s greedy and selfish as she raises one of your legs up with ease. You fall back onto the mattress with your back arched to the skies, a cracked wail squeezing from your lungs when another tongue smushes against your clit. Sevika sucks hard at your clit when Vi’s tongue swirls down to meet your entrance. The eager muscle wastes no time to shove inside and catch whatever bursts from you. 

She moves on autopilot; eases one finger past your pulsing heat and your legs start to shake. The digit curls deep inside, plunges into you with vigor and determination to get you there, hits a spot that almost lands her a kick in the back of her head, but she catches you; curls an arm around your thigh to keep you still. 

And the night — or afternoon or morning, none of you remember, continues like that until you’re drained completely dry and your body contracts from memory. 

Hours pass when Sevika and Vi finally start tonguing each other down for your viewing pleasure, and it starts all over again. 

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r/AskReddit

u/artkiller       1s

2 butches are sleeping next to me rn… 

never let a hoe tell you to stop following your dreams. i’ve been following mine for almost 3 years and now they’re sleep next to me…. 

#HAPPYPRIDE

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Creator Spotlight: @mimimar

Hi! I’m Michelle (Mimimar), an illustrator born and raised in Venezuela, currently based in Italy. I enjoy making colorful illustrations that reflect the things I love: fairy tales, fantasy, tenderness and queer (especially sapphic) stories. Occasionally, I also make paper dolls, comics and animatics. I have a lot of interest in book illustration and I’m currently developing my own stories that I hope to share as an author-illustrator someday!

Check out our interview with Michelle below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I always enjoyed drawing when I was a kid, but it only became a hobby that I did almost every day when I was around 11. At first I only used traditional mediums, but I decided to make a serious effort to learn how to draw digitally when I was 15, and once I got the hang of it I never stopped!

I didn’t go to art school so all of my learning was done through studying the tutorials and resources that other artists generously share on the internet and lots of practice / trial and error.

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

I want to do many things but what I want to do the most right now is work on books! I want to make art for other authors’ stories and also my own stories as an author-illustrator. I want to grow as a storyteller and create art and stories that will really resonate with people emotionally. I’m always striving to improve my skills as well.

I also really love dolls, so working on doll box art or as a doll designer is something I would love to do someday. I actually have been designing paper dolls on my Patreon for the past few months, it’s been a fun project that is still ongoing right now!

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?

Probably using a lot of purple! It’s my favorite color so I find myself using it a lot. If I can find a way to sneak a little bit of purple into an illustration or a character design then I will.

Congratulations on finishing your Ivy Comic! Did the outcome turn out like how you expected or were there some unexpected bumps along the way?

Thank you! It’s a project that I worked on very slowly in between other art because I wanted to really take my time with every spread and make each of them a fully detailed illustration. I thumbnailed the full comic before starting but I kept changing the sketch for the final spread until the very end! Overall I’m really proud of the end result. I sprinkled a lot of hidden details in every page that I hope some of the readers will notice. For example: the meanings of the flowers in each page represent what the characters are feeling in that moment, and the colors of their wardrobe become gradually lighter as the story progresses to represent their emotions, as well as the changing of seasons.

We’ve noticed that you have created some amazing cover art for TGCF. Is there another series you would like to do something similar with? 

That was another passion project that took some time to complete. Initially, I didn’t intend for them to be specifically covers, it was just a series of illustrations based on the 5 books/main arcs of TGCF. But since they were well-received and I had people telling me they wish they could use them as covers for their books, I decided to rework them into dust jackets for the english translation of TGCF!

I haven’t thought of any other specific series but I love doing cover art so maybe I’ll do something similar again in the future!

What’s your favorite part of your style? Why?

I’ve heard from other people that there’s a delicate quality to my art, this is something that I like a lot! I like pretty things, fairytales and vibrant colors. I think all of these things probably reflect in the art I make as well.

If there is one thing you want your audience to remember about your work, what would it be?

I hope that they remember how it made them feel. Feelings and colors are the two things I give priority to in my work. Most of the time I like depicting tenderness, softness and emotional intimacy. If that could reach the viewer and stay with them it would make me very happy. 

I make a lot of art with queer (mainly sapphic) themes because they’re the kind of stories I personally like and want to see more of, so whenever people tell me that my art has helped them in their journey to discover and accept themselves, or that they see themselves and their partner in my art, it is always extremely meaningful to me. When art that I made to give myself comfort can provide comfort for others, no matter how small, it reminds me once again that despite any hardships art is genuinely worth pursuing.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

So many artists! To name a few:  I love @sakizo’s amazing eye for fashion and detail,  @paneeps’ gorgeous style and striking colors,  the sweetness of @bevsi’s art,  @vickisigh’s pretty colors and concepts,  @idledee’s warm and heartfelt art,  @littlestpersimmon’s dreamy wonderful art,  and @loish has been an inspiration for as long as I can remember.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, Michelle! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @mimimar.

[easyboyrecliner]

THE FOOL. “the embrace of new beginnings”

gravity falls dr : a look into jo morgan’s messy day : diary entry

It’s the second of June. A month and few days until my birthday. And the first month of living in this town has passed. I’ve been working for Stan Pines for a few weeks now. And I enjoy it thoroughly. He is nice, if he pretends not be grumpy. Quite funny too. He is like an uncle to me and he makes sure I am comfortable at work.

dad woke me at ten, because I had to work at twelve. i grabbed mikkel and ventured downstairs. the kitchen awaited me and cornflakes was my food of choice. stole some of my father’s bacon, because who is he to deny his only daughter? we ate in silence, the radio accompanied us. dad usually listens to old movie soundtracks when he is cooking, it’s very comforting. mikkel ate too and then he left to go sunbathe on the porch. he is lazy but he makes up for it for being adorable.

the second i am already on the stairs upstairs, dad calls out to me.

“Is wendy sleeping here tonight?” He asked. because he forgot about it, most likely. so I do what a tired person would do, nod. just smile and wave boys, thank you skipper for that valuable life lesson. wendy, has a license and a car, so after work she’ll drive us home, very cozy. I don’t, cars scare me. especially after I got into an accident with shaggy last year. never again, I tell myself. I mean I trust shaggy, I whole heartedly do but not after spending two nights in the hospital.

the second i am back in my room I am contemplating what to wear. because what do i wear? i love sweaters, they’re a part of me as much as i am a part of them. and it’s a kinda hot day.

after ten minutes of debating what to wear i settle on a white maxi skirt, a tank top and a simple forest green sweater. makeup…not at that hour. it was too early and I really only wear it on special occasions. yet i do my hair, it’s curly and a mess to deal with. i hate styling it, please send help.

half an hour later:

done, i am in the car now. I wished my precious ducklings goodbye, mikkel did not care about me leaving. rude. dad was outside already and waited for me. informing me that one of our horses are sick and he’ll have to take it to the vet. poor priscilla.

i am currently finding myself staring out the window. because who am i not to stare outside the window? boring? gods no. i think of the unicorn i saw last week. was it a unicorn? is my imagination playing tricks on me? unicorns aren’t real…are they? i mean i wished for them to be real when i was younger, because they were so mystical and pretty. the last unicorn didn’t help my fascination, not at all. but how come that gravity falls is so strange and yet no one actually cares? I swear i saw a gnome too… oh! We are there! Fuck—

after work:

I hate Robbie. I hate his stupid friends. I hope he falls down a flight of stairs and never recovers. What does Wendy see in him anyway? If she likes an emo, i can surely…anyway I won’t entertain that train of thought.

his friends come bursting in, while I stand behind the cashier. Wendy? Nowhere in sight. Soos? Fixing the plumbing. Stan? Giving the tourists a tour.

And there were no other people than me and them. It was awkward at first. They kept glancing at me, I kept glancing at them. No one dared break the ice.

I think Tambry is acceptable, so is…Thompson? The rest? I am losing my mind. Nate and Lee were testing my patience with their bullshitting. Robbie kept looking me dead in the eye, as if he was contemplating my literal death. There I stood, glaring back at him with the very same look in my eyes. Our hatred is mutual.

There were some others I didn’t recognize and didn’t speak to. Three of them actually. A blonde guy, kinda cute…kinda dumb. Too blonde-beach waves. He gave California surfer boy energy. Though he does seem very nice. he just has poor luck with thinking! The apparent grandson of McGucket. Quite unfortunate for him.

The other is…dark, broody, tall and mysterious. I’d say pretty if I was in a good mood…how do I put it…he was so quiet it actually unsettled me. And he just kept glancing my way??? If you want to talk to me, do come up to me. I wouldn’t will fuck it up! Did he think I was pretty?Anyway, he didn’t really speak. If he did, very quiet. Even as he spoke with fake-surfer boy. Was very quiet, even when Wendy came and decided to save me. She is my angel, actually.

There was a third one, did some bullshit with Nate and Lee until Wendy came. Curls…pretty? Jolyne, no. Jolyne, Yes. I wanted to steal his shirt, it was striped (black and white). He should take it as a compliment really. Kinda a dork. But uhm once he noticed I was glaring at him he stopped doing bullshit and he even smiled at me. I fainted on the inside.

But the moment that nearly brought me to tears in front of the people whom I absolutely did not like (expect you tambry), was Robbie being an absolute shithead. I won’t go into detail, because just thinking of it makes me so utterly angry. He is a dick. End of story. Fuck him.

Wendy came an hour later, noticed my expression and basically just sent me to Stan’s kitchen and worked the rest of my shift. I will make it up to her! I ended up drawing and texting my friends. That was it basically.

At five pm, me and Wendy drove home. it was silent, she knew that I was still kinda mad/sad from earlier and she decided not to press on it. But once we got home she made sure I was comfortable. We ate dinner (dad made some great lasagna) and then crashed upstairs in my room. Mikkel was back, my happiness was back too. And we ended up watching Glee. Even though we both hate the show. She is asleep as I am writing this, I truly hope my frantic writing doesn’t wake her up.

first entry, kinda nervous. I wrote this as if I already shifted there because that’s easier for me to channel myself ykkk??

taglist: @briiverse , @miainbetween , @l22na4 , @ladigube , @ashstwr , @aliyahshiftsx , @marcellasdiary , @bleedintosun , @killvrkvnt , @auroraisleaving , @sorenverse , @rumitome , @dracuthea

[gothic-thoughts]

Hello! 👋🏾 Your knight!Ghost and Princess!reader was so fun to read｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

If you feel like it, Could you do a continuation? Like where ghost escorts her through the village because she kept complaining about it( and maybe they do something semi-public, like in the carriage or any alleyway)

Or maybe something risky in the palace, or just furthering their escapades in her bedroomJust some ideas!

I write too, so I get if you're not inspired by this or if you are and it takes a while lol

just hope it sparked some ideas(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

All of them did thx sm 🙏🏾💙💙 I made this story a lot deeper than it was 😅😅 long story incoming

Part 1 is right here, but it's not required to read this tho

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The Truth

Ghost Riley x Black Fem Reader Angsty Smut

MDNI, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, Black Knight!Ghost

CW: a lil angsty corruption kink??, semi-public smashing (castle library), afab parts, talking through it, fingering, riding

Word Count: 2525 (give or take)

Even after Ghost touched her in the bathtub, the Princess was still hellbent on seeing the fountain near the village entrance or the village in general, and not just from her balcony. The Black Knight wasn’t verbally rejecting her request anymore, opting to stand there with folded arms and cold eyes.

"What the hell is so special about that damn fountain, anyway?"

“I don't know! I’ve seen people throw coins into it after making a wish and I have to try it! It’s unfair!”

"What’s unfair is you being so hellbent on getting yourself killed. Are you in denial at how dangerous your town is?”

“Ugh, now you sound like my father; it's our village, why would my people want to hurt me?”

He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened.

"You...think... the people in this village actually care about you?"

“Um, of course they do.” She laughs, backing up, “Did you forget I’m the princess? They may not know me to love me, but they surely care.”

"Oh they care alright— they care how easy you’ll be to rob... or worse.”

“Oh please, Simon, that’s a bit dramatic.”

“The moment you walk out there unprotected, they'd rip you apart. Just be thankful you haven’t been caught by anyone out there when you sneak out."

“I don't believe that...”

"You don't believe it?"

“No.”

“Jesus, your father’s a worse King than I thought. Makes sense he’s an even worse father.”

“Hey! He may be a pain, but watch your tongue.”

“I’ll watch my tongue when he goes back in time and tells his daughter what people do when they’re desperate, especially the people in this town. Because I can tell you holding people for ransom, robbing and even killing is never off the table— they might even do it for fun.”

“Simon, stop!”

He laughs, “You know what, I’ll teach you myself. Maybe there’s a book in the library on betrayal and human nature.”

“You mean any book in there that I somehow haven't read a thousand times?”

“Let’s go, it'll give you something to do besides complain and piss me off all night."

Ghost steps out of the way to reveal the door across her room, gesturing for her to take the lead, allowing (Y/n) to lead. Once in the library, the Princess walked through the biology books, calling out everyone that she’d read already— and she was right, it was most if not all. They then moved to the history book aisle, her fingers skimming past all the books' spines while her guard followed close behind silently, watching.

“Find anything yet?”

She groans, turning to face him. “Of course not, maybe because I read all these already! Ugh, besides some of them are missing.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean missing?”

“These books have been lost for forever, I think.”

“And nobody has tried to look for them?"

“I don't know, my father told me they went missing around the time he became King.”

“Around? Lost? What could've possibly happened to these books for them to just disappear?"

“I don't know, perhaps they were lost in the move...”

He almost laughs, "Lost in the move?"

“Don’t laugh! He’s not of royal blood, he was elected in by the old King before he passed!”

“Oh, I know; the biggest news in the land was when a common blacksmith took his place.”

“Simon—” 

“But you’ve never seen a bookstore, so you wouldn’t know that most books don’t look like...” He gestures to the golden spines on the shelves, “...This. So a common blacksmith couldn’t have bought them.” 

“I... I-I don’t know! I never really noticed or thought about until now... I was too young and they’re just books so I never asked again...”

"Good, you're learning.”

“Why would he hide books...?”

Ghost crossed his arms, giving (Y/n) a look as if it were a rhetorical question.

"Do you really have to ask? There is a reason he keeps you in this castle, isolated and dumb like this."

She blinks, “...Because I'm young...?”

“Because your father knows what those villagers are capable of."

“But all the times I snuck out, the few people I met were nice... They had to have known, the only thing I don't wear is my jewelry.”

"Why’s that?”

“In case something falls off while I'm sneaking out and leaves evidence to my routes...”

He chuckled, "You may be craftier than I initially thought."

“I'm naïve, not stupid.”

The Princess starts to walk to the bookkeeper’s desk to see if the books are over there, impressing Ghost with her newfound determination. She climbs over the desk and crouches under to look for the books and to her surprise, there is a stack of missing books sitting right where the bookkeeper would be standing. She gasps and grabs them, standing back up to place the 10 books on the desk for Ghost to see while she reads off the titles.

“So, she...” (Y/n) trails off, “The bookkeeper knew about this too...”

"Do you trust her?”

“I trust all the staff... at least I did.” The Princess gasps, “That's why he hired you to watch me— cuz a Black Knight wouldn't be as lenient with me as a palace guard.”

He smiled and uncrossed his arms. "You're catching on, Princess. Well done."

“Should I read them...? I feel like it maybe too much information, especially in one night.”

“I could give you a summary of what might be in those books.”

“What, then tell me!”

"Do you really want to hear my thoughts, Princess?”

“Yes, all of them, everything.” 

“You aren't going to like it.”

“That’s probably why it was hidden from me, isn’t it?”

The Princess carefully jumps back over the desk and adjusts her nightgown before walking over to the lounging area of the library, causing a sly smirk to slowly form on his lips somewhat amused by her eagerness. She sat on the couch closest to the fireplace while Ghost stood in front of the couch opposite of her, silently gathering his thoughts before walking closer to (Y/n)’s sitting form.

"Your people are not kind." His boots thumped as he walked closer, “You're smart to sneak out at night because not only will the guards bring you back, but your townspeople are some of the most aggressive, opportunistic people I've ever encountered."

(Y/n)’s smile fades, eyes widening as they search his eyes for any sign of a joke.

"Maybe it was the King before your father or the one before that, but your father has yet to try to do anything about it.”

“Well, he—” 

“And he won't." He knelt before the couch and looked her straight in the eyes, "And you know how I know?"

She swallows thickly, shaking her head. Ghost leans closer, his hands gripping the arm of the couch as he leans forward.

"Because in the time he became king to right this second, he had a goddamn daughter that's now 20 years old.”

Her jaw dropped with a sharp inhale. Her eyes slowly drifted to the floor where he was crouching, heart panging as a sick feeling of guilt bubbled in the pit of her stomach.

“He had over 2 decades to do something about the people in this town— but didn't. And now here you are, sitting in this palace not knowing a goddamn thing about the place you're meant to rule.”

“He wouldn’t, he’s just... He....”

“Now, I don't blame you, how could I? You're the only one who's in the dark about all this because he doesn't want his ‘precious daughter’ hurt.”

“See? He cares... about me at least...” 

“And I don’t doubt he was going to keep this from you until you became Queen to make it your burden."

“What, no... My father—”

“Planned on teaching you nothing before shoving you into your new position? That's why I hate him-- that's why I could give a damn about consequences, ‘cuz there are none. Not even for touching his daughter in her bathtub."

(Y/n) gasps, looking back up with wide eyes and a burning face, the sight forcing an amused smirk to appear under the Black Knight’s mask.

"Oh don't look so horrified.” He rested his hand on her thigh, caressing the inside just like he did in the bath, “Remember, you tried to seduce me first."

Her thighs tremble, closing under the blue silk of the sleeping gown, “Then you already got your revenge; you don't have to taunt like this.”

"I'm not taunting you, Princess. Merely telling you all my thoughts, just like you asked. And I do so enjoy how easy it is to get a rise out of you.”

He continued to rub his hand along her inner thigh, a sly smile under that skull mask of his.

She scoffs, “But when I do so, it's wrong...”

"You need to be careful how you go about things, Princess.”

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes. For example, your method of 'accidentally' forgetting your towel is a very subtle tactic and if I was one of your stupid palace guards, I would've fallen for it. But mine...” He suddenly gripped her thigh firmly and separated it from the other, making her gasp, “Is much more direct.”

“Then.... You should teach me more...”

He chuckled softly and shook his head, his hand started to slowly slide further up her thigh, “And what makes you think I'd be willing to teach you a goddamn thing like this?”

“Because you're the only one that's taught me anything.”

He paused for a second to think. 

"Put your legs on my shoulders and lean back."

“R-Right now?”

“No time like present. Especially, we’re less likely to get found.”

Looking down at him, the Princess slowly leans back on the couch and places the soles of her feet on him, the chill of his armored shoulders making her shiver. He smiled under his mask as his hand slipped under her gown to trace small circles on the inside of her thighs. He slowly lifted the silk over his head and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the couch cushions until he was sure she couldn't see his face before finally tugging his mask under his chin. She gasps when he tugs her underwear to the side before gripping the armrest of the couch at the feeling of his warm, plump lips wrapping around her tiny bud.

Ghost’s tongue gently caresses sensitive clit in circles in a way her fingers have never done. She looked down at her dress where his head was with a slack jaw in shock at his ability to make her feel this good already. His fingers were one thing but this was another. Every lick and swirl of his tongue was another whine or squirm from her, causing Ghost to grip her thighs even firmer.

“O-Oh my gods... How are you...?”

“Hush... Shh...” His voice was muffled, his mouth refusing to stop, “Just feel...”

“But it’s too good... I don’t know what to do...”

She could feel her smirk against her folds before sucking harder until her legs tremble as they try to close around his head. Try. He closes his eyes as he angles her hips upward to be able to push his tongue inside, slurping and flicking her insides with soft grunts from under her sleeping gown. (Y/n)’s hips buck and stutter until she finally cums with a yelp of his name.

He retracts his tongue from her and watches her cunt pulse while listening to her pants and gasps from inside the silk. He then drags his tongue across her folds one last time, cleaning off her excess slick before pulling his mask back up and standing up to nonchalantly sit next to her quivering body. She pants, turning her head to aim her glassy eyes at him. 

“Wh-what now?”

“Now...” He slowly undoes his belt, “You’re gonna sit on my lap and give yourself some pleasure.”

“But I thought the man was supposed to be on top of the woman.”

Ghost chuckles, “That’s one way of doing it. But I don’t wanna be too rough on you for your first time so I’ll let you take over. So c’mon, you’re wet enough.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widen as his hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock, letting it stand erect from his pants. She takes a deep breath.

“So that’s why you...”

“Ate you out? Part of the reason; it’s also just a way to get you even more turned on.”

The Princess slowly climbs onto Ghost’s lap and straddles him while holding his shoulders to keep her soaking wet cunt hovered above his tip. His chin was angled up, observing how her nervous gaze looked all around, seemingly worried about his size so the knight softly grabbed her hips to get her attention.

“Oi.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Relax... Remember, you’re in control and I’m right here.”

With that notion, she slowly lowered herself onto him, biting her lip to keep her discomforting groans from echoing in the library. Her fingers dug into the metal of his shoulder armor as her body adjusted to him—  the slick from her earlier orgasm helping like he said it would and more than she thought. Her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes shut tight from every inch but suddenly fly open when his cockhead hits something inside her— something his fingers and tongue hit, but somehow even better. The Black Knight stifles his laugh with a groan.

“You felt that huh?” His voice drops to a whisper, “Hit it again.”

With the guidance of his hands, the Princess lifts and drops herself on his cock, hitting her spot over and over again and understanding what he meant by giving herself some pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut again as she creates her own slow, steady rhythm up and down on his lap, her ass lightly slapping against his thighs with each drop. Ghost groans, making her open her eyes in time to see his head tilt back on the couch with his own eyes shut.

“Are you alright?”

“Never better....” He pants, “Never fucking better, just keep going.”

“Can I go faster?”

“Fuck, please yes.”

Her hands grip his shoulders harder and she bounces faster, whimpering at the way his thick, veiny shaft drags against her walls. His pants come through his mask, making his hands tighten on her hips. The Princess leans forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder to which he pulls her closer, pressing their chests together. His arms wrap around her and his hands hold her ass cheeks to help her bounce faster, their grunts and moans softly echoing off the walls along with the slapping crackling of the fireplace. It wasn’t long before her hips started to grind back and forth on his lap to fight off the growing pressure in her body.

“No, keep going. That’s a good thing.” He murmurs, loving the fluttering clenches around his cock, “A great fuckin’ thing, keep doing that ‘til you’re done.”

“What about—”

“I’m the teacher, all you gotta worry about is keeping that pretty voice down.”

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(a/n): sorry its so late loves, I got a cold and then a job lmao🤣😂

[heesera]

formerly, heesera. ♡ PINNED

i have been writing since i was 13 years old. it was my escape outlet, somewhere i could go when i truly needed to express my feelings, especially since i’m not good at expressing them through words. writing on enhablr is something i wouldn’t ever take for granted, especially when i’ve made so many friends that i’m still close with, friends who are like home to me. 

and while i’m grateful for the platform i’ve built, i also wish i hadn’t built this. i’ve been harassed by anons, people behind anons for months. i’ve spoke out about being harassed, and instead of mere sympathy — i was met with more harassing anons. people telling me i’ve got a victim complex and mentality. 

i never wanted to push the idea of being the victim or having this so called victim mentality, i just wanted to speak up about what i was going through, honestly thinking it was the right thing to do. i used to always brush off every hate anon / harassing anons id get, but really it does get to a point. a point where it’s mentally exhausting to come on here and act as if everything is okay and continue to write as if everything is okay. 

i’m human, and i have made terrible mistakes and decisions. i’ve learned from them and i’ve grown past them. it has been months, months and years since a lot of those situations, and somehow i’m still getting harassed about it. which sucks, because i just want to move on. i’m not perfect, i never claimed to be. i never wanted to be seen as perfect. somehow, i’m seen as this mean person, this toxic individual who always gets herself into drama. 

that’s not me. 

that’s not who i am, that’s not what i stand for. i’m not that toxic person people claim i am. i’m not the dramaholic who enjoys getting herself into situations. if you know me personally, known me to the point where we can have deep conversations and share our thoughts about things — you would know i’m not what people think i am. 

nobody has their right to make an assumption about me, especially when you’ve never spoken to me, or got the chance to know me on that level. you don’t get the right to perceive me the way you do, especially when you were never nice to me. kindness is a two way street, and if you can’t give kindness — you don’t get it in return. 

i’ve been mentally hurt by this community, to the point where quitting sounds fun. when it’s not actually fun, quitting something that brings you peace and makes you happy … it’s sad and disheartening. i’ve been betrayed by people i once considered my friends, who helped me learn to branch out and be more open and social. those same friends betrayed me when i was in a very vulnerable position. i’ve been bad mouthed on platforms i wasn’t even able to defend myself on .. being told i was weird, how i’m toxic. i barely get treated like a human in this community and it makes me sick to my stomach. 

these past couple months hasn’t been easy, i lost my boyfriend. we got back together and it was just a never ending cycle of staying and leaving.  i got betrayed again, by people i tried to let get to know me, to know the real me. the beautiful side of me that unfortunately only my closest friends and mutuals can see. logging on everyday to see an anon telling me “why am i still here?” “nobody fucks with me anymore so why am i here.” i’m treated as if i’m a dart board, and people just throw darts at me; thinking i can handle it. but the truth is, i can’t handle it.

it genuinely makes me question, why am i still here? 

i’m a delicate soul, a sensitive one too .. those words affect me, they stay with me. just like you, i hurt, i cry, i get upset easily. 

even though i know my worth, i know why i’m here. i’m here to share my favorite form of expression; writing. nothing can undo the amount of pain i endured these two years, absolutely nothing. i’m constantly reminded of my mistakes, constantly harassed. nobody should ever be harassed in a community where it’s all about sticking with one another and being a whole. 

this isn’t why i joined tumblr, to be harassed. which is why i feel as if my time here is cut short. i want to write, my itch for writing will never go away. but i can’t continue to write under a community where i’m constantly and continuously disrespected and harassed. 

i’m not blaming anyone for anything, or saying it’s anyone’s fault — but honestly if the shoe fits, wear it. if you dislike the taste of me speaking out about what i went through, suck it up like the mature person you claim to me and move on. i’ve been silent for too long, my emotions and true feelings pent up. i’m done with that. done with this.  thank you to those who read this til the very end, this isn’t a goodbye, but maybe for now it is. 

[writingviv04]

That’s My Girl

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Remus Lupin x reader

Remus’ girlfriend trying to show off in front of James and Sirius. (she’s a good girl 🎀)

Word count: 1,045

TW: Pre-established dom/sub dynamics, she calls Remus daddy (cry about it), lots of pet names, slight voyeurism, spanking, smoking, uhhhh this is freaky, but casually freaky. No actual spice. If it ain’t your speed that’s okay.

I look through the thick haze of smoke from my spot on the stairs and look for the couch Remus is sprawled across. One prefect perk was that we got a little mini-common room of his own. Unfortunately, that meant that Sirius and James were here, almost constantly. Tonight though, I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. This is my space just as much as theirs. He is my daddy after all, my sir! I take a steeling breath before making my way to Rem.

I am in a baby pink nighty with cap sleeves that barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Remus loves me in them, especially with nothing underneath. Well tonight, he can love them in front of his friends. I felt a little empowered as I walked past Sirius and James, feeling their eyes on my bare legs as I sauntered over to Rem.

Remus is leaned back in the couch, thighs spread wide and head titled back as he blows a plume of smoke in the air. Rem says I’m not allowed to smoke or do any of the fun stuff him and the boys do. He only indulges right after the full moon as a way to re-centering himself. I can’t say I blame him. I walk right up to him and stop between his spread legs, smiling innocently. I know I’m supposed to be in bed but, I missed him. Surely he will understand.

Apparently Rem finally noticed the silence that has fallen in the room and he looks up and sees me, standing there in front of him. I’ve lost a little of my confidence now that he is looking at me and I quickly fidget with them hem of my night gown. Remus doesn’t move, doesn’t even speak at first. He just looks me up and down lazily, like he’s savoring me. I feel heat rise in my face at his perusal.

“Baby.” Remus says and I know he wants me to make eye contact with him. I shyly look at him through my eyelashes.

“Yes sir?” I ask, using my manners to try and appear as innocent as possible, even though I know coming down and flaunting my little outfit in front of his friends will make him boil with possessiveness.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, petal?” he asks, his voice thick with smoke and his eyes never leaving mine.

“I- I missed you daddy” I say, pouting prettily, sticking out my bottom lip. I sway slightly, the little nightgown swishing around my hips.

“Did she just say-“ James starts but is silenced by a swat from Sirius. I know I should feel embarrassed but instead I feel heat of another kind burning in me. I like showing off, I like flaunting the fact that he is mine and I am his.

“You missed me?” Remus says, tilting his head cockily. “I told you I would be up later baby. I am asking why you came prancing down here in next to nothing when you knew daddy would have a crowd.” His voice never grows above a low volume, making his correction that much clearer. He never raises his voice, ever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get in trouble.

“I’m sorry.” I say, pouring prettily again to try and get out of trouble. “I forgot.” I lie but I try to make it look convincing.

Remus’s face tells me immediately that was not a good call. He says nothing but pats his thigh in a ‘sit down’ motion and I quickly oblige. I happily settle myself down onto his thigh, immediately comforted by the contact. I plan to nuzzle in but before I can a loud smack fills the room and a harsh sting spreads across my backside.

“Ouch!” I whine, looking at Remus with a pout and a little shock. He just spanked me in front of his friends…and I wish I could deny the blush that I felt quickly spreading over my chest.

“You wanna show off, huh bunny? You wanna come down here and show Prongs and Pads how good you are for me?” Remus asks in a whisper, but I feel the eyes of the other two burning into me.

Tears pool in my eyes as he swats my thigh this time, demanding an answer. I feel embarrassment flood me but greater than the shame is a keen sense of arousal. I did want to show off. I wanted to show that I could be a good girl, and I didn’t care if there were spectators. Plus, James and Sirius had been close to you two for a long, long time. They had plenty of kinky exploits and I knew Remus wouldn’t have allowed this conversation to happen if he hadn’t talked to them first. Even still, I take a quick peek over my shoulder to make sure. Sirius is leaned back, smirking at the scene and James is flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted. I turn back to Remus with more bravado than I feel and say “Yes sir.” I feel exceptionally proud as he lazily grins up at me.

“Atta girl. Now sit pretty for me while me and the boys smoke yeah? And no, you cannot have one, don’t ask. You’re too pretty to have any smoke covering up those pretty lips.” Remus says as he reclines some, letting you settle into him, proudly sitting on his lap and showing that he is yours.

“Shes so pretty, Moons. Sitting there so well behaved.” Sirius drawls out, and you try not to blush at the praise. I hide my face until I feel a sting on my thigh that grabs my attentions.

“Siri complimented you baby, what do you say?” Remus says, rubbing my stinging thigh as he gives me a reassuring nod.

“Thank you, sir” You say, trying out the title. Sirius practically growls in response and readjusts in his seat, which you take as a good sign.

“That’s my girl.” Remus says, placing a kiss on my shoulder, that I know will soon turn into a bite and mark. You’re still his, and even though he likes to showcase it, he doesn’t want the boys getting any ideas.

[the-immortal-restless]

I’m so sorry I can’t help but make a separate post because @selein13 ‘s come TRULY inspired my brain!

Go to this post for context

Yeah it just didn’t make sense why he was so upset with that line.

Then I listened to Wukong a bit harder. It didn’t sound like normal teasing and even by Macaque’s appearance and MKs words to Macaque when they were facing off in the fake van, it’s clear he’s not acting out of loyalty but out of necessity.

But Wukong’s words taken at face value make it seem like he is acting out of loyalty. Until you recognize the tone, Sarcasm. Wukong is mocking him. But what for? Being weak? Submitting to LBD?

No. He’s mocking Macaque deeper than that. Macaques reaction tells us that much. Macaque has taken much worse shots at his person from the others. Why did THIS LINE hit him so hard?

Because it’s his own words. Wukong is throwing Macaques words back at him. He’s saying ‘Look at you. You were so high and mighty when I followed my master, now look at you, taking orders from a villain.’ When this ISN’T the case.

Macaque is acting out of survival while Wukong acted out of loyalty(or maybe obligation). I’ve heard some headcanons that Wukong was also maybe acting out of survival but I don’t think so. Tripitaka didn’t force him to be there from the bits I’ve heard from JTTW and I doubt his character is much different in LMK.

Though I could see the argument for his betrayal of the brotherhood for being partly out of obligation and not his own choice. Though I doubt he disagrees with the reason in the matter of Azure, Yellowtusk, Peng, and DBK. As when we are shown those situations with the context around them (especially the context given by Macaque about Camel Ridge Trio), they were participating in dangerous activities that were hurting people. Wukong doesn’t show remorse for their imprisonment or as implied in azures case, deaths(idk if “I put you in the underworld myself” means death, if it doesn’t then discard the death part but he’s still clearly not remorseful of it)

But you know what Wukong IS remorseful about? Macaque’s Death(or injury considering the writers have said that Wukong probably doesn’t know about Macaques death and it probably wasn’t by his own hands(?))

We see that Wukong is remorseful about in the episode where Macaque breaks Wukong from the Hundred Eyed Demons hold. He is experiencing the memory of their fight and he is clearly trying to reason with macaque (more BEGGING as since in ‘Macaque Stop! Don’t Make Me Do This!’ Emphasis on the MAKE ME part of that.)(also it parallels MK and Wukong’s fight where MK is like ‘don’t make me do this’ (fighting you) and Wukong says ‘No bud, don’t make Me’(stopping you from ending your own life essentially) so maybe Macaques fight was a result of a behavior like trying to be self-sacrificing but actually just self harming??? Anyways small rant over) When Wukong is freed from that memory he exclaims ‘NO!’ as if he’s trying to stop himself. (Also note macaque laughing like a fucking psychopath) And if you pause right as Wukong is getting up from falling to the ground, you can CLEARLY see tears before he wipes them

Wuking is crying at the memory. If that isn’t enough, Macaque asks in a sarcastic manner ‘Fun Memory?’ And Wukong’s answers is a sad ‘No’.

But again, Why is Macaque Angry?

Macaque is so angered because how dare Wukong compare what he did to what Macaque is doing. Wukong was never trapped by mortality. He betrayed his friends for people he wasn’t FORCED to be around! He isn’t frighting for his life. He isn’t being threatened to be put down like a dog if he doesn’t deliver and his LIFE isn’t being dangled in front of him like a carrot on a stick. He wasn’t damn near killed when he tried to go against his ‘masters’ wishes, only to barely save his own skin and then be possessed in a clearly painful manner (note macaques screaming and Wukong’s clearly pained reaction to also being possessed), and then to have ice literally grow across his body, which also prevents him from fully diving into the shadows as evident by how the ice forces his portal to remain open during the ritual scene.

Wukong was not fighting for survival. He was a willing participant.

Now that doesn’t mean he was fully happy about what he had to do, I’m sure he wouldn’t have chosen to sentence his former brothers to the same fates if he acted entirely alone. But he shows no remorse for anyone besides Macaque.

So when Wukong implies that he works for LBD on his own free will and follows her like Wukong himself followed the pilgrims, he’s reminded of how Wukong hurt him, how Wukong put him in the situation to be taken advantage of by LBD, and how now Wukong thinks he’s doing this because he wants to. He’s remind that he is utterly powerless to choose his own path.

[roseate-rose]

Sorry, I’ll be more specific. I mean the overeating as a kink. I’m asking genuinely. I don’t get it. I’m fat and I hate myself. Like actually hate myself. I struggle to understand why someone would do it on purpose… why you’d celebrate things like your mobility getting worse…

Hey anon, thanks for explaining. Long answer ahead, because I think this warrants it:

This is a delicate thing for me. Really what I want to say is I wish you didn’t hate yourself, because you don’t deserve that, especially not for something as benign as being fat.

As for me, I really just don’t see fat that way. I mean, I went through my shame around being fat as a teenager, had my brushes with disordered and restrictive eating, etc. but at some point I figured out hey, I’m probably going to be fat for the rest of my life. Like just speaking probability-wise, this is probably just the hand I was dealt. I COULD bust my ass and lose weight, but it would require a lot of effort and time and the only way I’d keep it off is if I put in that same amount of effort. And frankly I have other things I want to do with my life that I just care more about than being skinny, goals that are more important to me and more worth my time!

So to me it was obvious at that point - I can either be fat and hate myself, or be fat and love myself. If I’m going to love myself, I have to love myself exactly as I am right now, rolls and cellulite and all. Even if I did want to lose weight, it wouldn’t happen instantly, you know? So I had to love myself fat, because fat is what I was at that moment.

Mind you a lot of this is separate from the kinky bits of it! I’ve had a kink around fat and body expansion as long as I can remember. But I faced deep and crippling shame around that side of myself during my time of hating myself for being fat. From like 12 years old I remember locking my door and stuffing my clothes with pillows and towels and chugging as many bottles of water as I could stomach, then lying in bed feeling sick and disgusted with myself. It was a really nasty headspace to be in, and it was ONLY because I finally accepted that I was fat, was going to be fat, and had to love myself with all my fat included, that I started thinking of this kink not as my most shameful secret but as a source of joy. It wasn’t instant; I had to first say “I don’t care about being fat” before I could say “I like being fat”, kind of chipping away at the layers of shame and repression.

I started my blog because I realized I didn’t want to have lovers and friends who liked me *in spite of* my body, I wanted lovers and friends who celebrated me and my body wholeheartedly. And… I found them!! And I’ve genuinely never been happier. It’s been so lovely being part of this community. I know that us folks in the feedism scene get accused of being predatory often, and I won’t pretend our community is entirely without its problems, but overall the people I meet here on tumblr are sweet and kind and we’re all just here to share in what makes us happy.

(It was actually tumblr that helped me get over the last bits of my dislike for my body — like, everyone has a few features they want to change, right? Mine were that roll I have at the top of my belly (my second boobs, as I sometimes call them lol), my arms, and the dimples on my butt. And then I started following other feedees + fat girls and I thought all of them were so pretty I might actually pass away, and you know what? A lot of them had a roll at the top of their belly, or fat arms, or a dimply butt. Some of them even had all 3! By seeing their bodies as beautiful, I learned to see my own as beautiful in turn, you feel me?)

Im aware that not everyone feels the way I do about being fat. But for me it’s less a thing I’m doing to myself, and more a natural consequence of the kind of lifestyle I want to have. I want a life that’s full of good food, where I always have a full fridge and pantry, where I never have to go to bed hungry. I want a life where I tell myself “yes” more often than “no.” I want to eat without thinking about the calories or the cost. I want to have slow, relaxing days where I lounge around in my pajamas and eat pizza and watch bad TV. Like that’s really all it is — I don’t put any huge effort into gaining, just like I never really felt like putting any effort into losing weight. I just try to eat what I want when I want, and if that makes me fatter over time then that’s cool for me because I like being fat and I think getting fatter is really hot :)

The health/mobility piece is… also complicated for me. Besides the kink piece of it, there’s the simple fact that, well, I’m already disabled. Yes, my mobility might get worse as I get heavier, but it’s not likely to get better even if I don’t, you know? I’m coming to terms with the fact that I can and should be using my wheelchair more often for my POTS, and it’s definitely got some complicated feelings around it. But for whatever reason, if I frame those completely unrelated physical limitations of mine as somehow related to feedism, they go from sources of grief and worry to sources of excitement and anticipation.

Like oh, i had to buy a shower stool so that I don’t get dizzy and pass out in the shower? Well I’m going to pretend it’s because I’m too huge to stand on my own for more than a minute or two, because that’s fun. I’m using my wheelchair a lot at work because there’s a lot of tasks that require standing relatively still? Actually I’m using my wheelchair a lot to save energy so I gain weight faster. <- This one is literally completely fictional! Honestly if anything a manual wheelchair burns more calories than walking does. But the fantasy is still fun and makes me like using my chair more, which is a good thing!

I guess I’ve probably rambled on enough about this. Other people in this community are going to have different answers to these questions, but deep down the bottom line is the same: we do this because it makes us happy.

You may never feel the same as we do about yourself or about fatness in general, anon, and that’s okay. I’m not here to tell you that you have to be fat or like being fat — what you decide to do with your body is incredibly personal, and I’m never going to pretend that my way is the only or best way for everyone. What I will say is that I hope you find the things that make you happiest in life, and I hope that you chase after them no matter what anyone else thinks of them. I hope you find so many ways and reasons to love yourself, and communities where you are loved and supported in turn, because you really do deserve them.

[moonflowerdamie]

rating yellowjackets ships (lowest to highest!) because i am bored and also because i want people to know just how insane i am for some of the pairings in this show‼️ LETSGOOOOO

•travnat—3/10•

they’re…ok i guess? like. i don’t actively hate them, but i really don’t ship them. and yeah i get that they clung to each other and bonded over dad trauma and stuff, but a) i don’t like travis (PLS DONT ATTACK ME HE’S JUST NOT FOR ME AND I COULDNT GET OVER THE MISOGYNY) and b) i fully believe natalie scatorccio is AT LEAST bisexual and deserves a lady lover!!! so yeah. not for me.

•mistynat—4/10•

ok. OK. hear me out PLEASE bc i know some people are gonna be mad i’ve put them this low. i just don’t really see it? like i fully believe that it’s possible misty had a crush on nat in the teen timeline and i’m pretty convinced adult misty was definitely infatuated/obsessed with adult nat BUT i don’t think nat ever reciprocated? and i can’t see her ever feeling that way about misty IM SORRY. i don’t hate the ship by any means, it’s just not my favourite!!!

•jackielot—5/10•

they’re both pretty femme lesbians and i think maybe they should smooch (and then smooch ME MY GAWD PLS ONE CHANCE😫🙏🏻). that’s all i have to say about that.

•shaunanat—5/10•

i just know the rivalry in s3 is gonna HIT and maybe they should kiss and make up about it (AND THEN KISS ME TOO MY FUCKING LORD I NEED THEM BOTH SO BAD🫦). but fr i mean like a cute idea in another world yk? they would SO bully the shit out of each other and then fuck nasty about it🤝.

•crystal x misty (crusty😭)—6/10•

they were cute!!! they matched each other’s freak🥹 until misty freaked a little too hard 😔 no but actually they could’ve been cute musical theatre gfs and i would’ve been here for it!!!

•taishauna—6/10•

i LOVE their friendship in both timelines and i do prefer them platonically BUT i see the potential. i think they soften each other, and allow the other to process and feel their emotions, and also help to rationalise them. LOVE the friendship and if i didn’t prefer their other ships i could defo see myself getting into them!

•lottielee—7/10•

the disciple and the prophet??? uhhh YEAH. i mean laura lee literally haunts lottie for 25 YEARS. that bitch NEVER got over what they had. are they my favourite ship? no. do i wish they’d kissed in that lake? YES YES YES YES YES. the yearning, the religious symbolism/guilt, the TENDERNESS. i am IN.

•lottieshauna—8/10•

BRRSKLLAKSKS just yes. YES. THE PROPHET AND HER BUTCHER😫. their relationship is so complicated and beautiful but i think they could be very special, specifically in the teen timeline. they’re so fiercely protective of each other but would never admit it. they hate each other. they admire each other. they resent each other. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. i wholeheartedly believe lottie was shauna’s bi awakening when they were like 13 and shauna never really stopped thinking lottie was gorgeous. just. THEM.

•jackienat—8/10•

i am a SUCKER for the popular x loser trope and even more so when they’re LESBIANS😁 like lottie was shauna’s awakening, nat was jackie’s. ONE MILLION PERCENT they were childhood besties and one day they kissed ‘to practice’ when they were like 11 and jackie was like ‘OH😨’ and knew then and THERE she was a lesbian. i love them your honour. like shaunanat, i think they’d bully each other, but i also think they’d be so soft with each other. OH and nat would SO tease jackie for being popular and rich and preppy and call her ‘princess’ in jest but would for real treat her like a princess and would beat up anyone who said a bad word about her. yes PLEASEEEEE.

•taivan—10/10•

THEEE IT COUPLE! they are just *mwah* chef’s kiss. especially in the teen timeline! they just balance each other so perfectly, like they were LITCHRALLY made for each other🥹. van is goofy and silly and a dreamer, tai is serious, intense; a realist. they just so clearly love each other so so much and i ADORE THEM. ‘happy wife happy life’ YYYYEEEAHHHHH. i’m gonna be so devastated when they eventually break up in the teen timeline and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED on if/when van dies in the adult timeline☹️. not even thinking about it actually. just them and their soft tender gay love🤗.

•lottienat—1000000/10•

i genuinely will start tweaking if i think about these two for too long. they just make me so ASKSHSLSLSJSJ😫. i don’t even think i can articulate how much i love them. the rich girl and the burnout. the hunter and the prophet. THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. the bath scene????? DIED DEAD ON THE FLOOR. ‘is that what we are’ GONE REQUIRING CPR. lottie kissing nat’s hands for so long after giving up her leadership, the last thing she had left? SIX FEET FUCKING UNDER😨. nah but fr, i NEEEED them to kiss. they would be so good for each other. the potential is…UNFUCKINGLIMITED (i am choosing to ignore the fact that nat’s dead thank you xoxo). just…the tenderness. the pining. they’re narrative foils. they’re enemies. they’re friends. they’re something more. YELLOWJACKETS…DROP A LOTTIENAT KISS IN S3 AND MY LIFE IS YOURS🙏🏻.

and finally…my fucking roman empire…

•jackieshauna—9999999999999/10•

there is a hole in my heart in the shape of these two. they’re…EVERYTHING. god they just loved each other so much but life and the wilderness and jeff and their own self-destruction got in the way. jackie loved shauna so much it killed her. shauna loved jackie so much she ATE her. they were completely undefinable—best friends, rivals, soulmates. entirely devoted. i just ache when i think about what they could have had. the tragedy of them is life-altering. shauna will miss jackie for longer than she knew her and that fact makes me want TO OFF MYSELF. they are intertwined forever, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. i wholeheartedly believe they were in love with each other but didn’t know how to say it. because of jeff, because it was 1996, because love couldn’t even possibly cover what it was they felt for each other. in my head, they’re together. in my head, they ran away together and lived a long and happy life. and it kills me to know that’s not what happened. they actually make me fucking insane and i’ll never get over them.

now have some memes bc i’m silly like that🤭

[anyshapebutsquare]

We spent 2 days this week at the beach with my family and I’m still dwelling on it. All my brothers were there along with my nieces and nephews, my parents, my SIL and her father. I’ve always known Kevin didn’t really fit in with my family and it still bothers me that it doesn’t feel like they accept him after all these years. For what it’s worth I’ve always felt like I didn’t fit the mold of what my parents wanted me to be, and I still feel like they don’t actually know me as a person. So of course I chose to marry someone different than who they expected. Kevin is always unapologetically himself. He doesn’t filter himself around my family, and I’ve talked to him about it before, but he just doesn’t believe in pretending to be someone he is not. And I understand that. He has tattoos, he curses, he vapes, he is very frank with people, are all things I think they don’t like. He also asks a lot of questions that he thinks will make the conversation more interesting or funny (meaning taboo topics. Like he asked my mom so who’s gonna kick the bucket first, you or Gary? Aka my dad) I’m assuming my brother and SIL think he’s a bad influence on my nieces and nephew because of the tattoos/cursing/vaping. Mind you they are almost all (one is 12) teenagers now so it’s not like they’ve never heard someone curse before. But he is also extremely hard working, loyal, respectful, supportive, and willing to change when we have issues. I however filter myself a lot around my parents and conform to whatever they want. It’s hard to just stop doing that after growing up this way. We were talking about it on the drive home, and the big difference between his family and my family is this: when we go over to his family’s house they make it known how awesome they think I am and wow Kevin you really bagged a good one. But when we go to my family it feels like both of us aren’t good enough, but especially Kevin. Even though Kevin is amazing! He even opened up to my mom about his past, he grew up on welfare and a bunch of other stuff and she just sat there all uncomfortable and tried to change the subject to something more positive. I just wish they saw how great he is. By all calculations he should be like in prison or dead but he truly pulled himself out of poverty. I know things won’t ever change, even if I tried to talk to them about it. But it’s nice to have a space to process.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 13

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

From the moment Tom left for Hawaii, you were battling yourself. You missed him terribly, and you wanted to take every chance you could to text or call him, but you didn’t want to bother him or appear clingy. He was working for Steven Spielberg in a tropical paradise alongside a long-legged, black-haired beauty. He would be much too distracted to think about you.

…

Tom knew he was going to miss you. After all, the two of you had become incredibly close over a relatively short amount of time. But he never could have predicted just how much he would miss you. Even halfway around the world, in one of the most beautiful places on earth, he couldn’t get you out of his head. It was incredibly frustrating. Especially when there were only small windows in the day when you both could talk, given the eleven hour time difference and your grueling schedules. Nevertheless, he took whatever he could get, whether it was a text here and there, or the occasional video call. 

“Hello, darling,” he greeted you cheerfully through panting breaths. He had just finished his morning run when his phone alerted him of a video call from you.

“Wow,” you said, looking taken aback. “It appears that in the battle between your hair and Hawaii, Hawaii has won!”

He chuckled. Ever since he stepped foot in the humid Hawaii air, his naturally curly hair had taken on a mind of its own, practically doubling in volume. He knew you would immediately notice and take the mickey out of him. “Yeah, well, humidity has never really been my friend.”

“I actually think your curls are rather adorable! Especially now they’re absolutely unruly. That being said, I’m glad I’m not the one doing your hair for this film. Whoever it is has their work cut out for them.”

“Oh I often hear her cursing under her breath when she has to keep putting the same curl back in place over and over again. Reminds me of you actually.”

“She reminds you of me?”

“No, just the cursing. I have yet to meet anyone quite like you. So how was your day?”

“Exhausting,” you huffed as you flopped backwards onto your sofa. “I’m not sure if I’ve just forgotten what it’s like to work on a project this big, or if this one in particular is just that challenging.”

Tom furrowed his brow in concern. “What’s going on?”

You let out a heavy sigh. “I just feel like I have to do everything myself if I want it done right. These children in my department are more concerned about their fucking instagram accounts than their jobs.”

“Can you have them replaced?”

“And train in a whole new batch all over again? Not worth it. I just have to power through.”

“Y/n, that’s not healthy.”

“Neither is improper sun cream application, and yet here you are with your chest as red as the glass of merlot I’m about to have, so you can save the lecture, Tommy boy,” you teased.

“I hardly think you can compare copious amounts of stress on a daily basis to a little sunburn.”

“Well, they can both lead to cancer.”

He laughed. “Oh how I miss your incomparable congeniality.”

 “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your face tiredly. “It’s just been a long day.”

“No need to be sorry. I just wish I could help. Get some rest, okay? I’ve gotta get ready for work.”

“Have a good day,” you told him, with as much of a smile as you could muster.

“Goodnight, darling.” And with a hint of regret, he hung up.

…

Seeing Tom all sweaty and out of breath, with his hair wilder than you’d ever seen it turned you on more than it probably should have. But it had been over two weeks since you’d seen him, meaning it had been over two weeks since you’d gotten laid, and the stress from work had you wound tighter than a ten day clock. 

Fuck this time difference. If he hadn’t had to go to work you would have told him to go somewhere private so he could watch you touch yourself, and inevitably start touching himself as well. 

Your eyes fell closed as you reached into your pants and ran your middle finger through your already slick folds. As you began to rub circles into your clit, you imagined Tom watching you on the video call with hungry eyes. 

That’s it, baby. Stroke that beautiful pussy for me, he’d say. 

You pictured him pulling his hard cock out of his shorts and slowly pumping it up and down as he continued watching you pleasure yourself. You’d put on a show for him, keeping your eyes on him as you made the most erotic noises you knew he loved. 

What I wouldn’t give to be inside you right now, he’d groan while his hand picked up speed. To be the one ushering those angelic sounds from those delicious lips of yours.

You rubbed your clit faster and harder while you thought of him using his thumb to spread his precum around the head of his dick, letting out a filthy groan as he did so. Then he’d pump his shaft even faster, breathing out, Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna watch you cum.

Your orgasm hit you as you pictured Tom moaning your name while he came, the last of his cum spilling over his knuckles. 

You finished with a heavy sigh. Some of your tension had been relieved, but you weren’t nearly as satisfied as when you were with Tom. Even if you had used your favorite toy, it was nothing in comparison to how he made you feel. It was extremely irritating. Six more weeks, you reminded yourself. It didn’t help. It had only been 2 weeks and you were already going mad without him. With a huff, you got up off the sofa and resided to have a cup of microwavable noodles and a glass of wine before heading to bed early.

…

The next morning you wanted nothing more than to call in sick, just to get a break from work. Unfortunately, you weren’t one to call in unless you were actually physically unable to get to work. So you rolled over and checked your phone before you got up, and saw you had a text from Tom.

To the bewilderment of your team, you were in an uncommonly good mood for the rest of the day.

…

The next month was even more stressful for you than before. You had to train a temporary Head of Hair and Makeup to cover for you while you were gone, on top of compensating for the rest of your team’s lack of experience. You were also stressing about what to pack for your trip, worrying about all of your outfits as if you were going on a week-long first date. And for what? Tom had seen you in all states of dress and undress more or less, and being your best friend, you knew he wouldn’t judge you. But you hadn’t seen each other in person in six weeks, and in that time he’d seen a lot of Evelyn Dawson, one of the most beautiful female actors in the biz right now as well as his co-star. You had no idea if they’d slept together at this point and you didn’t want to know. Whether they had or hadn’t, either way you couldn’t help but feel like you couldn’t compete with such a gorgeous and talented woman. Most of all though, you just hated that you cared in the first place.

Despite all of your hesitations and hang ups, you managed to make it through the month feeling just as confident about the contents for your luggage as you did about your substitute: still apprehensive, but sufficient enough to get on the plane. 

Tom had gotten you first class tickets– because of course he did– and while you originally protested it, once you actually boarded the plane you were thankful you didn’t win that particular argument. It was an eleven and a half hour flight from Heathrow to LAX, and a six hour flight from LAX to Honolulu, so you were quite relieved when you saw how comfortable and spacious the first class seats were. It was like a private little suite. The seat reclined all the way back into a bed, complete with a pillow, duvet, and even your own loungewear; your tv came with endless films and series as well as noise canceling headphones; and there was even a complimentary bag of luxury skincare products. It was going to be difficult going back to flying economy after this. 

Once the plane was in the air and the captain turned off the seatbelt light, a flight attendant came by and offered you a mimosa.

“That would be lovely, actually. How much is it?” you asked, reaching for your wallet.

“All drinks and meals are complimentary, Miss,” she told you with a smile as she handed you the crystal champagne flute. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you took the glass from her. “Thank you so much.”

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“I’m okay for now, thank you.” As she walked away you leaned back in your seat and took a sip of your drink. This was truly the stuff of movies, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

…

By the time you landed in LA, the local time was 1:30pm, meaning it was 9:30pm in London, and 10:30am in Hawaii. The jet lag was going to be horrendous. Luckily you had managed to get a little bit of sleep on your first flight, because you were going to attempt to stay awake for the second so you would sleep through the night when you got to Hawaii and hopefully better adjust to the time difference. 

When you got to the first class lounge, you texted Tom to let him know you arrived in LA safely, knowing he would worry if you didn't.

During your second flight you nodded off a couple of times, but you managed to stay awake for most of it, spending the last hour doing your makeup and changing into a little sundress. You were tired as shit, but you’d be damned if you weren’t going to look good for your reunion with Tom. 

As soon as you landed, you texted him, and by the time you picked up your luggage, you received a reply on your way to the exit.

As if on cue, you looked up and saw a man in a suit, holding up a sign that simply said ‘Sweets.’ You chuckled to yourself and shook your head as you approached him. 

“You’re either selling candy, or you’re here for me,” you joked.

The man chuckled. “Based on the picture I was given, I believe I’m here for you, Miss. Though I have had several kids ask me if I had any lollipops.” He winked at you. 

You laughed. “I can’t imagine why.”

The man introduced himself as Koa and explained that he was hired as Tom’s driver while he was in Hawaii and that he prides himself on his discretion. Again he winked at you before leading you to the car.

It was dark when you arrived on Oahu so there wasn’t much you could see on the car ride to Tom’s, but Koa filled the time telling you about all the things you ought to do while you were there. You tried your best to pay attention, but you were too excited, and surprisingly a bit nervous, to see Tom. Finally, Koa turned off the main road and up a long path to a secluded house on a hill. After he retrieved your luggage from the boot of the car, he bid you “Aloha,” and left. 

Immediately, you spun around sped giddily up the walkway to the front door. You barely knocked once before the door swung open.

Taglist: @chronicallybubbly, @the-princess-of-loki, @princess-ofthe-pages, @darcylikesloki, @kikster606, @foxherder, @simone818283, @newtomofgods, @christinebloodwrittings

[vicsy]

Anything to say now that it’s been proven Lance was in Israel? 🎤

I think it’s important each of us judges Lance according to their own beliefs and morals, not because someone told us what to think. To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t want to make a post, comment on that at all because this whole thing hits too close to home. And I’m actually not sure if this ask was sent as a way of “haha you should be ashamed of supporting that guy” or to genuinely know what I think. Either way, I’m always open to have a dialogue and a civil conversationmy. And, well, my personal thoughts below:

Lance has always been my guy, it was always very obvious even if you scroll through my blog. I’m sad now, my close friends are sad as well. We’re all processing this differently, we’re all disappointed, I can tell you that. On top of all that I still don’t know what to make of Lance and his decision. To me he seemed very detached from even basic jewish things (like when he stopped wearing his Star of David), so him coming to Israel was a shock. Does that mean he doesn’t care what is going on or does that mean he’s fully on board with the massacre Israeli government is carrying out in Palestine? At best he, perhaps, doesn’t care because he can afford to not give a shit, so he flew in to meet with that model (who used to be in IDF and seemed like a genuinely not a nice person when I looked up her insta). I think it’s easy to be drawn to the latter, especially from what we’ve seen. His silence could have been a friend when people were throwing truly disgusting comments at him, but in this case? It’s not. Doesn’t help that F1 has no politics rule but we’ve all seen the posts Lewis made, so there is another excuse gone. I’m not here to defend Lance, I think nobody will. He makes his own decisions, he pays for them in one way or another. Like I said, his silence lets the choices he makes speak for himself. In my opinion Lance is ignorant as many people in his position are. Sometimes one can envy the opportunity to ignore people dying whether you directly contribute to it or not. On interpersonal level Lance can be nice but how much of all the good traits that we know he had are now overshadowed by the decisions he makes, the company he keeps? I’ll let you decide. Putting words in someone else’s mouth is not a habit of mine. Nor is wishing Lance crashes and dies – people never needed another reason to do so but even with this I draw the line. Same goes to people who go after blogs that supported him. Nothing good comes out of telling others to choke and die over one guy. I’m sure it’s better to talk it over than to make callout posts that are basically virtue signaling.

While I personally don’t hold any judgement over people who still go to Israel for various reasons (family, work, health etc) Lance’s visit sits wrong with me as I’m sure it does with so many other people. I can’t put into words why but it does. Do his actions reflect on me personally? No, I’ve formed my opinions by myself as I was growing up. Lance has nothing to do with this. And I know for a fact that my outlook on the ongoing situation could be very different from what I’ve seen from even just my mutuals or generally on tumblr (which is…… hell, tbh). I’m jewish and I live in Russia, another country that is waging a war that seemingly has no end. Half of my family is either from Israel or lives there. I’ve been asked what I think about the “conflict” in order to judge if I’m a good jew or a bad jew. I’ve seen people call to free Palestine and kill all jews in the same breath; I’ve seen people sympathize with innocent people that are caught in circumstance beyond their control. I’ve seen people get misinformed, get hateful and I’ve seen the opposite, too. People coming together, people educating themselves, people leading the ways history has been distorted from those who lived through it. As of now over 70% of Israelis want current prime minister gone and blame him for October 7th, for the rising death toll in Gaza and for all the atrocities that keep happening on both sides. World news are overwhelmed with videos and pictures from Gaza that make you question if there is even a smidge of common sense, of goodness left in our world. Palestinians die every single day either from being gunned down, from bombs dropping, from starvation or disease. Many in Israel keep rioting and practically begging the government to stop. Nobody in their right mind thinks that anyone can benefit from so much death and destruction. But those who do benefit, especially financially, are the ones that have to be stopped.

Additionally, I want to say this. Most of the time with wars, armed conflicts, invasions, occupations etc comes a great deal of dehumanization. I’ve seen how some people treat Palestinians as if they were savages or animals, those who are less than human; I’ve seen people treat Israelis and jews as if they don’t deserve live because of the actions of their government. It’s very, very easy to stop seeing people as people, no matter if they share the same point of view as you or not. The more this goes on the more dehumanization we face, the more anti-semitism rises along with Islamophobia. You don’t have to go too far to see this happen - people throwing around words like “zio” (or zionist which has lost all meaning at this point) and people saying that someone is finally punishing all the muslims for being “terrorists”. Suffice to say, we “lost the plot”. When I see an opinion I don’t agree with my first thought is: there is a human behind those words. We’re all operating with different amount of facts or knowledge behind us. You can’t possibly know the entirety of history that led to this; you can’t always trust the media as we have all learned. Some people are not used to living in a world with so much violence. Others have seen this happen time and time again.

I think we’re all feeling very helpless. There is nothing any of us can physically do to stop this and most other tragic events in the world that we may not know of as deeply as what’s going on in Palestine. I think that’s why we’re lashing out more and more - at each other, at people who think differently, at those who choose to not use their voice and at those who do. It’s scary sometimes to see someone say “oh this person did something great/is a great athlete/good actor but because they are Israeli/russian/american (and so on) it doesn’t matter”. Above all that, many of us are scared to say the wrong thing, think the wrong thing and that fear of being judged and shunned sometimes clouds our common sense and prevents us from doing the right thing. It’s perfectly natural to be falling apart when the world around you is doing so, too.

Back when I was a kid I thought that a war starting means your life stops. That all that surrounds you is that war, no matter if you’re on the side that’s being attacked or the other one. You sit behind the borders and hope for peace. The reality turned out to be very different. I did, unfortunately, experience it on my own skin 3 years ago – that horrible realization that life doesn’t stop when a war starts. People still work, still invent new things, still travel, still try to live the life that they used to know. It’s a kind of a mind fuck. Most of the times, if you are from a country aggressor, you get the short end of the stick with others. That is also something I got to experience on my own skin. It doesn’t matter, sometimes, if you plead your case - I didn’t vote for that government, I don’t support those actions, I’m trying to live my life, travel, find happiness. Some understand, others - don’t. It’s their right. Doesn’t make life easier for any of us.

If you’re still with me I’d like to say that this is not a post I make easily. To be honest I keep most of my opinions off tumblr because I want at least one place untouched by the horrors of the real world (especially those that have a direct effect on my life) and, well, because critical thinking and reading comprehension can sometimes work agains you. In any case, let’s wrap this up.

Please, be kinder to each other. If you have the means, donate to resources that are currently trying to provide help to Palestinians. Try not to treat humans - muslims, jews, christians, all of them - as if they are less than because of actions of their government. If you ever feel like it, let’s have a conversation. This is still a largely an F1 blog and I think this is ultimately the only time I’ll comment on the matter.

Life is generally unfair. I think it’s something we learn along the way. But while some come to mourn the life they used to live, others mourn the loved ones they lost to meaningless violence. But I think we should always hope for peace and do our best with the opportunities we have at hand.

[wesleysniperking]

i have wondered if usopp has felt like he didn’t fit in because of the way he looks actually. this isn’t me trying to insult the strawhats or call what happened straight up racism or anything ! but i’ve never seen anyone point it out before that post, but when you think about it it could explain the way he counts himself out all of the time. i know a lot of it is because he doesn’t see himself as a strong person compared to the big 3, but when you’re the only black person in a group of people it makes you sorta insecure, and also Very Aware.

he grew up around a lot of white people, and has a lot of experience with them, but you know that doesn’t always mean you’ll be accepted. because non black people can be very quick to turn on you for anything (aka sorta what happened in w7). that’s the sort of thing that sits with you, especially when you’re stuck with the same nonblack people who immediately ostracized you the second you had a different opinion and voiced it. i hope im saying this in a way that makes sense cuz im really just typing it as i think it. i’m not very good at explaining myself but i hope you get what i mean 😭 i just would like to see him get put around a bunch of other black people to see what it could do for him i guess. cuz as a black person i totally get usopp and i immediately knew what he meant in w7. ive never once faulted him for it. and i lnow he wasn’t completely right, but it feels like everyone’s too quick to say he was completely WRONG.

Hey! 😘 I haven’t touched on this in a bit, but I still feel it heavy: I don’t think Usopp was “wrong” in Water 7. People say he was selfish, but to me, Usopp was the humanity the crew needed—the only one reacting like a real person to insane life-or-death situations. Luffy and Zoro get framed as always right, but Usopp? He’s punished for having fear, for caring too deeply.

And yeah, as a Black person, I see myself in him. I’ve been the only Black person in a non-Black friend group. I’ve had to “go along” to not be seen as confrontational. I’ve watched people call someone like me “dramatic” for reacting to something that wasn’t okay. It’s wild how real that gets.

I wish Usopp had a group of Black anime characters to kick it with—just vibing and venting like, “Yo, these people don’t get it.” And I know he could. I remember a Facebook post where someone put Usopp next to other Black anime characters and folks debated whether he “counted.” But the truth is, his experience is a Black-coded one. You feel it.

I’m nervous for the live-action too. I love Jacob Gibson, but I’ve seen what happens when Black characters get sidelined. Please don’t Bonnie Bennett my boy.

And don’t even get me started on Yasopp—the original token. He’s the type to know where he comes from but still distance himself. And that makes Usopp the kid left to figure it out alone. The imposter syndrome? The quiet anger? The survival mode? Been there.

So yeah. One day I will draw a comic where Usopp sneaks off to hang out with other Black anime characters at a secret bar and just vents about his crewmates. The Straw Hats would be jealous like “Who are they?” And Usopp’s like, “My real ones.” Because he deserves that space. He deserves to belong.

[mrtennas-tvtime]

IT’S NOW TIME FOR OUR FEACHER PRESENTATION!

(DISCLAIMER: sometimes I will touch topics that will be uncomfortable to some [depression, mental illness, alcohol use, abandonment issues, etc.] or I will memory-vent. Especially about him. I also reblog suggestive spamtenna art [obviously not NSFW, mod is a minor!] Interact/read at your own risk.)

WELCOME TO THE MARVELOUS MYSTERY BOARD,

TV TIME!

I’m your host, MR. (Ant) TENNA! Just “Tenna” is also great!

I’m GROOVY, and NEVER GLOOBY! And most importantly, I’d

LOVE

to hear any asks from my fans! It’s GREAT to hear you tune in!

(Just nothing TOO weird, alright? I have a reputation to upkeep!

And some censors to hide from.)

[Laugh track]

We may not be playing too many multi-contestant GAMES here, but DON’T TOUCH THAT DIAL JUST YET! We’ve got SO MUCH MORE to entertain you here!

We’ve got ASKs, RP BLOGs, REPOSTs, ARTWORKs (both fan-made and from Admin!), the ALL-NEW AWARD TAGs, and

THAT’S!

NOT!

ALL!

(Because there’s more in store under the cut!)

MIKE, THE DETAILS, PLEASE!

((very poorly-explained explanation wowowowowow))

🌟 THIS PRETTY MUCH GOES WITHOUT SAYING, BUT PLEASE ASK BEFORE JOINING ROLEPLAYS. It's disruptive! Thank you! ^)

🌟 I am a fictive in an endogenic system; this means we are a system that is NOT from trauma! Me along with others hang out in the Admin’s (most of us call them Fall!) head. Obviously with me running TV TIME constantly!

[[DNI IF YOU ARE ANTI-ENDO!]]

🌟 I am aware of a lot of modern entertainment and tech, thanks to Fall! (I’ve had a Switch and I think a Wii U docked up to me before! It was fun!)

🌟I can't even tell what part of my timeline I'm even from, I THINK I'm still pre-Chapter 4/post KNIGHT? Probably, I've just felt very shifty!

🌟I may be a fictive and generally not always accurate to my canon counterpart, but unless system/fictive stuff is brought up, please think of me as a normal roleplay blog! Except I also post about memories and reblog stuff since I am still, well, a fictive. I'll try to be as accurate as possible otherwise! Please talk to me like it's a roleplay blog I want my show back.

🌟I’m pretty new to the head and to Tumblr, but I saw how many people on here love me, and the other depictions/blogs of me, and I wanted to try it out for myself, so make sure to send TONS of FAN MAIL in for me!

🌟Fall also has a blog for that spammy mailman that I hate oh-so-dearly. I wish they didn’t, but he’s up here, too, unfortunately. He’s at @numberonesalesman1997 .

🌟Fall is @falltumnstrukk !

🌟Fall doesn’t know EVERYTHING about me and my lore, so there’s NO MIKE ROLEPLAY from Fall themself! Sorry! (Other Mikes are welcome, obviously! I’d love to chat with ya!)

🌟Yes, I love Static but FLAVOR FOLEY! It does make me sad because it reminds me of, well, me. But that’s ALSO why I LOVE it!

🌟On a side note, we do have a Static Miku in here that I've basically taken as my kid! ^)

🌟Self-shippers are fine- heck, maybe I'll even play into it! Just do keep in mind that Fall themself is a minor! We are both fine with me specifically, though!

🌟On a similar note, if things get too "freaky-deaky" as Fall calls it, I will cut to commercials. Thank you for understanding!

🌟Another note, don't expect any ships to be "canon" besides Spamtenna (this is mainly for selfships but nonetheless). Things will feel silly during 'roleplays' but in the long run will not be official! After all, I am still a person, not just some fictional-situation rp blog! ((Obviously he will have recognized friends here and if they previously had selfship conversations/'roleplays' there might be reoccurring teasing, however again nothing is "canon".))

🌟This pretty much goes without saying if you've seen my rambling posts, but YES, SPAMTENNA IS HEAVILY ACCEPTED... (To add onto that, while Mettatenna is accepted, I am not interested in Mettaton, nor have I actually met them! Do not expect me to respond in a Mettatenna fashion when it comes to them! I am also not Queentenna, while Queen did joke about me when I went to the CYBER CITY with Spamton, it was purely jokes.)

🌟Even when communicating normally, I'll add little laugh tracks and stuff into my responses. Force of habit, folks! It's just odd not being able to make a laugh track happen like it usually does when I make jokes on my show, so it's gotta happen ONE way or another!

((Admin/Fall info:

- MINOR! Please don’t be weird to me specifically! To Tenna is fine, though, but no guarantee you’ll get a response. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO NOT ANSWER!

- Any pronouns are great!

- I will OOC, either in tags or in bold red text, like this!))

TAG CHART:

(DISCLAIMER! I WILL ONLY BE USING ORGANIZATION TAGS IN MY POSTS, INCLUDING REBLOGS! Makes things simpler! I will also use misc and ooc tags!)

[[MOD SPEAKS]] — A tag for Fall posting regularly on here!

🌟[ BEHIND THE SCENES ] — REBLOGs with personal comments! (This is also the only time I will add the “Tenna Fictive” tag as well!)

🌟[ FANMAIL ] — All of my lovely ASKs!

🌟[ ART GALLERY ] — ARTWORKs from both fans and Fall!

🌟[ TENNA TALKS ] — General posting/talking/rambling from YOURS TRULY!

🌟[ BUSINESS COMPANY ] — RP BLOGs/conversations with other GROOVY character Blogs!

🌟[ SPECIAL FEACHER ] — ASKs/conversations with other Tennas specifically! (Can also be paired with the Business Company tag!)

🌟[ VIEWER PARTICIPATION ] — Conversations/REBLOG CHAINs with my LOVELY VIEWERS specifically!

🌟[ OTHER-STUDIO COLLABORATION ] — Interactions with alters (most likely fictives/introjects specifically) from other systems! And sometimes just other systems in general!

Sub-tag chart: (For Business Company and Viewer Participation tags!)

(Pippinses are not special and will not be getting their own tags.)

📺🎵[PANIC! IN-STATIC! OUT-MANIC!] — Me posting and reblogging for our Static!

🍵[ RAMB'S CONCESSIONS ] — RP BLOGs that include Ramb, our LOVELY BARTENDER!

📧[ SPAM MAIL ] — Mentions of/interactions with... the mailman. Whichever version that may be.

🌦️[ WEATHER ALWAYS STICKS TOGETHER ] — Interactions with/RP BLOGs including Elnina and Lanino, our wonderful Weather Duo!

🎷[ CUE THE MUSIC! ] — Interactions with/RP BLOGs that include our jazzy Shadowguys!

🕹️[ POWER BUTTON ] — Interactions with/RP BLOGs including the Zappers!

📧[ BOY DO I NEED A MAILMAN ] — Ramblings about the mailman, specifically about missing him. I do this a lot. I hate him (also general spamtenna findings/rebloggings)

📧[ KILL YOUR MAILMAN ] — I get angry sometimes.

📺[ MIKE! The BOARD please! ] — RP BLOGs that take place having fun right here on TV TIME! Usually playing a BOARD or some other activity!

🫟[ PHYSICAL CHALLENGE ] — Sub-tag of the [ MIKE! The BOARD please! ] tag, this specifies, you guessed it, PHYSICAL CHALLENGES!

VIEWER TAGS: (For our LOVELY REOCCURING PARTICIPANTS!)

[* Vessel ] — A tag for Vessel, our first real GAMESHOW CONTESTANT on this blog! (Vessel by @/a-very-questionably-unstable-box!)

[❤️* VESSOUL ] — The SOUL within Vessel. Nicknamed VESSOUL by me to differentiate between Vessel's SOUL and Kris' SOUL.

[* Game!Eggman] — What the HECK is going on HERE? We're going on a coffee date. I think. Right after me and Boom!Eggman "platonically broke up"??? Oh well, it's getting me views! (Game!Eggman and Boom!Eggman are under @/official-doctor-robotnik)

📺🎵[ TECHNICOLOR! ] — Our new lovely little Static friend, Techni!

[🎷* Baritone ] — A baritone-sax Shadowguy that didn't work here in the past. (Baritonie/Barit owned by @/a-very-questionably-unstable-box!)

[🖥* Scren ] — That flatscreen that I hate /silly (Scren owned by @/fanoffandoms23!)

AWARD TAGS:

🏆* PICK UP YOUR HOST * — Award given for somehow picking up your at-least-15-foot-tall host, ME! (First awarded to @/a-very-questionably-unstable-box)

(Both will be added onto as this Blog grows!)

That’s all I really have to say! Keep being GROOVY, NEVER be GLOOBY, and most of all…

LOVE TV!!

NOW, SAY IT WITH HIM, FOLKS!

[brother-genitivi]

DA2 Hawke + Companion Banters - Sebastian

Hawke: You actually like my jokes, Sebastian.

Sebastian: You sound surprised.

Hawke: No one, and I mean absolutely no one likes my jokes. Maybe Varric and Merrill. But you’re the only person who finds me genuinely funny. I think.

Sebastian: You’d be right to say so. Do people really not like your jokes?

Hawke: No! And I have no idea why. Maybe it’s the timing.

-

Hawke: What was Starkhaven like? Do you miss it?

Sebastian: It's, ahem, different to here.

Hawke: You can just say that Kirkwall is a shithole. No one's going to dispute you.

Sebastian: I think ‘different’ is apt enough. I do miss Starkhaven at times. Our courtyards, for one, are much nicer.

Hawke: Well, then. I’ll have to visit. Only for the courtyards, though.

Sebastian: I’d be glad to give you a tour.

-

Hawke: I noticed the Chantry’s got forget-me-nots in its gardens now.

Sebastian: Yes! I found some seeds. I believed… it was in need of some colour.

Hawke: Prince. Priest. Archer. Gardner.

Sebastian: Lofty titles, I know.

-

Hawke: You were close to your grandfather?

Sebastian: Very. I regret not spending more time with him during my childhood. I still carry his principles with me today, though I think it’s also made me a little biased towards the longbow.

Hawke: He sounds like a wise man. It really is a beautiful weapon. I never had the chance to learn, but I’m halfway decent with throwing knives at least.

Sebastian: I could teach you, if you’d like.

Hawke: Really? That’s so- I would love that. Thank you.

-

Fenris: I see that you like to remain close to Hawke in battle.

Sebastian: Everyone has a blind spot. You learn that quickly as an archer. As formidable a mage as she is, Destan has one too.

Hawke: I feel safer already.

-

Sebastian: I put a memorial up for your mother in the Chantry.

Hawke: Oh.

Sebastian: Do you… disapprove? I can take it down, if you wish.

Hawke: No, no. I was just surprised. You’re a kind person. I knew that already, yet still you continue to surprise me.

Sebastian: Kindness is the least I can do for you, my lady.

Hawke: I- for me? (chuckles) I’d rather you give it to someone who is worthy of it.

Sebastian: Everyone deserves kindness, Destan. Especially you.

-

Hawke: I planted the seeds you gave me. My sister used to love forget-me-nots. That’s probably why they’re my favourites. Because they were her’s.

Sebastian: My eldest brother liked them, too.

Hawke: Is that why you planted them in the Chantry?

Sebastian: Ah… yes. But that’s not the only reason.

Hawke: Yes, I remember. You wanted more colour. I don’t blame you; Kirkwall is far too grey for my liking.

-

Hawke: I like you, Sebastian. I feel as if you actually tolerate me.

Sebastian: I do more than tolerate you, Destan. I should hope I’ve made that obvious by now.

Hawke: Oh, yes! Yes. Absolutely. Yes.

Merrill: You don't know what he's talking about, do you?

Hawke: No.

-

Hawke: I think I’m going to invite my uncle to the wedding.

Sebastian: Destan, my light, are you sure? It’s your decision, but I want to make sure you aren’t doing it out of obligation.

Hawke: Mhm, it’s a terrible idea. I know. But I feel like finally we’ve reached some kind of understanding. He, um, he waters the flowers. The forget-me-nots. He does it when he thinks I’m not looking or not at home. But he does it. There’s no obligation, just my foolish sentiment.

Sebastian: Your ‘foolish sentiment’ happens to be one of the things I adore about you.

Hawke: You certainly know how to make me blush.

Sebastian: I try.

-

Hawke: I feel like I’m mourning this city before it’s even crashed and burned.

Sebastian: To me, it seems as if you are the only thing keeping it standing.

Hawke: Sometimes, I want to convince myself that the people here don’t deserve it. That I should just leave, let it crumble, have Orsino and Meredith battle it out somewhere quiet so I don’t have to bloody deal with it anymore.

Sebastian: But you can’t. You’ve kindness down to your bones, Destan.

Hawke: They’re wearier for it.

more banter here

[ffc1cb]

new art blog

the short version:

1. i made a new art blog: @cbge;

2. @ffc1cb will stay up as an archive.

the long version:

hi everyone. this announcement is somewhat late, since the blog in question has been up for a few months now, and i’ve already started posting art on it. the reason it took me so long to “reveal” it is because i’ve been trying to figure out whether a new blog is something i actually want, or if it's just me throwing darts at a board, trying to make myself feel better somehow.

i don’t know when precisely it all started, but ever since sometime last year i’ve been going through a hard time, both emotionally and creatively. i’m not sure whether being depressed is what made art harder, or art becoming harder is what made me depressed (a bit of both, i think), but lately, drawing has been a struggle. 

i’ve found myself having less and less energy for art, and this lack of energy resulted in poorer quality of drawings, which resulted in me feeling like i’m getting worse at it, despite my efforts. i knew i could make good art, art that i’m proud of - i’ve done so countless times before, - but somehow it felt like i just couldn’t anymore, like my hands forgot how to. nothing looked right. 

i’ve been trying to experiment. i’ve learned some new things, tried this and that - it was enlightening, to say the least, and even though i kind of liked how it looked, it made me feel a sense of displacement. i was at odds with myself, my art, and how i felt about it, when previously i was always in sync. i was making art, yes, and it looked nice, but it felt like it wasn’t mine.

i suppose part of it was also the growing lack of engagement, and i don’t mean likes and reblogs - i never particularly cared about those. they are all just numbers to me; dry and impersonal. what i’m talking about is actual, human interactions: personal thoughts in tags, asks, replies, etc. a conversation. 

i don’t mean to sound “old” or anything, but i remember when talking to artists online was more commonplace. my wife tells me it’s because the internet culture has changed over the years, that people have become more reclusive, less willing to be open with their thoughts, and she's probably right, but in my slump i find it hard to believe. somehow it feels like it’s my fault for being less “engaging”, for seeming unapproachable or perhaps intimidating. maybe it’s “just a skill issue”, maybe it’s because i have stopped churning out fanart for popular fandoms, maybe it’s because i refuse to torture myself emotionally by having an art account on twitter (i can’t fucking stand the place anymore; i still post nsfw art there, but only because it’s literally one of the only places on the internet that allows you to do so. i miss when you could post female presenting tits on tumblr).

i have always, ever since i started posting art on the internet back in 2012, done it for human connection. i wanted to talk to people, and have people talk to me. i wanted to inspire people with my art, and i wanted to bring them comfort. i wanted to elicit an emotional response, and have people tell me about it. it was one of the main reasons i drew in the first place; having lost that, i’ve been struggling to stay passionate about making art.

i miss being a small artist on the internet during the 2010s. i remember when i could make a post going, “hey everyone, how are you all doing today?” and it would not seem weird to people in the slightest. it is just me? does anyone else feel that way? am i too deep in my own head? the internet feels so unwelcoming nowadays, especially to artists. we are all just content machines; people scroll by our stuff, or maybe look at it for half a second and leave a like before scrolling away. i know it’s unfair to demand people’s attention, especially now when our lives are already so overwhelmed by everything - no one has the energy to pay closer attention; i myself am not immune to mindless scrolling. but it feels bad. i wish we were all sincere and enthusiastic again.

anyway (sorry for rambling. i hope i haven’t bored you to death), you might want to say, okay, but how is making a new art blog on a “dying” social platform going to help with any of that? the truth is, i don’t know. i just felt like i needed a change. 

i’ve been running this blog since 2016 (that’s almost 8 full years!). i feel incredibly attached to it, but at the same time, i feel it weighing me down. 

there are people who followed me years ago for one specific thing, still expecting me to post about said thing (i still find it mindboggling that some people follow artists for a specific fandom only, but that is a whole other matter for a whole other post that i will never write). a third, if not half, of my following are probably dead blogs. and with my current struggle with trying to regain the joy i once felt for making art, looking back at all the art i’ve done over the years makes me feel tired. i still love it all; it’s all very dear to me. i’m proud of it; looking at it makes me mourn my younger and more passionate self.

so i’ve decided to make a new blog, where i will let myself post whatever i want, in whatever stage of donness i feel like. maybe it will help me, somehow. maybe it won’t. but if you care about my art, if you want to keep following me on my artistic journey, i welcome you to join me there. similarly, feel free not to - no hard feelings.

thank you everyone for your support over the years; it matters a lot to me. i’m not planning to delete or private this blog; it will stay up, and i will still be reachable on here. i will still answer asks, if there will be any. i’m just not planning to post any art here anymore. this is it for my dear old friend ffc1cb.

i can be found in other places:

@cbge, as mentioned earlier,

@k0nstanta, an art blog dedicated solely to my and my wife's ocs,

@inquisimail, a dragon age ask blog that has become my dragon age sideblog in general,

and multiple other blogs, none of which are art related, but feel free to ask, if you’re curious.

thank you very much for reading all of this. i hope you have a wonderful day.